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From: ca702@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Bryan Socha)
Date: 27 Sep 1993 09:19:33 GMT
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Subject: First attempts...
This was written by a friend of mine, please send all comments
to myself and I will give her the messages and send u replies..
Mail to: Warpath@onix.com or ca702@cleveland.freenet.edu
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Kidnap.txt
KIDNAPPED
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Story by: Lestat
Now kidnappings have been taking place since time began.
There are several cases of more indepth kidnappings. Some
including scenes and events that would shock the average man. But
no kidnapping has ever come close to reaching the peaks of the
imagination as this one has. I warn you in advance, the
descriptions are very vivid, and the events are mindblowing. Please
be forewarned.
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Andrea was a lovely 18 year old female. She had silky long
blonde hair that she wisked behind her ears. She had bright blue
eyes and a kind and gentle smile. Her body was in top physical
shape, her legs muscular, her waistline slim, her hips narrow.
She resided in a small suburban town, somewhere east of New York
City. She loved to talk long walks in the forests and parks of
Upstate New York during the spring and fall. It was on one of
those walks that she met Peter and Shelly.
Peter and Shelly were a quiet attractive married couple that
frequented the paths that Andrea so loved to follow behind a park
about 5 miles from her home. They had been married for a little
over a year, and seemed very happy together. Perhaps that was the
first thing that attracted Andrea to them.
Peter was a well built man of 25, with short dark hair and
deep brown eyes. His wife was slighlty heavier with long, dark
brown, wavy hair and the same perceptive brown eyes.
After several meetings during the spring time, and many more
during the following summer, Andrea, Peter and Shelly had become
very good friends. They spent hours talking about any topic they
saw fit, after about 5 months the conversations became more
revealing and more personal. They then expanded their
conversations to cover realtionships, emotions, and finally sex.
One lazy summer afternoon, the three sat out on a blanket in
the center of a large field. They had planned a picnic and the
weather had fit perfectly. After a large lunch, the settled down
to discuss each others problems and feelings (Which had become a
great conversational piece as of late).
They were so involved in their own little world they didn't
hear the rustling in the high
grass behind them. All of a sudden a hand clasped over Peter's
smiling mouth. Shelly screamed in dismay as Andrea's panicked
shreaks soon joined her.
A large burly man of about 30 some years stood before them.
Dirt and grime covered his clothes and face, and thick scruff ran
rampant over his upper lip and chin. Just then two other men came
up behind the women, tied gags around their screaming mouths, and
proceeded to tie them up. The burly man, George as the other two
called him, began to tie Peter's hands behind his back and then
gagged him the same as his female companions. The two women were
sedated with hypodermic needles, and Peter was clocked over the
head. Their three limp unconcious bodies were dragged down a
hidden path and lifted into the back of a run down pickup truck.
Andrea was the first to awaken. She gasped as she saw her
dearest friends out cold on the floor in front of her. She
stopped for a second to survey her surroundings. She sat in the
center of a large white room. There were no doors, no windows,
and the only pieces of furniture were a small toilet and sink off
to one corner and a large bed against the opposite wall. There
was a grate in the celing, but the celing was atleast 30 feet
above the floor.
She took one last glance before hurrying over to help revive
her friends. She knelt next to Peter, shook him lightly and
slapped his cheek to try and awaken him. As his eyes slowly
lifted open, she felt a wave of relief. The both of them together
went to tend to Shelly, who was already regaining consciousness.
The couple sat in awe at their surroundings. They took in
every aspect of their predicament. A slight smile lit up
Shelly's face as she nudged Peter. He shrugged her off and got to
his feet to take a better look at the furnishings of the room.
"There is no way out of here," he sighed, "no way at all."
Shelly's smile faded as she realized they really were in more
serious trouble than she had previously though. "Our first step
should be to atleast clean up, that way we have clearer heads,
maybe it will help us think of SOME way out of this mess." said
Peter. Andrea began to sob quietly, Shelly was quick to her side
to comfort her and try and give her hope that they would find a
way out. "For now let's follow Peter's advice." She spoke softly.
Peter started walk over to the sink. He turned on the faucet and
cool clean water ran into the drain. "Atleast we have running
water," he said relieved. He began to wash his hands and face and
then pulled his shirt off. He ran it under the water and tried to
clean some of the dirt off of it. Andrea stared stupified at his
bulging arms and chest, only a nudge from Shelly was able to
awake her. Both women stood up and began to follow the routine
Peter had set for them.
Soon all three were sitting on the bed in just their
underwear, their clean but damn clothing layed out on the floor
to dry. Peter was right, they all did feel a little bit better,
but the situation still wasnt a good one. "What are we going to
do about food?" whined Andrea. "I'm not sure yet, maybe whoever
those men are that took us here will see to that, otherwise I just
dont know.." he replied. The women sighed.
To keep thier minds off their current situation, the three
tried to once again engage in their previous conversation. They
were able to keep their sprirts up somewhat, the vision of rescue
still gave some hope.
Soon the three began to grow tired. They all settled down
into the bed, that was unbelievably very comfortable, and soon
fell into restless sleep.
Peter was the first one to awaken. The inital shock of his
surroundings caught him off guard, but the smell of food calmed
his nerves very quickly. He looked down and on the floor next to
the bed was a tray of bagels and butter, some peanut butter, a
loaf of bread and liter of soda. Excited, he woke up the other
two to show them that atleast they had food to eat. They awoke and
rubbed the sleep from their eyes. They almost jumped at the food
the second they spotted it. "No wait," Peter spoke up, "We have
to ration this to last a while, or atleast the rest of the day,
we're not sure when they're going to feed us again, if they do."
They each ate 1/2 of a bagel and sipped from the soda." They all
felt much better after eating, atleast until the dismalness if
their situation once again set in.
Days passed. Every morning a new tray of food was put in
place of the empty one, atleast the kidnappers had some sort of
compassion. The only thing that passed the hours was their
conversation that grew more and more personal. the conversation
took a strange twist one day when Shelly admitted she had always
had a secret desire to share her husband with another woman.
Andrea looked up at her with astonishment, Shelly blushed and
Peter's face lit up. The thoughts of two women excited him. Even
in these surroundings, he couldnt help but be slightly turned on
by the idea.
Andrea pondered the idea of being with another woman, the
thought had never really passed through her mind, it scared and
excited her at the same time. Shelly looked her over her friend,
who was deep in though, and smiled. She leaned over quickly and
kissed Andrea on the lips. Surprised and excited at the same
time, Andrea returned the kiss. Peter at this time was having a
hard time controlling his excitement. The bulge in his pants
began to show more and more.
Shelly, intwined with the passion of having one of her most
desired fantasies come true, slipped her hand up underneath
Andrea's shirt and bra. She began to flick and tweak her nipples.
Andrea moaned with pleasure. She returned the favor, and began to
pinch and squeeze Shelly's large erect nipples between her thumb
and forefinger. They stopped just long enough to remove their
shirts, and then continued on.
At this time, Peter was finding it hard not to join in the
festivities. His hard cock pressed firmly against the zipper of
his pants. Shelly looked up and noticed her husbands 'problem'
and was quick to resolve it. She thrust her hand into his pants
and began jerking him off. He moaned in extasy. Shelly's other
hand traced down Andrea's breasts, down her flat belly, and under
her waitsband where she could already feel the moistness of her
panties. "Get naked" she panted at Andrea.
Andrea, who was so ready to be taken, efortlessly tugged
away at her shorts and wet panties. As the cool air touched her
wet, juicy mound, she moaned in pleasure. Her beautifully trimmed
muff of pubic hair, her perfect 'lips', her erect clit. Shelly
couldn't control herself, she slid three fingers into Andrea's
awaiting hole, thrusting them and in out as her female lover
screamed and grunted in passion. Andrea's juices flowing down her
hand, her tight muscles relaxing and tensing around her fingers.
Peter began to moan at the sight of this beautiful young
maiden and his cherished wife in a passionate embrace. Shelly's
fingers still wrapped around his hot pulsing tool, he began to
remove her skirt and panties. His fingers slid efortlessly into
her dripping wet snatch. She screamed and moaned, drowning out
all the other sounds around her. He grabbed hold of her, pulling
her away from Andrea, who was on the verge of orgasm. He pushed
her to the bed and jumped on top of her, holding her hands to the
matress. With one thrust he had all 8 inches of his rock hard
cock deep within her wet sloppy pussy. His perfect leg muscles
flexing as he fucked her hard and fast. His balls bounding off
the crack of her ass.
Andrea was too close to orgasm to stop, she began to finger
her pussy and rub her clit. Little shock waves running through
her, bringing her closer and closer. Shelly reached out and
grabbed her, forcing her to squat over her face. She stuck her
tounge into Andrea's hole and began to nibble and suck, flicking
her tounge in and out of her hole, over her clit and then biting
lightly on her 'lips'. Andrea screamed like a caged animal, she
was approaching orgasm at lightning speed. Just then Peter got off
of Shelly and thrust his rock hard dick into Andrea's cunt. She
bucked like a wild horse, moaning and screaming like a wild
animal, her juices flowing over her inner thighs and his swollen
balls. She felt his love muscle pound at the back of her twat,
she felt his pelvic bone rub roughly against her erect throbbing
clit. She heard Shelly begin to moan, opened her eyes for a
second only to see Peter's face buried in her juicy twat, her
juices flowing down the sides of his mouth and down his chin.
The sight was too much to bear, her twat was throbbing
uncontrollably, her muscles tightened, her eyes rolled back,
every part of her body shook as she reached the most incredible
orgasm she had ever experienced. Her cunt throbbed as waves and
waves of orgasmic pleasure swept over her entire body. Peter let
out a low rumbling moan as she felt the muscles in his hard cock
began to pulsate. His hot cum shot through her, filling her up
and dripping down her inner thighs and down her ass. She screamed
and writhed with the pleasure of his orgasm combining with hers.
Shelly began to grunt and squeal as she was embraced by her own
orgasmic pleasure, her juices pouring over her husbands face,
dripping down his chin and neck. The scent of her musk combined
with the sweat from their spent bodies filled the air. They all
collapsed onto the bed. They stayed in each others arms until
dusk, kissing, caressing, until they fell into a the most
peaceful and relaxed sleep they had managed to obtain since they had been
captured.
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The three lovers were never seen again, whether they were
set free, escaped, or remain in that room is unknown. One thing
is certain, a kidnapping has never reached these peaks before.
And somehow, I doubt it ever will.
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THE END
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