A Kidnapping (Closed Thread for Machiavellian and Mister B 73)

[Mister B73]

I stood outside my apartment, taking one last look at it. I sighed deeply, a feeling of both relief and fear taking hold. I was giving up everything for little more than a dream, a wild fantasy. But I couldnt live happily wondering "what if."

I slid inside the car, staring out into the sun as it rose before me. The start of a new day....and hopefully of a new life. I turned the key, and started my trip North. There, my love awaited. And no matter who tried to stop me--she would be mine.

 

[Machiavellian]

SSDD..

.. Same shit dift. day she had.. living a life of routine and boredom. She had only to touch the stroak of a key to escape from her boring life she led.

Knowing he was out there and wishing her life could have been difterant - she enjoys all she can when they talk.

Last time she talked to him he seemed difterant - like there was something on his mind... he wouldn't say what.

Shutting down the computer she went to the other room and got ready for bed... sleeping she dreamt of him. He was always around. She didn't know if that was good or bad.

 

[Mister B73]

((Nice AV. mmmmm))

I'm exhausted. I need to pull over, but I don't want to. I just want to keep driving. But the lights are starting to blend together into one big blur. If I don't stop soon I might not make it.

I miss her terribly already. I haven't talked to her all day. It amazes me how much just seeing her screenname can make me feel so alive. I wonder what she's doing right now? It's late, she's probably in bed already. Curled up under the blankets. HE is probably not even home yet. And all he's gonna do is lie in bed next to her and go to bed. I don't know, me, I'd have to wake her up. Even if just for a moment, to look in those eyes and kiss her goodnight.

God, I can't wait to see her. I wonder, though, if maybe I shouldnt have warned her first? No, no....I'm just gonna take her. I'm just gonna take what should be mine.

 

[Machiavellian]

Waking up, she could only feel a sign of relief, her house was quiet.
Stretching above her headboard she could see the alarm clock, 8:47.

Instantly she rose, her husband had gone to work and her day remained her own.

'A shower, that's what I need', she whispered to herself.

Running the water she pulled the shower on, pulling the curtain over she slid off her silk purple nightgown.

Looking in the mirror she could see herself, she was a little bigger than she wanted and her two children, who were gone away to boarding school, having them, had taken her body from her. But she managed to walk daily and occasionally went to the gym, not that it seemed to work. Sighing she looked away and proceeded to enjoy a seemingly long hot shower.

After the shower she came out of the room, walking over to her desk she turned on her computer; it was a little early still on the net, and she knew it was unlikely that anyone would be online that she so frequently spoke with.

After dressing and making herself a tea, she went back to the computer; he should be at work by now, logging on to the messenger she saw he wasn't there.

Her heart sunk.
She looked forward to talking with him daily.
They had been talking online for several years.
She could always sense when something wasn’t right, ever since several months before, he seemed different.

Once she sent the kids away to school his tone seemed distant to her. Even though most times they spoke online, she knew him inside and out, every inch of his body, from the little curves to the scattered freckles; there wasn’t anything about him she didn’t think she knew.

 

[Mister B73]

I pull into what amounts to a rat hole. The room is tiny, but it will do. All I really need is a bed. And a shower.

I lie down for a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting my body rest. It feels like heaven.

I finally get back to my feet and strip down to my boxers. I brush my teeth, then slip out of my boxers as the water runs. I begin to think of her, her sexy body, her gorgeous smile....and suddenly I begin to feel my cock stir. I glide my hand down my body, over my cock, feeling it grow hard in my hand.

I step into the shower, thinking of what I will do to her the first time I have her in my arms. Kissing her neck, her body, spanking her. Pulling her on top of me, letting her ride my cock. Then slipping my cock in her ass as I massage her pussy from behind.

I stroke harder and harder, my body tensing up, the hot water dripping down my body, and then I explode. My knees become so weak I almost drop to the floor.

Moments later, I clean up and walk naked to the bed. I fall on top and drift off to sleep.

 

[Machiavellian]

Her day went as routine, but she couldn't help but worry - he wasn't online all day. That's not like him.

The next day the same thing happened, he wasn't online again as his usual time. Her heart fluttered. It wasn't like him at all she kept repeating to herself.

Searching through her computer she manage to locate a folder she had created, hidden under folder on folder and file under file, there the file sat.

Looking at the folders she saw a title - birthday images. Opening it up she located multiple pictures he had sent her on her birthday, it was cute he had taken icing and spelt happy birthday on his naked body for her.

She sat smiling.

She started to feel a warmth building between her legs, he always had that effect on her, closing her eyes she could imagine his strong arms on her as they'd make love. Her mind had it imbedded, she envisioned it for multiple years, but her situation was stable and comfortable, yet her body yearned for him.

He always seemed to have that effect on her.

Ring ~ it was the phone.
Her body jumped as it always did when she was on the computer deep in thoughts over him.

She answered the phone.

"Hello?" there was no answer; she could hear breathing, "Hello? Is someone there?" there was no answer. So she hung up.

"That's strange", she heard herself say out loud, "must have been a wrong number."

 

[Mister B73]

The sound of her voice sent shivers up my spine. I started to say hi, but then I again decided to keep it a secret. I wanted to surprise her, to see the look on her face as I stood outside her door. Plus, I was honeslty scared. What if I told her what I was up to and she told me to go back home? I couldn't tell her.

I put the phone back down, getting lost in the sound of her voice. Even as brief as it had been, it melted me. I had to try and sleep. I had to try and sleep so I get make my way to her. But I just couldn't. I was going insane.

 

[Machiavellian]

She was starting to worry - it had been a few days since she spoke with him last, so knowing his works name - she looked it up on the internet to find out the number that he had given her so many years ago.

Calling it did accomplish one thing. He was on a leave of absence. No one had any answers though - they just knew he had asked for a few weeks off for personal reasons.

Closing her eyes as she did many times when she invisioned him, she could feel a fear for him, something wasn't right. There was a connection she felt with him and it was always there when she was in the right moment - 'Yes there was definately something not right'.

 

[Mister B73]

I was so lost. I had a map, but got confused when I tried to take a more scenic route and forgo the main highway. I was still going North, which was good, but it seemed like it was taking me forever to get to the Canadian border. I was definitely not gonna get there when I had planned to.

Several people had called worried. I set their mind at ease by talking to them, but gave little details of my whereabouts. I just didn't want to have to explain myself.

Wait. What's this. It looks like it may be a border crossing. Oh, thank God. I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever make it.

 

[Machiavellian]

Knowing whatever was going on - she was sure he'd contact her when the timing was right.

Going about her regular routine, she could only cross her fingers that it'd be soon.

 

[Mister B73]

I was still a bit a way from her. Shortly after crossing the border, I had to stop again. There was no way I'd be able to face her with the bags under my eyes and the stink of my body. I had to shower, shave and get some rest. Maybe not all night, but a few hours at the least.

I found a hotel and ate first. But I could barely keep my eyes open at the table. I took most of it back to the room with me and decided sleep would come first. And it did, overcoming me. I slept. And I dreamed of her.

 

[Machiavellian]

It had been several days, wondering what had happened to him left her feeling empty.

Closing her eyes she dreamt of him as she often did.

Wishing he was there beside her, holding her and touching her, feeling her warmth as she responded to him.

Dreaming was all she could do. She was in a stable situation and for now decided that was best.

 

[Mister B73]

I looked athe the map. Then turned it over. No. It was right. But how could I be so lost.

I had no choice. I picked up the phone and dialed her number. My palms were sweating and my heart racing as I heard her beautiful voice.

"Hello," she said.

 

[Machiavellian]

It was starting to feel like forever - the night was going slowly, it was really late when the phone rang, glancing at the clock - it was reading 11:26, she had been sleeping for maybe twenty min.

"Hello" she could hear breathing on the other end of the phone... but there was a delay in the reply.

 

[Mister B73]

"Hi..." I whispered. I realized I had spoken softly and tried again. "Umm...hi, hun. I was...well....I need some help."

"Who...Rob?"

"Yes."

"Umm...hi....What kind of help?"

"well....I need directions. To your house."

 

[Machiavellian]

Listening to his words... 'to your house' gave her heart a skip.

Kay suddenly sat up and realized she wasn't dreaming.

"Rob, don't tell me you're near? Whats going on? Or should I just wait until I see you?"

 

[Mister B73]

"Look, sweetheart..I can't take it anymore. I want you more than anything in this world. I can't live without you. I know it was mostly just joking around, but...I want you to run away with me. I know it sounds crazy, but I have to have you. No matter what I have to do. Even if it means I take you."

 

[Machiavellian]

Listening to his words, she gave him instructions on how to get to her place, he wasn't very far from her, 10 min. at most.

Getting up quickly, an getting dressed she looked around the house and quickly picked up the few scattered things.

Looking at the clock it was nearly midnight, her husband wasn't due home until 1:30-2:00.

Thinking about his mind - he wanted her - no matter what the risk - but she wasn't sure if she was ready for this.

"Even if it means I take you" the words suddenly rang in her head.

 

[Mister B73]

I got back in the car, shaking my head. Only 10 minutes away. How stupid was I? God, my heart was beating fast. It felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I couldnt tell by her voice if she was really excited to see me or not. Maybe this was just too insane an idea. No. NO way. I had to have her. It was meant to be.

I followed her directions and found the house. I took a few deep breaths. Then walked up to the door and knocked.

 

[Machiavellian]

Opening the door she saw him standing there - the first time ever face to face, his brow looked moist, like he was nervous, "hi" she said smiling, "Come in," there was a look she had never seen in his eyes before, like a passionate rage.

"What brings you to my neck of the planet?"

 

[Mister B73]

"You". I said it confidently, scaring even myself. "I am here for you. I want you to come with me. Run away with me. I know it seems foolish, but I realize now, I can't live without you. "

 

[Machiavellian]

I am here for you. his words rang in her head loudly, as though something inside her made her want to go and part of it wanted her to fear him.

"Here for me?" She was shocked, "After all this time, I told you, I can't, I don't have it in me, you and I are very good friends, but my life is here."

Looking directly in his eyes she saw a passion that she couldn't refrain from, leaning in she felt the need to kiss him, his lips looked smooth and lickable, but she turned around, how dare he come here like this!

"I thought we had an understanding? What changed?" her back was to him, she wasn't going to look at him, she made up her mind. It was foolish to throw her life away for him, her family was here, her children, her stability.

 

[Mister B73]

He was afraid of this. He had played it in his head. She'd say no, and he'd walk away, head down, defeated. But he didnt feel the desire to turn and walk away. The sadness wasn't there. No, but the determination was. He knew it was crazy--not to mention selfish--but a hunger grew inside him. Maybe it was the look he caught in her eye just before she turned. But whatever it was....

He grabbed her by the arm, turned around. He pulled her into him and kissed her hard.

 

[Machiavellian]

Feeling his arm pull her around, without a second to think about it his lips were kissing her, soft and passionate, her body melted; finally the truth set in, she needed his touch, she wanted him, but her mind forced her body to reality, pulling back yet his hands were still holding her.

"Stop, you really shouldn't", she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, "it was a mistake, you shouldn't have come."

 

[Mister B73]

"I know," he whispered in her ear. "But I did. And now I will have you." He pulled her arms back around her back. Pulling her tighter into him. Kissing her still, tasting her sweet lips. He slip his hips into her, letting her feel him growing against her. He wanted her so bad now, never realizing just how much he truly wanted her until she was so close. He had to feel her. He wanted inside her, their hearts beating against one another.