Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

... attention." Daisy, yelled. Panic evident in every syllable.

I felt the van slow, our progress reduced to the apparent speed limit.

"What the hell are we going to do?" Daisy sighed. "I think, Sasha's, right. He's screwing with us. He's not even trying to get the money."

"I told you, phone his parents." I screamed. "Why won't you listen? They have the money, and they at least will be concerned."

The van came to a violent sliding stop. "All right bitch, I'll get us to a phone, and you can talk to them. If you try to fuck this up, I promise you'll be dead."

"Stop saying that." Daisy yelled. "She's trying to help."

"Help my ass. She's just trying to save her ass."

"We have to find a different phone. The cops might already be at their place as well. We don't fucking know. They might not give a fuck about her either."

"Down by the park, there's a phone booth by the intersection. At this time of day traffic will be light."

We drove for ages, we could have been going in circles for all I knew. Eventually, we came to a stop. I heard the van door slide open, and I was hauled out.

I heard the phone dialing, and then it was in my hand. "Hello, Esme Knap speaking."

"Esme, it's me, Sasha."

"Good heavens. How are you Sasha? It's been days."

"Esme, has, Grant, been in touch with you?"

"No dear, not for a few days. Has something happened?"

"Yes." I cried. "I have been kidnapped."

"What, does, Grant, know?" Before I could say anything she ...

... called loudly. "Howard, come here quickly."

"Esme, Can you help me?" I whimpered.

Jeremy ripped the phone out of my hand. "Listen lady, and listen good. Your asshole son has been giving us the run around. He got the cops involved, even though I said if he did, this bitch would die."

I heard, Howard, pick up the phone. "Who is this. What on earth is going on?"

"Listen dip shit. We have your daughter in law. She is our hostage, and if you don't play ball, she's gonna die."

"What do you mean you have her? Who is this?"

"Stop talking and listen. We kidnapped her, and we want five hundred thousand dollars for her release."

There was a moments silence, before Howard asked. "Does Grant, know about this, have you spoken to him?"

"Yeah, of course he fucking does. He's not been very helpful though. If I didn't know better, I'd think he was trying to get her killed. So, listen here old man. Either you get with the program, or she is going to suffer. Got it."

"How do we know you even have her?"

Jeremy grabbed me by the hair and pulled me towards the phone. "Talk." He commanded.

"Hello, Howard." I sniffled.

"Sasha, good god, are you all right?"

"Yes."

"What in heavens name is happening." He asked.

"I don't now, I was abducted three days ago. I'm scared, Howard. Please, help me."

"Three days, what in gods name is Grant, playing at? Yes, of course we will help. What do we have to do?"

Jeremy grabbed the phone. "We want five hundred grand. It's ...