Abducted (closed for georgerb)

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Rose Sanders was jawning in her collegue dorm room. She was one of the popular girls, even though she didnt sleep around. She had had the same steady boyfriend, Charly for three years now. He was her highschool sweetheart and even though they had tried to get into the same university, Charly's GPA had let him down. Summer holidays were coming, however Rose hadnt made any plans. Charly was travelling with his folks and her own mother and father were on one of their expeditions for the next couple of months.

This gave her a full month to catch up on assignments and prepare for the new term with noone to interfere. Her room mate had already left for the summer and so had the majority of the student body, so Rose finally would have a little bit of space and privacy.

It was just a pity that charly wouldnt be able to visit. Since they were exclusive and didnt see each other very often, her sex life was restricted. The gentle lovemaking she was able to share with her boyfriend a few times a year and her slightly less gentle masturbation sessions whenever her roommate was out. Her 20 year old body was that of a cheerleader. Toned, long muscles on a petite frame, sporting an unexpectedly impressive 36 DD rack. Whilst her long blonde hair and huge baby blue eyes seemed to scream Bimbo at the world, Rose was actually a smart girl, who had won a full academic scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in the country. She had been brought up with conservative values and had always been a model daughter. No late night parties, no drugs and very little actual sex. She had never been with any guy besides charly and planned to keep it that way.

After a quick but intense session at the Gym, Rose jumped into the shower, allowing the hot water to wash away the sweat, dust and tension of another day at school. She couldnt help herself getting horny as the water hit her sensitive nipples. Rose sighed and proceeded to apply some body wash to her young body, running her soapy hands along her breasts, massaging them lightly and playing with her nipples until they fully stood to attention. A low moan escaped her. She really wanted someone to play with her tits. Leaning against the wall in her shower, Rose spread her legs and used one hand to spread her small, very pink pussy lips, soaping and "washing", which proved difficult as her own juices continued to flow getting her oh so "dirty" again in a second. She used the shower head and its focused waterstream to tease the little pearl, which gave her so much pleasure. She was so responsive, it didnt take long for her little body to shudder and writhe with the well needed release. She could only hope that the sound of running water at least somewhat stifled her moans as she was getting herself off.

Finishing off with a rinse and a quick towel dry, Rose but on a collegue t shirt and slipped into her bed. She was relaxed from the pleasant orgasm and fell asleep quickly, her hands still resting on her pussy.
 
Bill Adams, post-grad studies complete and about to move into the real world, slowly walked through one of dorms keyed entrance doors. Though not a inhabitant there, his pilfered access card gave him quick entry to the secure building. He could have used the main entrance, but even with the desk monitors gone for the summer, that entrance would still have cameras running. With his years as a dorm monitor, he knew the auxiliary ones would be shutdown during this part of the school year.

As he climbed the steps to the second floor and Rose's room, he reflected on how the building felt like a ghost town or even a morgue with the vast population out on break. And also how he had learned so much about Rose this last year from her room mate's boyfriend. Add to that the times he saw her around campus and town, his hunger increased; as did those hidden desires.

Before passing through the door from the stairwell to her floor, he donned doubled pairs of thick surgical gloves and cautiously opened the door and scanned the hallway. A turn right and a quick three doors down, the same card allowed him to access her room. The knife already out in his right hand and the chloroform soaked rag from the baggie in his left. She always took a nap after the gym....
 
Since all these dorm rooms were the same and with innocent input from her room mates boyfriend, he already had an exact picture of the room. He slowly pushed the door closed and held his back to it as he surveyed the room and locating Rose in the bed to the left near the only window.

Her t-shirt clothed body laid out on her back with an arm over her head, those large breasts rising and falling with an even breath. Her well muscled thighs extending below the shirt ending and slightly splayed. He approached her bed and sat down slowly on it. In a quick movement he leaned his weight over her waist, his right elbow propping him up, i the knife visible before her eyes and the chloroform soaked rag just below her nose....

"Rose...time to wake up and come with me..."

He shoved his hips against hers and watched her eyes flutter open....
 
Rose was abruptly startled awake. Her big, baby blue eyes flew open and the scene before her made her hope she was still dreaming. All she saw was a large knife and a strange smelling rag in front of her face, as some guy was holding her down.
She struggled, trying to get him off her, watching the knife and fighting a growing panic. Who was he, what did he want and what was she to do?
 
Bill smiled as he saw the panic on her face and in those blue eyes. A deeper blue than he had imagined. Her struggles were strong but with his muscular frame easy to keep under control.

As her eyes slid shut and into slumber, her breathing still somewhat fast paced as he imagined her brain running at a thousand miles per hour at those few seconds she had been awake. He eased back up and took the luxury of lifting her t-shirt up and viewing this magnificent breasts. And running a hand across her mound.

No time for play. He needed to find some pants and a wrap and get her to the car quickly. In less than 4 minutes, he had her in the back seat of his car and was driving away from the campus. A short stop at a store parking lot and some more letting her breathe thru the cloth to keep her subdued.

At his rented place out in the country, he rushed her in to the special room, placing her on the bed, totally stripped. And a set of cuffs to each wrist and the head board posts. He so wanted to fuck her right now. He wandered off to the living room to watch the remote screens and watch her awake.
 
Rose slowly came to, her head still feeling fuzzy. What had happened? She tried to move her arms but could not. It took a few moments for the blurriness of her vision to clear so that she could take a look at what was going on with her hands. When she saw the gleaming metal handcuffs, linking her to an unfamiliar bed, completely naked, she knew something was terribly wrong.

She pulled on the cuffs, trying to get herself free, but found them too sturdy to break open, only chafing her wrists in the process. Panic was rising in her belly, threatening to take over. Terrified she pulled with renewed vigor on the handcuffs, with the same result. She was looking around the room, looking for a way out or a clue to where she was or who had taken her.

She used her strong legs to bang against the nearest wall to the bed. "Help, is anybody here? Help me, I m trapped down here", she screamed continuously until she was horse.
"Please help", she sobbed, feeling cold, alone and scared.
 
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Bill watched from the adjoining room and got another rush as that panic spread, then turning to anger and fighting at the cuffs and inability to get up. Followed by the realization she was naked and definitely not in control of her situation. Her chest heaving from kicking the walls, and the screaming. They all do that Bill thought.

He wondered how many days before she would break and be fully compliant.

He activated a switch which sent his voice to the speakers in her room. "Hello, Rose. I trust you are somewhat comfortable even though bound?"
 
"Comfortable?", Rose screamed. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"I am naked, bound to a bed with handcuffs, and you are asking me if am COMFORTABLE? Are you completely out of your fucking mind", she howled, renewing her struggle against her restraints. After a few minutes of struggle, Rose had temporarily exhausted herself, soft sobs of frustration replacing her angry raving.

"Why are you doing this to me", she whimpered, her strong and confident fassade slipping. "Who are you", she sobbed.
 
Bill smiled as he watched the re-newed rage and hearing her response. Her life of privilege had just come to an abrupt halt and it was probably more threatening to her than her current predicament, at least for now. It will be a constant shift of anger and frustrations for the next couple of days.

"I actually asked if you were somewhat comfortable. Those modifiers define the question, Rose. I am doing this to you because I can and I want to. Simple as that Rose."

Bill continued watching her laying there, resting up a bit before her next bout of anger and flailing. All the time considering the fun of taking her from behind eventually. Just a matter of time. They always give in eventually.

Bill got more serious, "I'm the one that is going to awaken you to reality instead of that cocoon of a world you live in."
 
"Arrogant asshole", Rose thought to herself. He clearly was the guy who had taken her right from her dormroom and brought her here. He seemed to have a plan for her, which considering her current condition was likely sinister.

Rose forced herself to breathe deeply, trying to calm herself in the face of the realisation that she was helpless. Panic wouldn't help her here, she needed to try to focus on how she could get out of here. He was holding all the cards at the moment.

The truth was that her captor could do anything he wanted to her, tied up as she was, but he wasnt doing it yet. What was he waiting for, what did he want?

Maybe she should change her tactic.

"I'm sorry I swore at you", Rose said, choking back the streams of insults she had prepared for him in her mind. "As I'm sure you understand I am feeling pretty exposed here, not knowing where I am, who I am with or what is happening to me. Please let me know what I can do to have you let me go. My parents are influencial and well off, I'm sure I could help you in some way. I d really like to speak face to face", she requested.
 
Bill watched her forced calm and that mental biting of the lip to only allow out a quiet stream of words. That initial attempt, of many to come, to try an appeasement and survivor tactic. And her instant thought/offer of her parents buying her way out of it.

He even chuckled a bit as he hit transmit, "This isn't about money, and your parents can't buy you out of this, Rose. Face to face will come with time, as you earn it. The sooner you do so and I feel confident it is not forced, the better for you."

And now the wait for her to calculate the options and the rage when he didn't respond instantly.
 
Rose was confused.
"If you don't want money, what do you want", she asked, guessing at the answer in the face of her nakedness.
"And what do you mean as I earn it? What is it you want me to do? I'm feeling kind of freaked out speaking to a disembodied voice. I'm also feeling a little chilly in here...", Rose questioned, her brow furrowing cutely as she tried to figure him out.
 
Bill let two hours pass and it was approaching midnight. With some adjustments, he dimmed the lights in the room considerably. And brightened lights in the adjoining bathroom. He donned a skin tight light blue head mask, much like nylon, that allowed him to see but none of his features were visible. Dressed in a chambray shirt and jeans, he slowly entered the room and approached her bed.

She was just laying their with eyes closed and thinking about options.

"Time for a restroom break Rose and a night of possibly disturbed sleep for you."

He held a knife in his one hand and that rag soaked with chloroform was in his back pocket for quick access.

"Don't make this difficult...you will not like the consequences..."
 
Rose looked up at her captor, noticing that he seemed tall and in shape. At least he wasn't a fat, creepy old man.
"Thank you", she said, "I do need to go".
"Would you untie me from the bed, please", Rose asked demurely. She had read somewhere that abductors typically got off on control. If she was playing along, acting non-threateningly, she might scope this place out, in time getting her chance to get away.

For now, she would just be the nice, little girl that her parents had raised.
 
Behind the head covering he smiled lightly. The child used to having her way coming into play. He straddled her hips sinking his weight down to pin her to the mattress. He laid the cold steel knife between her breasts, resisting the temptation to pinch those nipples that were extended.

He unlocked one set of cuffs on her right wrist from the headboard post. Then lifted his hips and rolled her over so she was face down and that chilled knife pressing against her breasts from below. Sitting down on her behind, he released her left cuff, then connected left and right together.

Reaching under her he retrieved the knife, pleasured by the feel of her breasts and skin. Bill stood up and then gripped the back of her neck and lifted.

"To the bathroom...without any attempts Rose to do other wise."
 
"Scouts honor", Rose tried to joke. She had seen the big knife and had felt its cold steel against her. Even with her free hands, he would still be taller, stronger and armed. She didnt really like those odds and didn't resist him.

When he reached under her to take his knife back, the back of his hand briefly brushed against her nipple. For some incomprehensible reason, she felt it harden immediately, almost reaching out towards her captor's hand.

She followed his lead to the bathroom, stepping inside. She was bursting for a pee.
 
Rose sat down and he attached one wrist to the wall hand rail and then stepped back and watched. Her nipples still stiff from the earlier touch or the act she was about to do. He bet Charly never viewed her doing this. He so wanted to face fuck her there as she sat.

His thumb ran along the knife blade.
 
Rose couldn't believe her captor was standing there, waiting to watch her pee.
"Would you mind turning around, please", she asked as kindly as she could manage. "I have never done this with anyone watching before and I dont think I can", she added quickly.
 
"Then you will learn to. Other choices you have may have severe consequences, Rose. And we both know those secret desires you visit on your laptop. You're not as innocent as you present your self are you?"
 
"How would you know what's on my laptop", she asked, an edge of fear in her voice. He clearly knew more about her than she had imagined.
"What do you mean with severe consequences. I'm finding your vagueness so frustrating", she sighed exhausted by her day and this man in front of her and was now insisting to watch her pee.

"You know what, fine, if thats what you're into, watching me piss, then here you go", she said with an edge in her voice and started to let it flow.

"Are you going to wipe me now", she challenged, raising her eyebrow at him.
 
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