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Kara's Abduction, Part 2
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Chapter 2. The Beginning
My abductor's name was Robert, or so he said, and as
we left the city and began to enter the countryside on the way
to his home, something else began to frighten me. I realized
he hadn't even tried to cover my eyes to keep me from telling
the police how to find his home. I shivered again, wondering
if he was allowing me to see where we were going because he
realized I somehow wouldn't be able to tell anyone anything
ever again.
Seeing the worried look on my face, and as though he
were reading my mind, he smiled and said, "Don't worry,
Kara. I'm not going to harm you. Well... that's perhaps not
exactly true. I will probably introduce you to several forms of
varying degrees of pain, but only to heighten your sexual
pleasure. In case you're wondering, the reason I'm not trying
to hide where I live is because I'm quite confident you'll not
represent a threat to me in any way after I'm finished with
you. Not because you wouldn't be able to, but simply
because you'll be so in love with what I've done to and for
you, you won't want to do anything to harm me."
"Bullshit!" I snapped. Jesus! The conceited arrogance
of this guy, thinking I'd be so grateful to him for a quick fuck
or something I wouldn't want revenge. He'll see. I'll show
this bastard. I scowled, turning away from him, staring out
the window.
He couldn't be right. Could he? I began to wonder
again about what he was going to do to me, and once again I
felt my pussy becoming damp from some weird perverted
form of excitement. Kara, you horny bitch. Settle down.
This isn't supposed to be fun, you idiot. You're in trouble.
Still, I couldn't help fantasizing again about what he was
going to do to me. Would he tie me down, naked, while he
ate me and fucked me? Would he pinch my nipples? Would
he actually spank me, or possibly even whip me while making
me suck his cock and eat his cum? Jesus I was getting hot. I
squeezed my legs together as hard as I could to try to stop
these horribly naughty thoughts from turning me on so much,
and heard him laughing softly.
"You can touch yourself if you want," he said
condescendingly.
"Fuck you, you bastard!" I snapped, embarrassed he
had noticed what I'd been doing with my legs, angry at
myself, at my body for getting so worked up, yet still horny as
hell. I could smell my body odor, now that the sweat was
drying on my flesh, and my wet clothes were cold. I still
wanted that hot shower, or better yet, soaky bath, and I
wondered if he'd let me take one at his house before he did
whatever he was going to do to me. Fortunately, I didn't have
much longer to wait.
"Not much further now," he said, turning into a grass
covered lane. We drove through thick woods for perhaps a
mile, passing no houses or buildings of any kind, and then
turned off onto another lane for another half mile or so.
"Here we are. It's not much, but it's home," he smiled,
as we pulled up to an iron gate. Robert push another button
on the dash of the car, and the gates opened. We drove
through, and they closed behind us. The entire property
seemed to be protected by a very large stone wall, and as we
drove another mile or so up the driveway I wondered what his
house would look like. Then I saw it.
"Holy shit," I exclaimed, my mouth open. It was a
fucking chateau, three stories high, also made of fieldstone,
and looked like it could have been a country club clubhouse
or something. I noticed horse stables off to the side as we
pulled into a large brick courtyard. Robert hit another button
to open one of four garage doors in a building large enough to
be someone's home but which was, instead, simply the
garage.
Once inside the garage, he turned off the car, hit the
release button, and got out, walking around to open the door
for me. Gee, how fucking polite. The prick. I followed him
inside and we entered a large country kitchen, with a
flagstone fireplace, gourmet six burner stove, cathedral
ceiling, three sinks, two paneled refrigerators, and all kinds of
fancy, expensive appliances.
I was still gawking around at everything when Robert
said, "I would imagine you're cold and uncomfortable, Kara.
Follow me upstairs and I'll show you your room and bath."
My room and bath? What did he think this was, a
fucking vacation??? "Look, you, I--"
"Kara, please. You're miles from the nearest house,
and so far out in the country you'd never make it back to the
city. There are some rather nasty animals roaming the woods
around here. Why don't we begin with a little dose of reality,
okay?" Robert stared directly into my eyes, and I once again
realized how very handsome this son-of-a-bitch was. He
continued, "You are my guest here, Kara, or, if you insist, my
prisoner. I've selected you because you have all the
characteristics I've been seeking for... well, let's just say
you're an ideal young woman for my needs at the present
time."
His needs? Once again I wondered at the combined
arrogance and sexual undertones of that statement, feeling a
tingling sensation in my crotch as he rattled on... "and it is
true that you are being kept here perhaps against your will,
but other than that, you will not be forced to do anything you
don't wish to do. However things will go much easier for you
during your stay with me if you relax and enjoy yourself.
Beginning immediately. Now... let's go upstairs, and I'll draw
your bath for you and get you something more comfortable to
wear for dinner. Come with me."
I followed him out of the kitchen and into a long
hallway, then up a winding stairway lined with old photos of
men in foreign military uniforms. Everything was paneled in
rich, dark wood, and when we reached the landing at the top
of the stairs, we walked into a huge bedroom with a large,
four poster bed against one wall, and a fireplace against
another.
"You may undress here. Leave your clothes, including
your underwear, outside the door in this hamper and they will
be laundered for you. After your bath you may select
anything you wish to wear for dinner. The closets and
drawers contain a fairly wide selection of styles, all in your
sizes, and all new, purchased just for you."
What the fuck.... How could he have known my sizes
without.... He HAD been stalking me. Jesus. This was really
getting creepier and creepier, but he seemed to actually be a
pretty nice guy, so I decided to go along with him. For now.
Not that I had much choice.
Robert went into the bathroom and began running
water into a huge, circular tub. I smelled the essence of
Vitabath, or some other kind of perfumed bath oil, and when
the tub was filled, Robert came out and handed me a
beautiful, royal blue and gold trimmed terry cloth robe.
"Would you care for a glass of champagne to sip while
you're enjoying your bath?" he asked politely.
"Well, yeah, sure, I guess so," I mumbled, taking the
robe from him.
"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back with it,"
he said, closing the door as he left.
I walked over to the window and looked outside. It was
dark now, and I mean DARK. No lights anywhere around,
just woods. I realized how right he had been when he said it
would be silly to try to escape. To where?
Sighing, I undressed quickly, happy to get out of the
wet, rank clothes I'd been wearing. My body still smelled,
and my nostrils flared from the odor of stale sweat. I went
into the bathroom and felt the water. It was hot, steamy, but
just right. A wonderfully relaxed feeling swept over me as I
sank into the tub, beneath the scented bubbles.
"Ahhhh... this is more like it," I sighed, closing my
eyes, actually beginning to unwind in spite of my situation.
Then I heard a tap on the door, and suddenly remembered
Robert had said he would be right back.
"Kara?" he said softly.
"What."
"I've brought your champagne. If you wish, you may
cover yourself with a towel while I bring it in to you. Let me
know when you're ready for it."
What the fuck was with this guy. I was his prisoner,
yet he was telling me he'd wait until I was decent before
coming into the bathroom. I was really having trouble
understanding this situation, but reached above my head and
pulled one of the large towels into the water with me anyway,
covering my breasts and crotch with it, even though the
bubbles pretty well shielded me without it.
"Okay. You can come in now," I said, and he opened
the door and entered the bathroom carrying an expensive
looking sterling silver tray. On it was an elaborately engraved
silver champagne bucket, and inside a bottle of something
called Pommery champagne.
"I know everyone raves over Dom Perignon, but I
actually prefer this one. I hope you like it," he said, sitting the
tray down on a small table near the tub. He took the bottle
out and poured us each a glass, handing one to me. Then he
held his up in a toast, and said, "Here's to us, Kara. To our
new beginning," and I found myself clinking glasses with him.
We each took a sip, and I found the sparkling dry,
slightly nutty flavor of the bubbly incredibly delicious. I had
been dying of thirst, and to quench it with this awesome drink
was actually quite wonderful. Maybe this wasn't going to be
so bad after all.
"I'll leave you alone now, Kara. Drink as much of the
champagne as you wish and don't worry about the rest. You
can even bathe in it if you'd like," he smiled, again dazzling
me with his handsome good looks. After your bath, if you're
tired you can nap a bit before dinner. Come down whenever
you're ready."
He left, closing the door behind him, but leaving the
bottle of champagne. I was becoming more and more
confused over this entire ordeal. This was definitely NOT
how I had envisioned a kidnaped young damsel in distress
being treated. I felt like Julia-fucking-Roberts in Pretty
Woman, not a potential rape victim. If the guy was going to
rape me, wouldn't he have done it when I was lying here
naked in front of him? Very strange, very strange indeed....
I settled back into the tub, took another sip of the
champagne, and closed my eyes. Suddenly I giggled,
remembering a line from the musical, "Annie," where she
said, "I think I'm gonna like it here." Kara, you submissive
little slut, you just might enjoy it here, yourself....
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