The Anniversary Abduction
An erotic short story
By Natasha Paige
Copyright 2016 Natasha Paige
Smashwords Edition
Table of Contents
The Anniversary Abduction
Later That Evening
The Anniversary Abduction
Sophie stretched her arms to the sky and let the car door slam behind her. Back arched, face towards the sun she let out a groan, the two-hour drive from the city had been a little rougher than normal but she had made it to the cabin without incident. Face tipped up, she took a deep breath of mountain air and admired the crystal clear blue sky above her. Tall pines jetted sharply into the sky casting patchy shade across her and the car. It had been 90° when she left the city but it felt much closer to 80 here in the mountains. Long drive be damned, she was more than ready to enjoy her four-day vacation and some much needed alone time with her husband. Four days of rest, relaxation, long walks and even longer conversations. And hopefully a lot of sex.
Nolan was working a lot of over time trying to make junior partner at the small law firm Myers, Evens & Whitlow, where he worked. When he wasn’t working OT, he was busy doing all the schmoozing-Sophie’s choice of word not Nolan’s-that went along with being (and trying to be) a partner. He had admitted to her it was stressful for him but it was a goal he had set for himself and they both wanted to see him achieve it. However, with stress their sex life had taken a dive.
Sophie had to admit she hadn’t been all that eager to encourage him lately either. Her job as a case worker at a foster family agency often left her mentally exhausted and a little depressed. Most often at the end of the day the only thing she wanted to put her mouth on was a glass of wine. After four years of marriage things had gotten a little routine and with both of their busy careers it was easy to leave sex behind. Hopefully this little getaway could rekindle some of the passion from their early days. In Sophie’s book there was nothing like a glass of wine and the woodsy scent of a fire to get the juices flowing. There was something about a man that smelled faintly of wood smoke that turned her on. Probably came from having grown up in the mountains. As a teenager the number one activity for high school kids in her small town was to sneak into the woods with pilfered alcohol and have a bonfire. Sophie had some incredibly fond memories from those days.
She pulled the rubber band from her thick brown hair and shook it lose, massaging her tender scalp. Nolan wasn’t supposed to be at the cabin for another two hours. He had gotten a late start out of town, getting a last-minute call at the office, but just in case he showed up early she wanted to make sure she looked her best. The heavy mass fell to the middle of her back reminding her she really needed to make a hair appointment. Her husband loved her with long hair but it wasn’t practical in her busy life. However, she was glad she hadn’t cut it before this trip, Sophie wanted everything to be perfect for him.
She bent forward and looked in the side view mirror checking to make sure her makeup was still in place. For a quick minute she admired her large round brown eyes, full pink lips and healthy tan complexion. Hardly any difference from the day they were married. She smiled, Nolan too hadn’t aged a bit, was still as handsome as the day she had met him. Thinking about him the image in the mirror changed, instead of seeing herself she saw Nolan, coming out of the shower just that morning, dark blond hair a little longer than it should be, blues eyes still sleepy. He didn’t have a normal lawyers body. He was built with a muscular chest and shoulders, a body created from working at the mill as a teenager and maintained with daily visits to the gym. Sophie felt her pussy throb thinking of the small line of hair that led from his abdomen to his cock. How tiny drops of water glistened on it before he had toweled off, how his cock and balls had hung heavy between his legs before he wrapped the towel around himself blocking her view. Yes, it was definitely time they brought sex back into their marriage, they were both young attractive people and it was way too early in life to give that up.
Sophie had met Nolan at, of all places, a bar called ‘The Inebriated Swine’. They had been there with different groups of college friends. All it had taken was one dance and they had gone home together. Sophie was impressed-and turned on by-the way he could move. As cliché as it sounded she wanted to see if he could move as well in bed. He did. Sophie still got a little moist between the thighs whenever she heard ‘Sail’ by Awolnation, the song to which they first danced. Much to their friends surprise their ‘one-night stand’ had turned into living together in two weeks’ time. They dated for two years before they’d finally gotten married. Those two years had been passionate, fun, exciting times. The first year of marriage had been just as passionate but different, a little more secure, somehow the lust grew deeper, they didn’t fuck anymore, they made love but it had been just as good. Then had come the promotions, long hours and late-night business dinners. Before they knew it, they were just another old married couple having perfunctory sex once a month, Sophie supplementing her needs with erotica and masturbating before going to sleep at night and Nolan……? Sophie was sure there wasn’t another woman but surely he had to do something to get himself off.
This would be the closest they’d come to a vacation since their honeymoon and Sophie was damn sure going to make use of every second they had together and try to bring back just a little of the spice that they had lost.
She took a look at the cabin Nolan had found on VRBO. Calling it a cabin was like calling the titanic a boat. It was a gorgeous 2 story timber structure with a sharp A-line roof and a lot of windows in the front overlooking a sloping grassy lawn that led to the forest. With the tall pines surrounding the cabin the feeling of isolation was absolute. Sophie loved it. From what she remembered from the ad the rear of the cabin had a large deck overlooking a small creek and more woods as far as the eye can see. The deck was graced with a glossy new hot tub, state-of-the-art grill and enough patio furniture for a football team. The inside of the place was all vaulted ceilings, rough timbers and leather furniture. Sophie was eager to check the place out. She put her hands on her back and gave one last thorough stretch then turned to grab her suitcase out of the backseat of the car. It was time to get this party started.
She grabbed the suitcase with both hands and started to pull it out and as she stood up she saw a flash out of the corner of her eye and a vague sense of unease went through her. It was very quiet and isolated out here. Great for a couple, not so great for a woman alone. She turned her head to the left to get a better look; an animal must have scampered across the yard. A very tall animal. As she did so an arm came around her chest squeezing her breasts and she was held fast against a hard body. She opened her mouth to scream and barely hitched in a breath when a foul-smelling cloth was pressed over her nose and mouth. The rear door of the car slammed closed as she was dragged backwards. She had one last glimpse of blue sky, heard the call of a hawk off in the distance and then the world was black.
Sophie came to in a flash, heart beating wildly, skin flushed. For a moment she thought she was just late for work, maybe she had forgotten to set the alarm. Today was not a day she wanted to be late. Today she was meeting her husband for a mini vacation and she wanted to get the day started off right. She took a deep breath and noticed a faint foul odor that was unfamiliar to their home, a chemical smell. She could feel crisp cool sheets beneath her bare skin and as nice as they felt she knew it wasn’t right. She opened her eyes and saw that the world was still dark. She must have woken up way too early, it was still night or very early morning. She frowned realizing she was nude. She never slept nude, she always slept in some sort of pajamas. She just didn’t feel comfortable with nothing on, was always too cold. N
olan teased her for wearing socks to bed all summer. Everything clicked into place in a rush. She remembered standing by the car feeling nervous about something and then a hand wrapping around her waist and then…nothing. She was kidnapped, someone had kidnapped her! She was alone in the mountains, her husband hours away and she was kidnapped! Her heart had been beating rapidly now it went into overdrive. She drew in a breath to scream like never before when a hand clapped gently over her mouth.
“Now sweetie, don’t make us have to gag you.” The voice was gentle, faintly amused. Sophie went from half scared to death to puzzlement in a matter of seconds. She knew that voice. Nolan. She tried to rise from the bed, about to give him the ‘what for’ when she first realized that her eyes were open and she still couldn’t see. Blindfolded? She was wearing a blindfold. Second, she realized, as she tried to put her hands behind her to scoot up on the bed, that she couldn’t move. Her hands and feet were tied, spread-eagled to the bed. The facts hit her quickly then that she was tied up, naked, in a strange bed, in a strange cabin and her husband found it somewhat amusing. She calmed her breathing and tried to relax against the sheets.
“Nolan?” there was a slight whimpering tone to her voice she didn’t like. Beneath the blindfold her eyes moved wildly trying to find some glimmer of light. From the bottom she saw a faint line and realized it was still daylight, she hadn’t been out for that long. “What are you doing?”
“Consider this our anniversary gift.” His voice was husky, she called this his ‘turned on” voice. She realized that he could see her completely nude, spread-eagle and tied to the bed. He must have quite a vision laid before him. Somehow Sophie knew he was hard as a rock. Sophie felt the throb between her thighs grow. She really did need to get laid more often.
“Our anniversary isn’t for another three months. Please untie me.” She tried to keep her voice calm, practical, when she felt anything but. She felt excited, hot. Faintly scared but the pulsing of her pussy shoved thoughts of self-preservation to the back burner. She paused for a moment and her tension went up a few notches. “Wait, you said us! Is there someone here with you?” Her voice went up several octaves in the last sentence and Nolan’s hand clamped over her mouth again.
“We’ll have to gag her for a bit?” It was a deep masculine voice, familiar but definitely not her husband’s. She couldn’t put a face with it. And something in her told her that she really wanted to put a face with that voice. It was deep and strong and pulled at something inside of her that made her ache even harder than before. What the hell was Nolan up to?
“Go ahead and hand me the gag.”
“Nolan don’t you dare….” Sophie wasn’t able to finish her sentence before she felt hands gently raise her head and a soft cloth gag wrapped around her face across her mouth and behind her head. Her head was gently laid back on the pillow and she realized that she could neither talk, move or see. A crazy mixture of lust and terror went through her body, a feeling that she could not describe and wasn’t sure she wanted to. Instead she concentrated on breathing deeply and calmly through her nose: in out in out. And as she did that she realized her nipples were rock hard and her pussy wetter than it had been in a very long time. She was as turned on as she was terrified.
Sophie moaned low in her throat when foreign lips closed around her nipple. A wet tongue made a circle around first one nipple then the next. A shaft of heat shot from her tits to her clit. Sophie let out an involuntary moan. Muffled though it was through the gag it was an obvious sound of pleasure. Sophie felt a flush start at her face and move down her body, her husband was watching while a strange man made her moan with pleasure. The thought filled her with lust and shame, the most erotic combination she had ever felt.
“Tell me you’re okay with this baby, tell me you want this?” Nolan’s voice came from her left up by her head and with a start she realized he had moved closer and was watching this man devour her breasts with eagerness.
“If you’re not okay, say the word and he’s gone. It will be just you and me.” The strange mouth left her breast, kissing a trail down to her navel. He sucked on the skin just above her bellybutton before his tongue dove in to explore briefly, then continued on down the softness of her lower abdomen giving gentle bites here and there. Nolan took over teasing the abandoned flesh of her breasts. A single finger tracing slow circles around her nipples. Round and round he went pausing occasionally to pinch each, his touch hesitant, maddening, waiting for her response. The stranger paused also, hovering above the delicate line of her pubic hair, waiting just as Nolan did. Neither one would proceed without her permission. Did she want this? Yes! She wanted it more than anything she’d ever known. The hot breath blowing through her pubic hair made it hard for her to concentrate but through the gag she tried to say ‘yes, yes please, yes now!’ but all that came out was unintelligible sounds.
“I believe she’s trying to talk to us.” Nolan said with amusement in his voice “should I remove the gag?” Sophie nodded vigorously. Both men chuckled and she squirmed in embarrassment at her eagerness. “There will be no shouts from you? No more scolding?” he asked as he lifted the damp cloth away from her face.
“No, I mean yes.” She stammered “I mean yes I want this please.” What Sophie wanted was for the strange man between her thighs whose breath was gliding over her wet clit to dive face first in there and lick and suck and bring her to a screaming orgasm and she knew it would happen if they would just quit talking.
“So I can leave the gag off?”
“Yes! Yes, leave it off. Please just do it, lick me.” A laugh sounded from between her thighs and Sophie felt strong hands slide underneath and pull her further down on the bed, felt the restraints pull against her wrists.
“I believe she’s all in.” Sophie nodded vigorously unable to waste anymore breath with words. And then the tip of a tongue slid between the wet folds of her pussy, briefly stopped to flick at her clit before moving down to trace circles around her entrance. Sophie’s back arched off the bed, she tried to pull her legs up, to open up further, to offer more of herself but the ties around her ankles prevented such movement. She was left frantically tilting her pelvis towards that delightful teasing mouth. The mouth languidly moved back up to her clit where it licked her thoroughly, tongue moving at times fast and firm then soft and slow, then lips full on sucking, drawing that lovely button fully in giving it unrelenting pressure. Sophie felt her orgasm coming, building steadily, and as much as she wanted it, she wanted to hold it off, to enjoy these fucking awesome sensations forever. But she could hold it off no more. The orgasm ripped through her like a train, she heard the sounds coming out of her mouth, ragged primal sounds, felt her hips rise, grinding her pussy into the face that had graced her with such ecstasy and she didn’t care. Didn’t care how her face contorted or if she sounded like a dockside whore as she shouted “fuck, fuck, fuck”! She just wanted to ride this orgasm to it’s beautiful conclusion. As the last of the orgasm left her the stranger leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her mound right above her clit. Sophie whimpered, even that was sensitive, and pushed her hips into the bed. She lay limp, and spent and refreshed all at the same time.
She felt an emptiness in the space around her, Nolan and her new lover had moved away. She could feel it almost like a drop in temperature. A beep sounded and then music began to play, Crazy Love by Van Morrison. Sophie smiled, he knew her well. There was a familiar ‘swish’ sound, the clink of glass and a low murmur of voices. The boys were having a beer. Part of her knew she should be mad; she was tied to a bed, left alone after having been kidnapped from her own car, while they drink a cold refreshing beer. But what she really felt was turned on, thinking of them standing there sipping a beer, eyeing her spread and tied to a bed. Drinking and planning what next to do to her, what lovely, awful, wonderful things they were going to do to her. Sophie’s pussy tingled just thinking of it. There were soft footsteps and Sophie felt a hand in her hair pushing tendrils back from her forehea
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“Thirsty baby?” Sophie nodded at first, she was having trouble finding her voice. Between the orgasm and her current anticipation, she seemed to have forgotten her words.
“Yes, thank you.” Her voice was hoarse; she did need a drink. A hand cupped the back of her head and gently lifted it. A cool glass hit her bottom lip and crisp liquid slid down her throat, slightly tart. The bubbles brought a smile to her face.
“Prosecco? It really is a party.” She took a couple heartier sips before the glass was lifted away from her lips.
“I told you, it’s our anniversary.” Nolan leaned forward and whispered the last in her ear. The second set of footsteps headed towards the bed and stopped next to Nolan.
“Are we ready to begin?” Sophie felt a tingle of fear shoot straight from her chest to her groin and instinct had her wanting to say ‘no’, she was afraid, they had traveled so far down this brick road they may not be able to find their way back. Nolan didn’t let her answer. “I believe we are.” And with that Sophie realized her window of consent had closed. She was in now. Fingers threaded through her hair turning her head none too gently to the side, the thick hot head of a cock was prodded at her mouth. The first foray was shallow, just the tip, Sophie tasted a drop of pre-cum. She rubbed her lips in it to moisten them. She could tell it was her husband’s cock, the ridge around the head of his penis was distinctive and made a popping sound when coming back out of her mouth. Having lubricated herself she opened her mouth further and he gave a proper thrust, cock brushing the back of her throat. Sophie rested the side of her face on the pillow trying to allow for decent entrance but her arm was in the way, being tied to the bed as it was. She lifted her head and sucked trying to get a better angle. Sensing her struggle Nolan pulled back.
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