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It was written at the husband's request. *** God she was tall!! Every time I passed her in the store she towered over my 5' 7." I was beginning to wonder if I was going to be able to pull this off. Was she as strong as she was tall? Her name was Jill and I was going to kidnap her and have some fun if she didn't kill me. She had brown hair with blonde streaks and a fantastic body. Very slender with large, high riding breasts which certainly didn't need a bra. I decided to use chloroform to knock her out temporarily – at least until I could get back to my basement. But even that was going to be difficult. I planned on grabbing her as she walked to her car in the parking lot. I set it up so that it looked like I had a severe physical handicap and was having trouble with my packages. I parked beside her vehicle and I waited until she was almost at her car then faked slipping with my crutches and dropping my bags. As I tried to bend over to pick them up I heard her come up behind me. "Can I help?" she asked and I said that would be great if she didn't mind. She opened the back of my van and bent over for the bags. As she reached in to put them down I drove my crutch into the back of head knocking her face down into the storage compartment. I quickly jumped in and sat on her back pining her arms to the floor. Before she could figure out what was happening I grabbed the chloroform from the floor and poured it on a rag which I held over her mouth and nose. She started to struggle but not for long. Quickly I felt her slump down and stop fighting me as the chloroform took affect. Jumping out of the vehicle I lifted her legs and pushed her the rest of the way into the compartment and closed the door. As I walked around to the side door I quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed the action. When I got in the side door she was just laying there and I quickly stripped off pieces of duct tape and put them over her mouth and wrapped her wrists behind her back and ankles with more of the tape. I got the laundry bag I had ready and pulled it over her head and tightened the draw string enough so that she couldn't pull or shake it off. I then stretched her out and tied her legs and wrists to the rings I had installed in the floor of the van. The ties were tight enough that she couldn't start kicking or pounding when she came to. I sat there for a moment then ran my hand over her body feeling her breasts and running my hand up between her legs and over her pubic area. I slid my hand up under her t- shirt and cupped her bra clad breast. I was getting a hell of a hard on already and I had a good idea what it what it was going to be like when I got her home. With that thought I figured I should leave and at least get on the road before she woke up which she did just as was pulling onto the freeway. I heard her moaning and then what sounded like muffled screaming as she came right out of the chloroform induced sleep. I couldn't tell if she was frightened or pissed off. Whatever, she was going to be frightened before this experience was over. I pulled into my drive way, opened the garage and swung the van into it. After the door was closed I got in the back with Jill and grabbing her hair through the bag I flicked my knife open and touched the point to her neck. "Keep absolutely still and quiet and I won't cut you" I told her. That shut her up and I could feel her tremble under my hand. I tied her ankles about a foot apart so that she could walk but not kick or run and cut the rope securing her to the van floor. I slipped the "collar" over her head and tightened it gently around her neck. The "collar" was a device I had picked up in a bondage store – if the leash attached to it was pulled it would tighten but wouldn't loosen when the pulling stopped until the ratchet was tripped with an Allen key being pushed into a hexagonal hole in the collar. If she pulled hard enough she would be choked and would have no way of loosening the collar without the key. I told her to step out of the van and I helped her through the door. When she was standing outside I said I was now going to show her how the collar worked. I pulled the leash and heard the ratchet tighten. Her natural reaction was to jerk backwards and when she did the collar tightened right up and her breath was cut off. I let the leash go slack and watched her flounder about trying to get a breath for a second or two then told her to stand still and I will loosen it. She was panicking and I had to grab her hair through the sack and hold her still until I could get the key in the hole and pop the ratchet. When she had caught her breath and quieted down I said, "Do you understand now what happens when the leash is pulled?" She nodded her head. "You probably don't want to go through that again do you?" She shook her head. "OK, lets go – walk carefully and you won't trip over anything." I took her arm and led her though the door into the kitchen of my house. "OK, well done. We are now going to go down some stairs so step carefully." She reached out with her foot, felt the first step and slowly moved down into the basement. I told her when she was at the bottom and she just stood there. I led her over to the center of the room and snapped the end of the leash onto a rope that went up and over a pulley near the high ceiling. Pulling gently on the rope the leash tightened but the ratchet didn't click. I tied off the rope to a post about 12 feet from Jill. Now she had no choice but to stand there. If she tried to walk away she would tighten the collar and choke. I pulled the hood I had also bought at the bondage store over my head and walked up to Jill. I first cut the ropes holding her feet and then pulled the sack off her head. She blinked in the bright light and I could she that she had been crying. Tear trails ran down her face. I jerked the tape off her mouth and she immediately started asking me what I wanted. "Shut up" I said, "or I will tighten the rope to shut you up." "If you haven't figured out what I want yet you are far to dumb to be working in a school. Behave yourself and do as you are told and you will be going home to your husband tonight." I walked around behind her and removed the duct tape from her wrists. Now the collar was the only restraint she had. I figured she would make one try at running and I wasn't disappointed. She grabbed the collar with both hands and took off running for the stairs. She thought she could keep the collar from choking her by holding it away from her neck. When she hit the end of the rope I heard the collar ratchet about four times. She was partially successful in stopping herself from being choked but she was still having trouble breathing. I guess she thought the rope or leash would break but it didn't. I reached for the rope and jerked it hard. The ratchet clicked three more times and now she was choking herself with her own fingers. I again waited for a few seconds before walking over, grabbing the collar and pushing the key into the lock. The collar immediately loosened and Jill sucked in air in great gasps. Her hair was disheveled and her lipstick was smeared but she still looked great. "Do you understand now?" I asked. "Yes." "Jill, do you realize that if you try to escape you will choke, if you don't do what you are told you will choke." "Yes." "Great! Take your shirt off." She hesitated and I reached for the rope. "No!" she cried and reached down and stripped her t- shirt off over her head. She stood there trying to hold it in front, hiding her bra but the rope passing up through the neck hole was interfering. I walked over to her and flicking my knife open I cut through the shirt from the neck to the hem. "Take your pants off Jill." In order to do that she had to drop the t-shirt. Slowly she let go of the shirt and I could see her bra clearly for the first time. It was a half cup in a nice shade of blue. She undid the button and zipper and pulled her pants down and kicked them away and stood there in a matching thong panty. God! She was gorgeous. A slender body with large tits pushing against her bra. Her panties were tight and I could see the indentation where they pulled up into her cunt lips. I just looked at her for about two minutes and said "Take the bra off." She again hesitated and I reached for the rope. She didn't say anything this time she just reached behind her and undid her bra. Sliding the straps off her shoulders she let the bra drop to the floor and just stood there with her head hung down and her tits in plain view. They hadn't dropped at all. I had never seen anyone over the age of 14 who had less need for a bra. Hers tits stuck straight out the nipples a reddish pink colour and the areolas a little lighter and about the size of silver dollars. I walked over to her and reached out and cupped her tits in my hands. I played with them for awhile and pinched the nipples until they started to react. She just stood there with her head hung down. She was wearing cute white thong panties and I told her to slowly turn around. As she turned her ass came into view and I could see the thong on her panties disappearing into the crack of her ass. "Now take the panties off." She whispered something and I told her to speak up. "Please, can I leave my panties on." "Not a chance," I told her, "take them off." I could see the tears starting to fall and I said in a loud voice, "Take your god damn panties off," and shook the rope. She quickly pushed her thumbs into the waistband and slid the panties off over her hips. They hit the floor and she was completely naked. I wondered how long it had been since anyone other than her husband had seen her this way. Her legs were slightly parted and her pussy lips were a little darker than the surrounding skin and they hung down like they were inviting a cock to push between them. I was certainly going to accept the invitation. She shaved her pubic hair – all but a thin strip that pointed the way to her cunt and she looked totally fuckable standing there looking at the floor. "Play with your cunt." "What do you mean?" She asked. "Spread the lips and stick your finger up your hole" I told her. Slowly she complied and I saw her finger disappearing up inside her cunt but I was getting to horny to wait much longer. I pushed a padded sawhorse over to her and told her to bend over it. I had fastened loops of cotton rope to the legs on the side where her arms would hang down and I told her to slip her hands through the loops and pull them tight around her wrists. When she had done that, I walked around behind her saw that her cunt was in plain view between her legs. The dark lips were slightly spread waiting and I couldn't hold off any longer. Dropping my pants I walked up behind her and said "Do you want me to fuck you Jill?" "Please no, please, please!" she said in a squeaky voice. I picked up the riding crop that was leaning against the wall and brought I down with a sharp crack right across her ass. She screamed and jerked up against the ropes. "Do you want me to fuck you Jill?" I asked again. "Please don't hit me again" she cried. I whacked her again with the crop and again she screamed and jerked against the ropes. Two welts were plainly showing now and I wondered if there were going to be more. "Do you want me to fuck you Jill?" This time her reply was a sobbed "Yes." "What do you want, Jill?" "I want you to fuck me," she replied. "How do I do that?" I asked. She was quiet for a couple of seconds then said "Put your cock in me." "Where do you want my cock, Jill." "In my vagina." "Would that be your cunt, Jill," I said. "I guess so." "So what do you want me to do," I asked. "I want you to put your cock in my cunt." "Where's your manners, Jill," I asked her, "Say please." Again she was quiet for a couple of seconds and I tapped her ass with the crop. "Please put your cock in my cunt," she said immediately. "OK, if you really want me to," I replied. I picked up some Vaseline and smeared it on my cock because I new she was probably going to be dry. Walking up to her I reached down and spread the lips of her cunt as wide as I could with my thumbs. I looked fondly at her cunt for a few minutes seeing the pink insides and then pushed the head of my cock just between her lips. "Are you sure this is what you want Jill?" "Yes, just don't hit me again." With that I rammed my cock its full length into her. The Vaseline stopped any damage but the sudden entry obviously hurt as she grunted loudly. I was buried right to my balls in this beautiful amazon and I was enjoying every minute of it. I stated working my cock back and forth enjoying the sliding sensation of the Vaseline. I decided to try the other whole. I pulled out and smearing some Vaseline on my finger I pushed it into Jill's tight little asshole. She didn't like that. She started jerking about and telling me to take it out. I tapped her with the crop again and she quieted down. Pulling out my finger, I pushed the head of my cock against her anus. I kept up a steady pressure but I could tell Jill was tensing her muscles to stop me from entering. I brought the crop down hard on her hip and she lurched sideways. "Relax and let me in or I will really start beating on you." I tapped the crop again for emphasis. I could hear her starting to cry and she relaxed her sphincter. The head of my cock slowly slid into her ass and equally slowly up into her. Now that was tight! It didn't take long before I was on the verge of coming and I pulled out before I shot my load. I walked around to her front and told her the real fun was going to start now. She was going to suck my cock until I came and she was going to drink every bit of my cum. She started to protest and I said "there are two ways we can do this. I will go over to the sink and wash off the Vaseline and any shit from your ass and you will happily suck my nice clean cock or I can just whack you with the crop until you give in and you will be sucking Vaseline and shit. Which do you want?" She cried and said the first. I walked over and washed myself and came back. I was still as hard as a rock and I turned her head towards me and she obediently opened her mouth. "Now you remember that you are going to drink every last drop or you are going to have a very sore ass." She nodded and I slid my cock into her waiting mouth. Maybe she just wanted to get this whole thing over with because she started to suck me with great skill and it felt fantastic. It wasn't long before I felt the start of my climax and I held onto her long hair. Then it started and I felt the first spurt leave my cock. She gagged but didn't open her lips as spurt after spurt flowed into her mouth. She was swallowing as fast as she could and by God she didn't lose a drop. I pulled out of her mouth and reached down and loosened the ropes on her wrists. She straitened up and couldn't help licking her lips to see if any was dripping. I told her to put the laundry bag back over her head and I handcuffed her hands behind her back again. She asked about her clothes and I told her that she was going to have to go home naked. I covered her mouth with tape again and unhooking the rope from the leash I led her back up the stairs and out to the van. When we got to the parking lot where I had picked her up it was dark and deserted. I handed her her purse and went around and opened the side door. I pulled her out and she stood there naked except for the bag on her head which was tied with a tight knot. I told her that her car was about 20 feet in front of her and that her keys were in her purse. When she got into the car she would be able to untie the knot on the bag in a while and she was free to go home to her husband. I took the handcuffs off, pointed her in the right direction, got into the van and drove off. In the rear view mirror I saw her walking with her hands out in front to her car her white ass flashing in the lights of the parking lot. By the time I turned out of the lot she was leaning on her car frantically looking in her purse for the keys. I wondered if she would ever figure out that her husband had set the whole thing up with me. Somehow I doubted it. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 53