captured!!

[CuteBrat]

i want to play out a fantasy where i get kidnapped and sold as a sex slave or kidnapped by a biker gang or something like that. i dont quite know how this all works here, so either reply here or PM me or whatever yuo do.

 

[Guest]

post as a character and an introduction scene. specify how many players you wish to write with. sit back, relax and watch the fun begin

 

[CuteBrat]

introduction...

BOYS! Jesus, I get so tired of them. All hands and all thumbs and all fumbling all over themselves to get what they want from me. And then all whiny when I say no. OK...well that part is kinda fun. Its fun to see them be all Mr. Attentive all night and trying to be Mr. Smooth and always knowing that ny answer at the end is going to be "No". And then its hard not to laugh out loud at the way they whine and beg to get into my pants. Thats the fun part....to know just how to say "maybe maybe maybe" all day and night long...and save the "uh....hmmm...NO" until the very end.

OK...as you can see I'm pretty used to having men wrapped around my finger, although thats not the toughest challenge in the free world. The cool thing about boys is when they get all hot and bothered all the blood drains from their brain and they're totally easy to manipulate. Well...maybe thats partly because of me. At 18, and an only child, I'm used to getting my way. I learned pretty early that just pouting and looking sad made my dad just collapse and get me ANYTHING i wanted. and if my mom is on my case i can just go to him and look really really sad and its my get out of jail free card. I havent really developed much yet...32a...but as I lost my baby fat I started noticing I could pretty much use the same tactic with other guys too. Just keep saying "maybe maybe maybe? until i get what i want, and then say "no"

anyway....this last boy was just a little too whiny for me. OK...yeah being a horndog is one thing and a little bit of whining is pretty fun. but when it becomes full-fledged begging...I'm outta there. Begging to get pussy just isn't a very effective stragegy with me.

Anyway...so I'm outta there...I can just fucking WALK home. I love how chilly it gets at night. And I'm walking...laughing at how pathetic he looked with his pants down and his eyes all puppy-doggish...by tomorrow I'll have that story spread all over school. But ...wait...what's that noise I'm hearing? Oh well...probably nothing.......

 

[Razors Edge]

Officer Ron "Rock" Hard

"It's a little late for being out on the streets, Missy" I said sternly, smiling as she turned from looking into the bushes and nearly ran into my six foot two frame.

"I'd like to see some ID, Please"

I grinned even larger when the sweet young thing batted her eyelashes at me and gave me the excuse it was in her purse which was left at home.

"Well you look too young to out after curfew Miss?" I left the question hanging waiting for her name. "Why don't you get in the car and I'll drive you home"

I shook my head as she began to tell me it wasn't needed and scolded her as I pulled out my night stick and tapped it into the palm of my other hand.

"I insist, It's my job and I wouldn't want my sergeant to find out I was slacking. Besides I'm sure there are people just WAITING to see you"

 

[CuteBrat]

uh FUCK...a cop. shit...of all the bad luck. i know im totally in trouble if my parents get woken up this much after my curfew...and brought in by a cop too? i have to figure out some way out of this....

 

[Razors Edge]

Officer Ron "Rock" Hard

"Miss? Get in the cars front seat NOW" I ordered harshly enjoying the way her face twisted with mixed emotions "Or I WILL handcuff you and put you in the back"

I stepped forward, pushing the stick into her soft curve on her chest to make the point and waited. Hoping she'd tried to resist and knowing the outcome.

 

[MasterDave]

Badges.. He's got no badges..

The little snatch and grab was watched from the shadows.. Only the watcher noticed that these "cops", while looking the part, had no badges..

The watcher had seen the little slut and how she'd behaved and performed at the party.. He knew just how wet her little cunt was from toying with those there.

She was placed into the car by the "cop", and the watcher looked down at the keys he flipped around his finger. The cuffs now on the little sluts wrists... here was the only key.

 

[Arkontheroof]

Mr M

Background: Mr M is tanned (perhaps southern European? or perhaps he just travels alot), with an anonymous short haircut, and a selection of expensive grey suits. He works through his laptop and mobile phone. He owns nothing, has no tax records, doesn't exist. He has three passports, all from different countries, and some very wealthy clients, whose languages he strives to learn: tonight he has been talking Spanish, Russian and Arabic....


The client arrives in three days, unless there's some sort of disaster or world crisis. I'm hoping for a crisis. My "warehouse" is empty - I have nothing - and this client is very choosy.

Sure, I could get no end of trash, but he doesn't want trash.

Each of my clients wants something different. Some like to break their women by force, some like to court them. Some want virgins, some sluts. This one, he looks for "spirit", for fire - that's what he wants in his purchases. And he trusts me to provide. And I can't afford to let him down.

So, now I've got six teams of freelancers out on the streets, but no guarantees that they'll bring anything useful in. If I had to trust one of them, it would be R., and right now I'm waiting for a call - from him, from anyone, to say that they've got a suitable candidate.

Even then it's just three days to... persuade... the candidate to cooperate.

A phonecall from Ron or a world crisis. Either would do right now....

 

[MasterDave]

The ride.

The connections the watcher had made sure the real police were quite busy on the other side of town. Nothing like a staged messy accident with a semitraler full of olive oil to draw the real black and whites away from what was really going on. After the little one was loaded into the back of the car, the "officer" made a quick pass around the car, quietly pulling the magnetic seals of a real police car off, and dropping them into the trunk. The stickers below proclaimed "taxi". The new occupent of the back seat hadn't noticed this little change, as she was much too busy being concerned with the new found braclets that kept her hands behind her back.

The attennas on the car looked like any police car to the girl as she'd been lead to the back, many of different sizes.. but the trunk that was open for a short while contained multiple computers, each connected to the internet, and each with a camera inside the back of the car.. many different view's were available to the other watchers, spread all over the globe. The one most favored was the view up the struggling teen's legs, from the back of the front seat. The capture here was complete, and it was time to move on.


The watcher's car pulled along side the newly minted taxi. "excuse me.. but do you know where warehouse 51 is?"

The cop/taxidriver smiled and said "I do.. why don't you follow me, easier to show you then tell you"

Both cars pulled away, not much visable in the darkness.. and passed a very frustrated teen boy, who'd just " had enough of that party" Blind with his unsatiated lust, he noticed nothing.

 

[CuteBrat]

i shrank back from the nightstick against my chest. okok...this was getting out of control quickly. time to let the officer calm down. i gave him my best good girl smile, stretching so my crop top would ride up a little and he could see my thin waist and my belly button ring (hey, even cops are human!) and said as sweetly as i could "i'm really sorry, officer. i just lost track of time. i'd really like it if you could take me home...and i promise i'll be a good girl after this and won't stay out too late anymore. but if i promise to really really be good can you just drop me off and not tell my parents? please??" i have him the total big eyes pouting effect on "please"....if it works on dad i'll probably work here...

his eyes seemed unmoved so i got into the car. and sat quietly. something just didnt feel right. maybe it was the way i couldnt move my arms...or the way the officer looked at me. ive had older guys look at me like that before and liked it...but then i could just laugh at them with my friends and dance away. i could feel my heart beating like a salsa beat in my chest. and i could feel something else...a weird sorta nice sorta interesting tension between my thighs...

 

[Razors Edge]

I watched her carefully as she sat beside me in the car, her arms crossed nervously as I drove.

"What's your name little girl, and who's waiting for you at home?" I asked "How many times before have you been caught after curfew, too many I would be willing to bet"

Her face turned towards me and I could read the nervousness in her eyes and trembling lower lip as she gathered her thoughts and prepared to answer.

"There are ways your parents won't have to find out about your trouble, you know?" I offered, smiling like a cheshire cat and meeting her unsure eyes.

 

[CuteBrat]

OK...there was something seriously creeping me out about the way the officer was looking at me. Probably just my imagination and too much TV. but when he said he might not tell my parents...I was TOTALLY relieved. I looked up at him and said "Thank you...I promise I'll be good from now on"....but something about the way he was smiling just felt....scary...

 

[Razors Edge]

We had arrived and I pulled the car over, shutting it off and pocketing the keys as I pulled my pistol out and aimed it at the young and so naive female.
"Time to get out and meet your new friends, I'm sure they'll enjoy meeting you greatly"
Waving the pistol to instruct her to slide over the seat I admired her legs and full rack as she complied quietly.
The second car pulled up and I nodded as the driver stepped out, a set of keys dangling from his fingertips as he approached with a leer.
"Take her in, will you? I've got to call and let the "Boss" know we have a prospect"
I grinned as the young woman fought the new arrival and was drug away, thinking of the money I would make off her.
"Remember the agreement, you can do anything escept fuck her until the BOSS says it's ok" I called out and received an acknowledgement.
"Hello Mr M? I've located and procurred a suitable package for you? Master D is bringing her into the location you specified now. Yes, I'll wait outside until you arrive and pay me, of course"
I grinned and hung up, thinking of the nights profit I would soon make and how I would then be free to do some hunting of my own. Inside a muffled cry of pain echoed out to me then was cut off and I grinned again. Master D was wasting no time.

 

[Arkontheroof]

Mr M

The mobile rings. It's Ron. Better than a world crisis!

He has a prospect. He describes her. She sounds as if she has potential.

"Yes, Warehouse 51. I'll be there in half an hour. Make sure he knows - I want her restrained but undamaged, able to converse coherently, and not yet broken."

Then he's complaining about money.

"Yes, cash as usual, when I arrive. And R, don't plan on going far. We may need your tallents, if she doesn't co-operate."

 

[MasterDave]

I'd always called this place the fun house.. Like so many anony as a smous looking buildings around town, this one was used as a shooting location for film and television work. I'd set that up, so the building would have a legit purpose, and would be outfitted by it's tennants in such a way that would be condusive to my kind of work... there were a few around town, but always there was an empty one. The walls and 3 story ceiling were thicker then your average warehouse, having been doubled. Empty the place looked like a huge padded room in a nuthouse, with 2 feet of padding on everything. The entertainment people liked that, it kept the noise entering the building from the outside down to nothing.. and kept sounds inside just as well.

This one wasn't completely empty, someone trying to cash in on Vampire movies had gone bust, so their was a dreary stone castle set, complete with a raised platform in the middle that was the spot of a once aspiring "star's" coffin.

As I pulled the girl out of the car, I'd seen her eyes. A lot of fear there, and something else as well. That something else normaly in the others had been defiance, at this point having realized this wasn't the local police station. But her something else I recognized.. It was excitement.

I turned to Ron, and thanked him for his wonderful "directions". M. would arrive soon and Ron would get his cut, and if this one proved troublesome inside he was only a button push away. I half dragged the girl into the office area at the front. I stopped and grabbed her face in both hands. She staggered and squealed a bit. I chuckled, looked into her eyes again- and whispered "you are getting turned on by this aren't you". She looked at me, and her brown eyes were wide, but my hands felt her slight movement of yes.

I reached under her skirt, and felt soaked panties. I squeezed her mound tightly, and she let out an animal moan of pure lust, and closed her eyes. I was suprised a bit.. And wondered if this one was actually a natural submissve. It would make sense- in her activities at the party, I'd seen that she'd been in control.. but didn't know what to do with that control. i think this one merely needed to be told what it was she had to do. I bunched the wet panties, and pulled up tightly, eliciting a half shriek, half moan. Her little panties became her leash, and I pulled up and forward, leading her cuffed body through the door into the more quiet area.. where the camera were. After we passed through the door only the torches built into the set provided a soft flickering glow. I pressed the button that brought the intense spotlight up on the stand in the middle, and the door hummed shut.

I brought my young charge up to the bright stand. I released the panties and pushed her forward to lean against the platform. I smacked her ass with my hand and asked "you really don't need this skirt on any more."

She was silent a moment, then stammered very softly, "n-n-no S-Sir"

I chuckled to myself- she was a true submissive, and just hadn't known it yet. I reached out and pulled off the wrap around skirt. The panties were still pulled tight into her ass crack and wet slit, and the cheeks of her ass glowed in the lights. Such a spankable bottom. I heard some whiring sounds over the rasping of her breth. The camera's were changing. Many were watching. I removed her cuffs, this one wouldn't cause me any problems.

The Watchers were an interesting loose group of Dominants. Mostly men, but a few Domme's as well. A capture and inspection were available for them to view live on their computers at home. They could switch views, and change what the camera saw, going in for the closeup. This one was certainly ready for hers. If a captive struck their fancy, they could bid on her for purchase. The money could be considerable, so the organizaion was never at a lack for funds.

I wasn't in for the money, as I had plenty of that. I enjoyed the "wet work" as that's what it normaly was. I did the scouting and picking, along with handling the facilities here and in New York. And as a token for my efforts, I could choose one for my own. I'd dabbled with a few in the past, facilitating training and breaking of the spirit- but none had truly caught my fancy yet. This one here was quite interesting to me however.

I told her to strip.. Which she actually did quickly. I retrieved her wet panties and brought them up to her nose. I saw her breathing quicken, and she inhaled deeply I chuckled, and rubbed them under her nose, since she enjoyed her own fuckscent so much. It was time for some answers tho, a virgin would be trained differently and would fetch quite a pretty penny. I didn't think this one was. An inspection and some questioning would tell the tale. And i had all the time in the world.

I ordered her to get up on the platform, and what position I wanted her in. On her knees, legs spread wide, her ass on her heels, her hands behind her neck thrusting out her small breasts. She broke down, colapsed against the platform and sobbed, "I C-c-c-can't".

I removed my belt with a hissing sound, and she tensed at the sound. I folded the belt, and snapped it against itself with a loud Craaaack. You can always tell when someone's parents belived in corporal punishment with a belt. Just the sound provides quick results. She jumped up and assumed the position, her chest heaving. I walked up and grabbed her chin in my hand, lifiting up her face. Her makeup had run with her tears. As I'd approached, I'd noticed that her thighs where just as wet. Her wet eyes also told tales as well.

"I saw you at the party, little one," I said in a loud voice, "Quite the tease, aren't we. And good at it"

I felt her attempt to shake her head. "So good, that you must know to fuck like a dog in heat?"

She looked at me with the shocked look of someone with their hand in the cookie jar, stunned and not able to speak.

I brought the belt down hard against the platform, near her knee, and only her head flinched, as if she'd expected the blow to land on her, but wasn't about to pull away from it. I was pleased with the reaction, even if the belt only made a dull thump noise. Hard to swing while not looking.

I moved my hand down the center of her, through her small breasts. The intense light from the leftover film equipment was hot, but those nipples were hard as diamonds. I was growing more interested by the moment. I continued my journey down until I reached her clit. Her pussy was open, and I could feel her pulse throbbing her well defined jewel. I pinched it tight- and demanded "How much action HAS this fuck-hole had, slut?"

I listened to the camera under the glass on the platform hum. I thought to myself, "that's a good shot"

and she opened her mouth shakingly to answer...

 

[CuteBrat]

my world seemed to freeze when the "officer" aimed his gun at me...i was so shocked it felt like time was standing still. in slow motion...like a car crash or a movie or something that wasnt MY FUCKING LIFE....i saw the car pull up and the man get out and the door next to me open and his hand reach out and grab some chick's hair...MY FUCKING HAIR...and pull her...pull ME...out of the car. this isnt happening this isnt happening this isnt happening...i could hear myself mutter to myself like a mantra but my mind KNEW it was happening...my pussy KNEW it was happening...i could feel myself get wet....like i could hear my hear beat so loud i assumed everyone else there could hear it to.

i walked...half pulled...half wanting to follow...through the sound stage onto the podium and when he told me to strip i did because partly i was scared...more scared than ive ever beeen in my entire fucking life...more scared than when i was caught shoplifing in 5th grade...more scared than i had ever even imagined being. and also partly because...i wanted to.

and when he told me how to pose...with my legs spread and my breast pushed out like some whore....i just couldnt. part of me wanted to even...a lot of me wanted to even..but i couldnt...i just simply couldnt. but when i heard...heard before i felt...when i heard his belt in the air and i knew...slow mo again...knew it was going to hit me...knew it was going to hurt...knew i was going to scream...knew he was going to laugh...knew i was going to cry...knew ultimately i was going to do what he said...whatever he said...i couldnt move my body. until ultimately i couldnt NOT move my body to be the way he wanted it to be.

and i could see...well more sense than see...the people watching me. watching me naked...watching me with my legs spread...watching me cry....and i knew...knew more powerfully than i had ever known anything ever before...that it was my fault...that it was my will...that it was my fate...and that, ultimately, i was exactly where i deserved to be...

 

[MasterDave]

but of course, what did you think?

I watched her thoughts race.. and she worked out a shakey "yes"

I told her to thrust her breasts out further, and stepped back so the view of her was unobstructed from all angles. Her body shivered, and her head moved around, not being able to see anything past the intense circle of light she was in. My pocket buzzed. I slid the phone out, and read the text message.

from: m to:d
re:51
we just lost half our audience.

I chuckled. Not a virgin, so many didn't want to bid. I never could understand the facination of popping a submissive's womanhood. In this organization, even virgin's would be trained.. tho the maidenhead left intact. It wasn't like she'd not been taken in some way. I just shook my head, and went back forward.

This being earthquake country, there'd had to have been something to secure whatever was on the platform from falling off. I walked up, and slipped open the two compartments on the side, which held large cuffs, and the third that covered the control panel for the winch.

I attached a cuff to each leg, just above the knee. She yelped.. I slowly had the cables retract, pulling her wider, and holding her in place. There was an actual puddle forming under her cunt. This one was quite ready...

 

[CuteBrat]

i felt the cables pulling my legs apart...and all i could think of was playing with the wishbone with my dad...and feeling like i was going to be snapped just like that. it hurt so much...and there already was a throbbing from deep between my hips that i knew had nothing to do with the cable or my legs or wishbones. and i wondered how many people were watching me and what they were thinking...and i was pretty sure WHAT they were thinking...and to my surprise...i found i really liked that.....

 

[CuteBrat]

<<pouting....feeling neglected>>

 

[charlettesaint]

name:joan
age:23
appearence shoulder lenght blond hair green eyes curvy,nice ass 38c boobies
sexual orientation: lesbian

can i join

 

[stockman35]

Name : Rowster
Age : 29

I step forward and show the group the results of my hunt. The girl's arms are tried in white nylon rope, with the loops rubbing just under her titties. "This is Joan and I followed her from the parking garage." I unhook her skirt and push her forward to the metal rack, leaving only her white cotton panties to hide her beaver.

 

[charlettesaint]

as my skirt is pulled off me and im pushed forward blindfolded ,alls i know is id been abducted outside me car in a empty parking deck not sure where i am or why i was taken"Pleaseee why are you doing this i have money please let meee go!

 

[charlettesaint]

as i stand in the room clad only in my bra and panties i here the voices of Men and the moans of at least two women are they captives as i seem to be and why are we here and what is to be my fate ,as i cry and a little embaressed to be near naked in their presence my bra and panties being very sheer and dont hide much.

 

[charlettesaint]

hi

why do they still keep dead threds like this one on here