Abducted Ch. 04

"No, thank you."

In less than ten minutes, the door was opened, and one of the oriental maids appeared with a small trolley. As Emma had hoped, she was alone. The maid curtsied, and left.

Emma poured a cup of tea, and smiled inwardly. Yes, she felt much more positive now. She picked up a pen and some paper from the writing table and began to make a list. Emma was fond of lists.

Things to decide:

Day(Soon)

Time (5pm approximately)

Clothing (Full as possible for coolness, long sleeved, a hat to protect against the sun, comfortable shoes, socks if possible, something warm for cold nights)

Water (3 bottles already hidden)

Food (Fruit and bread rolls hidden)

Toiletries(Minimum)

Tissues(From bathroom)

Money (for bribes)(None – take jewellery)

Phone(Disable phone in room to prevent maid calling for help)

Torch/Light (Problem)

Weapon (Problem – perhaps knife)

Bag(Check wardrobe)

Emma wished she had gone on that survival course with her friend Lorna last year, but at the time she thought she had better things to do. She finished her tea, added the bottle of water to the others she had already hidden, and started going through her wardrobe, ticking off on her list as she made a selection. A long-sleeved cotton shirt dress, coming almost to her ankles, would do well, with a comfortable pair of trainers and a large floppy hat. She sorted through the large array of handbags, finding a small back-pack, and a large shoulder bag. They would be perfect.

She returned to the bedroom, and started sorting out the jewellery, putting to one side all the plain pure gold items, on the basis that they would be easier to sell, or use as bribes. She was unsure about the jewelled pieces; they looked like genuine diamonds, sapphires and emeralds, but she was not entirely sure.

To obtain a torch might be a problem, but she had an idea. She dialled 210 again. "Yes, Miss Leila?"

"I have finished my tea, thank you. Could you help me with two other matters? Firstly, I am about to take a bath, and would really welcome some scented candles in the bathroom; would that be possible? Secondly, I would be very grateful if I could have a small torch to keep by my bed, in case I wake up in the night."

"I'll see what I can do, Miss Leila."

"Thank you."

Yasmin continued to watch Emma through the two-way mirror. When told about Emma's request for candles and a torch, she agreed. 'Play along for the moment,' she thought to herself. 'Let's try to find out what she's up to.'

A few minutes later, Emma's door opened and a maid entered with candles, matches and a small torch. Emma smiled. Things were working out well so far. She felt encouraged, and ticked off another item on her list.

Emma returned to 'The Story of O', and read until her dinner arrived, wheeled in on a trolley by the two oriental maids. To her delight, Emma found that she had, as she had hoped, been supplied with a large and sharp steak knife. A weapon at last! Another item to tick off on her list.

She poured herself a glass of red wine from the decanter, and sipped. The aromas exploded in her mouth. Never had she experienced a wine of such complexity, and with such a pronounced bouquet. She looked at the empty bottle – Chateau Margaux, 1978. 'When I get out of here,' she promised herself, 'I'll buy a case of that!'

The knife sliced through her steak with ease, and the red meat proved tender and succulent. Emma ate with gusto, her appetite returned, and poured another glass of the excellent Bordeaux wine.

Her meal completed, Emma carefully secreted her steak knife, a roll, and another bottle of water, placing them in the cupboard beside the rest of her cache. She refilled her wine glass, and placed the decanter on a table next to her armchair. 'I'll finish that later,' she thought to herself.

Her dinner was cleared away. Emma read a little, and then ran a bath. She settled into the tub, a glass of wine in her hand, enjoying the scent of the lighted candles, and luxuriated in the warm water. Idly, her fingers caressed her white skin, and she noticed that most of the angry red weals had completely disappeared.

Emma wrapped herself in a large soft bath towel, rubbing her body, now pink from the warm water. She drained her glass, and refilled it from the decanter. 'Oh dear,' she giggled to herself, slightly tipsy, 'I seem to have finished the whole bottle! But it was rather good – the best bottle I've had in ages. Perhaps it'll help me sleep!'

As if in a daze, Emma paced around the room, finishing her final glass of wine, and contemplating the events of the day. She turned out the central light, leaving on the lamp above the bed, let the towel fall from her petite frame, and relaxed on top of the king-size bed with its luxuriantly soft mattress. Absent-mindedly, the fingers of her right hand wandered across her belly and found her smooth, newly-shaven pussy. Contentedly, she parted the lips and let her fingertips lie on top of her waiting clitoris. She thought of Max, wishing his head was between her thighs. 'Oh, Max – you two-timing bastard!' she whispered to herself, 'You'd love my bald pussy. Wish you were here – you're so good with your tongue!'

Her nipples tingled in the cool air, and swelled into tiny buds. She sighed and let her other hand caress her breasts, squeezing her taut nipples. She sighed again, as her fingers traced her right areola. She looked down at her full breasts, with her pink nipples standing straight up, hard and long. She felt dampness on her right hand, and momentarily believed that Max's tongue was performing its magic. She slid a finger along her slit. It was burning, wet, and slippery. It needed attention.

Eagerly, she opened the drawer and looked at the array of toys. Her favourite vibrator beckoned, but as she reached out to take it, her gaze fell on a new one – bright blue, and much larger than anything she had used before. Suddenly, she remembered the black guard from this morning. What was his name? Clyde? Yes – that's right. He had showed her his monstrous penis. Emma had seen large ones on the internet, but had always assumed they were fakes – digitally enhanced. She had never expected to see anything that big in the flesh. And he had promised to use it on her one day. She shuddered. Surely her dainty little pussy couldn't accommodate a weapon like that?

She picked up the blue vibrator, and examined it more closely. In spite of its colour, it was quite life-like, and felt soft to the touch, with a bulging helmet at the tip. It was big, but she thought Clyde was even bigger. A switch at the end caused it to vibrate gently at first, then more violently as she turned the knob in a clockwise direction. Almost mechanically, she quickly brought the head of the vibrator to the entrance of her pussy, smearing it with her juices. She bent her knees and raised her hips off the bed. Then she pushed gently and the curved tip pushed through the sopping entrance to her slit. That sensation alone made her gasp in delight. She reconsidered. Even with just the slightest pressure, it was impossibly tight. The lips of her pussy were crushed in on themselves by the girth of the dildo.

The tight pressure felt good, though - good enough to make her continue. She slowly rolled the tip around her open hole, soaking it with her juices. She was now able to give it more pressure, and the tip sank in slightly. She inhaled sharply at the feeling of fullness that came with even the slightest penetration.

Emma spread her legs wider for better access. Her bare toes curled against the silk sheets as she slowly worked the tip around her wet hole. The pleasurable sensations allowed her to fit just a little more in every time. She looked down between her legs. There were now perhaps two inches of the vibrator inside her. She could feel the throb of her arousal in her lips as they pressed against the fake cock. Her pussy felt impossibly full. She wasn't sure how she could fit any more into her. She ran her fingers across her shaven mound. A closer inspection showed her that her lips were completely folded in on themselves by the dildo's pressure. She gently pinched her folds and, leaving the dildo inside her, she stretched them back out so that instead of being crushed, they sucked on it. That relieved enough of the pressure so that she felt she could continue.

She flopped backwards on the bed, sighing in ecstasy now that she had discovered a system. Through rotation and gentle pressure, she was able fit more and more of the cock inside her, feeling it slide in a little deeper with every movement.

Finally, she could feel the tip pressing against her back wall, and it felt great. Clearly, she was unable to fit any more inside her, and there were only a few inches left outside. She sighed with pride. As she relaxed, she could actually begin to glide the shaft in and out of her. It felt wonderful. She moaned deeply as the soft, smooth dildo rubbed against her spongy insides. The thickness of the false cock made her insides feel electric with heightened senses. She was convinced that no hollow space existed in her cunt.

'Oh, Max,' she whispered to herself, 'Oh, Max, fuck me hard. Please!' She moved the dildo in and out, fucking her pussy deep and hard, imagining Max's cock inside her. Slowly, Max's cock metamorphosed into Peter's larger, younger one, and then, to her bewilderment, into Clyde's thick black instrument. She sighed in satisfaction. The more she relaxed, the more pleasure she felt.

Emma soon noticed that the huge cock was not just rubbing her cervix and pussy lips, but indirectly, her clit as well. The intensity was building and she was rocking her hips inadvertently. Her body writhed as she set a deep, slow rhythm to maximize the friction with which she rubbed herself. At the end of each stroke, she bumped her cervix, emitting a little cry of joy with the feeling it brought. Much too quickly, her breathing began to come in short, agonized gasps, which she punctuated by soft whimpers and murmurs. Slowly, a feeling of warmth began to flow over her body. It began with a tingling at the base of her spine, and soon grew into a strong fire in her stomach. She was acutely aware that it was building, overwhelming her, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. She began to breathe more rapidly, unable to do much besides grunt and pump the vibrator into her swollen, wet pussy with a mechanical urgency. She had never experienced anything like this engulfing feeling before, and she was compelled to follow it to the very end.

Suddenly, warmth erupted into heat as Emma's already sensitive skin tingled with the feeling of thousands of needles. Where the false cock penetrated her, however, was the most intense. Her clit cried out to her, and her pussy clenched the interloper of its own accord. She was a passenger on the orgasmic ride her body was taking. Her toes curled and her legs tensed; her body trembled and shuddered from uncontrollable eruptions.

Her left hand went to her breast and squeezed the nipple tightly, as her right hand continued to pump the dildo in and out of her sopping cunt, rubbing against her clitoris with every movement. She lost track of how long it lasted, but she felt her body drifting inexorably towards an all-compassing climax. She screamed, "Yes! Yes, Clyde, like that! OH FUCK ME! MORE! HARDER! YES!"

Another scream began to build, as a further orgasmic wave crashed over her. She felt her orgasm start in her toes and tingle all over her body before settling in her clit and finally exploding, erupting into a succession of shivers of ecstasy. "Oh yes, Clyde, you're so big! FUCK ME CLYDE!"

A final orgasm crashed over her as she screamed. Carefully, she removed the huge weapon from her dripping vagina, and felt empty. Perspiration beaded her skin. She whimpered quietly. She was too lost in ecstatic bliss to get out of bed, but simply slipped under the silk sheets and enjoyed the aftershock of her climax, out of breath and sated, drifting off into a sound sleep.

Yasmin watched behind the mirror and smiled. Her hand was under her skirt, between her legs, with her fingers caressing her engorged and moist clitoris. 'Yes – a very promising slut!' she thought to herself. She pressed the intercom button.

"Yes, Madam?" came the immediate response.

"Find Clyde, and tell him I have a job for him. He is to report to my room at once – and alone."

"Right away, Madam."

Yasmin smiled, and walked towards the door, heading for her own room. Her position in the household gave her certain privileges, and tonight she felt she deserved a treat. She felt her pussy moisten further at the thought of the severe onslaught it would shortly receive from Clyde's impressive equipment.