Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

... get me back is to pay up. They will."

As she picked up my empty plates, and headed for the door. She called back. "Thanks."

With nothing to do but sleep, I was surprised later, when they both came in. "Time to go."

I was led into the van, and shoved into the back. I heard, Daisy reprimanding him. "Hey, take it easy. This isn't her fault." Directing her voice at me she asked. "Are you okay Sasha?"

Before I could respond he snarled. "Shut the fuck up."

With the hood tightly fastened I could see nothing. I crashed against something in the back, and bit back a complaint. It was impossible to sit I was constantly thrown from side to side as the van slewed around corners.

It was hard to tell time, but by the louder traffic noise we were clearly driving into the city. The van came to a fierce screeching stop. I heard the drivers door open, then slam.

He was gone for only a few minutes. "What's up?" Daisy asked.

"Fucking phones broken. We'll have to find a different one." The van burst into life and we zoomed away. It felt like ages, my anxiety levels through the roof.

We pulled up somewhere else. The lack of traffic noise made me think we were at a school or something. Again he climbed out. He was gone even less time and this time he was angry. "Fucking hell. That one's broken as well."

"Really, Jesus what's going on?" Daisy asked.

We raced away from the curb, the van swaying throwing me against the side of the van.

Three more times it ...

... happened. The last one I thought he was going to have a heart attack. He climbed back in and I heard the loud bangs, obviously slamming his fists down on the steering wheel. "This is fucked." He screamed. Furiously, he threw the van into gear and we shot off. Thankfully, the next one actually worked.

It seemed like we had been driving for more than an hour since finding the first broken one. I was roughly dragged out of the van and pushed into what I assumed was a phone booth. Jeremy snarled loudly. "All right asshole, you wanted to know she's alive, here she is."

A phone was placed into my hand. "Hello, Grant, is that you?" I cried in anguish.

"Sasha, are you all right?" Grant muttered, the irritation obvious.

"I'm alive, but that's about it."

"Have they harmed you?"

"Nothing more than bruises is all."

The phone was snatched from my hand. "You got your wish asshole. She's alive. Now are you ready to pay up?"

"I need time, I don't have the money." Grant spluttered.

"You have two days. After that, you'll be getting a separate body part just to prove we still have her. In two days, you will receive by mail, her ear. Two days after that it will be a finger. Do you understand."

"Grant!" I screamed. Please just pay the damn money." I cried, loudly.

"I need more time." He barked back down the line.

I was shoved back into the van. We took off with a mad squeal from the tires as we raced away.

"Slow down, for gods sake. Are you trying to attract ...