The Abduction of Kelsey (8 page)

“All you’ve done for me? What the fuck…?” Fury rendered her speechless, reddening her face and making her heart pound. She jerked hard against her restraints.

James nodded calmly. “Yes, all I’ve done for you. You don’t know it yet, but you’ve found the love of your life.” Kelsey gritted her teeth, rattling the headboard in her impotent rage. “I went to your apartment while you were resting. I watered your plants and collected your mail. I brought back some things I thought you might need.”

He turned from her and bent down, pulling what she recognized as her red duffel bag from the floor. He set it on the bed and unzipped it. Reaching inside, he pulled out a round, flat plastic case she realized was her birth control pills. “You better take today’s dose,” he said, pushing a pill through the foil. “As much as I’d love to make a baby with you, we aren’t ready yet to start our family.”

The man was certifiably insane. Kelsey shuddered at the thought of having his child. She opened her mouth as he held out the small pill. He placed it on her tongue and she swallowed. Apparently satisfied, James settled next to her and began to pull things from the bag, placing them on the bed at her feet. He brought out bras and panties, clothing from her bureau and closet, several pairs of shoes and sandals, her makeup bag, blow dryer and her jewelry box.

“Now
this
looks like fun.” James lifted of his eyebrows as he reached again into her bag. He regarded her with a sly smile as he held up the vibrator she kept in her night table drawer. Embarrassment and fury rose in equal proportions, heating her face and neck. If looks could have killed, James would have collapsed in a lifeless heap on the floor.

“No need to blush, sweetheart.” James licked his lips again in what Kelsey assumed was supposed to be a sexy manner. “We’re both adults. I like it that you, uh, pleasure yourself when you’re alone. But that’s all over now, my darling. Now I’ll be the one to pleasure you. In fact”—his face brightened—“I think a good orgasm is probably just what you need right now. And if you please me, I’ll let you up to use the bathroom, and I’ll bring you something to eat and drink.” He waved the purple phallus toward her. “But first, some fun.”

“No, James,” Kelsey blurted desperately. “Listen to me, damn it! I refuse—” James’ hand was suddenly on her neck. He squeezed, his fingers tight just beneath her jaw and Kelsey’s words strangled in her throat.

His voice was like a whip, each word a stroke. “You will not refuse anything I choose to give you, Kelsey. You belong to me now. The sooner you get that through your pretty but thick head, the better.” He squeezed harder and Kelsey began to cough and choke. Tears sprang to her eyes as viselike pressure built behind her face. Oh god, was she going to die like this, naked and tied down in this madman’s bed?

James let go abruptly and Kelsey sucked in a gasping breath of air. He stared down at her, his eyes glittering. “Don’t make me hurt you, Kelsey. I want you to be a good girl, but if you continue to be bad, you’ll leave me no choice but to punish you.” He continued to stare at her with a hard, impenetrable gaze for several more long seconds. Kelsey stared back, speechless.

Finally James set the phallus upright on the night table and stood. He swept the rest of her things back into the duffel bag and dropped it on the floor next to the bed. He moved toward his closet, returning a moment later with a spare pillow, which he forced beneath Kelsey’s ass.

“Spread your legs wide,” he instructed. “Careful with the bullet wound,” he added unnecessarily.

When Kelsey didn’t react at once, he reached again for her throat. She spread her legs quickly, relieved when he dropped his hand. The pillow forced her hips and pelvis upward, as no doubt was his intention. James stood at the end of the bed, his eyes glued to her body as he pulled off his clothing. His cock sprang toward her, fully erect. Kelsey clutched her hands into fists above the ties, her body tensing with fearful anticipation.

He positioned himself between her spread legs and brought his face so close to her pussy she could feel his hot breath against it. Instinctively she tried to close her legs but he stopped her with a hand on either thigh.

Lowering his face, he touched her sex with the tip of his tongue. “Kelsey,” he breathed. “You’re so beautiful.” He licked at her folds, moving his tongue in a circle around her clit. Kelsey tensed beneath his touch, trying again to close her legs as she jerked at the wrist restraints.

“Don’t fight me, baby,” James crooned. “I just want to make you feel good. Give in to it.” Again he dipped his head and licked along the length of her pussy, his fingers digging into her thighs. Kelsey closed her eyes, trying to drift away in her mind, but it didn’t work.

Finally he lifted his head. She could feel his gaze on her face, but she kept her eyes closed. She felt the lift of the mattress, and then the give as he sat beside her. She turned and opened her eyes to see what he was doing.

James was reaching again into the duffel bag. This time he pulled out her tube of personal lubricant. He reached for the vibrator and squirted the clear gel over its shiny rubber head. Scooting again between her legs, he touched the gooey head of the vibrator to her entrance and began to press it inside her. Kelsey tensed against the invasion, but he was persistent, pushing it until she was filled with the hard rubber phallus. He switched it on and it began pulse inside her with a steady hum.

“Christ, you look so fucking hot like that, Kelsey. You have no idea.” James lifted himself from the bed and reached for his discarded jeans. Pulling his cell phone from a pocket, he aimed it in her direction and snapped several pictures. Setting the phone on the night table, he resumed his position between her legs.

James licked two fingertips and placed them against her clit. His touch was surprisingly light, his fingers moving delicately in a perfect counterpoint to the vibrator thrumming away inside her. In spite of herself, in spite of the fear, the pain in her leg, and her exhaustion, Kelsey felt herself succumbing to the barrage of stimulation. It was easier to give in than to fight, and she surrendered to the sensations.

“That’s it, baby. Oh, yeah. Do it. Do it for me,” James urged, his fingers moving in a flurry over her throbbing clit.

Kelsey tried to shut out his voice. She tried to forget that her hands were bound to the headboard, or that she was held captive in a madman’s clutches. She focused on the pleasure radiating from her groin and let a moan pass her lips as the tremor of a climax spiraled out from her core. She felt the vibrator’s speed and pulsation intensify and James began to move it in and out of her in a thrusting motion. In spite of her hatred of the man doing this to her, another climax moved through her body, this one more powerful than the last.

He kept at it, never giving her a moment to recover. “Enough,” she finally moaned. “Please.” She tried to close her legs, but the way James was positioned between them made it impossible.

“More,” James insisted. “Give me everything you’ve got. I want it all.”

On and on it went, James’ fingers coupled with the pulsing phallus inside her pulling orgasm after orgasm from her exhausted body until Kelsey, sweating and panting, began to tremble uncontrollably.

“Please,” she managed to gasp, “too much. It’s too much. No more.” Her moans edged up into a wail and she felt like she was going to pass out.

Finally, finally, he relented, withdrawing his fingers. He flicked off the vibrator and pulled it from her soaked cunt, though she continued to feel the echo of its pulse inside her.

James moved to sit beside her, his cock erect along his thigh. He reached for the cider bottle and held the straw to her lips. Kelsey drank gratefully and realized she was starving. James let her finish the cider and then set the bottle down.

“Please untie me, James,” she begged. “I need to use the bathroom and I’m really hungry. My leg hurts.”

“Soon,” James said. “First there’s this to take care of.” He lifted himself over her and straddled her chest, gripping his large, fully erect cock and pointing it at her mouth. The head was purple, a drop of pre-come hanging from the tip.

“Open wide,” he ordered, leaning forward as he guided his shaft toward her face.

Kelsey turned her head aside, pressing her lips together. She could taste the bile at the back of her throat.

“Hey!” James shouted. “You got yours. Now I get mine. Don’t make me hurt you, Kelsey. Do what I say.”

He gripped her jaw with hard fingers. “Open your mouth. Do it, girl.” His voice was hoarse as he tugged at his cock, his stroke hard and quick. His body was heavy on her ribs, his balls settling between her breasts as he jerked at his shaft.

With a sudden movement, he reached out and slapped her across the face. When Kelsey gasped in pain and surprise, he shoved his penis into her mouth, pushing it deep until she gagged.

“Yeah,” he moaned, “that’s what I’m talking about.” He began to thrust, each time going deep and making her choke. His balls hit her chin with each stroke, his thick, hard member filling her mouth.

At that moment Kelsey actually welcomed the throb of pain in her calf. She focused on it, letting it distract her from what was happening. This couldn’t go on forever. He had to come soon.
Please, come. Come, come, come
,
you fucking asshole, you bastard, you prick
.

He gripped her face in his hands as he shuddered against her. Spurts of warm ejaculate filled her mouth, his shaft still resting against her tongue. She started to choke and, mercifully, the bastard pulled out. Kelsey turned her head and spit the salty goo onto the sheets.

“Hey, what the hell?” James grabbed her face again, forcing her to look at him. He was frowning, his brows furrowed. “You don’t spit out my seed! You swallow every drop and then you thank me for coming in your mouth.”

The edge of steel had returned to his voice. This see-sawing switch between creepy Mr. Lovey-dovey and Maniacal Abusive Man was worse than if he was just one or the other. Without knowing she was going to do it, Kelsey burst into tears. “Get off me! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!” she yelled, choking on her tears as she cried.

He metamorphosed again, his face softening, his voice suddenly gentle. “Sweetheart, don’t cry. I’m sorry. You’re overwrought. I shouldn’t have pushed you so fast, what with the bullet wound.” Finally he climbed off her.

“My arms,” she pleaded. “Untie me from the headboard.”

He did, though the neckties remained tightly knotted at her wrists and he made no effort to undo them. Kelsey began to pick at them and he didn’t stop her. Instead he held out another pill. “Take this. You need to rest some more,” he said, still in lovey-dovey mode.

She let him put the pill on her tongue. There was no cider left, so she swallowed it without it. The salty, bitter taste of his jism coated her mouth. “I need to pee,” she said. She managed to unknot the ties from her wrists and she flung them to the bed. “I need to brush my teeth. I haven’t had anything to eat in hours.”

James nodded. “I’ll help you up. We’ll walk together to the bathroom.”

Having no choice in the matter, Kelsey allowed him to assist her to the bathroom. As she hobbled through the bedroom she glanced around the room, searching for the gun. If she got it again, she wouldn’t hesitate to shoot him dead, but the gun was nowhere in sight.

As she sat on the toilet, she took surreptitious inventory of the bathroom, but saw nothing but the pile of bloody towels in the corner.
I have to get out of here. I have to get out. But how?

James brought her toiletries into the bathroom and let her brush her teeth. Her hair had dried into a wild mess of wavy tangles and she tried half-heartedly to run her fingers through it but gave up. James, who was watching her, said, “I’ll wash your hair later, darling. I brought your shampoo and conditioner.”

A wave of woozy dizziness nearly overcame her as the pain pill took effect. James put his arm around her shoulders as he guided her back toward the bed. Kelsey let herself be supported as she limped back through the bedroom. She collapsed onto the bed and offered no struggle as James lifted and maneuvered her on the mattress. Her muscles had turned to rubber, her brain to mush. Food could come later. She just wanted to sleep.

James pulled the covers over her and bent down to kiss her forehead. Kelsey’s eyelids were so heavy. She let them slide closed, welcoming the oblivion of drugged sleep with open arms.

~*~

James stared down at his lovely girl, wondering if he should tie her to the bed or not. It wasn’t like she could get very far with that leg wound. Nor would she stir for a while with the drugs in her system. No, he would leave her be.

He moved to the bureau and pulled on a pair of clean underwear and some shorts. He was filled with a restless, wild energy that even the incredible blow job she’d given him hadn’t dispelled. He couldn’t wait to fuck her again.

First he had some work to do. He moved the gun to the top shelf in the hall closet. After another peek at his sleeping beauty, he returned to the kitchen, where he’d left the bag with his purchases from the sex boutique. Grabbing it, he hurried to the bedroom. He stood a moment just inside the door, drinking in the sight of Kelsey lying naked and sleeping in his bed. He moved into the room, tiptoeing toward the bed so as not to disturb her.

Kelsey didn’t move a muscle, already deep into a drugged sleep. Her hair was a tousle of copper and red-gold against the pillow. Her eyelashes were so long they brushed her cheeks and there was a dusting of fine freckles on the bridge of her nose. Her lips were full and sensual, and his cock stirred with the memory of her hot mouth wrapped around it. They would have to do that again, and often.

While waiting for Kelsey to wake, James sat at his computer desk with the bag and took out the items one by one. He withdrew the hanks of rope and coils of chain. He wasn’t entirely sure what he’d do with the chain, but the thought of it wound around Kelsey’s neck, wrists and ankles had given him a boner in the boutique, so he’d bought it.

He pulled out a pair of leather wrist cuffs and a black suede flogger. It had cost a fortune, but James knew it would be worth it. The man behind the counter had assured James with a knowing leer that it packed a delicious sting while still getting its point across. James wasn’t sure about the delicious part, at least not for the person on the receiving end, but that wasn’t why he’d bought it.