Taken Away (M/F)

[FearHaven]

A fictional story, written in first person.

My slave had expressed an interest in organizing a kidnapping scenario with me on multiple occasions, and it was about time we executed such an idea.

One Sunday afternoon we sat down to discuss the finer details of how this plan was going to work. In short I was to take her by complete surprise sometime within the next 6 months of her giving me the green light (so that she doesn't see it coming). I was to wear a mask to hide my identity and abduct her either from home or from another agreed location (again for the element of surprise). So here's what happened...

It was 8pm on a Friday night and I was about to finish work. I called her phone and told her that I'll be staying back until 2am due to inventory needs. She wasn't happy about it but understood the situation and wished me goodnight.

I hung up the phone and went out to my car in the parking lot, then proceeded to drive home, rolling into my street slowly and quietly. Once I got out of my car I opened the trunk to grab out a balaclava, some zip ties, duct tape and a large sponge that I had stashed there earlier.

I unlocked my front door quietly and carried these items inside, slipping on the balaclava once I was behind the door, knowing she would be falling asleep upstairs.

I changed out of my work clothes and into an all black aesthetic before walking up the wooden steps that lead to the bedroom, trying not to make any creaking noises as I ascended towards her. When I reached the room I opened the door to find her laying on the bed face down on her stomach, wearing her night gown, with her ass and panties exposed.

The sight of her ass and bare legs made me excited... More than I already was, and my heart rate began to skyrocket as I prepared for what was about to happen.

I stood there for a few moments before quickly grabbing her ankles and zip-tying them together. Then I climbed on top her as she woke up and pulled her wrists behind her back to restrain them in the same way.

She was startled, and she tried to scream. But before she could, I stuffed her mouth with that large sponge and sealed it shut by wrapping duct tape tightly around her head.

She was terrified, and truly helpless.
She had no idea it was me.

I grabbed a fist full of her hair and held her head back while I clamped her nose shut with my fingers.

"Try to scream again and I'll suffocate you! Do you understand?" I said.

She nodded her head as tears began to roll down the sides of her cheeks.

"You can't breathe... you can't make any noise at all when I'm blocking your nose can you?"

She shook her head ever so slightly in response.

I then rolled her onto her side and ripped her night gown open, straight down the middle, exposing her soft pale skin and naked breasts. I grabbed her nipple between my fingers and twisted it with enough force to make her moan painfully into the gag.

"Moan one more time and you'll be sorry," I said to her.

She nodded her head.

I then slipped my hand under her panties and got a firm hold on her clitoris. Her eyes widened as she feared what I was about to do.

I pulled on her clit and twisted it, just as she was afraid of. She let out another painful moan, and so I slapped her across the face with my bare hand.

This is when she started sobbing.

I pulled out a knife and held it under her throat before saying, "I'm going to cut you free and lead you down stairs in a minute, but if you misbehave I'll gut you like a pig! Understood?"

She nodded her head once more in compliance.

I'm sure she knew the man behind the mask was me at this point, thanks to my identifiable voice, however she knew that I was not fucking around, and it was very clear that she was not taking any chances.

I replaced her gag with a large rubber ball gag, then cut the zip ties on her wrists and ankles before helping her off the bed and escorting her downstairs to the living room, where I placed a blindfold over her eyes. I then peaked out the window to make sure the neighbours weren't outside before escorting her in to the trunk of my car.

Once she was laying in the trunk I quickly re-tied her wrists behind her back and slammed the lid shut. There was no way she was figuring out where I was taking her next. That was absolutely not allowed.

I removed my balaclava, started up the engine and proceeded to drive towards a rural property that my brother owns about 30 kilometres out of town. My brother and his wife were not at the property on this occasion however, as they were taking a vacation in Germany at the time. Leaving me full access to it.

After about half an hour of driving down dark country roads we reached the property driveway. I got in and out of the car to open and close the cattle gate before proceeding up towards the old tractor shed, which had been sitting empty for over a year now.

I reversed the car through the large shed doors, put my balaclava back on (for the hell of it) and opened the trunk to find her curled up with a frightened look in her eyes.

"Out of the car!" I said, as I cut her wrists free and escorted her from the trunk with a fist full of her hair.

I then dragged an old rusty metal chair into the middle of the shed floor and ordered her to sit on it, before fastening her ankles to the chair legs with duct tape, and zip-tying her hands behind her back (behind the chair rest).

Once she was secured I removed the blindfold from her eyes, and she looked around the shed frantically, seemingly not knowing where she was, or what she was doing there.

"Do you have any idea where you are?" I said.

She simply shook her head and started crying again.

I grabbed her by the chin, squeezing her chubby cheeks, before spitting in her face and slapping her once more.

"You will never find out where we are right now... and you will not be leaving here unbroken. Do I make myself clear?"

She put her head down and started sobbing at this point, so I removed the belt from around my waist and smacked her naked thigh as hard as I could before repeating myself.

"DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?"

She screamed into her gag and nodded her head, this time without hesitation.

After she had calmed down a little, I walked around the back of the chair and stood behind her with my leather belt in my hands. I then wrapped it around her neck and applied firm pressure until her face was turning blue.

"Listen to me very carefully sweet heart," I said as I tightened my grip. "I'm going to leave you tied to this chair, all night, and I'll be back for more fun tomorrow. You can scream all you like because nobody will hear you."

I let go of her neck and proceeded to walk towards the shed doors, flicking off the lights on my way out.

"Oh and one last thing... there's no bathroom breaks, so you can piss yourself for all I care".

"Goodnight," I said to her with a sly grin on my face before slamming the metal doors shut and latching them from the outside. There was no way she was going home before the weekend was over.

The following morning I woke up in the farm house, some 200 Metres from the shed where I left her last night. She had been in there since about 9pm, and its now 8am in the morning, meaning she's been tied to that chair for 11 hours by this point.

I was in no hurry to untie her however. Immediately after waking up I made myself a coffee and sat out on the porch that overlooks the paddock, and the tractor shed.

As I sat there sipping on my coffee and smoking a cigarette I stared at the shed and wondered how she's holding up in there. But again I was in no rush to release her. I mean why would I be? I'm not her knight in shining armour here, I'm the sadistic fuck who is going to make her stay miserable, and she knows it.

After an hour of sitting around I decided to finally approach the tractor shed and open its large metal doors, revealing a half naked slave slouching forward in the rusty chair.

She had pissed her panties and spilt urine all over the cold concrete floor surrounding her. She was also covered in drool thanks to the stupidly large ball gag that sat in her mouth, rendering her unable to speak.

She raised her head and looked at me upon entering the shed, letting out a long and sad moan that told me she was defeated. The look in her eyes begged me for help and the bruises on her thighs were now very visible.

"Good morning slut, I hope you slept well," I said to her with a smile on my face.

"Mmmph!" she moaned back at me while thrashing her arms around, trying to escape the tight bonds that held her there.

"Looks like you've pissed yourself and made a mess."

"I think that's a punishable offense, don't you?"

She just shook her head and looked up at me with an extreme look of sadness in her eyes. She was clearly itching to be released, but not before she atoned for her sins.

I walked over to the tool rack on the wall and grabbed a large cattle prod. Her eyes widened upon seeing the prod in my hands and she let out a scream in protest, shaking her head side to side rapidly as I walked towards her.

I placed the two metal contacts on her naked thigh and shocked her. She screamed profusely and thrashed around trying to get free once more. However it was to no avail, and I so shocked her again, and again, and again, until she was properly sobbing.

After I had stopped I removed her gag and said "I think you've learnt your lesson now, don't you?"

"Fuck you!" She yelled.

"Wrong answer bitch."

I slapped her across the face (hard) and grabbed her nipples firmly before pulling at them painfully. Stretching them as far as they could go.

"Okay! Okay!" She said before crying some more. "I have learnt my lesson Sir I swear."

I then cut her free of her bonds and stood her up from the chair with a fist full of her hair.

"Try anything stupid and I'll put you in the ground," I said to her, before blindfolding her and leading her out of the shed and towards the farm house.

Once inside, I lead her in to the bathroom and sat her in the tub. Then I handcuffed her ankles and wrists, and joined then with a metal chain so that she couldn't escape from the tub.

After securing her I removed her blindfold and said, "I think you need a nice refreshing bath after all your torment."

She just looked at me and said, "No, I don't want a bath, I don't trust you, there's a catch, there's always a catch with you!"

"You're absolutely right!" I said to her, before turning on the cold water tap.

I then shoved a sponge in her mouth and locked a zip tie around her head to prevent her from spitting it out. She shook her head in protest and tried escaping from the tub. However the walls were too high and her bonds stopped her from getting over them. She was stuck there.

Once the bath had filled up I turned off the tap and simply walked out of the bathroom. Leaving her to soak in the cold water, on a 15 degree day (Celsius).

I went in to the living room, lit a fire in the fireplace and poured myself a nice glass of scotch as I waited comfortably.

After about 1 hour, I returned to the bathroom and let the water out of the tub. She was shivering like you would not believe, and appeared overly grateful when I released her from her cuffs and chains.

I took the gag out of her mouth, removed her wet panties and handed her a towel so that she could dry off.

Once she was dry I lead her into the master bedroom and chained her foot to the bed post. Then I brought in a large water bottle and some food for her to consume.

When she was done eating I threw a large blanket over her and told her to get some sleep, as she would need it for later. I exited the bedroom after that and spent the rest of my day lounging around watching TV while she slept and recovered from all her misery.

At around 8pm I marched into the bedroom and woke her from her sleep.

"Roll on to your stomach!" I demanded as I fetched a large rattan cane from a container near by.

"For each hour of sleep you received, I'm going to give you 10 strikes of the cane. Understood?"

"Yes Sir," she replied.

At this stage I don't think she would dare disobey be, knowing just what I'm capable of. She had slept all day, for about 10 hours. So that means 100 strikes of the cane on her naked ass.

I started off gently, before getting progressively harder with each strike.

"Start counting bitch," I demanded.

"Yes Sir," she said.
"1.. 2.. 3.. 4..," she continued to count with each strike coming down on her soft flesh until it became too much and her counting turned in to yelling.

Once I reached the one-hundredth strike I dropped the cane on the ground and slapped her ass with my bare hand, before standing back and admiring my work. Her ass and the back of her legs were covered in tiger stripes that slowly leaked blood from within.

"Seeming as how you stopped counting, I think you deserve to be punished," I said to her.

"PUNISHED!?.... YOU JUST FUCKING CANED ME 100 TIMES!... THATS PUNISHMENT ENOUGH!"

"Back chatting I see."

"Yes, I'm fucking done, I want to go home!" She demanded.

I grabbed her cheeks firmly and squeezed them tightly as I looked directly in to her eyes and said, "No, you listen here bitch, I say when we're done!"

I then pulled a gun on her that I had kept concealed in my jeans. It was fake, being only a replica pistol, but she didn't know that and she was very quick to comply once I pressed the barrel in to her rib cage. She was terrified of guns.

"I'm going to show you what it really means to be a victim," I said, before escorting her outside, in to the dark wooded area of the farm. Once I had found a tree with a nice thick trunk I cuffed her hands behind it and shoved the ball gag in her mouth again.

"You're going to stay here all night and think about your behaviour."

"Mmmph," she moaned through the gag and shook her head in protest.

"Oh you wanna say no to me?... well how about this?" I said as I grabbed her clitoris and twisted it really hard. She screamed like a banshee and started sobbing uncontrollably.

I walked away shortly after and left her cuffed to that tree, in the darkness and in the cold to think about what she's done.

I climbed in to bed that night with a smile on my face, knowing that she is where she belongs and I can sleep soundly, not having to listen to any complaints.

The following morning I slept in rather late and released her from the tree as soon as I woke. The time was about 12 noon and she was sitting on the ground with her hands still cuffed around the tree behind her.

"You were able to sit down," I said

"Maybe I should tie your ankles to the dam thing as well, and make you stand."

She shook her head in protest and screamed, and I mean really screamed loudly this time. She had had enough and her body couldn't take much more either.

I blindfolded her and released her from the tree soon after. Then I lead her to the trunk of my car and ordered her to get in, before slamming the lid shut. I drove home that afternoon with my slave riding in the trunk, not knowing the way too or from the property. She was to never know where we were. That part will always remain a secret.

Once we arrived home I got her out of the trunk and in to the house quickly, before any of the neighbours could see what's going on. I then walked her up the stairs and in to our bedroom, where I removed her blindfold and handed her some clothes to wear.

"I have one final order for you... Get dressed, sit on the bed and don't say a word," I demanded.

She did as she was told and sat on the bed. I then left the room and returned a short while later holding a massive stuffed teddy bear in my arms. The thing was huge, like easily the size of a large dog.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled upon seeing the bear.

"This is for you sweetheart. This is entirely for you," I said as I handed her the bear.

She hugged it tightly, like how a 5 year old hugs her mother after running off and getting lost in the supermarket.

I crawled on to the bed and lied down beside her, patting my chest as a signal for her to come and cuddle with me. She did without hesitation and it was rather comforting.

"You are loved, you are cherished, and you are beautiful," I said as I ran my fingers through her hair, assuring her that she was not worthless.

We must have laid there for what felt like an hour, cuddling in silence.

"It was hard," she said.

"It was very, very hard... but I'm glad I got to fulfill this fantasy with you. Thank you for pushing me, and helping me achieve something so big," she continued.

I simply smiled and said "You're welcome," before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep with her still in my arms.

[GreyLord]

Interesting if a bit sadistic for me. Good to see a new M/F post.