Seduction By Abduction
by Paula Powell
A new game he had devised
And I had agreed to comply
The name of the game was
Seduction By Abduction
I was to be kidnapped
Bundled into a car and hijacked
Taken to a secret destination
And driven to distraction
I would get no prior warning
It could happen any time
I wouldn't see it coming
He was playing with my mind
One Friday as I left work
He was waiting beside my car
Watching me like a hawk
"Now it starts," he said
I had to drive to a secluded spot
There, in an empty parking lot
He put me in the back seat
And bound my hands and feet
He covered my mouth and eyes with tape
He said something about simulated rape
That it was my destiny, my fate
Then he made me lie flat on the seat
He drove round and round
I was listening out for sounds
Trying to get a clue
To our whereabouts
We finally pulled up
And he hauled me out
He continued the build-up
Pulling and pushing me about
My wrists and ankles he untied
Then swatted my behind
And made me stand
With my legs spread wide
He removed my blindfold
And my blood ran cold
In his clenched fist
He held a pistol
We were in a forest
Outside a log cabin
A cosy little nest
He roughly pushed me in
I knew the gun wasn't real
But it was a big deal
I looked round, and felt dizzy
He had obviously been busy
Hooks and chains adorned the walls
A metal rail above the door
But what really took be aback
Was the wooden torture rack
Then, with growing excitement
I gazed in amazement
At a stack of bondage equipment
Piled up on the floor
He pushed me into another room
And said that very soon
My real ordeal would begin
He left me alone, locking me in
I took off the gag and looked around
No windows, no furniture
But in a corner I found
A stack of pornographic literature
Damsels in distress
In various stages of undress
Girls being tormented
The scenes were quite inventive
He was giving me a taste
Of what was in store for me
Humiliation and torture
In equal proportion
The porn was doing the trick
I was soon yearning for his prick
But for that treat
I knew I had a long wait
I sat on the floor for ages
Leafing through the glossy pages
Then I heard the key in the door
And I quickly put the gag back on
He stripped me to panties and bra
And to the rail above the front door
He chained and shackled me
Arms stretched wide apart
He said he was going to whip me
While continuing to strip me
We would use a cat o' nine tails
He was going to make me wail
He lashed me across my bare back
Just above my knickers
Then he paused to fetch
An enormous pair of scissors
He snipped the straps of my bra
And ripped it off
Then he cut my panties
And whipped them off too
He began flailing my naked behind
But kept the strokes quite light
He was pacing himself
My ordeal would last all night
He removed my gag
And said he was going to feed me
I would need to keep my strength up
For my prolonged beating
He took me back to my cell
And gave me bread and water
"That's all you get here," he said
"Your attitude I'll damn well alter"
He left me alone for an hour
My fate to contemplate
My back and arse tingling
From the initial flogging
When he let me out
He chained me to a wall
He began to shout at me
Calling me a slut and a whore
He tongued my nipples to get them erect
Then put weighted clamps on them
I was relishing his domination of me
He was my king, I was his subject
To my ankles he attached a leg-spreader
He tightened my chains
And put a hood over my head
"Now you'll feel real pain," he said
He gave me a harder lashing than before
Breasts, belly, hips, thighs, pussy
When he released me
I sank on my knees to the floor
He gave me a few minutes to recover
Then took off my hood
He said he was going to make me grovel
He was going to "hurt me good"
I was grateful for the brief rest
He even took the clamps off my breasts
But before too long
I had to clean his boots with my tongue
Throughout the shoeshine session
I had to do push-ups
He had obviously been brushing up
On his domination techniques
Next he put me on the rack
The wood digging into my back
Arms and legs spread wide part
By hooks and chains
He'd borrowed the implement from a friend
My ways he was going to mend
"I'm going to play a little game with you," he said
"And for once you're going to tell the truth
"I want to hear your darkest fantasy
And exactly what you think of me"
If he thought I was lying
My limits he would test
He ordered me to start talking
As he walked round me
"I love you," I said
"I worship the ground you walk on"
"I believe you," he told me
"Now, what about that fantasy?
What do you dream about?
What makes you cream?"
"Please don't make me do this," I begged
"It's really embarassing"
He turned the rack's crank-handle
And said: "I'll make you sing"
My whole body was starting to ache
But I knew that more I could take
So I kept my mouth shut
Determined to hold out
"We'll see just how long
You can suffer in silence," he said
"How long it takes me
To break your damn defiance"
Again the handle turned
And I cried out in pain
My body felt like it was burning
The he began tapping me with his cane
"I'll make you talk, bitch," he said
"Just wait until you're at full stretch
In the end you'll have to tell me
Why prolong your agony?"
"OK, OK, I'll tell you my fantasy!
But first I'm begging for your mercy
Please don't rack me any more
Please show some leniency"
As he stood, hand poised on the handle
I told him my secret fantasy
"It's public humiliation," I said
"And involves several men, with candles
"I'm a performer in a sex show
Men from the audience strip me
They pin me down on the stage
And hot candle wax is dripped all over me
"They blow out the candles
And they take it in turn
To fuck me with them
In my pussy and bum
"Then they stand over me
As I'm lying on by back
And they masturbate
Ejaculating all over by body
"That's my fantasy, darling
And I swear I'm telling the truth
You can rack me all you like
But I'm not lying to you"
"I believe you completely," he said
And he took the rack down a notch
"Thank you, sweetheart," I said
"Thank you so much"
"But," he added, "you stay
Right where you are
Close your eyes and prepare
For a big surprise"
A few seconds later
He told me to open my eyes
"Oh, yes, darling," I cooed
As I saw what he was holding
In each hand a lighted candle
He poured the wax on my thighs
Then, as in my fantasy,
I felt one of them inside my cunt
He fucked me so hard with it
And I enjoyed every minute
Stretched on that rack
Helpless and submissive
He quickly made me cum
Then helped me off the rack
He stroked my hair
And gently massaged my back
"OK, that's it," he said
"You've had enough
And I'm dying to
Get you into bed"
"I want that, too," I said
And we passionately kissed
"But can I ask a favour
Will you cane me first?
"Put me on the rack face-down
Cane my arse, whip my back
"I want you to really stripe me
Brand your mark all over me"
A minute later I was back on the rack
But nowhere near full stretch
He fetched cane and cat
And thoroughly lashed my flesh
He soon had me squealing
But it wasn't just pain I was feeling
I was so grateful I had a man
So expert in spanking
He finished me off
With a really hard whack
And when I stopped shrieking
I thanked him
Then he fucked me
Prick in arse, candle in cunt
Then vice-versa
Faster and faster
I exploded as he ejaculated
Our carnal thirst sated
He collapsed across my back
And gently kissed my neck
Later, as were drinking wine
He said: "Did you have a good time?"
"Darling," I said in reply
"I had the time of my fucking life"