Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Mistaken Identity Author: Marc Pierce Email: MarcusWPierce@Hotmail.com Keywords: MF, reluc M, oral, bondage Short Summary: A male is kidnapped, and intimate photographs taken, by a female abductor who decides she wants to be paid more than money Published: 2002-05-20 Edited: 2002-05-20 This story may contain explicit descriptions of sexual acts and may not be legal for you to read or possess because of your age or location. It is your responsibility to know the laws of your jurisdiction and act accordingly. The author takes no liability. This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities with real persons, living or dead, or past or present events are purely coincidental. Copyright 2002 Marcus W Pierce. All rights reserved. However, feedback is most welcome! Please take a moment and let me know what you think about this story. Please email MarcusWPierce@Hotmail.com. Thank you! ..... That day, and evening, will live long in my memory. I'm still not quite sure what actually happened - but I will at least try to explain the sequence of events. Perhaps there was more to it than meets the eye, but I'm afraid I can only describe what I felt. It all started yesterday morning when I was walking along the street in a residential area of the town where I live. It is quite a 'good' area with a number of large houses - the sort of place where everyone keeps themselves to themselves and no-one really notices what goes on. Anyway, as I say, I was walking along the street and had just passed the end of a driveway. Tall hedges hid the front garden and the house from the road. I was walking to the railway station and talking to my girlfriend on my mobile 'phone so I didn't notice anyone standing on the driveway. Of course they may have been hiding behind the hedge for some reason - but certainly I didn't know anyone else was around. That was, at least, until I felt something hit me on the back of my head. Blackness enveloped my mind as I fell to the ground. Gradually I realised I was awake again and lying on my back. On opening my eyes, I just saw a strange green light. Taking a deep breath, I felt material being sucked against my mouth and face. I tried to move my arms so that I could remove the material from over my head - it was then that I realised that my wrists had been tied to some form of metal bar or frame. My ankles had also been secured to either the same frame or a similar bar. A further rope ran over my stomach, securing the trunk of my body to the surface I was lying on, and some form of brace had been placed around my neck.. "Help! Where am I? Is anyone there?" I shouted, before I realised that if anyone was around all I had done was to alert them to the fact that I was awake, and that they probably wouldn't release me anyway! "Shush!" a female voice said. The Voice sounded friendly enough. "Stop struggling - you won't be able to escape your bonds." "Where am I?" I asked "Now you must realise it would be pointless telling you that! I'm sorry about your situation but you are needed to stay here for a while and this is the easiest way of making sure it happens. Now if you are a good boy, you won't be hurt - and if your father stumps up the ransom money, you can be with your wife by this evening." "But, but..." I stammered. "Ransom? Father? Wife??" "Now be quiet! There's nothing you can do so you may as well just go back to sleep" the Voice said in a calming tone. "But I'm not married and my father died two years ago!" I finally managed to say. "Now stop mucking about. There is no way you can try to fool me with a crap story like that. Your father has been contacted and asked to pay £100,000 to get his son back intact. And you, Simon Hall, are lumbered with being your father's only son." "Simon Hall? Who the fuck is Simon Hall?" I exclaimed. "I'm Marc Pierce, not Simon Hall!" "Now shut up! If you don't I'll be forced to gag you as well." I heard The Voice moving closer as she said this so I lowered the volume of my voice. "How do you know I'm Simon Hall?" I asked quietly. I felt the frame I was lying on move as she sat down beside me. "You're Simon Hall, as you well know, because you look like the photograph we've got of you. If we have to provide some evidence of your abduction then I'm sure we will see the mole on your left arm and the one on your back. And I have been told that you have a birthmark in a very personal place which I look forward to investigating." As she said the last bit, I felt her hand rest on my groin and gently squeeze. "Well, I have got a mole on my left arm but other than that, well, you've got the wrong person. I'm Marc Pierce, I'm not married, and my father is dead." As I finished speaking, I heard a mobile 'phone ring. The Voice answered it and I could only hear her side of the conversation. "Yes? How is it going?" "What do you mean?" "Yeah, he's here. I'm sure of it - although he keeps talking about being someone else, but that's to be expected really" "They must be bluffing you" "Okay, so you'll carry on talking to them. I'll work on the proof" "Yup, see you later" I heard the slide of the 'phone as she finished the call. "So, what's happening?" I asked. "Just shut up, will you! Your father is refusing to pay and says that you haven't been kidnapped so I need to give him some proof. I'll be back shortly" the Voice said as she stood up and left the room. I waited - well, there was nothing else I could do! As I laid there, I could her moving about and some strange metallic noises. Presently, she returned to my side and placed her hand on my groin again. "Just continue to lay still and you'll be fine - I only need to take some photographs of you to send to your father." "But I'm not who you think I am," I said. "You won't get anywhere with this." "I've had enough of your lying," the Voice said. I felt her place a hand over my eyes before lifting the material from the bottom of my face. I felt a bar being forced sideways in to my mouth, and teh Voice reached behind my head to fasten what must have been a gag of some sort. I now couldn't speak. I felt the Voice move away from me before returning. "Now for the first proof," she said. Her hands undid the cuffs of my left sleeve. I heard, rather than felt, the material being ripped and gradually felt my arm become colder as the skin became more exposed. As the tear in the material reached my shoulder, the Voice grasped the body of my shirt and tore the sleeve off. The Voice twisted my arm to display the mole that, yes it is true, was there. I saw, even through the material covering my head, the flash of a camera. Clearly the Voice was taken a photograph to send to my supposed father. "Well, that's the first proof. Now for a few more shots," the Voice said. "And I think it's time for me to have some fun as well." During the rest of the ordeal, while I remained blindfolded, and when she could, the Voice kept talking about what she was doing but never gave me any indication of what she was going to do next. Her hand moved to cover my right nipple. Gently stroking her hand over my chest, I felt my nipple slightly protrude. Gently pinching my nipple between two fingers, I felt the Voice lift my shirt and then I heard the snip of scissors. The Voice let my shirt fall back on to my chest and then her finger entered the hole that she had cut and directly caressed my nipple. Her hand moved to my left nipple and repeated the process. Another flash and another picture had been taken. Now her hand trailed down my body, past my groin and carried on down my left leg to my foot. Swiftly she removed my shoes before I felt the coldness of the scissors being stuck into the toe of each of my socks in turn before the material was cut away from my feet. My fear of what was to happen was suddenly switched to surprise as I felt the Voice's mouth start to suck my toes. Her tongue played within the gaps between my toes while her hands started to move up my legs, gently squeezing as they went. As her hands reached my knees, her mouth left my feet. Her hands briefly left my legs as she moved to sit on my groin. She settled her weight on top of me and I felt her bum shift from side to side on top of my cock. Despite my situation, or perhaps because of it, I felt the blood start to pump into my penis. Her weight moved slightly as she reached towards my ankles and started to rip the legs of my trousers, starting the tear with the scissors before simply using her hands to pull the material apart. She ripped each trouser leg a bit at a time, keeping the tears roughly equal, until the tears reached roughly halfway up my thighs. The Voice stood up and took another photograph. Replacing her hands on my chest, she slipped a finger through each of the holes in my shirt and toyed with my nipples before pulling the material, enlarging the holes to expose more of my chest. As soon as the holes were large enough, the Voice moved her mouth to each nipple in turn and gently bit it, rubbing my stomach and groin with her hands while she did so. Returning her attention to my shirt, she completed her mutilation of it, ripping it completely off my body. At this point, she must have, somehow been able to examine my back as I heard the camera take another photograph. "You really are a liar, you know," she observed. "If you are not Simon Hall, it is extremely unfortunate that you have a mole on your back! But that's the second proof - only one more to obtain". My mind worked as I tried to remember if I knew about any other mole on my body. If I had been able to speak, I would have told her that I certainly couldn't remember any mole on my back or perhaps I would have tried to insist that she was lying. Whilst I knew my back was hairy, I was certain that there was nothing else there. But I digress. Having removed my shirt, shoes and socks, and partially removed my trousers, the Voice turned her attention back to the remnants of my trousers. Now the Voice sat on my chest and I could feel the coolness of her leather trousers against my skin as her hands slid over the top of my legs and around my groin. Grasping the material of my trousers, she started to pull the tear further up my left leg to the waist band. Her hand slipped underneath the material and grasped my cock as it lay underneath my boxer shorts. Her hand squeezed gently, feeling my firmness and feeling the warmth of my skin through the cotton material. Suddenly she let go of me and, using the scissors, snipped the waistbands of both my trousers and boxer shorts in two places. Continuing with my trousers, she ripped the rest of my right leg, enabling her to pull my trousers totally away from my body. I could feel her breathing speed up as her hands dived straight back to the fly of my boxer shorts. Without ceremony, she grasped either side of my fly and pulled the opening wide. As the material was torn apart, I knew my penis was fully displayed. She left my boxers on me as the legs had not been torn. "Hmm, very nice. In fact, almost god enough to eat!" the Voice said. Her weight lifted off my body and, shortly afterwards, I felt an extremely cold sensation covering my groin. The cold was accompanied by a hissing noise. Thinking about it, I have heard the same noise before - when I add spray cream to my puddings. At the time of the Voice covering my groin, perhaps, with cream, however, I was distracted by a further flash of the camera. The warmth of my body started to melt the cream but, as it turned out, it had little opportunity of totally melting it as the Voice's mouth soon returned its attention to that specific part of my anatomy. Her tongue explored up and down the length of my shaft and round my balls as she sought to remove every trace of cream. She manoeuvred her mouth to lift my cock before starting to suck. Her tongue explored the end of my knob before she took my penis deeper into her throat. I breathed deeply as her teeth gently applied pressure around my penis as she moved her head backwards. I felt her teeth score gently up the length of my shaft, until she opened her mouth wider and took me deep into her mouth again. She repeated the action a number of times, whilst her hands played between my legs and tickled and caressed my balls. Despite the rope around my waist, I could still move my hips and tried to buck my body into her face as my natural reactions started to take over. She allowed me to try to fuck her mouth, but the rope around my waist was a pretty good deterrent to moving too far. The Voice realised that, in my captive state, I wanted more but was unable to achieve a suitable climax unaided. Sighing, her mouth left my cock but her hands swiftly moved to replace it. I somehow knew, from the gentle way her hand stretched my skin that she was looking closely at my cock. "Shit!" she exclaimed. "You haven't got any markings on your cock!" I thought - that's what I told you in the first place, you stupid bitch! I suppose if I hadn't been gagged, I would probably have said the same thing! The Voice started talking - and I soon realised she must have made a telephone call. "I'm telling you; he's not the right guy." "Because he hasn't got the birthmark!" "No, I'm looking at it, err him, now. There are no marks anywhere on his body, especially in the area where he is supposed to be marked!" While the Voice said this last statement, her hand was holding my cock, and, almost absentmindedly I guess, drawing up and down my shaft. "Well, I can prove it to you later. What do I do with this guy now?" "Fine - I'll do that. What time are you expecting to be back?" "Okay, see you later!" As she put the 'phone down, she must have paid more attention to me. A sudden flash was followed by a second, and then the speed and intensity with which she massaged, pulled and gripped my cock increased. Finally, as one hand caressed the patch of skin between my balls and my anus, I ejaculated. The Voice murmured her pleasure as she removed her hand from my cock. I presume that my cum had landed on her hand - a thought supported by the fact that her mouth soon returned to clean off my penis. As I started to soften, I heard the distinctive sound of a zipper sliding down, with the rustle of clothes being removed shortly afterwards. "Now stay quiet and you will be rewarded," the Voice said. At this stage I could hope that my reward was going to be the logical next stage! Her hand reached under the material covering my face, and moved the gag from my mouth. But I wasn't given the opportunity to speak as the material over my face was lifted and the Voice presented her cunt to my mouth for attention. It was the first time that any woman, or girl, has been quite so forward and I certainly wasn't going to refuse. My tongue was soon dragging itself over her pussy lips and her pubic hair was being blown about as I exhaled through my nasal passages. My tongue forced its way into her vagina and started to heighten her awareness of that area of her body. I shifted my tongue's attention forward so that it was honouring her clitoris, and flickering backwards and forwards over her most intimate place. As my jaw started to ache, I noticed that her body was moving backwards and forwards away from my face. She moved her body totally away from my face, dropping the material back over my face. Any disappointment I may have felt soon disappeared as the Voice moved to sit on my legs and guided my cock directly into her pussy. The warmth of her body cavity transferred itself to my cock. I winced as the tightness of her vagina pulled my foreskin away from the end of my knob. But as she lowered her body firmly onto mine, the feeling passed to be replaced by a feeling of pleasure as the Voice massaged my penis with the muscles at the entrance of her vagina. The rope around my waist still prevented me from bucking the Voice, but this didn't seem to be too much of a problem to her. The tightness, warmth, internal massage, and her movements up and down my shaft soon combined to create a second release. I felt the tiny muscle at the base of my cock twitch and then start to pump sperm into the Voice's body. I groaned as the Voice continued to squeeze every last drop of cum out of me. As my cock subsides, the Voice tries to retain it within herself but soon gives up the fight. As I slip out, I ask "So, you believe me know?" "Yeah, and you'll be able to go home soon. I just need to get you away from here. I think I can do it but it might not be that comfortable for you. In the meantime..", she said as she presented her pussy to my mouth again. Dutifully, I started to lick her body, cleaning the remnants of my own sperm from her, mixed with some of her own seminal fluid. As I tried to keep my eyes open, the anxiety of the afternoon, the strain of coming twice within a short period of time, and the warmth of the Voice's body over my face, restricting the air available to me, all combined to make me sleepy. I suppose I'm ashamed to admit that I must have fallen asleep. The Voice must have moved quickly, or I must have been more knackered than I thought. The next thing I remember is waking up, shivering, lying at the edge of a lay-by by the side of a road. I was stark naked, obviously, as my clothes had been cut off of me earlier in the day. Underneath my body, I found my mobile phone so I called my girlfriend to let her know I was safe but she didn't seem to appreciate that I had apparently hung up on her that morning - so she said I could walk home. And that, officer, is the reason why you found me, stark naked, walking along the road. If I had been aware I was flagging down a police car, I would have been more careful! ..... The police didn't believe my explanation, but at least they didn't charge me! A few days after the incident described above, I received an envelope through the post containing the photographs taken by the Voice. I still don't know anything about the Voice or Simon Hall, or if he was kidnapped after me. I have made up with my girlfriend about 'hanging up the phone' although I haven't told her the full story! Still, making up is always the best part!! ######################################################## This story may contain explicit descriptions of sexual acts and may not be legal for you to read or possess because of your age or location. It is your responsibility to know the laws of your jurisdiction and act accordingly. The author takes no liability. This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities with real persons, living or dead, or past or present events are purely coincidental. Copyright 2002 Marcus W Pierce. All rights reserved. However, feedback is most welcome! Please take a moment and let me know what you think about this story. Please email MarcusWPierce@Hotmail.com. Thank you! ######################################################## Note: Should any one wish to provide digital photo's to match this story, the 'gag' referred to is a leather bar attached to two straps that fasten behind the head, hand-cuffs could be used to fix the wrists and ankles, and a 'D' ring bicycle lock could be used to secure the neck. The first two items can be obtained from any 'sex toys' supplier. Have fun (and let me know!), Marc Pierce.