The Kidnapper Ch. 01

"Now, I believe we were in the middle of questions before somebody started crying. We should continue."

I nod, "Um, where are we? Is this your house?"

"Yep. I live upstairs, so I'll never be too far away."

"Okay. Uhh. How long were you following my blog for?"

He laughs, "Oh a *good* long time. I believe I've read every post, seen every picture you've reposted, every video, every complaint and personal rambling. I know you didn't have many followers, but I was always there."

I blush. I put stuff on there that I didn't think hardly anyone would ever see. Definitely not anyone I would ever meet, that's for sure. Men would post up in my DMs acting like they were going to dom me only for us to find that we lived in wildly different time zones or just weren't compatible. I cock my head to the side and look at him curiously, "Am I what you expected?"

"Oh baby. You're everything and more, so far."

I blush harder. That's not what I thought he was going to say. He lazily runs a finger up my tummy and traces around my nipple. I gasp and swallow hard. He leans in close to my ear and whispers, "Do you like that, princess?"

I nod, "Yes Daddy."

"Do you want to be my princess today?" His hand travels higher and lightly squeezes my throat, "Or do you want to be my slut?"

My mouth drops open. "I.. um... I don't know."

He leans back and keeps a very light grip on my neck. "Of course, why would you want to choose? You just want to be my toy, however I want to treat you. Isn't that right?"

I purse my lips and look up at him with apprehension. "Yes, Daddy... I think so."

"Well, I" he moves his hand up to tangle in my hair again. This time he pulls a little harder, just enough to force my head back, "know so." He isn't smiling anymore, and it scares me. He looks at me, lazy but predatory. Like a snake looking at a mouse that has nowhere to run.

I shiver under his gaze. "Now, let's see just how much of a slut you really are." His hand releases my hair and travels down. My eyes go wide and I start to panic, breathing faster. I know there's nothing I can do to stop him, so I just whimper. "Oh hush. You know you love it."

His hand slides down to my mound and rests there a second before he leans close to me, "I told you, you're mine. Your body, your mind, everything. It's mine." His hand pushes my legs apart and he runs his fingers down my puffy outer lips before toying with my hole. It's his turn for his eyes to go wide. He raises his brows and looks at me. "God, you're wetter than I thought. Dirty little slut." My cheeks must be crimson at this point. He plunges a finger deep inside of me and I gasp.

My toes curl and my back arches, "Oh god!"

He chuckles, "That's only one finger, little one. Wait. That's only one finger?" He flexes it and brushes against my spot. I moan and throw my head back. "Good god, you're tight," he grunts.

He starts to thrust it back and forth inside me and I lose all sense of where I am and what's happening.

"Fuck. Daddy!" My eyes roll back as heat pools in my belly.

"That's it, my perfect little slut. Come for me."

All it takes is a few more thrusts, harder and faster, for me to be sent over the edge. "God! Yes!!" I see stars as I start to come down, my breathing is ragged, and my heart is pounding in my ears. I feel him withdraw from me and I groan. I hear him moan and I look up to see him licking his finger.

"Damn, you taste so sweet." He puts it in front of my mouth. "Here, suck." I drowsily suck the cream off his hand and moan softly. He's right, I do taste sweet. "Such a good girl for me." I swirl my tongue around the tip of his finger and release it with a soft pop.

"Ohhh. That's it." He smiles deviously and gets up. "It's time." My brain is a little fuzzy, but I have no idea what he's talking about. He goes over to the wardrobe in the opposite corner of the room and opens a drawer. "Close your eyes, pet. I have a gift for you." I obey and wait. I hear the drawer close and him walk back over. I feel him sit down next to me. "Okay, open."

In his hands lies a pastel pink collar with little rhinestones studding it every few inches and a tag hanging off the front. It says "Property of Daddy." My breath catches in my throat. A collar? Oh... fuck. Despite the fact that I'm locked to a wall in this man's basement, him wanting to collar me puts a lump in my throat. I can't want this. I DON'T want this. I'm scared. He sees it on my face and tilts my chin up.

"Do you have something you want to say?" I think for a second and realize that even if he seems nice now, I'm still at his mercy. I need to stay compliant. I need to be so good that he keeps me... alive.

I shake my head. "No, Daddy."

He smiles and tells me to sit up and face away from him. "Pull your hair up as best you can."

It's a little tough with my hands still cuffed, but I manage to pull it to the side and out of the way. He puts it on me like a necklace and I hear a click as it locks into place. He kisses my back right under the collar.

"Now you look perfect." He has me turn around to face him and he unlocks the chain from my handcuffs. He attaches it to the collar so I'm once again chained to the wall. He takes the handcuffs off. "And now you have use of your hands, which I think you'll find quite useful."

"Thank you Daddy."

"Good girl. Now what does this collar symbolize?"

"That... that you own me?"

He smiles. "Yes I do. That's my little whore. You like being Daddy's whore?"

I gulp and look down at my freed hands. My body is screaming yes and half of my mind is crying no. "Yes Daddy."

"Say it."

"I- I like being your little whore, Daddy."

"Look at me."

I tilt my head up and take a breath. This is getting only slightly easier. I make eye contact with him and painfully squeeze the words out. "I like being... your little whore... Daddy."

"Oh good girl! See, it's not that hard." He ruffles my hair and then takes a look at it. "Princess, I think I need to brush your hair. It's looking a little tangled, and I want to take good care of you."

I look up at him excitedly, "Yes please, Daddy!"

"Woah, that's some enthusiasm." He laughs. "Alright. Sit tight." He heads into the bathroom to grab a brush and I have a second to feel the collar on me. I run my hands along the rhinestone studs and feel the back of it. Sure enough, there's a little spot for a keyhole there. This thing isn't coming off. He comes out of the bathroom and I go to make it look like I was playing with my hair instead of looking for a way to take the collar off.

He's got a wooden paddle brush in his hand and goes to lightly smack the other hand with the back of it, winking at me. I giggle nervously and ask him how I should sit. "Just turn that way towards the wall and let me work on this."

He puts the brush directly in the middle of the length of my hair and attempts to pull. It pulls my head back with it. "Ah. Daddy? I'm sorry to be bossy, but could you try starting at the bottom?"

He laughs, "Why yes, my spoiled little princess." I laugh too, nervously.

He starts brushing correctly this time and quickly gets the hang of it. The brush glides down the length of my back and sends pleasure coursing through my body. This is one of my favorite things in the world. I nearly forget my whole situation with how meditatively content I become. After a few minutes of bliss, he runs the brush all the way through and makes a satisfied noise. "All done."

"Thank you so much, Daddy," I mumble. He laughs and it pulls me mostly out of my reverie. "You really like that, don't you?"

"Mmhmm." I nod.

"Well I think I know what one of the treats you'll get when you behave can be then." He says this as he goes to put the hairbrush back in the bathroom. When he comes back, I smile at him. It's actually pretty genuine.

"Now," he grunts as he sits down in the chair. "I mentioned assignments. I work long days. I work from home, but I'm going to be busy most days except for checking in on you during breaks. And I don't want my little pet to get bored, so I'm going to put you through a school of my own making."

I'm getting a little nervous as he speaks, but I look over to the desk and figure this must be what that's for.

He notices, "Yep, that will be your work station. You'll read novels, textbooks, and instructional manuals and write me essays and summaries. Just like school. You liked school, didn't you?"

I nod, "Yes Sir. I was always pretty good at it."

"Good. I expect high quality from you. I'll be grading them from time to time. And you'll be either rewarded or punished based on the score."

I gulp and nod.

"Your first task for today while I'm making us brunch will be to start reading this..." he wheels the chair over to the desk and picks up a rather large tome and a small thin paperback book. "Beginner's Italian and a workbook. My family is from Italy and I'm mostly fluent, though a little rusty. Eventually, I'd like to be able to have conversations with you in it."

My eyebrows raise a little. I'd heard Italian was hard. "Yes Sir."

He smiles, "I can see you're skeptical. Don't worry, you'll be studying a few hours a day, 5 days a week. You'll get there faster than you expect."

I nod again. Considering whatever he has planned for 'punishment' is on the line, I think I'll be plenty motivated to get it done.

He comes over, unlocks the hook from the wall, and walks me over to the desk and bookshelf nook. I see another loop on the wall halfway between the desk and the bathroom door and he locks the chain there. "Come, sit here." He turns the chair towards me and I sit, the cool leather feeling strange against my hot pussy lips and bare ass. I wiggle, it feels odd but almost nice. He notices. "Ah, I've got something else for you since you've been so good this morning." He walks back over to the wardrobe and opens the doors on it. He pulls out a small white pleated skirt. He has me step into it and fastens it snugly against my waist. It feels just long enough to cover me when I sit. "So you don't soak the leather on the seat." He winks.

I figure I must look kind of silly with my tits out in a miniskirt, but it's nice to have something to cover up with. I sit back down on the chair and he puts the Italian book and workbook in front of me. "Start reading, you can skip the introduction. I shouldn't be long with our food. Just 20 minutes or so."

I spend the next 25 minutes reading the first chapter explaining the phonetic pronunciation guide used in the book, and how to use the workbook alongside it.

Daddy comes down the stairs with two bowls in hand. He sees me look up from the book and smiles, "Attagirl. Here's breakfast." He plops down a bowl of two fried eggs over rice with some sort of pickled veggies on the side. He could've given me gruel and I would have eaten it at this point, I'm starving.

I push the books away and look up at him. "Daddy, may I please have a fork to eat this with?"

"Oh my, what nice manners, babygirl. Yes you may."

I try not to eat so fast I give myself a stomach ache but it's hard, I'm so hungry and the food is delicious. He's a good cook. Before I know it, the food is gone and he's still eating. "Woah there," he chuckles, "slow down speed racer. Although, I suppose you didn't have dinner last night."

"Sorry I ate so fast, Daddy. I was really hungry."

"I guess so!"

He finishes his bowl and collects mine, going upstairs to wash them. That's something I won't miss down here, dishes. I shake my head, am I insane? What kind of a thought was that? I try to read the very last part of the chapter before he comes back down. I scan the last sentence as I hear the door clang open. Good timing.

He comes down with more papers in his hands. I look at them quizzically. "Don't worry about these just yet, doll. These are for later." He sets them face down on the desk and removes my chain from the wall. He doesn't put me back in the dog bed corner like I expect, but instead to the opposite wall where the big gym cushions lay. He unfolds two of them side by side and gestures for me to sit down. I do, and before I even get myself situated, he's crawling on top of me.

"See kitten, Daddy has today and tomorrow off and he's going to enjoy you thoroughly throughout that time." I lay back as he gets close to my face, and look at him, a little frightened. He has so much intensity to him, it's unnerving. I never know exactly what he'll do next.

"Plus, I promised you a punishment, but for now, let's play around for a while... explore each other. I want to suck, kiss, and lick every inch of your skin." He buries his head in the nook of my shoulder and starts lightly biting, licking, sucking, and kissing. Just like he said he would.

Pleasure overwhelms me. My neck is such a sensitive place, it drives me crazy to even have it touched. I moan and my back arches pushing me closer to him, my breasts brushing across his still bare chest. I gasp at the feeling. He growls lowly and makes his way down to my nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. Driving me insane. I pant and squirm under his touches. At this point I might be leaking onto the skirt. I can feel how sticky my pussy is becoming. He lets my other nipple go and kisses down my belly.

"God, I have to taste you." He works his way down and starts to take the skirt off, I lift my hips out of habit so he can take them off.

"Eager little bunny," he chuckles. I blush, but he can't see it. He's already between my legs, kissing my thighs. Suddenly, his tongue is exploring my inner folds, causing me to cry out from the intensity of the feeling. He varies between long slow licks up my outer lips and quick, erratic movements deeper inside me. At one point his tongue hits my clit directly.

"Ah! Oh fuck!" It's almost too much, almost painful. He moans and pulls back for a moment. I feel his finger start to enter me again and my head is thrown back, groaning. My left hand reaches to squeeze my nipple while the right grabs onto my thigh to open my legs further for him. He starts pumping his finger inside me while his tongue goes to work lapping at my pussy. The combination is so much sensation that I forget to breathe for a second. I gasp a breath in and shudder as his tongue pokes near my clit again. "Ugnnn, Dadddddy!"

He whispers in between eating me out, "That's it, baby. Come on my tongue."

I thrust my hips up to get more pressure against it, so he buries his face in my pussy and goes wild with his tongue. I gasp and croak out a moan, overwhelmed with pleasure. My body spasms and my eyes roll to the back of my head as I cum harder than I've cum in years. I barely make a sound as my hands grasp around for anything to hold onto. I shudder as the orgasm passes and go limp on the mat, panting. He releases me from his grip and lays down next to me, kissing my cheek. "You got my face all messy, kitten. I'll be right back." I hear the sink turn on in the bathroom briefly and then feel his weight beside me again. I slowly open my eyes and blink a few times. I sigh, "Thank you, Daddy."

He chuckles, "Oh don't worry, my dear. You'll be thanking me properly soon enough. I'll let you catch your breath first though. Turn on your side." A little bit of fear runs through me, but I'm so relaxed it barely phases me. I turn and feel his large body come up behind me and cuddle closer. His arm goes over my tummy and he pulls me in so that we're pressed together. I can feel something hard against my ass... I go still and blush, knowing what might happen soon. A bit of dread pops up in my mind. Am I really going to let him do that? What would happen if I tried to say no? The thought of his "consequences" scares me and I push the idea of resisting him aside. I can't do that to myself, I can take him raping me, I can't handle whatever punishment would come if I refused. So far, the sex has been pleasurable and he has been... mostly kind to me. If I just play along and pretend that I want this, I can probably get through it.

My breathing slows as my plan falls into place, I rest my arm on his over his and trace a pattern lightly on the top of his hand with my fingernail. I bet the more I show him affection, the less likely he'll be to hurt me.

"Mmm, whatcha doin, kitten?" his breath is hot and his voice low and grumbly against my neck.

I giggle softly, "Sorry Daddy, just a habit."

"I like it." He kisses my neck softly below my ear and I let out a breathy sigh. I can think what I want about him, but I have to admit that he knows just where to touch me for the greatest effect. "How are you feeling now? Have you come back to earth?" He puts his hand on top of mine and threads our fingers together.

"Mostly, I think so."

"Good." He squeezes my hand. "I think it's time for Daddy to get some relief, don't you?" He lightly grinds his hips into my ass, making me very aware of the bulge in his pants.

I choke on my words for a second and then clear my throat, "Um, yes Daddy, I do. How are we going to do that?"

He chuckles into my hair, "Good girl. I want to feel your lips wrapped around me, your tongue licking up and down..." He grinds against me harder this time, making me gasp.

"Y-yes Daddy." Now, I've always been pretty good at blowjobs, but if I know one thing about myself it's that if I want to get it even close to down my throat, I have to be relaxed. So I take a deep breath and try to center myself. I repeat the mantra in my head *I have to be good for him.*

He rolls me onto my back and pulls me from my thoughts. "Don't be nervous, little girl, you're not being graded on this... yet." He winks. I force a small smile on my face. He stands up and unbuckles his belt; I gulp and let me breath out, it's shaky. He pulls down his jeans and briefs in one swift tug, and his erection comes popping out. My eyes go a bit wide. I was right, it is big. He kicks his clothes to the side where my skirt lies, and we look at each other for a moment, both fully naked. He crooks a finger, motioning me to come forward. The tag on my collar jangles lightly as I get up on my knees and crawl to him at the edge of the mat. I'm suddenly very thankful for his planning ahead, kneeling on the concrete is painful. I look up at him, awaiting an order.

"Give me your hand." I place my hand in his, and he puts it on his cock. I wrap my fingers around it and find that it fits exactly. Any bigger and my fingertips wouldn't touch. He must be at least 6 inches long, maybe more. I wonder if I'll be able to deepthroat him, or if he'll give me a choice in the matter. I feel his eyes on me, and I look up, suddenly feeling very small and scared to displease him.

He pats the top of my head, "Just explore me for a bit, baby. Get comfortable, then we'll see if you can make me come."

"Yes Daddy." It's barely a whisper but he nods in acknowledgement.

I stroke up and down the shaft lightly with my hand for a second before going to the base of the underside and licking all the way up to the tip. He hums happily. I take the head of it into my mouth and swirl my tongue around in circles.

"Ohh, yes," he whispers. I can feel myself getting wet from hearing the pleasure I'm giving him, so I see how far down I can take his cock in my throat. I get about halfway down before I can feel that I'm going to gag, so I pull off. I lick it like a lollipop for a little while and look up to him with my best doe eyes. He smiles down at me with lust in his gaze. I wrap my fingers around the base and start to bob my head up and down as far as I can go.

"Oh princess, just like that." He groans and throws his head back. He puts a hand gently but firmly on the back of my head and starts to guide me at the pace he wants. It's nice and slow at first, but then he starts to thrust more roughly into my mouth and I do my best to not gag. I feel tears falling from my face as the tip of his cock starts to go down my throat. I gag and try to pull off but he's got my hair gripped tight in his hand. I try to breathe in the short amount of time my airways are open but he keeps coming back so fast. At this point, he's fully facefucking me with both hands on the back of my head, and he's moaning loudly. Tears are streaming down my face and my vision is starting to blur. I tap his leg a couple of times quickly, hoping he'll get that I'm going to pass out. His moans grow louder and I feel a warmth rush in my throat. He holds me in place as his cum pours into my tummy. My world is going black at the edges as he finally pulls me off his cock. I sputter and fall onto the mat, coughing violently. My head is pounding and my throat feels like it's bruised. I start to sob from the pain and he chuckles.