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If there was ever such a thing as a well-timed kidnapping, this was one of them. By the time Kit felt the strong hand closing over her mouth and the drug-soaked haze settling over her brain, she was ready to accept it. She had lost her job, lost her sense of worth, and completely lost her motivation. She thought she had been achieving good things at her job. She had been achieving good things. She had fulfilled her role and yet she lost her job out of nowhere.

There had been a couple of tear-soaked days moving between the bed, the couch, and the kitchen before she steeled herself to apply for new jobs. She had a marketable skill-- she would apply to new places and other employers would want her…. but updating her resume broke her down. She needed a change of scene.

And so she left her home. She walked for a long time, longer than she normally would. She didn't want to go back to her place alone. She didn’t want to be faced with anything. How was she supposed to find a new job when the idea of choosing what to make for dinner made her want to give up? Her ever present self-doubt drove her to keep walking, even when her legs were tired. They fell numb but she only thought of putting one in front of the other. She wasn’t thinking about direction really. She wasn’t thinking about anything but getting away from any reactions to her crying face. She could see people trying to figure out if they should offer her comfort or stay away from her. Kit didn’t need to give them that choice. She walked away from people whenever possible, seeking out more and more isolation. 

She tuned herself into the ambiance of the city. It was kind of exciting to be out all alone. She felt vulnerable, in a delicious way she couldn’t quite understand. Like one of those thriller movies where the villain is just a little too hot, and watching them be violent becomes a little too exciting.  At a certain point she vaguely noted she was lost, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable thought. It simmered on the back burner of her brain, shifting into fantasy. It wouldn’t be so bad to be kidnapped, would it? Have someone take you away from all your troubles, take care of all of your needs…

Kit blushed as she felt herself getting aroused at the idea of what someone might do to her, when she was completely at their mercy. Maybe they would keep her restrained and gagged, unable to run away or scream. Her skin flashed hot as she imagined some stranger hovering over her with a knife, telling her to keep quiet as they slip their hands up her dress. She thought about them coercing her into dirty behavior she would rarely admit she enjoyed and wanted to do. Keeping her locked away, a special plaything to be cared for and enjoyed.

These were the thoughts interrupted by grabbing hands and a chemical-soaked rag smothering her mouth and nose. She might have fought back, but the timing had been so perfect. It felt almost like her daydream had come to life. In the end, her body went slack and she fell into their arms easily.

Her daydreams became wet dreams. She felt her body being touched all over. She was being undressed and felt wet at the idea of being her kidnapper’s personal sex doll. Her dream was so realistic, and her body felt so heavy, she decided to enjoy it as it was. Her imagination was never this vivid.

In her dream, she felt her clothes gently pulled off while she laid on a soft blanket. She could feel a glowing warmth on one side, and guessed there might be a fire. She smiled and snuggled into the softness underneath her. She almost thought she heard a fond chuckle somewhere in the shadows of the dream. Hands returned to grope her breasts and she felt warmth and wetness dripping downwards, her own body responding to the touches. Hands massaged her muscles until she felt herself practically melting into the floor. The lazy touches lulled her under again, where she stayed until she heard a gentle clink of metal links against each other, which intrigued her.

She opened her eyes, still under some incredible sort of high. She felt wonderful, warm and stretched out, just a puddle on a fluffy sort of bed on the floor by the fire. She smiled and nuzzled into the blanket, reaching outward until she felt her hands restrained. She looked blearily at the cuffs on her wrists, each connect to each other and to…. A snug leather collar fastened around her neck. She blushed deeply, unsure why she was not alarmed or even that surprised. Her brain seemed to be processing and reacting in half time, as she assessed what else she was wearing. It was not a lot.

“Hello love,” a deep, soft voice came to her, and she felt herself being lifted into a sitting position. She looked up at the most gorgeous person she had ever seen. Her first impression was of the strong hands and arms that righted her balance before retreating. Then a dashing smile, quickly muffled by something almost shy. She felt drunk, watching their features blur slightly even as she tried desperately to focus. Their brown skin glowed in the warm light of the basement, and she found herself struck utterly speechless, trying to take in as much as she could.

They were speaking to her. Their mouth was moving and they were saying something, but she felt caught up in their imploring tone. Words were pouring from them, explanations like a rushing river. She shied away from their intense, expressive gaze, instead watching entranced as their lips formed words. They washed over her steadily until the sounds resolved into something she could understand.

“I know you need this. I know you do. If you could just let me keep you, I know I could help you. You want to be better and I know what you need. I’ll take care of you. I’ll support you. I won’t expect you to make any hard decisions or prove your intelligence or worth to me. I just want you to be here and to…”

They trailed off here, clearly shy again, but Kit was already nodding along, mesmerized. 

“Tell me,” She said with a soft intensity that compelled her kidnapper to speak.

“I want you here, to keep you. To make you mine in all ways. To use your body for my pleasure and give you pleasure in return.” As they spoke, their voice got stronger and more confident. Their eyes searched hers for any sign of doubt or disinterest or fear– but found none. By the time they finished, they were satisfied.

Kit raised her chin. “I accept.”

They released a breath and smiled softly, looking at her with such excited tenderness it made her blush. She thought about what she just agreed to and instinctively flexed her thighs against the wave of hot wet arousal that bubbled low in her stomach. Her kidnapper noticed and their gaze immediately dropped to her thighs, nostrils flaring. They caged her against the wall, closing the distance between their faces. Kit's heart fluttered, mouth dry as she looked up into those dark brown eyes, tender and hard and excited and resigned at the same time. Her eyes fluttered closed as they leaned in to kiss her, inhaling sharply through her nose. She could taste them and smell them and it was wonderful. She felt her worries melt away and she leaned into the kiss, reveling in the freedom of relinquishing control.

Her kidnapper was becoming more firm now, hands creeping up her side to cup the base of her skull. Their hands felt so big against her head, and for the first time in a very long time, she felt small. Small, dainty, fragile. While the passion of their kisses increased, they held her like she was a precious, treasured item, and it was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She was panting now, stealing breaths between kisses, allowing them to tease her with their tongue.

“We–” they gasped, locking lips with her again. “We can discuss specifics later… but for now...”

She looked into their eyes, and her kidnapper sucked in a harsh breath.

“Get down on your fucking knees,” they purred.

They didn’t give her a choice, of course. The hand on her throat flexed enough that she actually felt her body sway. She responded to the pressure automatically, falling to her knees in an almost practiced way. She had often been submissive in her past relationships, but she had never responded to anyone like this. This person was speaking to her in a language of desire she didn’t even realize she had. 

“I’m gonna need you to open that pretty mouth,” Their hand was at their fly, and with the sound of the belt buckle and unzipping sound, her mouth went slack. She could feel herself salivating and blushed, beginning to pull away. She was taken aback by how quickly she was responding to this rough attention. She knew she was wet, she was actually a little ashamed of it. 

Strong hands took her jaw, squeezing to force her mouth open. She took the hint, opening her mouth shyly. Her kidnapper was not shy.

Their cock was hard and insistent in her mouth, finding the back of her throat immediately. They thrust shallowly, testing her gag reflex. Kit did her best to keep from choking, but it had taken her by surprise. She had never had someone use her like this. But that had been exactly what they had said they wanted to do with her, and she had agreed…

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