The Capture

The Capture

Kyle was on his third Jack and Coke when he noticed her from the corner of his eye. He looked down the bar at the gorgeous brunette who had just taken a stool around the corner from him. She was hot in an exotic way. Her skin was caramel colored, smooth, and radiant and she looked vaguely Latina or Middle Eastern, he couldn't be sure. Her lips were so lush and full and her lipstick was wet and shiny with a coppery color that perfectly complimented her skin. Her nails took his breath away! They were a glittery copper color and looked to be an inch long or more with an elegant curve and dagger-style tips. Nails were Kyle's weakness and they were always one of the first things he noticed in a woman.

"Oh shit!" he thought as he realized that he had been staring at her and she was looking directly at him! He was embarrassed and hoped she wasn't upset. His concern waned as he realized that she was smiling a coy little smile directly at him as she articulated her fingers to allow the bar lighting to shimmer off her nails.

"Wow," he thought, "She knows what I was staring at for sure." He looked back down at his drink and let his breathing return to normal.

"So you like my nails?" She cooed, as Kyle flinched on his stool, not having noticed that she had gotten up and come around to within two feet of him.

"Sorry I didn't mean to frighten you!" She apologized

"No, please forgive me for staring, it was rude of me," He said as he tried to settle himself again. "I have always loved long nails on a woman and yours are exquisite, but that doesn't excuse my rudeness for staring."

"I will forgive you if you will buy me a drink," She said smoothly. "I too have a long nail fetish and have had my nails long since I was a teenager, so it did not bother me that you noticed them; I took it as a sincere compliment. My name is Lisa, what is yours?"

"I am pleased you aren't upset, my name is Kyle, and what are you drinking?" He asked.

"I'll have a Martini, dry and very dirty." She said with a wickedly gorgeous smile.

Kyle turned away from her to give her order to the bartender so he did not see her squirting a liquid into his drink as his attention was averted. When he looked back at her she had taken the seat next to him and she was leaning towards him just enough to give him a great look at her ample cleavage. How had he not noticed her breasts sooner? Round, firm, and erect without the benefit of a bra! Wow, she was a knockout.

"Do you have a light," she asked as she withdrew a cigarette from her purse and held it between her delicate fingers. He couldn't peel his eyes off her and her lipstick was so inviting on her full smiling lips.

"Absolutely." He stated as he produced his lighter from a pocket.

As she drew on the cigarette her eyes locked on his and she non-verbally conveyed that she was about to test him. She inhaled deeply and then exhaled her smoke slowly and directly into his face as she watched for his reaction. Instead of making a protest his eyes glazed and turned dreamy while he inhaled her expelled smoke.

"I'm sorry," she said, not meaning it. "I should have asked if you minded if I smoke."

"It is quite all right." He sighed "I have a fetish for that too."

"I hoped you might." She purred "let's get a booth, shall we?"

She led him to a booth in the darkest part of the bar and sat down and pulled him in after her. Her smile was deeply seductive and her brown eyes were like talons locking onto his soul and drawing it into hers. She scooted directly up next to him touching his thigh with hers. As she looked deeply into his eyes she used her nails on the inside of his thigh making soft but definite pressure as she drew her nails from his knee, all the way to his crotch. She continued sharing her exhaled smoke and knew she had Kyle right where she wanted him. He was mesmerized by her and his eyes were glazing over when she asked...

"Do you mind me doing this? Does it bother you?"

At first, he couldn't speak, and then when he found his voice, it broke as he said, "Not at all, I am enjoying it...A lot!"

"I was pretty sure at least some parts of you enjoyed it. You are as hard as a rock! I love the feel of a hard cock through a man's pants." She whispered.

They talked for a bit longer until Kyle's vision began to blur and he shook his head trying to clear the cobwebs.

"What's wrong?" she queried "Are you feeling okay?"

"I don't know! I just started feeling very lightheaded and a little dizzy and sleepy. It's a totally weird feeling."

"Let me drive you home. You probably need to lie down and get some sleep. Let's go, my car is outside, it isn't too far."

She helped him pay the tab and then led him outside into the cool night air. He was unsteady and a bit dizzy, but she was strong for a woman of only about 5'4" and moderately petite build. They were just passing a custom van parked along the curb when he heard a noise that sounded like the side door of the van sliding open and suddenly, without comprehending just how it happened, he was falling backward.

Lisa was pushing him back into the van. Instead of hitting concrete the backs of his knees hit the running board of the van and he fell onto something very soft, and he was instantly grabbed by another set of hands and was pulled into the van and onto some type of cushion. Lisa, who was now straddling him reached behind her and pulled the van door closed.

The other set of hands belonged to a second woman who now peered down at him as his head was cradled in her lap. She too was gorgeous and her boobs were large enough that as she bent forward they nearly smothered him. She too had long nails and he felt them on his face, as she held his head still. Both women were making shushing sounds as if they were trying to soothe a crying baby, it was oddly sexy, but he was still not thinking clearly; it was like he was dreaming.

Suddenly the woman whose lap he occupied placed something over his nose and mouth and there was a sickly sweet odor. Up until now he had been too confused to struggle, but suddenly and instinctively he began to resist. He tried to get up, but Lisa had his lower body pinned under her as she straddled his hips and she was holding his arms down quite effectively with her strong hands and arms.

"Shhhhhh, it's okay baby, don't struggle, you are helpless and we are in control now," both women said in husky whispers "We are going to have some fun with you for a few days and we will control you 100%. If you are a good boy and do ALL that we tell you to do, then we MIGHT let you go when we are satisfied. But that will depend on how good a boy you are."

His cock was hard as a rock and as Lisa straddled him, the friction of her crotch against his also kept him aroused even as he was losing consciousness. As his vision dimmed and sleep began to take hold of him, he felt an odd mixture of panic and pleasure. Unable to fight any longer, he let himself go and stopped struggling completely. The last thing that occurred to him was an odd feeling that he was going to enjoy being their prisoner.

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