Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

... chained up. The skin on my wrists was lacerated from the continual chafing and pulling of the cuffs.

It all flooded out of me, the tears just wouldn't stop.

Daisy pushed aside the plate, and pulled me into her arms. "Hey, it'll be okay. You're safe."

My arms were trapped between us, the cuffs not loose enough to allow me to return the hug. She felt nice, her body warm, smelling of fresh apples. Oh damn, just the feeling of human contact. It felt so good. We rocked a little as she tried to console me.

Her soft voice purring. "It will be okay, shush, relax."

I managed to stop the cascade, and she gradually released me, with a gentle woolen flavored kiss on the forehead. Her smell stayed with me, long after she was gone.

The day seemed long, although this time. Daisy brought me in some lunch. "How ya feeling?" She asked, as I ate the sandwich.

"Better, but still uncomfortable. I'm nervous about what happens if Esme, and Howard, go to the police as well."

"We just gotta deal with it one thing at a time." I nodded, he won't hurt them will he?"

"No Honey, he talks tough, but he couldn't hurt a fly."

"Is he your husband?"

She giggled. "Oh god no. He's my brother." She gave me a funny look. "He's just a big softy at heart."

With a pensive twitch, she added. "He will be home soon. We should know at least something by then."

After she left, I lay listening for any sounds. This room was obviously at the back of the house. I couldn't hear any ...

... vehicles coming or going. A while later, I did heard footsteps passing by.

Dinner time saw, Daisy walk in with her usual tray of food, looking very nervous. "They went to Grant apparently. That meant the police getting involved. But they are willing to pay. We're just trying to figure out how to get the money."

I sat up, the tray between my legs. I picked slowly at the food. "What does that mean?"

"These day's they have so many ways of tracking things. My brother is worried they'll put some kind of tracker in the bag."

"Then swap bags." I suggested.

"We thought of that. There's helicopters, long range binoculars, and god knows what else. We need to find somewhere safe. Somewhere we could escape if the cops closed in."

"Is it just the two of you?" I asked.

She answered hesitantly, unsure about how much to reveal. "Yeah, that's part of the problem. How do we watch you, pick up the money and keep an eye on whose watching, then there's driving..."

"Yes, you're going to have your hands full all right. What about an electronic transfer, no pick up, no traces."

"Yeah, but how do we make sure that they can't track us digitally?"

"Yeah, sorry. I don't know."

"Ahhh damn it, I'm scared." She sighed. "This is so god damn stressful. I just want it to be over."

"You could just let me go. Drive me to the middle of nowhere and drop me off. I don't know anything."

"Believe me, nothing would please me more. My brother though, he's so damn tied up in this. He is ...