Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

... some clothes and towels.

In the bathroom, she said. "I'll have to stay and help you undress. I gotta make sure you don't try anything dumb."

My face burned with embarrassment as she unlocked, one hand then the other, as she lifted off my halter top and sports bra. My jogging tights quickly followed by my panties. I could feel the heat from my burning embarrassment.

In the hood, I couldn't see the woman's face. That might have been a blessing. I did hear her gasp, as she slid my panties down. I was naked, my burning shame only deepened.

I heard the shower turn on, and then she removed my hood. God, the water felt so good. The water pressure was terrible, but at least the water was hot. The Lavender scented shampoo foamed up, my hands sliding through my short auburn hair. I was now thankful that I had recently changed to the short bob. At first I missed my long wavy hair, but now. It might be a good thing.

I stayed in the shower as long as possible, just enjoying the luxury. When I jumped out, I started to towel myself dry, unfortunately. With my hands cuffed together, it was an impossibility.

I heard the door open behind me, and the woman walked in. "Would you like a hand?"

I nodded my shameful acceptance. My need to dry off outweighing my embarrassment.

She started with my back and worked her way down. Her hands seemed to take an eternity on my ass. When she pushed my legs apart, I hesitated. This was far too personal. Although, as she rubbed, the ...

... rough texture of the cotton towel roughly massaging my inner thighs felt so good. Suppressing a soft moan of pleasure, I sucked in a deep breath.

I had to lean on her as she knelt down to rub my feet. "You have beautiful feet." She whispered.

Dry, she helped me into what were obviously some old clothes of hers. They were probably two sizes to small, but I was in no position to complain. At least now I smelt fresh and clean. How I looked, didn't really matter.

It was back to the dungeon for me. At least the chains allowed me to sit up, and stretch to get comfortable. I wondered what was happening at home. Surely my captors must have sent the ransom note to my husband. Would he show his parents? I knew damned well he wouldn't pay. In fact this would be perfect for him. If I died, he would pick up my life insurance and he would be released from his parents prenup.

That thought made me sick, the bastard would get to enjoy the benefits of what might be a very painful death for me. I laughingly wondered whether he arranged it. Perhaps it was all a ruse, there was no ransom. Merely a murder made to look like a ransom.

I dozed off and on through out the day. I went through every possible scenario for escape. The windows were partially boarded over. They never released me from the handcuffs. I didn't know if they were both there during the day. My best bet of overpowering somebody, was definitely the woman. The guy was far to big.

The question remained, was she alone ...