The Circle: Abduction - Sex Stories

The Circle: Abduction

... off and my thoughts turned solely to this man I had just met. He was gorgeous and magnetic and I couldn't have walked away any easier than I could have flown. "So, tell me, young Jessica. Why do you come to the City of Dreams on this day? What can Marco do to grant you the bobbles and bells that you would use to enhance your already considerable charms!" I loved his joy and was virtually hypnotized by the pentameter of his speech. My cheeks burned red and my hands covered my mouth as if I feared my breath would escape. "Well, I was looking for a new dress," I finally managed, and his face lit with joy, as if it were the most fortunate of fates. "A new dress! Then come with me, girl! I will show you to my boutique! I have the most beautiful line of designer fashions to share with you! Don't worry about the cost! For a nymph of your beauty, I would be honored to see you wearing them!" He was incredibly friendly and amazingly enthusiastic, and I was swept down the street without a thought of resisting his spell. We entered behind an unmarked door to a shop he said was so exclusive, he needed no sign. His boutique was small, but within those walls were some of the most elegant dresses I had ever seen. One after another, they adorned the featureless and synthetic bodies of manikins frozen in poses of near-erotic beauty. In silks and satins and in a myriad of colors, they filled my heart with visions of Royal or Hollywood splendor. I was breathless with excitement and dizzy with ...

... the dreams of a young girl lost in the center of sophisticated beauty. I was Snow White and Cinderella, but there would no Handsome Prince or Fairy Godmother to come and bestow a happy ending upon my story. At the time, my only concern was that these beautiful and delicate gowns must have been well beyond the reach of my fathers credit card. The thought that I might be denied having one of these gossamer gowns made my heart feel heavy, but then Marco appeared at my side again. “Come, girl,” he said in his friendly and wonderfully accented baritone. “I have something special to show you. Do not despair, I assure you that what I offer can never be bought with something as base as money!" I could only giggle and blush at the way his voice caressed my nerves. With his hand on my back, he led me into a smaller room behind the floor of the boutique. I followed without worry, willing to believe in the magic of a young girl's dreams. Instead, I fell into a woman's nightmare. The room itself was dimly lit with nothing more than an empty bed and dusty shelves adorning unpainted walls. It was a strange dichotomy to the luxurious decor of the outer store and I was perplexed as to why the great treasures he promised would be found in such a mundane and ordinary local. I turned to question him but when I did, his strong hand came quickly to my throat. Fear rose like a wave in my body! My hands pulled hopelessly at his but to no avail. I tried to scream, to call out for help, but his fingers ...