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Kidnapped (closed for the_pg and me)

Name: Saraline McCaulland
Age: 25
Auburn hair, blue eyes
36, 30, 36, size C cup, legs that just wont quit.

Saraline watched the man as he walked down the street ahead of her. Walking quickly she slipped her gloves on, not to keep her hands warm but to ensure that her fingerprints are not left at the scene. She flashed a friendly smile at him as he looked back at her over his shoulder, aware he was being followed but not aware that she may have been any danger to him. Moving up quickly behind him she slipped her gun out of her pocket hiding it in her hand. As she moved up behind him she placed her gun against his back. "Don't make any sudden movements, don't scream and you wont get hurt."
 
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Dustin cringed as he felt a hard tube sticking into his back. He had been about to turn around again to take another glance at the hot girl following him, but that was when he felt the gun. His hands froze, so did his body, his lungs and vocal cords ceased to walk. He wasn't carrying all that money, was not dressed fancily, in fact he was on the way home from the gym and was extremely tired, but he had showered and was fresh at least.

He remained standing, his mind racing with what this woman, woman of all things! Wanted with him, his watch, maybe his watch, it was a nice rolex, a gift from his girlfriend a year ago. Finally his body relaxed a little, enough for him to squeak out, "What... What do you want, just tell me, i'll give, give it to you." His words and letters stuttered over themselves as he spoke, he was quite afraid. He had too much to live for, and did not want to be a martyr of any sort either.
 
Pushing the gun harder into his back and grabbing one of his arms, Saraline urged him to walk in front of her towards the dark alley where her car awaited. She could feel the fear rising from his body as she prodded him forward. "What I want is not something you will be willing to give me," she whispered in his ear. "But, if you stay quiet and do not fight me you may live through this night." As they reached her car she reached in through the open window to grab a pair of handcuffs that rested on the seat. Pulling his hands behind him she quickly secured his hands and then opened the back door of her car, pushing him down onto the floor inside.
 
It was a tight fit, between the back seats and front, Dustin was a skinner man, but he was very cut and broad shouldered. So when he fell between the seats, with his hands locked away behind his back there was nothing her could do about it, he let out a curse when his head struck something metal, luckily it didn't start bleeding. What I want is not something you will be willing to give me. Her words made a chill run through his spine, and stick there, keeping goosebumps running up and down his back. There was only one thing he could think of that he would not give her, and that was his life, at this point sex didn't even come across his mind. Woman, girls and boys got raped, not men.
 
Sure that her passenger was secure in the backseat, Saraline quickly pulled her car out of the dark alley out into the street, cursing as she barely missed backing into a car coming towards her on the street. Driving cautiously as to not draw the attention of any the police patrolling the streets, she pointed her car towards the outskirts of town where her cabin awaited her return. As she drove she could hear him moving around in the back seat but she was not concerned about him trying to do anything to escape and so far he had been quiet as she had ordered. After awhile she left the regular highway and her car started bumping along a dirt road, causing her passenger to be jostled cruelly in the back seat. Reaching her cabin she stopped the car and got out, opening the back door. Reaching into the car she grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the car.
 
Dustin had been very quiet, it was for a very good reason to. He had been thinking, what to do, why, how to do. Plus she had a gun, and he didn't want to die. But the more he thought about it, the more he didn't want to go down like a bitch, so as soon as his feet felt something to press on he did, slamming his head straight upwards and backwards into his assailants, her heard the click as it connected with her jaw. But it didn't feel very powerful, though it had been enough to make her let go. Dustin stumbled, barely maintained his balance and then took off running, if he could just get to the nearest road, someone would help him. It wasn't too far, about a football fields length from him now, and he had been a track runner in college, on a scholarship actually. It suited him now, his legs tearing up ground at a frantic pace.
 
Saraline was temporarily startled as he hit her jaw with his head. Letting him go she reached up to rub the sore spot on her jaw, pulling her gun from her waistband. This one was going to be a fighter she could tell as she calmly aimed her gun at the ground beside where he ran pulling the trigger, the bullet kicking up the rocks near his feet. "That was just a warning," she yelled after him. "Next time I won't miss. Dont make me have to come after you." Shaking her head she started to walk in the direction he had run off in.
 
Dustin's mind was instantly torn in two, one side screamed for him to stop, the other begged for him to keep running. He stopped. "What the fuck do you want?!" He yelled at her, whirling around, his eyes were pleading and his face was set in an angry glare. "I just don't want to die, I'll give you anything! My rolex, wallet, credit cards, what!?" He yelled, glaring at her as she walked closer to him, his whole body was tense, shaking even with the tension on all his muscles.
 
"You'll find out soon enough what I want from you," Saraline answered finally reaching where he stood waiting for her. Grabbing his arm she placed the barrel of her gun against his side, pulling him towards her cabin. "I dont want money or material items and for the time being I dont want you dead either." Pulling him up the stairs of the cabin, she opened the door and pushed him ahead of her inside the dark room. Forcing him to his knees on the floor, Saraline crossed the room to turn on a lamp, bathing the room is a soft light that showed that the room was almost empty of furniture, the main focus of the room was the large bed in the middle.
 
As soon as he saw the bed, the first inklings of what was going on crossed Dustin's mind. He saw her reddish hair and sharp blue eyes, the made him squirm a bit as she glanced towards him, especially with the large bed in the background. Dustin swallowed hard and watched carefully, shifting a bit in the uncomfortable position. She was going to, going to rape him? The thought struck Dustin as absurd, impossible even. But the more times he looked at the bed, and into her blue eyes, the more it became possible.
 
"Ah it seems you have finally figured out why I kidnapped you," Saraline said, leaning close to whisper in his ear. Pulling him to his feet she dragged him across the floor to the bed. Pushing him back onto the bed, his feet still on the floor, she grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped it open, the buttons flying everywhere. Running her hand down his hard chest she looked up to see a frightened look on his face which pleased her. She wanted him to be afraid of her, to try to fight her, it made it all the more fun.
 
Dustin looked into those alive, icy blue eyes and shivered. She liked this, he realized, like some fuckin sick bastard she liked forcing men to do this kind of... Well, thing. His eyes quickly became very afraid, and he leaned back and away from her touch, trying to escape it. He felt as if her fingers just froze his skin in place as they traveled down his chest, if she wasn't forcing him to do this, he knew subconsciously he'd be squirming in pleasure. "Please, please don't." He whispered, his eyes slowly becoming hard again, as of right now there were two things he would not give her. The satisfaction of raping him, or the knowledge that she succeeded in raping him, fuck living, he would rather die.
 
Dustin's pleas were beginning to turn Saraline on. Sure she was a sick cold hearted bitch, but, it wasn't like she did this all the time. He was her first and she was truly enjoying herself. Slowly she undid the button his jeans and drew down his zipper, placing her hand inside his pants, rubbing him. She smiled when he squirmed beneath her touch. Grabbing his arm she flipped him over so that she could undo the handcuffs holding his hands behind him, keeping the barrel of her gun tight against the back of his head.
 
Dustin was embarrassed, his face flushed as he felt his manhood rise slightly due to her efforts on it. Not now... He thought to himself, squirming to try and get away from those delicate, warm hands. Fine then, as soon as that barrel leaves... It's over. He decided he would wait until the first opportunity without the gun being so, pressingly close. It's pressure on his head was a constant reminder, now he simply waited for it to be gone, he'd have his chance, she'd have hers, if she one, that so be it.
 
Undoing the handcuffs, Saraline ordered him to climb up onto the bed, the presence of her gun seeming to make him listen to her for the time being. Once he was on the bed she pushed him onto his back and grabbed on of his arms. Before he knew she had attached that arm to a handcuff attached to the head of the bed and then she repeated the same thing with the other hand. Watching as he tried to fight against the handcuffs she returned to removing his clothing, sliding his pants off, followed by his underwear, leaving him exposed to her. She looked up and down appreciatively at his hard body. Running her hand up his bare thigh she smiled when she saw his cock twitch in response.
 
The clicks of each cuff nearly gave Dustin a heart attack, his mind screamed at him for not trying to act sooner, being dead would have been much better then this, wouldn't it have? He could already again feel his cock twitching to life, he had to do something... Dustin was a runner, his legs had once been thick as tree trunks, they were not quite that powerful now, but still compared to an average man they were. He seized his captor about the waist with his knees pinching her her stomach, hard. Then he brought his hips to the side, hard and fast, aiming her head for the metal edging of the spring base for the bed.
 
Saraline threw out her hands, just barely stopping her head from being slammed into the metal section of the bed. She cursed herself for not attaching the ankle cuffs she had brought with her sooner. His legs were tight around her waist, cutting of her breath, but she still was able to struggle against him and twist around to grab her gun that she had set on the nightstand beside the bed. Bringing the gun up she placed it against his forehead, pulling back the hammer with an audible click. "I would take your legs away from around my waist if I were you," she said, angry about the fact that he had tried to hurt her and was hurting her now with his legs around her stomach.
 
Dustin was scared shit less, but his legs kept clamping together harder, and harder. "Make me, bitch." Finally some balls. He twirled her as fast as he could, but instead of trying to slam her again, he shook her, flinging her from side to side, trying to jar the gun loose. It would from the outside look like wild, and completely passionate sex, but both 'partners' knew this was actually a very deadly game. The gun would not come loose however, and he knew he would not be able to keep this flinging up forever, so Dustin brought all of his captor's body towards him, aiming his skull for hers, knowing both of them would blackout, and he would just pray that he woke up first, or didn't wake up at all.
 
Saraline was trying to keep control of her gun as he continued to fling her around with his legs. As he flung her forward she pushed her body against his legs, barely missing smashing her head into his. He was really trying to do anything to fight her now and despite the fact that a little fight in a man turned her on, he was just making her angry. Once again she was able to steady her gun against him, managing to get her legs under her to brace herself from him flinging her anymore. Holding her gun by the barrel she threatened to bring the handle down on his head, knowing it would knock him unconcious immediately, allowing her to bind his ankles. She hoped he would be reasonable and just realize that there was no use in fighting her.
 
Finally the screaming part of Dustin's mind won again, his legs sagged softly, his muscled chest rising and falling hard. His face was red with exertion and his eyes burned with anger, with one look anyone could tell that this man, this strong looking, fine man would kill whoever the hell this girl was, without a seconds thought, the moment he was able to. His hostile, seething, nearly red eyes battled her cool icy ones, Dustin would not back down his stare, even when what he knew was coming would come.
 
Saraline moved quickly away from his strong legs once he released her. His hostile stare made her realize he may not be as easy a conquest as she had originally thought him to be. That was okay, she enjoyed a challenge. Grabbing one of his legs, she attached an ankle cuff, ensuring that he couldnt grab ahold of her again. Repeating the same thing with his other leg she soon had him bound spread eagled on the bed. Starting at his ankle, Saraline began to kiss her way back up his leg, smiling at his attempt to pull away from her touch. "Too late now," she thought to herself. "You are totally at my mercy."
 
Dustin knew it was true, but he didn't respond. It was the last thing he could think of in rebellion, he tried getting away, he truly had, pleading and asking his way out hadn't worked. It had actually seemed to turn the bitch on more, he doubted making threats would be any good, with the position he was in. So he was silent, letting his angry eyes do all the talking. Her kisses up his leg were sensitive and sweet, he felt his cock twitch in response, but through incredible willpower her forced it not to move again. His legs he could not control however, they squirmed away from the delicious senses, he watched though, his eyes boring into hers every time he could.
 
Saraline could tell that he was fighting to remain in control of his body, but he continued to squirm with each kiss she placed upon his leg. His eyes burned angerly everytime she looked up at him and it amused her. Nibbling softly on his inner thigh, she softly gripped his cock, stroking it, determined to bring him to erection, no matter how much he fought it, he seemed to squirm more at her touch, his eyes blazing.
 
No! He nearly screamed as he watched her hand slowly, as if in slow motion, reach out and grab his dick. The familiar sensation of blood rushing into his manhood nearly made him groan in frustration, but he knew she would think he was groaning in pleasure. So instead he swallowed and watched as his dick, against his own will hardened slowly and surely to it's full length and width, seven and half inches long, an inch and a half wide.
 
Saraline looked up at him as she continued to stroke his now hardening dick. She could see the pained expression on his face as he tried to control himself and not give in to her. Licking her lips, she slowly licked the tip of his dick, forcing a moan from his lips. Cupping his balls in her hand she was rewarded with his dick becoming even harder in her hand. Moving her mouth away from his dick she slowly began to kiss his stomach and up to his hard chest, taking on of his nipples in her hot mouth, nibbling softly.
 
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