Friday 22 June 2012

Role Play
The Abduction 
part 3

I stood up and over C, very pleased with my work. I tidied myself, straightening clothes and hair alike. Looking into the mirror I assessed the damage to my lip which was throbbing in time with my racing heart. The swelling had already started. I turned back to face C, she was motionless save for heaving chest, her breathing laboured and rapid. I almost felt sorry for her, my little fuck-doll.
I poked my head into the adjoining room and found it empty. I approached C, and, while slapping her healthily on the cheek announced our departure.
“Time for you and me to take a little drive sweety... Somewhere nice and private, where no-one will her your cries as I stuff you full of cock”
I was definitely starting to feel a little frisky. My blood at a veritable boil. Perhaps the Viagra was starting to run its course; I wasn’t too familiar with its modus operandi, all I knew was that it made dicks hard under almost any circumstance. Whatever, I’d let C be the judge of that when I unleashed it. See how she liked it.
I dragged C from the relative sanctuary of her bed and tossed her over my shoulder, like you would a sack of potatoes. She didn’t weigh much, either that or the adrenalin careening through me made her so. Clamping her legs into me allowed her very little room to move, let alone strike out. She protested into the stripey knickers, but they paid almost no attention. I was thrilled with this, let’s face it, pretty archaic form of hushery. It really did the trick.
Now, it was time to enter the most dangerous phase of the game (by my reckoning)- the extraction and transportation of this bound and gagged hard-body. Leaving only ruffled bed linen as indication, I moved toward the back door swiftly. The fact that Heike wasn’t around did cross my mind. Pausing briefly in the doorway I made sure of my footing and surveyed the surrounding houses, none of which had a particularly good view of our position, at least not until we passed down the side of the house. Some exquisite timing meant that it was near dusk, quite late in this part of the world, mostly folk would be inside and lounging.
I navigated the steps without fault and didn’t stop on route. C struggled, squirming a little as we approached the van. I guess, from her position, she could see and was coming to terms with what would be her prison for the next while. The closer we got the more she protested. I slung her into the van rather indiscriminately, eager to remove her from view. The mattress softened the blow I was sure, but she would no doubt be uncomfortable. She didn’t go quietly, lashing out with her feet. Her heels thudded deeply into my quad with venom. I fell again on top of her in an attempt to contain and subdue the little firebrand. She looked decidedly unimpressed and continued to strain at the bit. I managed to force her into the fetal position, pinning her down with my bulk, and, holding her legs in place with one arm, plunged the other hand down the back of her jama bottoms. I fumbled around roughly and found her crease, without pause I fingered her, unceremoniously.. forcing fingers into her abruptly... 2, 3, 4.  Her cunt was warm and wet. It was easy. Her breathing became more modified, falling in line with my slow, but deliberately aggressive plundering. “Calm... the fuck... down”. I could have fucked her right there. I felt my dick swelling, I needed to remove the box. I extricated digits from C and held her legs in place, then, quickly closed the doors, like you would to keep an excitable dog from escaping. Trapped in the darkness I could more than vaguely make out her muffled screams. That would be a major concern when stopped, in built up areas and such. I panicked a bit and slapped on the back door panels. C responded, kicking out from the inside. Shit.. that was loud. For a moment I started to think this was a very a bad idea. Breathing in sharply I gathered my thoughts and courage. As I turned to my right I noticed someone, peripherally, and looked back to see Heike standing there, at the corner of the house. How long had she been there? What had she seen? She hit me with a wry smile and gave me a thumbs up.. what a dirty bitch I said to myself, returning the smile before rounding the vehicle and jumping into the driving seat. Never had the driving seat carried so much weight, so much responsibility. The gravity of the situation was not lost on me. Again I offered myself a last chance to bail out. “This really is it” I said to myself. Start driving and commit to the game, 100%. Hesitation lasted a mere few seconds before I disengaged the hand-brake, but those few seconds born in me some of the most intense feelings of apprehension and anxiety I’ve ever experienced. Yet still, we move on.
Turning the key triggered a near epiphany, as the stayed and chilling hand of control brushed over me. Nothing can go wrong. Nothing, can go wrong. I put my foot down and sealed our fate. The desire to enter C overwhelmed all else.
Into the quiet residential street we rolled.
Snapping out of my state I realised the butchers’ mit was still on. So deliriously focused, I hadn’t noticed. Removing it I placed it in the storage unit above the visor, easily accessible. I removed the box that had protected my bits, and sighed out loud as they relaxed, enjoying freedom from sweaty constraint. I massaged my semi-swollen shaft, as if to alert it of impending action. It does have a mind of its own after all, although I doubt it needed reminding. Self indulgence is such a delightful way to reduce tension.
Initially, the music remained off. Instead I listened intently for any noises coming from behind the panelled wall. I had no visual contact with C, so it was my ears that best communicated her condition. I noticed it was when taking right turns that C became most vocal. I figured that it was during this manoeuvre that her weight shifted onto her back, trapping and pinching her arms and wrists. It concerned me mildly, enough to take any rights at wider berth and lower speeds. I didn’t want to hurt her, other than by provocation, and my meat. After sometime we hit the motorway. Darkness was well and truly upon us. I remained in the outside lane and maintained speed limit. I ran through my plan ad nauseam. Some music I thought, might relax the mood of captive and captor. It was hardcore hour on a certain pirate radio station that was #3 on my preselect. Amazingly enough the gravelly tones and aggressive drum kicks struck a chord with our adventure, and, melting into the background of my thoughts became a remarkably soothing sound-track. I wondered if C thought so. I felt like calling out, querying her approval. But refrained.
The drive was largely uneventful. Time passed very quickly, quicker than it had previously. When the exit sign came into view my heart swelled, as did my throat. I felt a little ill as a rush of blood thumped rhythmically into my neck and head, intensity increasing with each pulse. I postulated that this must be what a serial killer feels prior to their first kill. It wasn’t pleasant. Akin to the uncontrolled queasiness that signalled the oncoming of a very strong pill. The ones that used to be available. A long time ago.  Either way, it disturbed me. I could have pulled over then and there and purged my stomach. Was this the Viagra?
Subduing the ill by squinting and opening the window, I soldiered on. We were almost there.
Taking a left at the roundabout the lights passed over the sign that indicated our destination was close. 2 ½ miles away. Blood pounded through my system so fast and loud I could swear that it was audible in the back. It felt likely I would pass out before arriving. I couldn’t put my head between my legs, like the nurse tells you too, so instead I wiggled my toes inside my boots and tapped my feet. Breathe.
Was it really worth all this? Was C experiencing the same misgivings? I fucking hope not. Breathe.
The open window helped. Wind in the face is a beautiful thing. Maybe that’s why dogs stick their heads out the window, because they suffer car sickness. It sure as hell works.
By the time I’d wrangled my guts and grey matter, the turn-off into the forest was upon us. It looked rather more ominous and foreboding than it did last night. The smell of pine infiltrated my senses, a therapeutic tonic. This sustainable paper forest was a serenely beautiful place I thought, to carry out such perverted and deviant acts. The impenetrable stillness and dark of night was about to be punctured with sounds of unfettered sexual gratification, some invited and welcome, others endured and forced upon. It crossed my mind that this wasn’t the first time gratuitous sex had been practiced in these parts. They would certainly invite the adventurous, day or night. 
And so it was, I rolled deeper into the woods, down a side track barely wide enough to pass, toward a small opening surrounded by trees in various states of maturity. Here in this place, our limits would be tested. Boundaries, already stretched, were about to be strained to breaking point, and beyond. 
And didn't we deserve it...

4 comments:

Mrs. M said...

Oh I do believe you enjoy the torture of making us wait every bit as much as I know you must have enjoyed your journey over to the dark side!!

both.hands.please said...

You are quite right Mrs.M. I do, and I did. And I'm hoping you enjoy the torture as much as I.

Cheeky Minx said...

Yes, you're a cruel man teasing this (and us) out with such deliberate detail, bhp.

Even crueller still, the intensely sexy accompanying image...

both.hands.please said...

Says you Minx.. the doyenne of tease and torture through word and image alike.
Now you know how your followers feel.

And I'm smiling inside and out.