Calista's Abduction

Callista's Ordeal 1

The street was a tunnel of darkness. Under the big lilac bushes that overhung the sidewalk it was darker still, making little caves of inky blackness in which nothing could be seen. I watched her as she walked from one of these deep shadows to another, disappearing and then reappearing under the feeble glow of the few street lights. She was coming back from the library, right on schedule, six minutes after closing time.

She walked with her head high, her pace steady, neither too slow nor too fast. She was wearing a gray skirt and a white blouse. I knew that blouse. I'd seen her in it before, on our one date. It was tight, too tight around her luscious breasts, and my hand had crushed the fabric as I squeezed her in my passion and made her moan. I'd found her nipples beneath that blouse and beneath the sheer bra she'd worn, and I'd taken that between my fingers and squeezed, and Alicia had arched her back up to me and closed her eyes in masochistic pleasure. I could remember feel the weight of her tit in my hand even now as I watched her walk, and the deep shudder as she pressed her body against me.

That had been our one date, and that had been as far as she'd let me go, but the way she'd gasped and shuddered when I squeezed her nipple had told me all I needed to know about Alicia. She'd liked it like that, and despite her protests and the way she'd suddenly pulled herself together and pushed me away, deep down she'd wanted it. She'd wanted that and more.

She was close enough now so I could see her face and hear the sharp click of her heels on the sidewalk. Her blonde hair was piled on her head and she was dressed for something. I wondered if she'd had a date, some boy she'd met at the library, someone she wanted to look good for. But if so, why wasn't she with him now? Why was she walking alone, walking home on this dark street where a certain man was waiting for her, dangerous and determined?

Her skirt flounced around her thighs as she walked, her long legs reaching out as she stepped from darkness to dim light. Very quietly I slipped the gun into my jacket and opened the side door of the van, listening to the sounds of her footsteps. The street was deserted. There hadn't been one car since I'd been here.

"Hello, Alicia."

"Oh my God!" She gasped and jumped back, putting her hand to her throat. "Elliot is that you? You scared the hell out of me!"

"Did I? I'm sorry to hear it. Do you need a lift?"

She took a couple of deep breaths. I'd badly startled her.

"No. I'm just going home. It's just half a block."

I stepped out of the van. "No," I said. "I don't think so. I don't think you're going home. I think you're coming with me."

She looked at me. The moving shadows of the leaves covered my face, put when I pulled the gun from my jacket, she saw well enough what it was. She didn't know it was only a BB gun, but that was just as well.

Her eyes went wide. "Elliot, what are you doing?"

"In the van, baby."

"Elliot, don't fool around. I'm not in the mood, I…"

I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me, pulling her off balance. I'd already cut off a bunch of strips of duct tape and tacked them to my pants leg, now I dropped the gun and spun her around, pulled off one of the strips of tape and laid it over her wrist. She was too startled to stop me, and I grabbed her other wrist and yanked it behind her before she realized what I was doing, making her drop her book. I flicked the tape over this wrist too and it stuck to her like it had been waiting for her all its life.

"Elliot! What the hell?"

It took maybe two seconds and I had her wrists taped behind her back. I smelled her perfume, the same perfume that had driven me so crazy on our date. Yeah, she had dressed all right, trying to impress someone. That was okay with me. I hoped whoever it was had gotten her hot. I hoped her little pussy was just dripping with juice.

I pulled her to the van, lifted her up and threw her onto the mattress on the floor. I picked up her book and the gun, looked quickly up and down the street, then climbed in after her and pulled the door closed with a hollow thud.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? If this is some kind of game…"

I didn't talk. I ripped off another strip of tape and sealed it over her mouth and she stopped talking as well. Her eyes got wild. I grabbed a length of rope and threw it around her ankles, pulling them together, and lashed it around them. She was tied hand and foot in the back of the van, now I could finally relax. I sat down on the wheel well, my heart pounding in my chest.

She was a young thing. Maybe that's why our date hadn't worked out. It wasn't really a date anyhow, just a late night coffee, a long talk, and then us together in the front seat of my van outside her house. That's when I'd kissed her, and she hadn't stopped me. Her lips had been warm and expectant, curious and more than a little willing. She'd raised a hand and fingered a button on my shirt as I kissed her, as if wondering whether she should open it and stick her hand inside, but the feel of her lips on mine had inflamed me and I'd pushed her back into the seat, wanting more of her. My hand had gone to her breast, to her sweet, heavy breast, and I'd squeezed it tenderly and she'd kissed me harder, telling me yes.

That's when I'd found her nipple and rolled it gently between my fingers. Alicia had whimpered, reached up and put her hand behind my neck, holding her face to hers. When I pinched it, taking it between my fingers and slowly bearing down, she'd opened her lips and moaned into my mouth and I felt her start to melt in my arms.

As soon as I'd stopped pinching she'd quickly come to her senses, gotten herself together and suddenly sat up, sputtering and making excuses and saying she had to go, had to get inside. But I knew what had happened. She liked that pain on her nipple. It had melted her and made her weak, and she knew that if she didn't stop me right there she'd lose it and give in to me. When I was hurting her, taking control of her, she'd shown me who she really was and what she really wanted, and that had scared her. But even if she wouldn't admit it to herself, I knew what she wanted. I knew what she hid inside.

So she'd begged off when I called her back after that 'date'. I was too old, it wouldn't work out, she should never have let me kiss her, especially not on a first date, she had school work to do; good bye. I had heard the nervousness in her voice, and it wasn't from breaking it off with me. It was because she knew that I knew.

And now here she was, her wrists tied behind her back, her ankles tied together, a piece of duct tape over her mouth. I got down on the mattress next to her and looked her up and down, the ripe bulge of her tits accented by the cruel position of her arms, her knees up protectively, her skirt hiked up and showing an expanse of bare thigh.

I reached out and laid my hand on her leg, feeling her smoothness. Her eyes were still wide, looking at me in fear. She didn't struggle.

"I'm not going to hurt you baby, not that way. But we have business together, unfinished business from the other night, remember?" I ran my hand up her thigh, lifting her skirt as I did. Her leg was warm, her skin like satin. I ran my hand up almost to her hip, and then back down to her knee. She felt wonderful under my hand.

I'd meant to drive away as soon as I had her, but the street was so quiet and she looked so good lying there in the moving shadows that I couldn't help myself. I reached up and caressed her face, running the back of my fingers over her soft cheek. She trembled like an animal in a trap, afraid to move. My hand slipped down, over her neck, her throat, down to her chest where her skin showed through the neckline of her blouse. Down over the firm hillock of her breast, then back up.

She stared at my hand on her like it was a spider, eyes wide, afraid of what it was going to do. Her blouse was so tight and her bra so sheer that I could feel her nipple through them both, just like on that other night. And just like on that other night, I played with it, running my fingers in circles around it, coaxing it into hardness, so that when I closed my fingers on it there was something to grip.

She jerked when I did that, her body arching in reflex and trying to twist away, but when she realized that I meant to keep it up she suddenly relaxed, her head falling back onto the mattress and her body going limp. Only when I let go of her did she give a muffled moan.

I didn't own her yet, but she was in play. My hands went to the front of her blouse and I began to fumble with the buttons. I hardly had to open them, the pressure of her tits against the fabric made them spring open, and I was halfway down when she suddenly decided to fight me back, lifting her shoulders up and twisting away, but the buttons were open to below her tits by now and all I had to do was take both her nipples between my fingers and squeeze. Alicia whined and her face clenched in pain. I rolled those little nubs between my fingers and she shuddered, then fell helplessly back onto the mattress. Her hips cocked up at me in a kind of instinctive female gesture, and that got me hot.

Her tits drove me wild, and the way she surrendered to my rough treatment. There in the darkness in the back of the van. on that bare mattress I leaned down and covered her nipple with my mouth, licking it through her bra, closing my lips on her. I wanted to show her that there was going to be pleasure with the pain. I wanted to show her that I understood both and knew how to use them.

She moaned softly as I continued to suck and lick that nipple through her bra, while my hand continued to torment her other one, pinching it, tugging on it, giving her that mix of good and bad that I knew she wanted. When I pulled my mouth from her, her nipples was hard and her bra was wet with my saliva and she was breathing fast.

"You see, baby," I said, sliding my hand up and down the inside of her thigh, "I know all about you. I know what you want, what you can't get from your boyfriends, and it's what I want too. Everything you want done to you, I want to do. Every secret fantasy, everything you've dreamed of, I want to do them all to you."

She could only moan as my hand slid all the way up and I felt the warm heat of her pussy. She was wet. I could feel her humidity on my hand, coming right through her panties. That meant she was already excited and sexually receptive, and that it had happened despite her fear and her alarm, maybe because of them. It was something deep in her, something her body responded to even as she tried to fight it off.

I slid my hand along the plump lips of her crease I felt through her panties, felt her soft labia slide under my fingers through the slick, damp fabric. One finger toyed at the leg hole of her panties, exploring the super-soft skin there where the inside of her leg joined her body. When I lifted the edge of the fabric I felt a blast of feminine heat come from her as if I'd opened the door of an oven. Alicia groaned, digging her ass into the mattress trying to escape.

She was not soaking wet yet, but she was wet enough that I could pick up some of her grease on my finger and rub it back and forth over her slit, over her smooth, shaves lips, coaxing more wetness out of her. Her breathing was ragged and jerky and punctuated with little gasps whenever I touched her in a particularly sensitive place. She knew by now that I could feel her wetness and that I knew that she was aroused, and it embarrassed her, but there was nothing she could do about it. I played with her pussy, and she just lay there, twitching a little whenever I touched her clit.

"I'm going to take the gag off now, baby," I said to her. "And you're not going to scream or make any noise, are you?"

She didn't answer me, so I took that as a yes. She was lying on hr back, her arms taped behind her, with her knees drawn up and turned to the side, her ankles tied together. My hand was trapped between the soft heat of her thighs, my fingers playing against her slit beneath her panties.

I had punked the tape so that it wouldn't stick so tightly to her face, and I lifted a corner now and pulled it off; not so slow as to prolong the pain but not so quick as to pull her lips off either. And the minute I pulled it I pushed one finger up into her tight little hole.

Alicia gave one grunt of pain, though whether from the tape or the sudden invasion of her pussy, I couldn't tell. I quickly covered her mouth with mine as I drove my finger into her wet pussy. Her lips were partly open, but she didn't kiss me back, not until I reached my finger all the way up inside her as I found her clit with my thumb. I pushed hard, giving her a preview of what my cock was going to feel like, and my thumb made greasy little circles around her clit. She opened her mouth and took my tongue inside with a submissive whimper.

I could feel the hot breath through her nose on my cheek as I pressed my fingers up against the tight rings of muscle in her cunt, her little beseeching moans and gasps as I worked my finger in and out of her. She might be embarrassed and afraid, but her pussy was starting to flood with excited female moisture as I rimmed her cunt with my finger tip, drawing lewd little circle at the entrance to her body.

I had plans, all sorts of plans, but love is like war, and you never know what's going to happen until you get in there. I hadn't expected her to have such an effect on me, to get me so fucking hot, but the feel of her tongue in my mouth and the way her pussy sucked at my finger was too much for me. I scrambled to my knees and pulled my pants down.

"Come on," I whispered to her, "Suck me, bitch. Show me how good I make you feel."

I knelt at her head and leaned my hard cock over her, but she kept her face turned to the side in denial, so I tangled my hands in her blonde hair and turned her face to me. I butted the head against her lips a couple of times, but she kept her lips sealed, so I drove my finger into her and pulled up, almost lifting her ass from the mattress. My other finger found her anus and pressed against it, trying to work its way inside her and that did it. She opened her mouth and my cock slid right inside her warm, wet mouth.

"Oh fuck yeah!" I hissed. Her face is so gorgeous, so delicate and feminine, and seeing the big brutal stalk of my cock between those delicate lips made the blood pound in my head. I felt my male lust rising in me like a burning fog. Her mouth was soft and hot just like the feel of her pussy on my finger. She didn't suck me very eagerly, but it was enough to have my prick in her mouth. It was something I'd been thinking about since I first saw her.

I reached down and loosened the ropes at her feet. They weren't tied with a knot, just lashed around her ankles, so it wasn't hard to work some slack into them. Then I grabbed the rope and pulled her ankles up towards her body. She didn't know what I was trying to do at first, but a few pushes showed her I wanted her to open her legs, to raise her knees and let them fall open. It was a humiliating and degrading position, and she refused, but I'd come prepared.

I had some toys in the back of the van, and I found a whip, a riding crop, with a little square of leather on the tip: something between a stinger and a slapper. I slapped her with it right on the inside of first one knee, then the other. She gave a couple of sharp little cried through her cock-stuffed lips and then her legs fell open in abject surrender. I rolled her halfway onto her side and found the excess rope from the lashings around her feet, and I threaded them through her wrists, pulling her ankles up near her ass, then I tied it off and rolled her on her back again.

Let me paint you a picture now: Alicia's on her back on the mattress in the van, her wrists bound behind her. Her ankles are drawn up near her ass, tied with a length of rope to her bound wrists, pulling her shoulders back so that her tits stand out on her chest, and her knees are out and to the side. Her blouse is open almost to the waist, and her clothes are all a mess, all skewed around. I'm on my knees holding her head with my hand tangled in her hair, keeping her face up so she can suck my cock, and in my other hand I'm holding that riding crop. I used the crop to push the hem of her skirt up around her waist, so I could see her naked thighs in the dim streetlight that filtered back there, see her little panties stretched tight against her swollen pussy, the crotch band dark with the wetness of her own excitement.

"Hot little bitch!" I hissed at her. "Suck that cock! Get it good and hard so I can fuck you with it. I'm going to fuck you all night, Alicia, and I'm going to eat your pussy and make you come in my mouth so we can both see what a nasty little slut you are. I'm going to fuck you all over, in every hole you've got, then I'm going to tie you up and fuck you some more. I'm going to come in your pussy and your ass and all over your face and you're going to love it. You're going to love it because you love being my whore and love it when I make you do what I want. Don't you, baby? Don't you?"

My words must have gotten to her, because she groaned as she sucked me, But that wasn't good enough for me. As I shoved my prick into her face and she sputtered and gagged, trying to breath, I took the crop and placed a little slap on her panties, right over her clit. Not too hard, nothing hard enough to hurt her, but enough to make her feel it. She squealed and arched her back, but with her ankles tied to her hands, she was already pretty much arched anyhow, bent like a bow.

I hit her again, then again, keeping up a steady patter of soft little blows to her clit with the whip, steady, rhythmic, getting faster and faster. She was sucking me good now, moaning in her throat and gurgling. As tight as she was tied, she still managed to grind her ass around on that mattress, trying to push her pussy at the whip or trying to escape, I couldn't tell.

She really started sucking me now, the spank of the whip on her cunt getting to her. Her little tongue was all over me, and she was really putting the suction on, trying to suck it out of me, trying to pull the come right out of my balls. It was her own excitement that was doing it to her, the excitement of being forced to suck me like a slave while I whipped her hungry little pussy. I could barely take it, and I let go of her head and fell over her face, catching myself on my hand. I started fucking her mouth like it was a cunt, moving my hips and sending my prick rumbling over her lips and into her throat. Saliva was dripping from her lips now, and still she hung on to me, taking my fucking and sliding her tongue around me.

I saw her face, her eyes closed tight, her mouth distended over my plundering cock. I kept on tapping her cunt with the whip as she sucked me, faster and faster, harder and harder as her excitement grew. I could hear the flat little splat as it landed against her soaked panties, and every time I hit her she gave a little twitch, reaching her cunt up at me.

She was moaning and groaning constantly now, gurgling as my cock pistoned into her mouth. She was trying to tell me something but I knew what it was. The hot little bitch was trying to tell me she was going to come, but I knew that already. I knew it because she'd managed to get her feet under her and bridge her back up off the mattress and her hips were fucking at the punishing whip just like a woman fucks a man, the cords on the inside of her legs standing out as she worked, eager to feel that slap against her engorged clit.

I'd been right about her. She was a hot little bitch, a sexual animal beneath that sweet exterior. She just needed someone to bring it out of her, someone to demand that she let it out. She needed to be taken and tied and fucked, whipped and played with until she let it all out, every fucking drop of it. She needed a man's wild lust to make her let go.

She started screaming now, wild, the sound muffled by my prick. Her ass came off the mattress and she shoved her pussy up where I hit her hard now, spanking that hot pussy, and her hips started to quiver, all her muscles going tight. She was coming. She was right on the edge, and knowing that she was coming, that I'd been right about her, set me off.

"Oh Fuck! Bitch! Cunt! Yes!" I screamed. I pulled my prick from her mouth and started fisting myself while I whipped her cunt like a jockey in the home stretch, my cock in one hand, the whip in the other. Alicia opened her mouth but no sound came out. She just hung there, her lips quivering, and the look of orgasmic rapture on that beautiful face just sent me over the edge. The come boiled up from the base of my spine and I began to shoot all over her: her eyes, her lips, her mouth, slathering that gorgeous face with ribbons of white-hot ejaculate in thick, viscous streams.

Alicia stuck her tongue out for more, then her body seized up and locked in a total rictus of sexual overload. She went so rigid that her tits shook on her chest from the strain and her pussy trembled as she pressed it up into the air and let her orgasm claim her.

I wanted more than anything to have my spurting prick shoved up inside her pussy as she lost it but there was nothing I could do but lay there over here and let the come gush from my body and fall on her face and watch her buck her hips in a primal need for cock.

One thing I knew, even before both of us stopped coming: I wasn't done with this bitch tonight. Not by a long shot.