Donna just had to learn if her husband Roger cared for her as much as he claimed. They had been married five years. Donna knew that Roger had never physically strayed but in the last few months he allowed his eyes to follow the forms of every female between the ages of sixteen and sixty that passed by. Some nights he was not interested in making love. Donna thought it was not because her husband was tired from working too hard. Donna recalled bitterly that Roger no longer left her the sweet love notes he used to and she knew that he had remembered her birthday at the last minute. Her present had been a gift certificate. A gift certificate!
Donna had held her temper and not let Roger catch the bitter disappointment she felt. Donna wondered, if the chips were down, would her husband still sacrifice heaven and earth for her? His inheritance gave her fertile mind an idea. She would test her husband's devotion. If he came through she would shower him with love, fulfill any sexual desire he asked for and she would chalk his roving eye up to familiarity and a lack of passion and imagination in lovemaking on her part. She felt her plan would also prove if Roger did not love her. If that were true, better lose a few thousand now and divorce him rather than trying to mend the fabric of a marriage too threadbare to be saved.
Roger's maternal aunt had passed away. Roger had inherited a tidy but not extravagant sum which was sitting in their bank account. The question was what to do with it. Donna and Roger had a nice home. They had thought that they would have children by now but Donna had trouble getting pregnant. Despite two miscarriages, her doctors said there was nothing really wrong with her. The did advise total bed rest the next time she conceived however. With no children yet it seemed premature to lock the money away in an account for the next eighteen years. Their mortgage was not onerous and they were able to more than meet their needs on Roger's and her own salary. Roger did not want to blow through it with a lot of luxury purchases, something Donna thought wise, still a few thousand of it being used to see if Roger still desired her? That was a very wise use of the money Donna told herself.
Donna considered other factors for Roger's lack of attentiveness. It was not her own looks, Donna thought. She had long brown hair and a trim figure. She weighed just ten pounds more than she had on her wedding day. But she had been working out like a dynamo for the last two years to be in the best possible shape she could be in when Roger got her pregnant again. Donna had long legs and, in one consistency of their time together, Roger still smacked her cute butt lovingly. Her friends said that her crystal blue eyes were her best feature but Donna though it was her rather nice tits. She knew that she still turned OTHER men's heads. Why couldn't she turn Roger on like she used to?
Donna thought that she had devised the perfect plot. She would hire someone or some group to kidnap her! If Roger came up with the money immediately his love was true. If he dawdled or worse refused to pay, then she had her answer didn't she? Donna cruised Craig's List and some shadier places on the internet. After a week or so of internet hunting, Donna thought that she had found the perfect co-conspirators. They were a husband and wife team who fulfilled the desire of people who had a fetish for being kidnapped. Their rates were really reasonable. Donna called the number listed and spoke to the female half of the pair. Donna felt an instant connection with the woman and the two were soon chatting away and gabbing like old friends.
Roger got the call on his office phone. At first he thought it a crank call but the male voice was insistent and had a lot of personal information that Roger knew could not have been gleaned from the internet or other sources. Roger stayed on the line and it all came out. How he and his wife ran a kidnapping wish fulfillment business and how they had been contacted by Donna. At first, Roger was concerned as he listened and then he heard the male voice on the phone say some delightful things and Roger began to laugh along with him. Roger was sick to death of Donna's endless asking him if he loved her. Roger assuredly did. It was only normal for passions to cool with time. His recent reticence in the marital bond had more to do with business pressures and Donna's impossible standards in the bedroom. Sometimes a guy just wanted uncomplicated sex. He wants a quick and simple fuck from a grateful wife but Donna made such a production number out it. It had to be just so, Roger had to say the exact right words. There HAD to be scented candles. And ALWAYS they had to try for a baby. It was all rather off putting and tiring. Roger thought that if Donna really wanted her husband to fuck her brains out she should simply place a ball gag in her mouth.
Roger found himself opening up to the voice on the phone. Of course he would beat Donna's offer and what exactly did he and his wife have in mind for Donna? Roger roared with laughter at the scenario the voice on the line spun. It was perfect! He would demonstrate his love to his wife but he would also teach her a lesson. The fact that she had gone to these lengths rather than simply asking her husband why he no longer took delight in sleeping with her, both infuriated and amused him. Donna tended to act as though everyone involved with her life had already made up their minds about whatever issue Donna was on the warpath about. It made no difference what these folks really wanted or thought. Donna blithely decided that she could deduce their mental state by body language. A body language ONLY she could read. Donna had decided that her husband was falling out of love with her and only a trauma like a kidnapping could bring his devotion back. Nothing was further from the truth but heaven help anyone trying to tell Donna that she was wrong! It would be a pleasure to give her the reality check she so desperately needed. As he hung up the phone Roger was smiling from ear to ear.
Donna was leery for the next week and a half. She knew she would be kidnapped but she had no idea when or where. The anticipation thrilled Donna. It carried an erotic charge. The thought of being rendered powerless was beginning to turn her on. She imagined how it would be with Roger. In her mind's eye she saw her husband, frazzled and harried by her kidnapping wrapping his huge arms around her and kissing her hungrily. She envisioned Roger being the tenderest of their marriage as he picked her up in his big strong arms and carried her to the bedroom. It would be like a second honeymoon she thought.
Caught up in this idyll Donna did not notice the van parked across the street from her house. She exited her car. Roger would be at work for a few more hours. Still fantasizing she swung open the gate to the fence that surrounded her house. Suddenly a gloved hand clasped over her mouth and a knife point bore down on her jugular vein.
"Scream and you die." said the evil voice in her left ear. She heard the van's engine roar and before Donna could react she was dragged the short distance to the van. She was flung down on her face on the floor of the van and the doors closed behind her. Because of the shielding nature of the fence and the location of their property, Donna realized that her abduction had been witnessed by no one. Now that the initial panic had passed, Donna relaxed. She figured the knife was simply an element of dissimilitude. It was hardly a kidnapping if your abductors simply tapped you on the shoulder and led you to their car now was it? The van sped on and Donna tried to make herself comfortable on the carpeted floor as it headed off to its destination. As she rode Donna replayed Roger's blissful expression at her return again and again.
At long last the van stopped. Donna was smiling as the doors of the van opened. There were two abductors, one a huge man well over six feet tall and built like a linebacker and a tall powerful woman. Both wore black clothing and ski masks with ski goggles. Donna's smile faded as she saw the gun in the man's hand.
"Get out. And turn around." barked the man.
Donna was beginning to wonder if she had made a mistake when the woman placed a blindfold over her eyes and a hood upon her face.
The man said "Walk!" and the woman guided Donna. Before she had been hooded Donna had noticed that they were in a garage. Probably one attached to a house. Donna was led up some stairs and into a room. Her hands and legs were quickly tied and she was thrown onto a bed. She heard the door close behind her. What had begun for Donna as a lark was now something else entirely. She was too frightened to even cry.
An unknown amount of time later Donna heard the door to her room open followed by footsteps. She heard a woman's voice. It did not sound like the pleasant voice she had told all of her secrets to. This voice was harsh and commanding. Donna felt the rope holding her ankles and wrists together being cut and she made a move to restore circulation in her limbs. The hood was removed but Donna could see nothing.
