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Taken
by Fergison01 (address withheld)

***

A middle-aged trophy wife is kidnapped and held for 
ransom, but when her abductors begin using her for 
their own sexual gratification, her frequent 
engagements in rape fantasies create an erotic mental 
struggle between resistance and letting go. (MMF, FF-
bi, nc, rp, oral, anal, bd)

***

Lisa felt so rejuvenated. After spending all day at 
the spa getting the full treatment (hair, manicure, 
pedicure, massage, and full body waxing), she arrived 
home already picking out what she was going to wear in 
her mind. Today was their 20th Anniversary. As she 
entered the house, the sweet aroma of fresh roses 
filled the room. Her husband had them delivered that 
morning, two dozen for every room of the house. She 
hadn't even realized their mansion had 28 rooms until 
this morning. He was so romantic, she thought as her 
mind wondered back on all the wonderful times she and 
her husband had had over the years. Sure he had to 
work a lot, but being a corporate executive for one of 
the largest firms in the US sure had its benefits.

Her husband had told her he had planned an immaculate 
evening for the two of them. She could only imagine 
what that would be. She was hoping for an evening out 
at the opera, or maybe the theater. Would he take her 
to the country club for dinner tonight? Maybe he would 
rent a stretch limousine? She had always been cradled 
in the lap of luxury, but never stopped appreciating 
the finer things in life that money can buy, as well 
as the ones that it can't.

She laid her sexy black mini dress on the bed and went 
to the dresser, picking out matching undergarments and 
jewelry to accent her ensemble. She slid a sleek pair 
of black hose up her long legs. She slid her husband's 
favorite black lace bustier over her head and attached 
the hose to the garter straps and then slid her 
favorite little black dress or her head. She stood in 
front of the mirror, applying her makeup as she 
admired herself in the mirror. 

For a woman of nearly 40 years, she still had an 
amazing body. Sure the personal trainer helped, but 
she still had to put in all that time at the gym. She 
knew her husband's money could buy him any woman he 
desired, and staying in shape was the best way to keep 
him from straying. At 5'6" and a mere 102lbs, she had 
clearly done her job. Dr. Lincoln had done the rest, 
and she owed her perky 34C's to him.

Lisa completed her look with a diamond necklace, 2 
carat diamond earrings, and of course, her beloved 
wedding ring. She kissed it as she slipped it on her 
finger and walked down the stairs, knowing her husband 
would soon be home and wanting to greet him at the 
door. She again began to wonder what surprises he may 
have for her. Maybe he'd fly her to Europe for a week 
like he did for their 10th Anniversary. "Where is that 
passport?" she thought to herself as she got to the 
base of the stairs.

As she turned the corner to enter the kitchen she was 
startled by three men, all wearing ski masks. As one 
of them held the cold barrel of a gun to her temple, 
she knew she was in trouble. The other two bound her 
wrists and ankles together with rope, blindfolded her, 
and secured a large ball gag in her mouth. Her heart 
raced with fear, wondering what these men wanted with 
her. "Do as you're told and you'll be back to your 
sweet life before you know it," she was told as she 
was pushed into a car. "As long as her husband does as 
he's told," she heard another one add. "Surely with 
all his wealth, he won't mind chalking up a couple of 
million for a sexy trophy wife like you."

Lisa knew they had that kind of wealth, but in the 
dark recesses of her mind she wondered if she was 
worth it. Over the years, she had seen her friends 
traded in by their husbands one by one. Her husband 
had always remained faithful and devoted to her, but 
would he be willing to give up so much for the chance 
of keeping her? She knew that even if he paid the 
ransom, there was a chance they would kill her anyway. 
Still, she had to hold on to the hope that all would 
work out well in the end.

As the car sped away, Lisa thought back to a favorite 
movie she had watched last week. She began to count 
the seconds. She got up to five minutes and eighteen 
seconds before she felt the car turn violently to the 
right. We must be traveling fast, 60 maybe 70 miles 
per hour, she thought. We must be on Highway 71 then. 
She continued counting, marking each and every turn. 
She heard the loud roar of a plane overhead and 
realized she must be near the airport. As the car 
continued, she felt it slow and roll over a series of 
bumps. 

"Ah, a railroad track," she thought to herself, but 
then became thoroughly confused as there were no train 
tracks anywhere near where she felt she must be. After 
over an hour and at least 30 turns, the order of which 
Lisa knew she'd never remember, the car came to a 
halt. She felt dejected and helpless, having no clue 
where she was or if she would ever see her beloved 
husband again.

Lisa felt herself being thrown over someone's 
shoulders and carried about like a sack of potatoes. 
She felt tree branches and leaves slapping at her 
skin. The fear of being taken in to the woods and 
buried alive overtook her. But then she heard his 
boots, yes they must be boots, against the concrete 
followed by seven steps. She felt him open a door and 
heard his footsteps on the floor, at least comforting 
her that she wasn't going to be buried. More stairs. 
How many? Did it really matter? 

She had no idea where she was, but felt relieved 
somewhat when she was laid down on a large bed and 
heard his boots exiting the room. The unmistakable 
smell of lavender filled the air. She was proud that 
she recognized the fragrance, but what good would it 
do her? "Yes officer, I was taken to a house with 27 
steps that smelled of lavender." They'd be sure to 
know exactly where that was.

Lisa was almost asleep when she heard the door open. 
Her heart raced in fear as she heard footsteps 
approaching the bed, and felt the bed shake as he sat 
down beside her. He didn't say anything but she knew 
it was a man from his subtle cologne. She could feel 
his eyes upon her and wished she could hide herself 
from his view, wished she was invisible. 

It seemed an eternity before she felt his warm hand 
slide up her leg. She felt repulsed, yet paralyzed 
with fear. His hand continued up the back of her 
thigh, over her sleek mini dress along the gentle 
curves of her hips, up her slender arms, her shoulder, 
and her sleek neck to her tender cheek. 

She felt him lean down, kissing her face, licking it. 
Lisa felt sick to her stomach, ready to throw up and 
wished the ball gag had been removed, if not so that 
she could scream, at least so that she wouldn't have 
to swallow or choke on anything that came up. "Your 
husband may or may not cough up the money, but either 
way, I'm going to enjoy this," she heard him whisper 
into her ear. As his hand moved between her legs, Lisa 
finally found the strength to resist. She clamped her 
thighs together, preventing him from gaining access to 
what he desired most.

Despite her resistance, he was not to be denied. He 
pulled her legs to the corner of the bed and tied her 
left foot to the bedpost. He then unbound her legs and 
secured the right foot to the other bedpost. She felt 
the cold steel of a knife against her skin as it 
forcefully cut through her slinky black mini, and 
again through her bustier. Although Lisa gave him 
quite a struggle, she eventually found herself on her 
stomach, her legs spread wide, wearing only a pair of 
hose, and bound in place to be used as he desired.

Once again, she felt his disgusting hands on her 
tender flesh, now caressing her inner thighs. Without 
her opposition, he felt no need to rush matters, 
taking his time enjoying her beautiful body. For once, 
Lisa wished she had worn panties as she felt the sides 
of his finger touching the tender flesh of her labia. 
His touches were so gentle, so tender, that Lisa's 
body could not help but betray her. As her pussy 
moistened, Lisa cringed. She hated that his gentle 
caresses were having such an impact on her, and as her 
body took over, she felt her hips slowly bucking 
against his fondling fingers. 

Her dampening labia and gyrating pelvis did not go 
unnoticed. Encouraged, he continued manipulating her, 
gradually increasing his speed and force until Lisa 
found her pussy quivering, grinding her clitoris 
against his hand until an overwhelming orgasm swept 
through her. He continued massaging her, riding her 
through her orgasm as he positioned his body on top of 
her, and slowly eased his cock inside her. 

Fear overtook her once again. Never in her 20 years of 
marriage had she given herself to another man, yet 
here one was violating her. She found herself not only 
fighting him, which was pointless given her position, 
but fighting her own emotions and urges. On one hand, 
he felt so wonderful. He filled her so deliciously and 
her body wanted him, needed him. On the other hand, 
she shouldn't want it. He was raping her, and that was 
wrong, oh so deliciously wrong. 

Helpless, Lisa felt her body being ravaged, her 
abductor's cock ramming inside of her. He was bigger 
than her husband, of that she was sure, and she could 
feel him reaching places, even in this position, that 
her husband never could. She bucked back against him, 
meeting each of his thrust with her own. She knew what 
she was doing was wrong, but was beyond the point of 
caring. 

She despised the ball gag still in her mouth. She 
wanted it out so she could tell him to fuck her 
harder, to tell him to fill her up with his hot cum. 
Lust had overcome her. She found knowing this 
nameless, faceless man was fucking her filled her with 
a passion, a yearning that she so desperately wanted. 
He was no longer raping her; he was fucking her, with 
her absolute consent. 

Lisa was now one with him. She could feel every inch 
of him and knew he was approaching orgasm. Her senses 
were so heightened she could even feel his testicles 
rising up against the skin on her ass, even at the 
pace at which he was hammering away inside her. She 
moaned through the ball gag as she felt his final 
thrust, pushing his cock as deep inside her as he 
could, her ass pushing back to make sure it did. 

As he pulsated inside her, she could feel his hot cum 
coating her walls, which gave her all the permission 
she needed to allow her own orgasm to sweep through 
her. She felt the electrical tingles course through 
her, through her nipples, her clitoris, even her hair. 
She felt so full... until he pulled out, leaving her 
alone once again on the bed.

Lisa wept. She was unsure why she was crying, but she 
couldn't stop. Part of her didn't want him to go, 
wanted him to stay there, to hold her, caress her, and 
cuddle her. Still, with her lust now satiated, at 
least partly, the guilt returned. She was ashamed that 
she was unable to control her lust, that she not only 
let another man have her, but gave herself willingly 
to him. 

It wasn't something she didn't already know about 
herself. For years, Lisa had fantasized about being 
raped. When she found herself alone at night, she 
frequently read erotic stories, particularly enjoying 
ones on home invasions and kidnapping. She also 
enjoyed fantasies involving strangers and often 
imagined strangers taking her from behind when she 
masturbated. 

She had even involved her husband, who so generously 
indulged her fantasies, roleplaying with her as an 
abductor or a stranger. And while she enjoyed when her 
husband tenderly made love to her, her biggest orgasms 
always came when he was fucking her as hard and as 
fast as he could. She knew her body had only reacted 
as it had to her fantasies, but they were just 
fantasies, weren't they?

Lisa was still crying, feeling so confused when she 
heard footsteps approaching her again. Her body tensed 
and she kicked and bucked as much as she could, even 
if part of her wanted her anonymous lover to return. 
Or was it rapist. She was so confused. He had raped 
her. If he didn't touch her without her consent, she 
never would have let him. But then she did want it. 
But did she still?

Lisa felt the bed move again, but knew it wasn't him 
right away. The mattress didn't shift enough for it to 
be him, and the smell of his cologne was replaced by 
the sweet smell of Passion. She knew the scent well; 
it was one of her husband's favorites even if it was a 
rather cheap perfume. Then she felt the gentle touch 
on her back, confirming what she already knew. Her new 
visitor was a woman. And something else was different. 
The caresses on her back were not sexual. They were 
comforting. They were compassionate.

"It's okay, let it out," she heard in a soft, 
sympathetic tone. 

Lisa's vigorous sobs quickly subsided into broken 
whimpers. The woman leaned down beside her and 
whispered softly into Lisa's ear. "It's okay to enjoy 
it. It doesn't make you bad, just a highly sensual 
woman." Lisa let the words sink in. Someone else knew 
how she felt, what she was debating in her mind. How 
could she know? Oh, yes! Because she's a woman. "It 
felt wonderful, didn't it?" Lisa didn't respond 
initially, but after a few seconds, she felt herself 
nodding. "He is a magnificent lover. I should know. 
He's my husband."

Those words reignited the passion that had been 
reduced to mere ashes. "Her husband!" Lisa thought to 
herself. Not only had she just given herself to a 
stranger, to a man that had been raping her, but her 
eagerness had been witnessed, not by just anyone, but 
by her rapist's own wife. Furthermore, she had just 
admitted to her how wonderful it felt—he felt, her 
husband felt. As her lust returned, so did her 
heightened senses. Lisa became keenly aware that the 
woman whispering in here ear was also naked, her 
hardened nipples pressing into her back.

Lisa felt the strap of the ball gag being removed. 
"That's better," she heard the woman say as if talking 
to herself. Relieved, Lisa wiped her face across the 
bed sheets, both to wipe away all the excess drool and 
to restore the sensation she had lost to her lips and 
cheeks. "Thank you," she muttered. 

"No. Thank you," she heard in response. "That was very 
erotic watching you." Her voice sounded so young, so 
sensual. Lisa felt the woman's hand slide across her 
ass and between her legs, playing in the semen that 
seemed to be pouring out of her. She heard the woman's 
breaths deepen, and felt her nipples pressing harder 
into her back with each breath. Lisa felt the woman's 
long hair cascading on her shoulder as she leaned in, 
licking Lisa's ear, sucking it, and nibbling it. And 
as the woman's tongue trailed down the small of Lisa's 
back, Lisa felt herself overwhelmed by passion and 
lust in anticipation.

It seemed an eternity before she felt the cheeks of 
her ass being spread and the rough texture of a tongue 
licking up her slit. "Oh fuck! Oh, God yes!" Lisa 
heard in a long guttural moan before realizing that 
those words were emanating from her own lips, the ball 
gag now removed. 

Lisa had never been with a woman, not that she had 
never fantasized about it, but she wanted nothing more 
than to feel this woman tasting her, devouring the 
evidence her husband had left in her. It wasn't that 
she wanted to sanitize the crime scene. On the 
contrary, it was just the pure animalistic feeling of 
having this woman eating her husband's cum out of her.

Every ounce of resistance had evaporated. Lisa knew 
she shouldn't feel this way. She knew any normal 
person would be mortified by the situation. Now she 
accepted it, even embraced it. She welcomed that she 
wasn't normal. And she realized that all those 
inhibitions she felt before were merely keeping her 
from enjoying the pleasures she so desperately 
desired. Yes, every ounce of resistance was gone. Lisa 
didn't want to fight anymore. She didn't want to fight 
her abductors, and she didn't want to fight her own 
emotions and desires. She knew that, and so did the 
woman who was so graciously exploring her body.

The woman smiled down at Lisa. "Do you want me to 
untie you?" she asked. Lisa nodded. "Why?" the woman 
inquired. "Because I want to make love to you. I want 
to touch you, caress you, feel your body against 
mine," Lisa responded. 

"Promise you won't try to remove your blindfold? We 
can never take the risk of being identified. Two 
million dollars won't do us any good in prison." 

"I don't want to see your faces." Lisa replied, 
knowing that her lovers' anonymity was a huge thrill. 
If she survived this, she knew she could be standing 
beside her abductors, her lovers, at any time, in the 
mall, at the bank, even invite them into her home, and 
never know. 

A flood of emotions came over her as Lisa felt her 
restraints being removed. As the woman pulled Lisa's 
shoulder to roll her over, Lisa attacked. She pulled 
the woman down on top of her, feeling her thighs wrap 
around the woman's leg. Lisa bit down on the woman's 
shoulder, just hard enough to leave impressions. As 
she licked her way up her neck, Lisa ground her pussy 
against the woman's thigh. She could still smell the 
hint of Passion on her neck, but it paled in 
comparison to the overpowering musk of her own passion 
that permeated the room.

As their lips met, Lisa rolled on top of her lover, 
still grinding against her, their tongues intertwined 
in a passionate embrace. Lisa was now taking control 
of her captor. With tiny kisses, she slithered down 
her body, exploring blindly as she advanced. Her 
nipples--so hard, like pencil erasers, surrounded by 
little bumps on her areola. Her breasts--so full and 
perky. 

Even as she lay on her back they stood upright, and 
Lisa was sure from the texture they were natural. "C-
cup", Lisa thought, "just like mine." Her stomach was 
so tight that Lisa could feel her rippling muscles 
even with her tender kisses. Her navel, an innie. Lisa 
had never given a woman's belly button much 
consideration, but as she darted her tongue inside it, 
exploring it and picturing it in her mind, Lisa found 
it very erotic.

Lisa found herself once again torn. On one hand, she 
loved taking her time, teasing her new lover, teasing 
herself. She wanted to take her time exploring every 
inch of her body, experiencing the different textures, 
smells, and even flavors her body had to offer. On the 
other were a heat and an aroma that lured her like a 
cookie jar entices a child, hastening her descent to 
her ultimate prize.

She felt the smooth, rubbery texture of her labia 
against her tongue. There was not a single pubic hair, 
not even a hint of stubble. "Freshly waxed," Lisa 
thought to herself, "she could have been sitting next 
to me in the spa today and I wouldn't have even 
noticed." That thought sent an amorous chill down her 
spine, as Lisa searched through the folds for her 
button. Finding it, she circled it with her tongue, 
gently and slowly, occasionally flicking her tongue 
across it. 

Lisa's efforts were rewarded by a steady stream of 
juices flowing from her lover, saturating the sheets 
under her. She wrapped her lips around it, sucking her 
clit between them, as she felt her lover bucking 
against her and heard her unmistakable cries of 
pleasure.

Lisa knew she was close to cumming and she wanted it. 
She wanted to feel her body shaking because of her 
manipulations, to smell her sex, to taste it. She 
wanted to feel her sticky juices all over her face. 
When she bit down gently, using her lips as a buffer, 
Lisa felt her lover's hands in her hair, pulling her 
face into her, her fingers gripping and pulling her 
hairs that seemed liked puppet strings all tied to 
Lisa's clitoris. 

As the woman came in Lisa's mouth, so too did Lisa, 
her pussy not even touched, pouring juices down her 
thighs. Even as their orgasms subsided, Lisa could not 
stop. She continued to sample the succulent nectar 
pouring from her lover. She kissed her way back up her 
lover's body, kissing her deeply.

She was so engrossed with her lover that Lisa didn't 
even notice that they had company until she felt the 
bed move and warm kisses between her shoulder blades. 
She felt her lover shimmy from under her and roll out 
of the bed and felt reluctant to let her go. As she 
felt the bed move again, Lisa thought she had returned 
until she felt the familiar sensations of a hard cock 
pressing against her lips.

Lisa had never felt so wild and uninhibited. Her mouth 
opened without even a though as she took him into her 
mouth. "Oh, such a beautiful cock," Lisa thought. It 
didn't matter that she couldn't see it, she could feel 
it. Without her vision, her tongue and lips became her 
eyes, sensing every detail. She could feel every 
ridge, every vein. And she made sure she felt every 
single one, taking him fully into her mouth until her 
lips touched his balls. She could smell his sweet musk 
that radiated from them. And as she withdrew, she 
marveled and the delightful taste and texture his 
precum produced.

She had nearly forgotten about the man behind her 
until he gripped her hips and rammed his cock inside 
her. It was such a wonderful pleasure being filled in 
both ends. She felt his strong hands and fingernails 
dig into her deliciously as he pulled her to and fro 
to meet each of his powerful thrusts. With each one, 
Lisa's mouth was propelled forward onto her other 
lover's magnificent cock which she eagerly and 
greedily accepted. She welcomed the hands in her hair, 
pulling her body as if in glorious tug of war between 
her lovers. 

Lisa almost begged when they stopped, almost pulling 
away from her simultaneously. "They haven't cum, why 
did the stop?" Lisa wondered. She was relieved by one 
of her lovers sliding under her as she straddled his 
hips and lowered herself onto his cock. She purred as 
she felt the other kneeling behind her and position 
the head of his cock against her asshole. She felt 
herself open as he pushed into her. As both men began 
pistoning away inside of her, she leaned forward, 
kissing her lover passionately. She wanted him, wanted 
them both, and she wanted them to know it. She wanted 
them to know just how much she loved the passion they 
were awakening inside her.

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fill me with your hot cum, 
both of you. Fuck me and fuck me again." She heard 
herself screaming, the words meant not only to 
stimulate her lovers, but to intensify her own lust, 
both by saying them and by hearing herself say them. 
They definitely produced their desired effect. She 
felt both men push deep inside her, pulsating, filling 
her completely. As Lisa's pussy spasmed, gripping her 
lovers' cocks, she let out a guttural cry signaling 
her own impending orgasm.

Lisa didn't know how long she slept, all she knew was 
she was finally satiated. She lay on the bed 
exhausted, still untied, wearing only a blindfold. 
When she felt another hand on her back, she groaned. 
"Please, no more. Not right now. I'm so tired. Just 
let me rest a couple of hours, and I will do anything 
you want." Just getting those words out seemed to tap 
Lisa of all her remaining strength. Still, his 
caresses didn't stop. He continued to rub her back, 
but Lisa didn't mind. It was comforting.

"Sleep all you want, my love." Suddenly Lisa's body 
was rejuvenated. She bolted upright, removing the 
blindfold. "You son of a bitch," she smiled and then 
kissed him. "How in the hell?" Lisa asked completely 
puzzled. After her eyes had adjusted to the light, she 
realized she was in her own bedroom staring at her 
wonderful husband. 

"It wasn't easy," he responded. "I've been planning it 
for over a year now. The hardest part was finding 
people to help me that I could trust. Well that, and 
keeping you from realizing it was me."

"I thought I was 100 miles from here. There aren't any 
railroad tracks around here. And all the trees, we 
don't have any forests around our house."

"I had them take you out near the airport and drive 
around the parking lots for an hour. You're such an 
intelligent woman; I knew if they drove around the 
block a couple of times, you'd figure it out for sure. 
I even had a fake railroad crossing made with a few 
2x4's to throw you off. We parked down the street and 
used a few tree clipping to give the impression you 
were in the woods. 

"I even had all the roses delivered to make the house 
smell like a rose garden before, then while you were 
out driving around, I had them all removed and put 
lavender oil down to throw you off. I just know how 
much the abduction fantasies turn you on, and I wanted 
it to be as real for you as I could. I hope it wasn't 
too real."

"It was wonderful. But I do need something to eat. 
You've given me such a wonderful anniversary present, 
and I'm going to need my strength to give you yours," 
Lisa smiled.

As they walked down the stairs, Lisa counted. "Yep, 
twenty-seven," Lisa smiled to herself. "It's amazing 
all the little things you don't even notice until your 
eyes are closed."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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