The Secretary's Kidnapping

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I was walking back to my office when I was suddenly grabbed from behind. I tried to scream, but a large, calloused hand covered my mouth. I struggled, but a heavily accented voice said, "Don't struggle, bitch. This is what Kyle wants."

Kyle? My boss? What could he have to do with this? Sure, I'd been fucking Kyle for the last two months, but I didn't think he was disappointed in me. I was wild and I had a tight pussy. What was he doing? What had I done to anger him?

"The boss'll sure like you. You're exactly what he would like to fuck but can't find. Maybe the others'll like you, too."

The boss? The others? Surely it couldn't be Kyle. He had said in the beginning that there were no others and there would be no others.

I was so sure Kyle and I had something special. What was going to happen to me, I wondered, as the man holding me captive dragged me away.
 
Kyle

"Where is he already?" I hissed to myself, pacing wildly around my office desk. "It's been nearly an hour! How long could it take to follow her down and snatch her up once she'd finished her lunch?". I was starting to get nervous. I was taking a lot of chances and breaking a lot of laws doing what I was doing, but the money would make it more than worth it. Not to mention I was assured that I could still fuck my lovely, soon to be former secretary as often as I wanted. Providing, of course, that I was in that part of the world.

Another ten minutes went by and then two knocks followed by three more. It was Vincent, at long last. Hopefully, with her.

I unsnicked the lock on the door and he drug her inside my office. I shut the door quickly behind, but hardly anyone ever ventured up to the floor I was located. Her body was draped rather limply in his massive arms and I knew that he'd most likely had to drug her. As her laid her out on the leather sofa, her slinky skirt rode high up on her shapley thigh, exposing her leg almost up to her hip. I knew that I would have to fuck her at least a few more times before they came to take her away..
 
Samantha's Awakening

I shook my head slowly, trying to figure out why I felt so disoriented. I realized I was staring at the ceiling.
I sat bolt upright, realizing I was in Kyle's office. I looked around for him.

There he was, smiling sardonically at me. "Well, Samantha, you're going to make me a very rich man. I wouldn't have done it, but I was made an offer I couldn't refuse."

I glared at him. "Kyle, I don't know what you're up to, but you have five seconds to start explaining. Otherwise, I quit. I'm not playing your little game."

His gaze hardened. "This isn't a game, Samantha." He indicated Vincent. "And Vincent can explain better than I can."

Vincent licked his lips. "Before I explain, I think I'd like to eat her pussy."

I cringed. Surely Kyle wouldn't let this happen.

"She's all yours, Vincent," Kyle replied and I gasped as Vincent reached down to pull up my skirt.

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We need a man to take the role of Vincent and three other men who can take the roles of the sultans -- Rashid, Khalil, and Omar.
We have Kyle and Samantha. If you think you'd be interested. email me at waterlily2000_23@hotmail.com.
 
Kyle

I could tell by Samantha's expression that she was sure I was joking. After all, we'd been seeing each other for sometime and our relationship had been romantic as well as sexual. Times change. I walked over to her as Vincent stood to the side gazing at my gorgeous secretary longingly. Wickedly. I bent down and kissed her sweet lips long, soft, and deep. Stroking her long, brown hair off of her perfect face so I could look into her eyes, I touched my nose to hers, cute and upturned, and whispered "take off your panties". She blinked at me dumbly. She couldn't believe I was making her do this in front of Vincent. Her knees closed together.

"I SAID TAKE OFF YOUR PANTIES...NOW!!!" My face was near purple as I shouted in Samantha's ear, and she immeadiately started crying as she yanked her skirt up to her waist and started pulling down the black lace panties she wore. I laughed a little, as I had gotten them for her as an 'I love you' gift. Once off, I commanded her to give them to Vincent. With trembeling hand, she did as instructed.

"Now, sit back and spread yourself open for Vincent. Go on. He's a buisness partner of mine and we share ALL of our secrets. Give him a good view.." Vincent was deeply sniffing the aroma from her panties which he was holding right against his pug nose. Humiliated, Samantha opened her smooth, shapley legs wide and held her high heeled feet in the air, offering both Vincent and myself full view of both her pussy and asshole...
 
Samantha

I continued to cry as Vincent and Kyle stared at my pussy and ass.
Vincent kneeled down and began sniffing my pussy like a dog. I knew Kyle had to be watching. How could he do this to me?

Vincent flicked his tongue over my slit. I clamped my lips together, determined to not let either Kyle or Vincent know how this was affecting me.

"Look, man, she's wet," I heard Vincent mutter. He was right, I was wet. My pussy was almost gushing my warm juices.

Vincent pushed his tongue into my wet pussy, and I heard him moan in pleasure. I looked over to see Kyle furiously fisting his cock and staring at me.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh," I moaned, feeling Vincent's tongue brush my clit.

"Like that, you little slut?" Vincent snapped, lifting his head from my throbbing pussy. I nodded mutely, then looked at Kyle.

"Please, Kyle," I whimpered, "please fuck me. I need your big hard cock in my tight little pussy."

Kyle yanked down his pants and boxers and stepped toward me, the lust in his eyes apparent to see.

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Vincent is rough. Rashid is cruel. Khalil is romantic. Omar is nasty and talks dirty to Samantha. If you think you can play a sheik and have that characteristic, I invite your email. waterlily2000_23@hotmail.com
 
Vincent rose, wiping the juice that had run down his lip. He had been waiting for that since he saw her, it wasn't that bad. She was a nice little slut, or would be soon.
Vincent walked around, sitting in a chair. It was better when he just watched, he loved to watch. He had been watching Kyle fuck his secretary for months, but only on video or behind one way mirrors. This was the first time he was in the same room. The smell of sex filled his nostrils as he relaxed, watching it unfold.
Tonight would be a night she wouldn't forget, and tomorrow... tomorrow would be even better.
 
Kyle

I went over to where Samantha lay panting and grinned down at her. "Strip for me" I said, and she knew I wasn't kidding. In just a few minutes, my sexy secretary was totally naked. Her body was absolutely to die for, and before too long, she might wish for death.

"Bend over my desk. Legs wide and face the window. Give Vincent a real good look at that beautiful ass you have". Sniffeling, she hesitantly did as I told her. Leaning forward onto her elbows, her ample tit flesh hung and jiggled with her every move, and her rounded cheeks parted all on their own. I took the place behind her I'd been so many times in the past few months, between her legs, and thrust my cock deep inside her hot, sopping wet cunt. "AHHHHHH....yeahhhh....such a good little slut, aren't you Sam?" I questioned her while I pistoned. Her fuck hole made moist, slurpy sounds as I slapped my hips hard against her soft, curvy ass. I knew she would cum soon. She always did...
 
Samantha

I tried to keep my pleasure from showing, but no such luck. I moaned and screamed as Kyle shoved his big hard cock into my hot cunt.

Vincent came around the desk and put his big cock in my face again. I swallowed it without hesitation and Vincent put his hand on my head, fucking my face.

Kyle was such a skillful lover and the way he was fucking me was a little different. It was rougher, more insistent than the gentle, sweet way he usually made love to me.

All of a sudden, Kyle rammed his hard cock up my ass. I pulled Vincent's dick out of my mouth and screamed in pain.

"Got to prepare her, Kyle," Vincent said, smirking. "The boss wants her ready, ya know."

After about an hour, Kyle began fucking my face and Vincent was slamming his cock into either my ass or my cunt.

The two were spent and exhausted, and finally, Kyle let go of me. I collapsed to the floor, in pain. I could be pregnant or have some kind of awful disease. I wished I could just die, and then Vincent said, "Well, Kyle, should I let her pack anything before I get her on that plane to Al Bayan?"

Plane? Al Bayan? Wasn't that the small desert country that was ruled by that cruel sultan Rashid who kept a harem -- oh, God, no. Surely Kyle hadn't sold me into a harem!

"Maybe you should."

"And I can fuck her on the plane, too. Come on, bitch. We can't keep the boss waiting forever."


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Thanks, Poolhive!
 
He pushed her, rather forcefully towards the door. Inside the elevator, he let her straighten out her clothes. He personally didn't care if she was stark naked or not, but that might arous suspicion. He kept a good hold of her arm as he walked over to his car.
"Get in," she did as she was told. Vincent started up the car, and they were off. After a few blocks out, Vincent felt his erection getting up again. His hand moved over, roughly cupping her breasts. He had a very hungry look in his eyes. His hand moved from her chest to the back of her neck. His pants were already unzipped, and something was peeking out.
"Come on, you know what to do, how well you do it depends on how rough I am on the plane. Don't worry, we'll take the long way to your house."
 
Kyle

I was still naked from the waist down as I plopped down satisfied into the plush, leather chair behind my desk. Out of my window fifteen stories up, I had an amazing view of the city. Just at the horizon line I could make out where the ocean started. I smiled.

I took my cock in my hand. It felt warm and heavy, still partially hard from the fuck session I'd just finished with Samantha. Stroking it a few times it started to stiffen, and I suddenly wished she were here again so she could suck it in that expert way that she had. No one gave a blow job like Sam.

My meat was still slipperey, drenched in cum and covered with my 'former' secretary's cunt and ass juice. There was something nice, something familiar about the way it smelled, but I quickly put any and all romantic attachments I might still feel out of my mind. Buisness was buisness, and Rashid and I had organized this 'deal' soon after Samantha and I had returned from Jamaica. It was there that he'd seen us at the resort, and first approached me when I was alone at the bar. At first I dismissed his 'proposal' as rediculous; after all, this was my girlfriend and we were starting to get serious. But when I realized he wasn't kidding, and the amount of money he was talking about, I let my greed get the better of me. With that kind of cash, I could have any woman I wanted. Many of them.

I let go of my swollen dick and filled my hand with the phone instead. After listening to various operators, my call was finally compleated. " Vincent just left with her. She's on her way.." I said unfeelingly to the man on the other side of the world..
 
Samantha

I leaned down and sucked Vincent's cock for all I was worth. He shot his load down my throat within minutes.

In my house, I gathered a few of my dresses and some sexy lingerie. I picked up a hot pink garter belt with the matching panties and bra and sighed. Kyle had given me that ensemble, and I realized that I had fallen in love with him.

"Vincent," I said.

"Yes?"

"Could you take me back to the office? I want to say goodbye to Kyle."

"Well, I can't see how it'll do any harm. The boss won't mind waiting, I guess. Rashid's very patient, but he can be cruel."

Cruel wasn't the way to describe His Highness, the Sultan Rashid Khan of Al Bayan. Not from what I'd read about him. He was brutal and ruthless. The women in his harem were supposedly terrified of him. But he was about to face up to me, and as an American, I wasn't afraid of anything -- including a sultan who thought he was so high and mighty.

But Kyle had to know how I felt. Before I left, I had to let him know.

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I need responses! Rashid is about to enter the story! I need a Rashid!
 
Vincent drove into the car lot, turning off the engine.
"You've got ten minutes, you aren't back in this car, I might just take a little trip over to your sister's place..."
There was a coldness in his tone, he kept his eyes on her, coldly.
"Ten minutes, starting.... now."
 
Kyle

I was surprised when Samantha showed up at my door again, only this time she had a spatter of drying cum running down her chin. "Come in, angel. I was just thinking about you..about us". I said it so sincerely I fooled myself, and as she came around to the other side of my desk she saw that I was still naked from the waist down. "suck it for me, baby...please. Daddy needs his girl to take care of it for him. Just like you used to". At first my ex secretary appeared aloof, but upon seeing my hardened shaft fell to her knees in front of me. "Please" I begged, "...suck it Sam.." and she did. For all she was worth.

Her pretty face bobbed up and down swallowing my eight inch length easilly; she was like a snake that could unhinge it's jaw or something. I felt my bulbous head touching against the back of her throat and Samantha made a muffled gagging sound but did not lose hold. It wasn't long before I was shooting another hot, thick load into her slurping mouth. She was greedy and gulped down every drop I could muster. Lookung up at me like a wounded pet, a little fear in her blue eyes as if asking for help. I smiled at her and picked up my cel phone, notifying Vincent that the package was now ready for delivery...
 
Samantha's Request

I looked up at Kyle, wanting to cry. Then I tried to change his mind by straddling his lap and riding him.

His head fell back as I fucked him hard.

"Sam . . ." he groaned.

The phone rang. Without slowing down, I reached over and slapped the button for the speaker phone.

Vincent's voice came over the speaker. "Damn it, Kyle, I just got off the phone with the boss. He says either quit fucking the slut or come with her to Al Bayan. Hurry it up and make up your mind. I ain't got all day!"

The line went dead. I looked at Kyle with pleading in my blue eyes. I slowed my hips and then ground them down against his pelvis as hard as I could, the way I knew Kyle liked it.

"So, what will it be Kyle? Will you come with me?" I asked hope-fully.

I saw Kyle's eyes narrow in thought and awaited his answer.
 
Kyle

My cock still burried deep inside her hot, mushy fuck hole I grasped her firmly by the shoulders and shook her to attention. " You don't have any idea what's going on, do you slut? Huh? Do you know what kind of fucking situation you're about to find yourself in? I swear to God, Sam..you act like we're going to go on vacation somewhere.." My yelling trailed off and I stood. Samantha fell off my lap and landed hard on her magnificent ass, legs splayed open wide. Man, she had a fuckable cunt, and it was pretty, too.

Softening a little out of nostalgia, I looked deep in her firey blue eyes as I stooped next to her. " I've sold you Samantha. Sold you to be a sex slut to some fucking schiek because he offered me so much fucking money that I couldn't say no. Understand? No more fancy clothes! No more fucking anything for you except FUCKING!! " I stood, drew up my pants and paced around my former secretary. I knew that Victor would be waiting, as was the plane. Sam's jaw was open and her eyes glazed; staring at nothing and saying nothing. I continued, " You want me to go..FINE! I'll go. It'll be real nice..just like old times. Except for the part when the fucking schiek and all his horny schiek buddies start fucking your cunt and ass like they're drilling for arab oil. Yeah, sure..I'll go. Maybe I can show him a trick or two like that thing you do with your toes...it'll be fun, won't it Samantha? C'mon. Get your fucking, slut ass up and lets move. He and his guys don't like to be kept waiting".

Zombielike, Samantha stood and brushed her freshly styled chestnut hair away from her face. Her skirt was bunched and gathered on the left thigh to just below her pussy hair, and she was unaware so I didn't say anything. She'd have to get used to being naked and on display soon enough...
 
"God damnit," he said as Kyle got in the car.
"You know this is going to complicate things. She's like a fucking puppy, trying to hold onto you. Shit," Vincent sped out of the parking lot heading for the airport.
"She missed you, didn't she?"
He cursed, this wasn't how he did business. The woman isn't supposed to bring someone, she'll attach to him like glue. Then, he'll have to work twice as hard just to get her away from him.
After a long ride they finally made it to the airport. It was mostly silent. A single plane stood at the corner of the field.
Vincent got onto the plane. After they had gotten themselves comfortable he went into the cockpit. A few buttons here, and wham, the plane was speeding down the runway.
They were on there way.
 
Samantha

As the car stopped and Kyle forcibly dragged me out and toward the airplane, I sighed forlornly. So, this wasn't one of Kyle's elab-orate jokes.

A harem slut? No, I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. But it looked like I was going to have to -- until the sultan tired of me.

In the plane, Vincent handed me a bag. "Put these on, slut. You have to look like you belong when we get you to the palce."

Without arguing, I took the bag and went into the small bathroom. I put on the sleeveless green silk tunic which bared my taut stomach and the matching silk harem pants which clasped low on my hips. Then I took the sheer green veil, wound it around my head and across my nose and mouth, and fastened it in place with an emerald clasp that was in the bag. Barefoot, I stepped out of the bathroom -- and found Kyle examining a small, delicate pair of gold sandals.

I snatched them from him and put them on. I didn't miss the look of appreciation in Kyle's eyes, or the lustful look in Vincent's.

"Who is your boss, Vincent?" I had to know.

"I have three -- Rashid, of course, and his brothers, Khalil and Omar. And they all use the same harem."

Oh, God. I was going to be used by more than one!

Kyle came toward me and reached for the hook and eye closure in the back of my tunic.

"Don't tear her clothes!" Vincent snapped. "That's the only set I have on board!"

Kyle ignored him and eased the tunic down my arms, baring my tits. I raised them to his face, knowing what was coming. . .
 
Kyle

I cupped Samantha's succulant tit's in my hands and kissed her deeply; I felt her sigh and I knew that I still had control over her. I massaged her magnificent globes twisting and tugging on the stiff, pink nipples, and I saw her eye's loll a bit in resignation. "Turn around for me, Sam.." I said and she did so without question. Even as my secretary she had always been excellent at following instructions. With her sandled feet spaced wide apart (even Samantha's feet were pretty), I was getting ready to pull down the silken pants when I noticed a hidden 'flap' which ran vertically from the waistband front to back. Opening the filmy fabric fully exposed her cunt and ass. 'That schiek must be one horny bastard' I thought to myself. Sam was asking something about the flight attendants, hired help being allowed to see her naked, and I told her not to worry "After I get done and then Vincent, they're all going to be allowed to fuck you too".

Samantha was leaning against one of the seats and Vincent walked up beside her, his huge dick already out and harddened. He took her hand and wrapped her slim fingers around his meat which she did without question; and then began to slowly stroke his hard on. I moved closer behind my former secretary and slid my throbbing shaft into her moist fuck hole. Her pussy was soaked and more than ready for a good, hard fuck, so I gave it to her. Ramming as deep inside as I could and making her struggle to catch her breath. Another cock appeared next to her other hand and she took hold of that one as well; jerking both off while I continued to fuck her ruthlessly. 'Good' I mused, 'She's already learning to be a good slut..'
 
Samantha

I sighed as Kyle continued to give me a good, hard fucking, then took turns sucking the two cocks in front of my face.

After the orgy was over, I collapsed back into my seat and straightened my clothes. I realized I was wearing the traditional clothes of the Middle East, except for the robes.

Vincent sat down, idly stroking his cock and flipping through a magazine. Kyle sat down and kissed me tenderly, then handed me a photograph.

It showed an olive-complected man, astride a black stallion. He was wearing colorful flowing robes and a headdress. This ob-viously had to be Rashid.

"Rashid?" I asked. Kyle nodded.

Then I was subjected to the mercy of two large black men, flight attendants. They pawed me and one lifted me up, lowered the pants and sat me on his hard cock. I bounced up and down, thrilled by the huge black cock in my little white pussy. I sucked the other one's cock, knowing I would be punished if I didn't do as told.

After they left, I sat down again and Vincent handed me a heavy white robe. "Put this on. The plane is about to land and you need to be decently covered."
 
Kyle

As Samantha stood and fumbled with the robe, I took sadistic pleasure in the spreading wet spot on her garments from all of the various loads of cum inside her oozing out. My former secretary and girlfriend was exactally what Rashid and his arab buddies were looking for; a beautiful, white american girl with a tight cunt who was a slut that they could turn into an even bigger slut. She brushed her hair back off her face and pulled up the hood. " Better put these on, too " I said and handed her the gold sandles. She slipped them onto her pretty feet without questioning, and I suddenly found myself wanting her again.

" Here.." was all I said and freed my swelling meat, offering the head still slimey with her juice and my cum to her to suck. to satisfy. Her as well as me. The 'fasten seat belts' sign lit and Samantha bowed, lowering her face onto me and swallowing my massive shaft in one, effortless gulp. I heard the landing gear being lowered while she bobbed and slurped hungerly, and before too long I filled her mouth with my sperm in thick, hot gushes. We touched down just as she was swallowing the last of my load and I reached down and patted her soft, shapley ass. " Welcome to paradise, slut.." I sneered...
 
Samantha in the Middle East

I pulled the veil over my face and sighed inaudibly. I was about to be presented to a cruel sheik and his brothers.

Vincent pulled me out of the plane to another waiting limo with tiny Al Bayan flags flying from it. He pushed me inside and Kyle followed. Then he climbed in.

Suddenly, I heard a smooth, slick voice speaking in the Al Bayan tongue, Bayanian. Then I heard the click of a flip phone being snapped shut. Then the smoky window in front of us lowered, and the same voice said in heavily accented English, "Welcome to Al Bayan, Samantha."

I realized my eyes were shut and opened them. An olive-skinned man was looking at me over the glass. A scar ran across one cheek and the look in his dark eyes was openly cruel.

"Ahh, Kyle. I see you have joined our little slut. Very well, one more man will make it all the more enjoyable, and I'm sure Khalil and Omar will be pleased as well. The only problems with my brothers is that Khalil likes to give gifts and Omar is decidedly...shall we say rough?"

"What about you?" I whispered in a choked voice. Rashid looked at me sharply.

"Were you given permission to speak, whore?"

Kyle suddenly squeezed my hand and jumped to my defense. "She is an American, Rashid. You have to let her speak at times."

Rashid sighed. "Since you asked, I will tell you. If you refuse to submit, I will rape you. And I will take great pleasure in doing so. You will wear the traditional clothes. You will eat the tra-ditional food. And you will warm my bed when I want. I have wanted to see what that pussy felt like ever since Jamaica."

He leaned back and lit a long cigar. "Now, tell me, Kyle. What is our Samantha like in bed?"

I waited to see what Kyle would say....

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Help! I still need some shieks!
 
Kyle

I grinned. Nobody knew better that I what a great piece of ass Samantha was. " Show your new 'owner' your horny pussy, slut " and as I spoke the command I undid the top of her frock to expose my secretarys full, rounded breasts. They strained against the thin, see thru fabric and her nipples were standing at full attention. Samantha opened her legs and pulled them up clasping herself around the knees to keep them spread wide. As she did this the hidden slit parted and displayed her wet, well fucked cunt and ass hole for all of us to see. Even the driver, a common servant, was stealing looks in the rear view mirror. Samantha simply obeyed and hung her head a bit. She loved to fuck, but such a display of her private parts was humiliating even for her.

" Let me just tell you, Rashid..her pussy is like nothing you've ever felt in your life.." I had my hands on her cunt now spreading open her slippery labia; cum was oozing out thickly. " Look at all this cum..Samantha here's been fucked about a dozen times in the last ten hours, and given just about as many blow jobs. And she loved it. She's a horny fuck with a tight cunt who can't get enough cock..I'll bet she'd love to do all three of you schieks at once. One in each of her tight, little holes..wouldn't you like that Sam...??? " All eyes were on my exgirlfriend waiting for her to respond, a puddle of cum under her ass and her nipples growing even harder...
 
Samantha's Sheiks

I raised my head and stared straight into Rashid's glinting eyes. "Yes," I replied. I heard Kyle's sharp intake of breath.

Rashid smiled. "Really, Samantha? Maybe that can be arranged."

"I love to have my pussy and ass fucked. I love to suck cock. Provided that I'm still allowed to fuck Kyle from time to time, Rashid --"

"Your Highness," he snapped. I whispered, "Your Highness."

"We'll have to see about Kyle. You are part of a harem now -- we might not want Kyle to experience your favors anymore."

Kyle gasped. "Rashid, you have to realize I'm the reason Samantha is here. You can't do that!"

Rashid turned cruel eyes on Kyle. "You were a couple, Kyle, you and Samantha. I remember how you refused to sell her at first, saying that she meant so much to you. Obvously not enough, or you wouldn't be here now. Tell me, Kyle, do you still love Saman-tha?"

I saw Kyle's face soften slightly, and I waited breathlessly for his answer . . .
 
The arrival

So this was the way my American bitch was to be presented to me was it? Apparently Kyle didn't understand the rules very well - what belongs to Rashid belongs to only Rashid. Perhaps the pig needed a few days in the hareem kitchen with that dyke cook to teach him some manners. I turned away from the video display of what was going on in the airplane and gave instructions to Achmed. Kyle and Vincent would regret using what was mine and the flight attendants would soon be joining their ancestors as desert dung.
The lovely Samantha, on the other hand, was about to be introduced to the pleasure of pain in ways she had never dreamed possible. We would start by having the other sluts in the hareem bathe her and annoint her with perfume and spice. She would be pampered and massaged and led to believe her destiny was as close to heaven on earth as mortal women might dream of. The preparations would take several days while my brothers and I readied the dungeon. The decent from heaven to hell would indeed be a journey to remember.........
 
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