From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Kidnapping (MF, rape-fantasy)[1/3] Date: 7 Jun 1996 18:02:09 GMT The Kidnapping by Mark and `Lissa 1986 Part One I The Fantasy "I've always fantasized about being kidnapped by a Mexican bandit," Melissa says one day as she and Mark are driving to lunch. It has been only a matter of a few months since the fateful conversation about bondage which has turned their old and comfortable friendship into a new and special relationship. "You remind me a lot of a Mexican bandit, you know. I've been trying to think of a Spanish nickname for you!" "Really?" Mark asks. "I always thought I looked more Italian, but if you say Mexican, how can I argue?" He pulls into the parking lot at a small, quiet restaurant on the west side of town. "You want me to kidnap you? We ought to be able to arrange that somehow." "Well, I really hadn't thought about actually DOING it," says Melissa, "It's just been a favorite fantasy." "I bet we could do it!" Mark exclaims. "My family will be gone out of town for two days week after next, on the twentieth. If you took that afternoon off from work, I could come by your house in the truck, tie you up and kidnap you over to my house where we could have some privacy for fun and games." "That SOUNDS easy, love, but they're building that new house next door to my place and there are workmen there all day. How are you going to kidnap me without them noticing?" Melissa grins. "It would be pretty awkward if the police stopped us halfway to your place and found me all trussed up in the back of the truck! Maybe we had better not try to make this real, I can keep on pretending about the kidnapping and enjoying my fantasy that way." "Now, look," Mark insists, "The two of us are bound to be smart enough to pull this off somehow. If I backed the truck down your driveway so the side door was away from the new house, and I took you out through the basement door, the truck would screen us from view and the workmen wouldn't see anything. Then I could cover you with a blanket so that if they looked in the truck as we were leaving, they wouldn't see anything. "Well, I don't know," Melissa says, "Let's think about it some more later. I've got to be back at work in an hour and I'm hungry. Let's go in and get lunch." II The Phone Call <Melissa is sitting in her office several days later, when the telephone rings. She answers:> "Hello, Melissa Flanders speaking." "Aiiee, Senora Meeleesa, thees ees the bandido calleeng... " "Bandido? Oh, my, I'd better close the door for this one!" <She crosses the room and closes the door to her office.> "You're not the bandido who has promised to kidnap me and take me to his hideout next week on the twentieth, are you?" "Eet ees indeed the same bandido, senora; eet weel not be safe for you to stay at your casa on that day." <Melissa laughs.> "You're really going to go through with it aren't you? What do I need to do?" "I do not onderstand, senora. You do not need to do anytheen. You have most certainly heard the small sounds of my men creepeeng around your casa each eveneeng, caseeng the joint for theese keednappeeng. Eet weel not be possible for you to escape." "Well, I don't think you ought to tie me up or blindfold me until after I get in the truck. In fact, I probably ought to do that myself while I'm under the blanket. When is this `keednappeeng' going to take place?" "You have a strange lack of feer, senora, about theese dreadful event, but I am sure that your attitude weel change around noon on the fateful day!" "Well, we'll see about that, bandido! You just bring on your men and see what happens. I hope they've paid their health insurance!" "Theese are brave wards, senora, but the day ees comeeng fast wheen you weel have to eet theem. Adios, Senora Meeleesa." "Adios, bandido, see you on the twentieth!" III The Other Phone Call <Melissa is sitting on the couch in her living room at home on the twentieth of the month. It is 11:30 A.M. when the phone rings. Melissa answers:> "Flanders residence. This is Melissa." "Aiiee, Meesus Flanders, theese ees Lieutenant Smeeth of the Poleece Deepartment. Wee have heard there are some very repreheensible characters lurkeeng around your neighborhood. We are sendeeng a trock to come take you to a safe place. You must not answer your telephone any more unteel the doorbell reengs. One of our offeecers weel come to take you to safetee." <Melissa laughs.> "Ok, Lieutenant, but don't you sound familiar? Are you related to a friend of mine who thinks he's a bandido?" "I am veree sorree, ladye, but I do not theenk so. I must go now, but remember, wee weel take good care of you." <Still laughing.> "Thank you officer, I'll remember." From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Kidnapping (MF, rape-fantasy)[2/3] Date: 7 Jun 1996 18:02:55 GMT The Kidnapping Part Two IV The Kidnapping Deciding exactly what to wear for this kidnapping has been somewhat of a problem for Melissa. She knows Mark likes her not to wear underwear when they meet to play together, but after all, this is supposed to be a kidnapping, and she would normally be wearing ordinary business woman regalia. On the other hand, no sense making things TOO hard, and the fun parts happen when the clothes are OFF, not on. Finally she compromises on the frontsnap bra she bought especially for Mark, and panties without pantyhose, under a button- front blouse and a wrap-around skirt. She is finished dressing and is nervously waiting in the game room downstairs for Mark to show up when she hears the "trock" backing down the driveway. She has left the back door open and when he walks in, she waits for him to shut the door, then runs over and throws her arms around his neck, stretching up for a long and passionate kiss. After one or two encores, Mark finally reaches up and pulls her arms down and around behind her back, crossing her wrists behind her, holding them in one of his hands while his other hand presses her hips tightly against his own. She can feel his excitement, and is disappointed when he pulls his lips away from hers. "Hey, `Lissa," he whispers, "This is supposed to be a kidnapping, remember? You're supposed to be fighting me, not raping me." "Mark, love, how can I fight? I just want to get naked with you as soon as possible." She squeezes his hand holding her hands behind her. "It feels so incredibly good when you hold me like this." "Well, I promised you a kidnapping and a kidnapping you'll get!" He picks up her purse and takes her by the arm. "The workmen are all sitting over at the side of the property eating lunch and can't see us. I left the door to the truck open, and I have a clean blanket for you to lie on and another to throw over you. Come on, now, let's get going." They walk briskly out to the truck and Melissa climbs in the side door and lies down on the floor. The old truck smells oily and the floor under the blanket is rough and dusty. Mark gives her the purse and covers her with a second blanket. "Remember, now, you're tied up and blindfolded and are being kidnapped to a hideout concealed somewhere in the center of the villa!" He climbs into the driver's seat and starts the truck. In a moment they are out of the driveway and out on the city streets, with a three mile drive ahead of them. V Arriving At The Hideout After an uneventful trip through the downtown, Mark backs the truck down his own driveway, stopping at the corner of the house so that the hedges behind the porch and at the neighbor's house will screen the truck and the basement door. Opening the side door to the truck, he pulls the covering blanket off of Melissa's body. She has blindfolded herself during the trip. She has also taken her panties off and stuffed them into her purse. He helps her sit up in the door of the truck and quickly ties her hands together behind her back with a soft length of nylon scarf. Grabbing her purse and putting his arm around her shoulders, he guides Melissa into the basement. She stumbles once or twice at the door thresholds, and seems unsteady when he leaves her inside for a moment while he closes up the truck and secures the basement door. When he takes her arm, she turns and presses herself against him, turning her blindfolded face up for a kiss. Mark kisses her and then turns her toward the stair leading up to the kitchen. VI The Problem With Kidnappings At the top of the stair, Mark makes Melissa stand while he unties her hands. From a small cloth bag, he takes several long, narrow nylon scarves and a handful of brass D-rings. Folding two scarves in half lengthwise and looping them through and back around two of the rings, he makes tie-on wristlets, which he secures on Melissa's wrists, putting the rings against the soft inner side of each wrist and looping the ends of the scarf around and around each wrist before tying them off at the back, opposite the rings. Pulling her hands behind her once again, he ties the rings together with the end of a piece of Dacron line, and ties the other end of the line as a tether to a nearby door handle. When he unbuttons Melissa's blouse and unsnaps her bra, she breathes very deeply, then shudders. He turns her face up with his hands and kisses her, but realizes something is not right. "What's the matter, `Lissa," he asks, "Frightened?" She leans against him, tugging slightly at her hands tethered to the door. "No, but I don't feel very good. It was pretty hot under the blanket in the truck and it smelled so oily and swayed a lot. I couldn't see +underu put me on the bed?" "Melissa," Mark says, hesitantly, "I'm not sure the bed will help. Every bed in the house is a waterbed, and they are NOT going to help you with motion sickness!" "Oh, no!" Melissa groans. "What kind of hideout is this, with nothing but waterbeds! Bandidos don't use waterbeds!" She thinks for a moment. "Look, I do need to lie down. Maybe if I can just lie on the floor and you can hold me tight for a few minutes." Mark unties the rings on Melissa's wrists and gets a throw pillow from the next room. He settles her on the floor and snuggles in beside her. "Hmmm," he says, "Not exactly what we had in mind, is it, love?" Melissa grins beneath her blindfold. "I'll bet real bandidos never had to worry about their kidnappees getting car sick. I'm sorry, love, I know you've tried to really make this a special time for me. Maybe I'll feel better in a minute." From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Kidnapping (MF, rape-fantasy)[3/3] Date: 7 Jun 1996 18:03:32 GMT The Kidnapping VII Making Love A little later, after a few very uncomfortable minutes, Melissa is sitting blindfolded on the floor in the bathroom wrapped in a blanket and leaning against the tub enclosure. Her blouse and bra are draped across a corner of the lavatory cabinet. Under the blanket, she is still wearing her skirt. "Mark," she whispers, "Don't you have a hide-a-bed sofa?" "Hey, I didn't think of that, `Lissa," says Mark, "That is one bed that won't make waves!" Melissa pouts, "A proper bandido would probably tie me to that bed in my present weakened condition and take advantage of my helpless body, don't you think?" Mark grins. "A proper bandido probably would, if he were really convinced you weren't going to toss your cookies all over him at the first bounce!" He reaches over and ruffles her hair. "Feeling better?" "A little. I like the way you did my wrists. Do you have something like that for my ankles?" "I do, as a matter of fact, senora." He gets up and comes back with two more scarves and rings. He places a ring over the arch of her foot and binds the scarf alternately behind her ankle and under her instep, passing both ends through the D-ring each time and finishing off with a knot behind her ankle. "How does that feel?" He tugs at the ring. "Mmmmm. Very soft, but firm, el bandido." Melissa stretches out her other foot. "Are you going to do the other one?" After attaching a ring to her other foot, Mark pulls Melissa to her feet and unwraps her from the blanket. She shivers a bit as he loops a piece of Dacron rope behind her back, under her arms, and back over her shoulders. Placing her arms behind her back, he threads both free ends of the rope through the rings on her wrists and draws the rope tight, pulling her hands up behind her to her shoulder blades, and then ties the line off at the rings. Pulling her back against him, he reaches around and strokes her breasts with his hands. "Oh, bandido," Melissa sighs, "I'm afraid you have me at a rather serious disadvantage." She tries to grab at Mark's shirt with her bound hands, but he grins and backs away, then marches her down the hall to the living room. Stripping off her skirt, he sits her in a chair and ties her ankle rings together. It takes only a few minutes for Mark to open the sofa and tuck the sheets neatly in at the edges. Picking Melissa up from the chair, he lays her down face-up on the mattress, unties her ankles and attaches a longer piece of Dacron line to the ring on her left ankle. This rope he threads through the bed frame mechanism at the foot of the bed to her left, across the bottom of the bed, through the bed frame at her right and back through the ring attached to her right ankle. A firm tug on the free end stretches her legs apart and he ties the rope firmly to her right ankle ring. Melissa begins breathing quickly in anticipation of the coming pleasure as Mark begins to undress. Once he is naked, he sits on the bed and strokes Melissa's legs and body, enjoying the sounds of pleasure that she makes as she strains her arms and legs against the bonds, and the gasps when his hand moves between her outspread legs. She orgasms as he rolls over onto her body and enters her, and comes again a moment later as he takes his own pleasure. Later, he ties her hands to the bed frame above her head and makes love with her once again. VII Back To Real Life "Hey, bandido," Melissa sighs, "Some keednappeeng... " Released from her bonds, she seems to be floating just above the floor. Mark grins, enjoying the rare opportunity to watch Melissa dress herself, delighting particularly in the vision of Melissa tucking her breasts into her bra. "I definitely agree, senora," Mark replies, "But I think I had better not take you home in the truck." "No, I think I'll be okay," Melissa says, "Once we leave your neighborhood, I'll get up and ride `shotgun'. I'll be okay sitting up in fresh air." "Hey, `Lissa, I wish we didn't have to stop. I'd like to keep you here with me for a few years." Melissa finishes buttoning her blouse and tying her skirt. She walks over to Mark, putting her arms behind her back and crossing hers wrists as she reaches him. She turns her face up for a kiss. "We'll have years, Mark. After the miracle of you and me finding each other, years are the easy part." She grips his hand as he reaches behind her to hold her wrists. "I love you." "You're a hard woman to walk away from, `Lissa," Mark sighs, as he holds Melissa in a bear hug. "But, you're right. Too much candy makes for bellyaches. You're a sweet lady, and I love you, too. We'll have to do this again someday, though; WITHOUT the car sickness!" "Thanks for the kidnapping, love." She leans against him for a moment, then reaches down and picks up her purse. "Let's go, bandido!" In just a few minutes, Mark and Melissa are back in the "real" world, just two more ordinary people riding an ordinary truck through an ordinary city, but sharing very unordinary memories of a very trustful and extraordinarily pleasurable friendship.