Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

... with me? If I was able to over power her. What awaited outside? We were clearly in a farmhouse of some sort, so we were miles out of the City. Was there a vehicle, were the keys in it?

It was late in the afternoon when I heard the voices outside. It was both the man and woman. His voice raised in anger.

"I don't know what the fucker was thinking. He went straight to the cops. I did a drive by this afternoon, and the place is crawling with cops. When I phoned him, they tried to trace the call. I heard the cops telling him to keep me on the line."

He muttered something unintelligible, before adding. "What the fuck are we going to do now. The guys a fucking asshole."

The woman, tried to placate him. "It could still work. We will just have to deal with the cops. Maybe that will make it easier. We are hardly asking for the world. Five hundred thousand isn't a lot."

"It makes it pretty dangerous, Daisy. This is now getting very complicated."

"Yes, but the cops are experienced, they know how this works. We just have to stay strong."

"Yeah, but why didn't he just pay up?"

"I don't know, Jeremy. All I know is, we need to be extra cautious.... You know, Sasha, said that her husband wouldn't pay."

"How the hell did she know what's going on?"

"Sorry, she was scared and asked what was happening. I already told you, I can't do this if she is terrified. What we're doing is so wrong. I told her she was going to be okay, once the money was paid it would be all ...

... over."

"Jesus Christ, Daisy. Keep your mouth closed. Remember, no names, and keep that damn hood on her. She's a bright woman. She'll be keeping mental notes on anything that could target us."

"I'm careful Jeremy. But I can't do this if she's crying, and scared. You promised me she wouldn't be hurt."

"I don't want to hurt her. I just don't want to get caught. Did she say why he wouldn't pay?"

"No, I got scared myself. Told her to shut up, but if we, or I asked. I'm sure she would tell us." "Yeah, okay, when you take her dinner in tonight. See if you can get her to spill."

I sat back down on the bed, waves of nausea tied my tummy in knots. The bastard had refused to pay. I expected that, I mean I hoped he would pay, showed me some love. I had loved him, been a good wife. Now I realized his true colors were on full display. He really was a cold, cruel bastard.

When the woman, I now knew was Daisy, brought my dinner in on the tray. She sat on the bed with me. Her face still covered by the balaclava. She asked. "Why did you say your husband wouldn't pay?"

Between mouthfuls, I murmured. "We have been close to divorce. We have been arguing a lot. He would see this as not only saving him money, but making it as well. He would be hoping you killed me. He could then collect my insurance money as well."

She sucked in a big breath, her eyes showed her disbelief... "You're joking surely?"

"No joke, I guess you have sent him a note or something. I bet he doesn't ...