Taken

This is absolutely 100% fantasy. In real life, consent is vital. Thanks for reading! Constructive thoughts are always welcome.

Part 1

As Emma unlocked her door and headed up the stairs to her second floor flat, she couldn't help but feel excited. After weeks of work, she'd finally managed to get some time off. She deposited her bag and coat on the sofa and hurried to her room to slip out of her uncomfortable work clothes.

This time tomorrow I'll be in the Cotswolds. She thought wistfully, tossing her skirt and blouse into the hamper by her closet. She had her train ticket ready and waiting by the door for her early morning leave. Her bag was already packed as well. On her way home she had triple checked that her airbnb reservation was confirmed and there was a checklist of must-dos ready to be crossed off. She pulled a strappy cotton nightdress from her drawer and slipped a large crocheted sweater over it. She eyed the clock next to her bed.

9:00 already. Emma thought, yawning. She'd gone in early that day and left even later in order to get all her work done before she could comfortably leave it all behind for a few days. I should just go to bed.

She went into her bathroom and tied up her hair before washing her face of makeup. She thought about brushing her teeth but decided to grab a quick bite before settling in for the night.

She padded barefoot to the kitchen, not bothering to turn on any lights, and opened the fridge. There were sparse pickings, but she decided on a small jar of yogurt. Grabbing a spoon from her drying rack, she leaned against the counter and began to eat, leaving the refrigerator door open as her only source of light. She was more than halfway done with her snack, when she heard the unmistakable sound of a heavy footfall meet the creaky floorboard by her bay window.

Emma jumped, the spoon falling from her hand and landing on the floor with a clatter. She looked up towards the window to see a large shadow outlined against the amber glow of the streetlights outside.

There was a stranger in her home.

-

Nick never believed he would come this far, but here he was, standing in her flat ready to take her. He had been planning for months, watching her, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Thanks to years of fantasies and slaving at a job that provided him with all the money he could ever need at the young age of 32, he knew he was ready. He was entirely confident in his plans. Emma's life as she knew it was over, from now on she would be his.

He couldn't pinpoint the exact date he saw her, only that she became a frequent sighting whenever he found himself on the tube to the gym. It wasn't always that they ended up in the same car, but after a while he started arriving earlier and seeking her out on the track, standing close but not so close as to draw suspicion. She was a petite woman, the top of her head barely coming to reach his shoulder. She never took any notice of him, she usually had a book or her phone in hand with headphones in her ears, lost to the world.

He could remember distinctly the day he knew he had to have her. It was a summer day, unusually hot even for London. Normally she wore flowery blouses and flowing skirts, with her hair neatly brushed and left hanging down. But on that particular day, to combat the heat, she wore a pair of olive green shorts, tied off at her waist with a large bow. There was something about her bare legs that seemed positively obscene. She also wore a lacy lavender top and a thin sweater. The v of the top was hardly daring, but he could see more of her cleavage than usual and was surprised to see it was fairly ample considering her slight figure. Her wheat-blonde hair was drawn up into a messy bun at the top of her head. He couldn't help but imagine grabbing it in one hand, drawing her head down towards his crotch and forcing that cute little mouth of hers to take him whole. It was then he knew the imagining would never be enough. He got off at the next stop, gym be damned, and began to plan her abduction.

It took nearly a week to track her down at all, but after a little digging and some help from a discreet PI, he was able to gather the information he needed. Her name was Emma, she was twenty-five years old. In a stroke of luck (or was it fate?) she was an ExPat with no family and few friends in London. She had come to the U.K. from a quiet farm life in America to study literature and worked as a proofreader to pay her bills. She rented a one bedroom flat in Brent and was doing fairly well for herself all things considered. Although Nick knew little about her personal life, she didn't seem to have a boyfriend or go out on dates, somehow he was certain that she could be trained to be the little fuck toy he had always dreamed of.

No doubt, she was the one.

Once he had all his preparations made, he had to wait months; agonizing over when would be the best time to take her. It wasn't until September, when he received word from her hacked email that she was planning on taking a trip. She would leave on a Friday morning and wasn't expected back at work until the following week. It was more than enough time to erase any trail left behind.

-

Emma swallowed hard, the dropped spoon quickly forgotten.

"Who's there?" She said finally, hoping against hope that her eyes were playing tricks on her. The shadow didn't answer, but it did shift towards her. She bolted for the hallway. If she could only make it to the bathroom and lock the door. She managed to get through the door to her room but no farther. A large hand wrapped around her forearm and pulled her back. She opened her mouth to scream but her legs were knocked out from under her and she hit the floor hard, all the air knocked from her stomach. She felt a heavy weight (she was sure it was her attacker's knee) dig into back, effectively trapping her on the ground. Another hand sunk into her hair and pulled her head back.

"H-hey!" She gasped. Two fingers snaked their way into her open mouth. She could feel a small, hard pill resting on her tongue.

Whatever he forced past her teeth, it couldn't be good. Emma thrashed and tried to spit it out but his hands covered her mouth, his thumb pressing up under her chin and keeping her jaw shut tight. His other arm wrapped around her neck, his hand gripping her shoulder. To her horror, the pill began to dissolve on her tongue, the taste of it bitter and chalky. The stranger leaned back, pulling her along with him until her head was tilted all the way back. Emma went still, refusing to move or relax her throat.

"C'mon, sweetheart." The stranger practically cooed. His voice was deep and maddeningly calm, making her stomach turn. "You have to swallow some time."

Emma squealed, doing her best to shake her head but it was hard to move at all with his arm wrapped around her neck. He applied a dose of pressure only for a fraction of a second but the message was clear. Tears sprang to her eyes, but Emma swallowed meekly, too frightened and tired to resist much longer. The man's arm fell away from her neck.

"Good girl," He said, patting her cheek with his fingers while keeping a tight grip on her mouth. "Don't worry it's nothing debilitating, but it will make this easier on the both of us."

Make what easier?! Emma thought, her vision blurring as tears began to slip down her cheeks. Not even a minute later her head began to spin and her limbs felt like rubber. He stayed pressed against her back for several moments until her body went completely limp, all the adrenaline numbed away. He released her mouth and let her head fall the short distance to the carpeted floor. Emma grunted and tried to speak but she felt impossibly groggy.

"Just relax, baby doll." The man said, brushing the hair from her sweat-covered forehead.

A strange, heady feeling grew in her stomach each time he spoke to her. Sweetheart? Baby doll? Who was this guy? Were home invaders always so jovial? It was impossible to make out his features in the darkness of her bedroom. All she knew for sure was that he was much stronger than her, taller too. Even though she had tried to fight him off with all her power he didn't sound all that put out.

"Stay there, won't you?" He said. She heard his footsteps drift out into the hallway.

Get up, Emma. Run. She thought. Her arms, her everything, felt heavy. Black spots danced across her vision.

He returned quickly and dropped something heavy by her side that made her start. From the corner of her eye it looked like a duffle bag. With minimal effort he pulled her from the floor and set her on her bed, her back to the ceiling.

"This won't take long." He said. Whoever he was, he certainly seemed to like the sound of his own voice.

She heard the sound of a zipper coming undone. He leaned over her, his hand cupping her chin again.

"I doubt you'll be able to make much noise, but in the interest of caution..." He trailed off, his fingers pinching her cheeks and forcing her mouth open again. He used his finger to push a thick strip of cloth into her mouth until it was stuffed full. Emma tried to protest but only managed a few muffled whines. He pressed her lips shut and produced a ring of shiny black tape. Pulling a strip loose with his teeth, Nick slapped it over her lips making sure to press down the corners. Once the first strip was down, began to wrap the next around her head. He wound it around once, twice then three times over, until all the skin below her nose was covered down to her chin.

"There we go." He said, dropping the roll of tape back into the bag. "Look at you..."

He shifted so he was sitting on the bed and drew her head up, pressing his lips over the tape where hers were. His thumb swiped at the tears running down from her eyes.

"What a sweet little slut you'll make, Emma."

Emma went cold from the inside out. Alarm bells screaming in her head.

He knows my name? She thought, her fear sparking anew. His words echoed over and over again in her head and her struggles resumed. She pressed her hands into the bed and tried to push herself up, but even that made her head spin wild.

"Ah, ah" The man said. "None of that now."

He placed his hand on the small of her back and pushed her down. In her drugged state it was all he needed to do. Emma mewled into her gag, unable to put up much of a fight.

"I know, sweetheart." The man cooed, rubbing her back. "The next few days will be tough for you, but if you're good things will go a lot smoother."

Emma barely had time to mull over what that could mean, before he grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her leg back until her heel hit her thigh. He grabbed a thicker roll of tape from the bag and began to wrap it around her ankle and leg several times. He did the same to her other leg. Once he was done her legs were well and truly trussed, she barely managed to move her feet up and down. The tightness forced her legs wider and she was acutely aware of the night breeze glancing off her bare thighs.

Whoever he is, he knows what he's doing. Emma thought, shivers wracking up and down her spine.

With her legs taken care of, Nick grabbed each of her arms just above her elbow and drew them back behind her. Emma gave another muffled whine, which only spurred him on. He felt rock hard in jeans. In normal circumstances, he considered tape to be a rather crude method of restraining a girl, but he couldn't deny it's efficiency. And although he had no reason to think they would be interrupted, he was anxious to get her to his country home, tie her down properly to his bed and fuck her senseless. He couldn't even count the nights he'd spent fantasizing about the moment and now that it was but a few hours away he could hardly contain himself.

He worked quickly, lashing her arms together with several bands of tape above and below her elbows. It was a nice surprise to find that she was fairly flexible. He already had plans in place to make her more so in the future. He wasn't certain he even needed to bother with her wrists but an idea struck him in the moment that was too good to pass up. After taping her wrists with the backs of her hands pressed together. He placed his hand over hers, reveling in how small it felt, and forced her fingers into a fist before wrapping it completely in tape. Emma felt another stab of fear shock her system as he did the same to her other hand, leaving her totally incapable of wrestling herself free. He paused for a moment, drinking her in. As he expected, she looked positively radiant bound like that. Were time not an issue he would have done more. He couldn't help but wish he'd brought along the collar he'd had made especially for her. Her neck looked sadly bare without it now. Still, he reasoned with himself, there would be a time for that to be presented. It was far too special a moment to waste now when she was half strung out. His eyes drifted from her head to her arms down towards her ass. Her dress had ridden up to the small of her back. Unable to stop himself, he reached down and kneaded at her flesh before letting his hand drift further towards her panties. To his surprise, he found the fabric already damp. He chuckled and pressed his middle finger deeper into her slit, letting the cotton fabric of her panties soak in more of the liquid.

Emma squealed again, the sound of it music to Nick's ears. She tried to close her legs but struggled to do so with the way they were tied.

"A little wet are we, princess?" He said, smiling as her face and neck turned scarlet in the dim light from her bathroom. Even in the lowlight he could see her blue eyes raging. It took everything in him not to drop his pants and fuck her right then and there. He lifted his finger to his nose and took in her scent. Emma whimpered, thoroughly humiliated, turning her head away and digging her cheek into her crumpled duvet.

So fucking cute. Nick thought, feeling rather heated himself.

She was everything he'd hoped she'd be and more. He slipped one arm around her waist and lifted her off the bed. She mewled and tried to wiggle out of his grasp. He only chuckled. With his free hand, he dragged the duffle toward the end of the bed and began to lower her inside. When Emma realized what he was doing, she doubled her efforts, shaking her head and trying in vain to talk through her gag. Her breathing came in short, swift gasps from her nose. Once she was settled amongst a small pile of rope and several rolls of tape, Nick straightened up and began to undo the knot in his tie.

"Let's see if we can't calm you down a bit," He said aloud before wrapping the tie tightly around her eyes.

Calm!? Emma thought as her world went black. How is this supposed to make me calm?

She shifted uselessly from side to side. What could she do? She didn't even have use of her fingers. Her heart dropped as she heard the unmistakable sound of the zipper being pulled all the way around the bag. She whimpered as Nick slung the duffle up over his shoulder and patted the side with his hand. He scanned the room quickly and grabbed her single luggage pack, hoisting it over his other shoulder.

It's like I weigh nothing at all. She lamented. Even if she wasn't trussed up, she wasn't certain she stood little chance against him. Despite the drug's lethargy, her pulse began to skyrocket as he carried her to the front door. She heard the jingle of her keys as he grabbed her purse from the couch and felt him pause to snatch her train ticket from the table by the door.

Oh god. She thought, sobbing in earnest now, the sound of it so faint she could barely hear it herself. He's kidnapping me! This can't be happening. No one's even expecting me back at work for a week!

Nick looked around the street outside of her apartment, pleased to see that no one occupied either sidewalk. Even if there had been passersby, he wasn't all that concerned. Emma's flat was one of five units in the building. He looked no different from any other business man, carrying a duffle and some luggage to his car. He smiled, somewhat in disbelief that things had gone so smoothly.

He looped his hand around the duffle and gave it a squeeze, eliciting a muffled yelp from inside.

"Let's get you home, sweetheart."