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Kara's Abduction, Part 3
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 3. Kara's Conversion
After a long soak in the tub, I reluctantly got out and
toweled off, then put on the robe Robert had left for me.
Moving into the bedroom, I went into the huge walk-in closet
and found a complete wardrobe of dresses, skirts, jeans,
blouses, and negligees, all in my sizes. Remarkable. Most of
the items were very tasteful, even elegant, although some
were clearly more sexy than others, especially some of the
negligees.
What should I wear downstairs. I didn't want to dress
in a manner that would signal my acceptance of my situation,
but at the same time, I secretly wanted to tease Robert a bit. I
finally settled on a pair of Calvins jeans and a sparkling tee
shirt. Moving back into the bedroom, from the lingeree chest
I selected a pair of black lace, French cut bikini panties.
Feeling rather naughty, I also decided against wearing a bra. I
dressed in the new clothes, which fit perfectly, including a
pair of fashionable sandles, then went to the dressing table to
apply a bit of eye shadow and lipstick. I brushed my long,
shoulder length brown hair until I was satisfied it had a
sufficient amount of silky sheen to it, then examined my
breasts. My areolas and nipples were just barely visible
beneath the tee shirt, and on impulse, I pinched and tweaked
my nipples until they were protruding enough to be clearly
noticeable. Again I felt my pussy getting wet in anticipation
of what lie ahead of me. Let's see what Robert thinks about
me now that I'm freshened up a bit. If he liked me before, he
should love me now!
Taking a deep breath, I turned out the light in the
bedroom and went downstairs. Robert saw me pass by, and
called out to me. I joined him in his study, a beautiful library,
filled with books and decorated with black leather furniture.
Naturally, this room also had a fireplace, as did every room in
the house I was to learn later.
"You're lovely," he said, smiling that fucking
handsome smile at me again.
"Thank you," I said, deciding to be civil. "I needed a
bath."
"No, Kara. Actually you didn't. I know it made you
feel better, but I find the scent of a woman quite arousing. I
believe they even made a movie by that name, didn't they?"
"How can you find body odor arousing?" I asked,
disgusted.
"There are many things you'll learn to appreciate
during your stay here, Kara. One of them is the scent of a
fragrant, beautiful woman. Especially her pussy. But time for
that later. Are you hungry?"
I wanted to argue with him, but suddenly realized I
was indeed famished, so opted for dinner instead. "Yes, I'm
quite hungry, actually."
"Then let's have dinner," he said, taking my hand,
leading me into a very large, paneled dining room. Twenty
people could have dined in that room quite comfortably,
probably more. But for tonight, Robert, or someone, had set
two places at one end of the long table. He motioned for me
to take a seat, so I purposely selected the one at the end of the
table, forcing him to sit on the side next to me. He smiled at
my little show of defiance, as though he had expected it,
which pissed me off.
"Ready, Opali," Robert called out quietly to someone,
and in a few moments a nice looking dark-skinned man entered
from the kitchen, bringing a tray containing two bowls of
some kind of pinkish bisque. It smelled heavenly.
"Kara, this is Opali. If you ever need anything, from
the kitchen or otherwise, please inform him and he will be
quite happy to serve you."
"Nice to meet you, Opali," I smiled. He smiled back,
rather shyly, and I was intrigued to notice the very clear
outline of a thick cock in his thin white trousers. I quickly
looked at Robert, and noticed him smiling. He had seen me
looking at Opali's cock, again as though he knew I would. I
blushed, something I haven't done in a long time, and Robert
laughed.
"I think she likes your cock, Opali," Robert teased.
"Yes sir. I think so," Opali grinned, reaching across the
arm of the chair as he set the soup in front of me. As he
leaned over my arm, I felt his cock pressing into it.
Immediately I jerked my arm away from him, and both Opali
and Robert laughed.
"What is it with you?" I snapped.
"Nothing, Kara. Relax. Enjoy yourself. Sex can be
one of life's greatest pleasures if you simply stop fighting it
and instead begin craving it. As you will soon see, once you
agree to try it."
"I've been fucked before," I said defiantly. "I know
what sex is like."
"You know NOTHING of the true pleasures of
uninhibited sex, my young friend. But you will. Over time."
I turned away and began eating the bisque. It was
lobster bisque, my favorite, and as I began savoring it, Opali
returned and poured a glass of some kind of white wine.
Robert raised his glass again, offering a toast, "to
limitless, perfect sex." This time I didn't return his toast, but
did sip the wine. As with the champagne, this was superb. I
looked at the label, and it said, "Meursault." Another French
wine, obviously, and it was wonderful.
We were both silent during the remainder of the meal,
which consisted of very delicate, thinly sliced pieces of veal
sauteed in a white wine and shallot sauce. I adored the
incredible flavor of the sauce, and the perfection of the veal,
and finally complimented Robert on an excellent dinner.
"Only the best for you, Kara. It's what you deserve.
In wine... in food... and in sex," Robert said, staring deeply
into my eyes. The room was bathed in only candlelight, and
the shadows flickering across his strong face made him look
even more handsome than before. I found myself fantasizing
again about how wonderful it might be to have this man
making love to me, fucking me, or better yet, sucking me,
relentlessly, until I came a thousand times, after which he
would fuck me with his long, hard cock.
Suddenly I shivered, shaking me out of my reverie.
Robert was staring at me again, a subtle grin on his face while
his eyes were cloudy with lust.
"Do you know why I selected you, Kara?" he asked.
"No. Of course not," I answered. He had just
confirmed my suspicions that his meeting me hadn't been a
chance occurance.
"Because you're young, beautiful, athletic, and most of
all intelligent. You are also capable of incredibly erotic,
perverted sexual acts, once you begin to see how
wonderously fulfilling performing them can be for you. I
know you, Kara, better than you do yourself, and I'm going
to prove it to you over the next few days and nights."
"Like hell you are," I snarled. "Just because I'm a
prisoner here doesn't mean I'm going to let you fuck me, or
anything else."
"Oh, but you are, Kara. You are. Tell me, do you
have enough confidence in yourself to play a little game with
me?"
"It depends, of course. What kind of game?" I asked,
not about to agree to anything just yet.
"A game of truth, Kara. We ask each other questions,
and answer truthfully. Do you think you're capable of
submitting to such a game, Kara?"
I thought about it. Was I? Would I be able to answer
anything he asked me, truthfully? I doubted it, but agreed to try
anyway. "Sure, we can play, if it would amuse you."
We moved from the table into yet another room I
hadn't seen, a very large den, family room, great room,
whatever.... The wall next to the fireplace was completely
covered with the most elaborate electronic stereo and TV
system I'd ever seen. What in hell all those amplifiers and
control panels were for, I had no idea, but it sure was
impressive looking. Robert walked over to the system, pushed
a few buttons, and some quiet, very beautiful piano music
began to play through several speakers all around the room. I
thought it was probably Tchaikovsky or maybe Rachmaninoff
or somebody like that but wasn't sure.
Robert then walked into a small bar built into a corner
of the room, and returned with two crystal glasses partially
filled with a smoky amber liquid.
"Do you like 20 year old cognac, Kara?" he asked,
handing me a glass. The lead crystal glass was so heavy I
almost dropped it.
"No, not really," I said, looking suspiciously at the dark
liquid.
"Perhaps you'd learn to appreciate many new things
you think you don't like if only you'd try them, Kara," Robert
said, motioning toward me with the glass, swirling the cognac
around in it. He inhaled deeply from the sniffter, then sipped
a little. What the hell, I figured, nothing ventured, nothing
gained. I mimicked Robert's actions, and found myself
sipping something so smooth I could hardly believe it was
cognac. All the brandy and cognac I'd ever tried before tasted
like lighter fluid or something. This was so smooth, yet so
powerful it took my breath away. Just as with the wines, this,
too, was wonderfully delicious.
Sitting back on one of the large leather sofas, I began to
relax completely. What, I asked myself, is so bad about being
in an incredibly expensive home, with a good looking, polite,
sophisticated rich man, listening to beautiful music over a
dynamite stereo system?
"Ready, Kara?" Robert asked, sitting down next to me.
"First question.... How many men have made love to you?"
"Not that many, I must admit," I sighed, counting to
myself. "Perhaps six or seven, maybe a few more. I'm don't
exactly remember," I said truthfully. Between the
champagne, the wine, and now this cognac I really couldn't
remember for sure.
"Okay. Your turn," Robert said, smiling, his eyes
sparkling.
Suddenly I felt hot flashes coursing through my body
again, and on impulse, said, "Would you rather fuck a woman
or eat her?"
Robert grinned, and I felt myself blushing. Why the
fuck did you have to ask a stupid, dirty question like that,
Kara, you idiot.
"Actually, Kara, I rather prefer sucking a woman,
although I certainly also enjoy fucking. As I told you earlier, I
am entranced by the scent of a woman, especially of her
pussy, and especially when she is hot. I love the slippery
texture of a woman's cunt. I love running my tongue across
the tiny little ripples inside the walls of her pussy. I enjoy
holding the sides of her pussy open so I can get more of my
mouth inside her. I love pushing my tongue as far up inside
her as I can. I love the feel of her oily cunt juice on my lips,
my chin, and my cheeks. And most of all, I enjoy listening to
her screams of pleasure when I suck and nibble on her clitoris
until she can't take it any longer. Does that answer your
question?"
My cunt was so wet I felt as though I'd peed in my
panties. There's nothing I enjoy more than having my cunt
sucked properly, yet only one guy of all those who have tried
it on me has really done a good job at it. I still remember to
this day how it made me feel, yet most guys act like they're
doing you such a favor when they suck your cunt you want to
punch them. Robert clearly seemed to sincerely enjoy going
down on a woman, and I suddenly realized that's exactly
what I wanted him to do.
"My turn again, Kara. Ready?" Robert asked.
"Yes," I whispered, clearly turned-on. I drew my legs
up under me, and felt the tightness of the denim jeans rubbing
against my crotch. I trembled and returned Robert's deep
gaze, both of us aware of how excited I had become. I knew
Robert could see how hard my nipples were, and I purposely
displayed them, and my breasts, for him, taunting him.
"My question is, Kara, are you wet enough yet to
allow me to do to you what I just described?"
Was I? Almost, I knew that for sure. But was I ready to
go that far yet, even though I knew by now that we were
clearly going to be fucking before the evening ended?
"I... I don't know, Robert. Why don't you try kissing
me first, and we'll see what happens," I murmured, feeling my
face turning crimson again.
Robert took my drink and set it with his on the table
next to the couch. Then he turned back to me, holding my
chin in his fingers, staring deeply into my eyes until he was
sure I was ready. I felt my heart hammering in my chest, and
my cunt was tingling with excitement. When I moved I could
feel my panties squishing from the leaking juices of my cunt.
"Oh Robert. I can't believe this--"
His lips touched mine, so softly at first I could barely
feel them. He was wearing a very subtle after shave, and I
adored it. When his tongue moved against my lips, oh so
softly, I didn't resist as he glided it over my mouth, entering
me slowly, probing gently, in, then out, then in deeper, like a
cock in a waiting pussy.
I made a little mewing sound, and we fell slowly to the
couch, side by side. Robert crawled up next to me so our
bodies were touching, and I could feel a massive cock
pressing into my cunt. He still hadn't pulled away from my
mouth, and when I parted my lips further, he pushed his
tongue deeper inside my mouth.
With a moan, I touched his tongue with mine, feeling
his hands touching my breasts now, feeling his cock pulsing
against my pussy. Robert reached up underneath my blouse
and his hand covered my bare nipple, pinching it softly,
caressing my tit gently.
He continued to fondle me for a long time, all the
while kissing me, licking my lips, my neck, probing the inside
of my ear with his tongue, which caused me to break out in
millions of goosebumps.
"Oh God, Robert, I'm so hot," I sighed, knowing I'd do
anything he wanted now, too far gone to resist, or to want to
resist.
"Let's go downstairs, Kara. I want to show you
something," he said, helping me up from the couch. I would
have been perfectly content to remain exactly where we were,
although the thought of Opali walking in on us was a bit
disconcerting. Maybe he has a special love room downstairs.
Maybe he's going to turn me into a raging sex slave slut, I
mused to myself, smiling, thinking how much fun it could be
if he did....
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