Kidnapped In A City Lockdown Pt 01

Author's notes: Characters are above 18. The story includes reluctance,kidnapping, light bondage, forced orgasm and over the knee spanking. Is part 1 of 2 series. I hope you enjoy and please be kind with any comments.

John -

John grumbled when he saw a sign posted on his gym's front door. "Closed until further notice due to the corona virus."

Great, I can't go to work nor the gym.

He wandered into the grocery store next to the gym. With nothing but time to kill. He strolled through the isles unlike his usual in and out routine.

A cheery voice caught his ear as he passed the produce section, nearing the deli counter.

Can I help you?

Said the petite girl behind the counter.

Her name tag read "Cassie". She had to be no more then 5 '1. Her chest level with the metal counter. She caught his eye. A tightly bound chestnut colored bun whizzed by as she scurried over to where he neared the counter. She peered at him through protective glasses that made the gold flecks in her light brown eyes pop.

Just looking.

He said in a gruff tone before walking away. He looked back to see her turn away from the counter to wipe down machines.

With 20/20 vision he could easily make out her curves beneath a draping blue smock. She had to be in her early 30's he guessed.

Now this women would make a delightful new slave to occupy my time off.

He mused and reminded himself to come back more discreetly to study her.

John returned a few times to watch this sprightly deli wench. He caught her at a good time.

She stripped off her smock and dashed over to the time clock. Her red and black striped sweater clung to her slight shoulders and muscular back. Those breast protruded even more then he imagined, set above a slimmer waist with some natural curves. Her hips were full, thick thighs narrowed to more slender calves.

God, I Want that ass.

He said under his breath as it swished and jiggled slightly in the snug dark blue jeans. He couldn't help but over hear her phone conversation.

(I can't believe I have to spend my week off without my boyfriend. The nerve of him quoting social distancing. I will be home all alone, bored out of my mind starting tomorrow)

Perfect.

He mumbled beginning his plan to kidnap her and train her as his slave.

She seemed to have the same shift daily. Easy pickings in fact. The quiet residential neighborhood had a curfew and everyone was cooped up in their homes by the time she left work that next day.

Cassie-

I used the bathroom to wash up and packed my work cloths for a long and dull week ahead. I headed down the same few blocks I traveled daily to reach my bus stop. It was especially dark and isolated so I turned on my blue tooth ear buds to listen to the series I downloaded on my phone. I knew the path like the back of my hand. It was a safe neighborhood so no harm in catching up with the latest episode of Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist. I hummed along to one of the shows musical numbers, eyes focused on the screen. I didn't notice a tall looming figure till it was too late.

I felt a large hand clasp over my pale pink lips. Fingers pinching my noise shut. I squirmed furiously to no avail. His long arm curled around my midsection. Pinning my arms to my side. The broad figure held me tight against his sculpted chest till I blacked out.

I awoke, my wrist bound in front of me with soft rope on a strange bed. Blinking away the haze. My head ached. Like hammers crashing against anvils. I groaned, my throat dry and muscles kind of numb. The small bedroom consisted of the day bed I laid on. Black metal bed frame with soft arcing curve. Rounded finial post. Made of what seemed to be sturdy iron. Spacious bars covered three sides. The length of the bed extended only a foot or so then the length of my body. I would be helpless if bound to its metal framework. A small wooden dresser and a plain white marble entertainment stand with a fairly small wide screen T.V. The black computer chair with high back, wide leather seat and curved thick plastic arm rest a top movable wheels seemed out of place, considering there wasn't a desk.

The door creaked open,a large man came into view.

I am glad you are finally awake.

He said in a jovial voice.

I began to panic. Once again realizing I was kidnapped and bound on this strange bed. He strode over to me in a flash and said

Settle down.

His comment stroke more resistance in me as I bolted up. He caught my arm and pulled me back onto the bed. His towering frame laid on the inside while I was tugged down on the outer side. He wrapped his muscular left leg around both of mine. His right arm scooped around both my arms. Pinning me to him. My whole back flush against his front like a python squeezing my body.

I grunted and gasped, trying to wiggle out of this human bondage.

Relax.

He hissed in my ear.

I could feel my chest tighten as I hyperventilated. He clasped one hand around the front of my throat, squeezing his thumb against one carotid artery and his pointer and middle on the other.

I hold your life in my hand, do as I say. I am pressing on your carotid arteries, they supply oxygenated blood to your brain.

I wanted to relax but my body was in fight or flight mode and I was loosing on both ends. I felt like my blood was pulsating in my ear drums. Loud thunderous thumps. My lips tingled and my head felt like it was a expanding balloon. I whimpered, incoherent pleas for release flew from my lips. He seemed to know and lessened his grip on my jugular.

I breathed as deeply as I could and relaxed my body.

Good girl. He praised.

My muscles flexed again and I could sense a smirk curl his lips. He released me. Sat up and slipped off the bed. Standing in front of me.

Wrist.

He uttered in a single command.

I shakily sat up and extended my bound wrist into his outstretched hand. He untied my wrist with a speed and skill I did not expect. He helped me rise to my feet and held me steady for a moment.

Strip. Another single worded command.

My light brown eyes widened, fluttering dark blond lashes. Shocked, speechless.

You slept the whole day. You need a shower.

He said frankly.

John-

John saw the trepidation in her eyes, they watered, her pretty lower lip quivered.

I could have stripped you and left you bound and naked, or woke you with a ice cold shower and forced you to strip off frigid cloths.

A expression of realization colored her appearance.

I waited for her more patiently then I should have. I took a laundry bag from a empty dresser draw and opened it. Indicating to put her clothing in. She sat down on the edge of the bed and not very lady like yanked off each sock. Then unzipped her jeans and wiggled out of them. Depositing those articles in the bag before pulling her sweater over her head and tossing the inside out garment in as well.

I won't repeat myself.

I told her in the harshest tone I could muster.

While eyeing her dark pink cotton bra. A victoria secret tag stuck to the bra strap. A similar pink colored spandex boy short bikini panties clung to her hips.

She seemed extremely reluctant but one look into my almost pitch black, dark brown eyes and she relinquished them. I paused her with one raised palm like a stop sign.

Hand me the bra.

She obeyed immediately before cupping her breast. They sagged ever so slightly once free from the push up bra. I read the tag. 34 D. Tossed it in the bag and took her by her alabaster colored forearm. Her skin was warm in my hand. I could feel the prickling of tiny blond hair as she walked nervously by my side,down the hall to the bathroom. I lifted the classic white lid of the toilet seat and pointed.

Her face turned a gorgeous shade of red. She looked down before gingerly sitting down and using the facilities. Wadding toilet paper and cleaning thoroughly. Flushing before washing her hands.

Her nudity seemed to be of no importance any longer.

She pulled the black hairband out of her messy bun and secured it around her wrist. She shook out stunning long locks of silky chestnut hair. It flowed down her back, past her shoulder blades. Covering the remaining indentations of her bra clasp.

My jaw nearly dropped. I caught such a prize. I thought as I admired her plump bottom and thick thighs. Her skin was practically flawless. I spotted her pink slit as she stepped into the high rimmed tub. The shower curtain was transparent. I unlocked the cabinet under the sink and procured garnier nutrisse shampoo and conditioner as well as a bottle of Nivea Wild Berries and Hibiscus body wash. A puffed loofah and a skintimate quattro, with 4 protected blades and a moisture strip. Placing the bounty on the ledge of the tub before sitting down on the closed toilet seat.

Cassie-

I squirted the body wash onto the loofah and lathered my body. The luscious scent of wild berries balanced the subtle notes of hibiscus. The lather was delightful. I took my time. Glancing over at him slyly. Turning away from him as much as I could.

The steaming water pelting gently on my skin felt amazing. I placed a foot on the rim of the tub and began to shave my legs. Gliding the blade from ankle to knee. Then the other leg. I began to suds my crotch when I heard him say,

Shave like you would at home and don't think you can hurt yourself or me with that shaver. The blades are densely protected.

Hmff

was my only response since the thought of harming either of us never crossed my mind.

Should I shave bald or leave a patch? I asked.

Listen when I speak and you will not ask ridiculous questions.

He snarled.

I switch styles depending on my mood so I ignored his snide remark and left a trimmed brown patch in the shape of a V just above my clit. I shaved my underarms then washed and conditioned my hair. I was about to step out when I caught him smiling.

Looks good, but you will start your diet and exercise plan tomorrow. Protein and veggie smoothie in the mornings, lean protein on whole grain crisp in the afternoon and Variety of salads for dinner. Under my care you will be in the best of health.

My what. First you say I look good then you put me on a diet!

I balked. My tone angrier then I meant it to seem.

Do not sass Me. I am a nutritionist and a medic. I can harm your body and heal it.

That last sentence sent a shiver down my spin.

Now get over my lap.

I tilted my head quizzically.

He understood my expression and explained.

Lay your torso across my lap. Your hips at the edge. Breast can rest on the edge of my other leg.

I did as instructed. Fearing what may come but knowing I did not have a choice. He wrapped his arm around the narrow of my waist, securing me to his lap. Raising his hand high in the air. I heard the whoosh of air before the raw stinging pain crashed down on my bare hiney. I yelped and jerked but he held fast to my waist and I barely moved. Another thunderous wallop crashed down on the opposite cheek. He alternated cheeks for a few more rounds. My rump was on fire, it felt like searing pain covered every inch from the base of my spine to my upper thighs. He stopped. Reached over to a wash cloth dripping water over the edge of the sink. I wondered when he soaked it and laid it in preparation. He picked it up and held it above my reddened ass. I felt a trickle of cold water glide from my spine over the full curves. A few drops crept past my bud,gliding over my slit. Then he placed the cool cloth over both cheeks and let it rest there.

I sighed with relief. It was over and the damp cloth felt splendid. A few minutes later he removed the cloth. Placed his hand gently on the middle of both cheeks. Feeling the residual heat. His pointer finger slipped between the part in my nether lips and brushed my concealed clit. I was in too much of a daze from the spanking and after care to really protest. Not like saying,stop would do anything.

He slipped his middle finger along with his pointer and brushed over it again. Lowering till I felt the pads of his fingertips dabble with the moisture I was dumbfounded to find was there. A unsolicited moan escaped my lips. My body was responding to his touch with enthusiasm. He brushed over my outer labia. Gently parting my lips and nudging my hooded clit. I started to squirm. Partly from being bent over his lap for so long and partly to avoid the embarrassing way my body responded. He clutched my waist again. A chuckle came from his throat as he continued to toy with my sex. He cupped his hand over my sex from between my parted thighs. A spacing with his left thigh and my squirming caused my thighs to part for him. His thumb dipped into my cove. His other fingers rubbed my labia and shifted over my clit. His middle finger focused solely on my clit. Driving me wild. The pressure and speed of his hand was phenomenal. He twisted his hand to dip 2 thick fingers into my wanton pussy. I moaned louder.

Don't move He said huskily.

Before slipping his hand free from my waist and moving it under my belly to settle on my clit.

Is he kidding? I thought.

I was so close to cumming. Could I really get away naked, on shaky legs from this hulk of a man, from god knows where I am. The thought vanished from my mind when he picked up speed and pounded my pussy with those two fat fingers. I was so tight but his double digits filled me to perfection. He rubbed my clit after pulling back the hood. I grabbed his right calf to hold myself to his lap. My hips bucking and writhing. I grunted like a wild beast. Droplets of sweat glistened on my back. I could feel my pussy squeeze his fingers before I went slack and panted.

John-

I smiled down at her. My fingers drenched in her juice. "I know what girls need. She broke so easily. Unabashed nudity, wanton sex. I just need to work on her flippant attitude. I think I am going to enjoy this pandemic enforced confinement." John thought to himself.

The end... for now.