Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

... rose above it. There were cosmetics, hair products and razors. Obviously a shared facility. Were they husband and wife.

After finishing, and flushing. I pulled the hood back down. The woman walked back in, I felt her hands lightly on my shoulders, guiding me carefully back to my cell.

As she sat me on the bed, I asked. "Is it possible to not have my hands cuffed? I can't get comfortable on my back."

"Ummmmm..." She sounded uncertain, her words ponderous. "I'll have to ask. I don't know."

She snapped the handcuffs back on, lifted my hood and walked out.

Minutes later the big guy walked in carrying some chain. Fastening the chain on the bed, he released the hand cuffs, and threaded the chain though.

"Thank you." I replied. He walked out without another word. The darkness surrounded me like a cloak. It settled in the room giving me no reassurance.

The next morning, I woke with the sun. It filtered in through the south facing window. Looking around the room, I remembered what happened. A cold shiver running through my body. The fuzzy blanket fell to the floor. My clothes felt dirty, and they definitely smelled bad. I had just run about eight miles when they abducted me, and yes. I was sweaty.

God, I wanted a shower bad.

The door opened, as I sat up, the woman entered with a tray of food, and coffee. Oh god, coffee.

"I hope you slept well?" She asked. It wasn't fake, it was real empathy, care.

"Surprisingly, yes." I answered. "Can you tell me ...

... what's happening, why I am here?"

Placing the tray of food on the bed, she sat beside it. "I'm sorry, but I can't talk about this. We would both be in trouble."

"Is this a ransom?"

The woman's eyes gave away her answer. She didn't have to speak. "He'll never pay." I snorted. "He might pretend to, but he and I live separate lives. He would prefer me dead. He won't pay."

She looked horrified. "Would you like a bathroom break before breakfast?"

"Yes please." I sighed wondering what would happen now she had heard my thoughts.

On came the hood, and then we followed the same routine as the previous day.

Back in my cell, after being cuffed. I attacked my food. The woman watched on, with interest.

"Could I have a shower, after this please?"

"Yeah, I reckon it'd be okay."

"Do you have clean clothes for me? These are starting to smell."

"I could find something." She whispered.

"You know my husband won't pay. He will be glad to see the back of me. He would be happy to see me die."

"I can't talk about it. If you want the shower. You gotta shut up, okay?"

"I'm just trying to save you a lot of wasted effort."

"We'll see I guess."

She walked out leaving me to finish eating in private. These people, well the woman at least was no expert at this. She sounded nervous. Analyzing her reactions, she was scared, maybe more so than me.

I pushed aside the tray, and reclined on the bed. I didn't have long to wait. The woman returned. This time carrying ...