Kidnapped Sex Stories Novels & Stories

"Really?" "Yes!" I'm shaking, tired of being at this place already. "Ever since I was kidnapped, all I've seen is blood, crazy men, and their stupid agendas. I might have lived under a rock my entire life, and yes, I don't know what's going on anymore, but I do not want to stay here if it means having to suck someone's cock,"

I could see her hands shaking as she spoke but she clasped them tightly together. "Was there no mention of all this anywhere in the news?" I was exasperated. "He had kidnapped you two before others could be informed that your mother had given birth to triplets. After the couple found the two babies dead, they didn't want anybody to know so they just said that only one girl was born. Soon after, he was caught and charged for kidnapping and murdering before he could sell you two, leaving you in my sister's care. She took no part in his criminal activities and for the most part she was unaware of what he used to do. The child trafficking group was also arrested but they didn't know he was invol

She and Vincent wanted to trade me in for Wicked Valley's protection, huh? Five years ago, some suicidal drug lord had the nerve to yank out a single strand of my hair. Big Dad had singlehandedly wiped out the guy's entire base. Second Dad had broken every bone in his body and fed them to the dogs. Sixth Dad had strung up his entire extended family at the entrance of the valley and left them there to dry in the wind. My 18 lawless dads would whip out their guns and start a war if I so much as got a scrape. Once they realized who had been abducted and brought to them, the Gray family would be ground to dust.

“And soon we’ll train you to take two cocks in your pussy at the same time while the third fucks your ass. You’re going to become the perfect triple-stuffed mafia whore.” I lay there between my three kidnappers, completely owned, holes aching and full, mind foggy with pleasure. I had been taken for their pleasure. Now I was their favorite toy. And as another thick drop of their cum leaked from my ass, I realized with a shameful thrill that I was starting to love being their kidnapped, triple-penetrated little slut.

Rough hands grabbed me by the neck, lifting me. “You're a true beauty.” I heard the familiar voice of the man at the club whisper near my ear. “I'm going to make you my own sex toy.” I cried loudly and my heart stilled with a terror unlike anything I've ever felt. I knew there was something not right about these men! Why did I have to fucking piss them off? “W-w-what d-do you want?” The other girl asked, her voice shaky. “All we want is you lovely ladies.” Another voice called out, followed by a throaty laughter.

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Then I asked her the question that had been pressing against my ribs for hours. "How did I become yours?" She was quiet for a moment. Then she began to speak. "You were kidnapped, my darling. We do not know by whom. We do not know from where. The men who took you were traffickers. They took many children. They were holding all of you in a warehouse on the outskirts of a city very far from where they had taken you. We do not know how long you were with them. We can only guess that it was perhaps a few weeks."

“I didn’t plan for us to have sex Aiden, I’m married to your father for fuck’s sake… I don’t know what you expect me to say” “I expect you to tell the truth” I replied “tell me how much you enjoyed last night. Tell me how my dick felt better than dad’s could ever. Tell me how much more you want me. How much you want to taste me. How much you want to be wrapped around my arms. Tell me how good our sex filled the void dad left behind…tell me…tell me all of it”

he grunted, rubbing the spot, amused. “Don’t say stuff like that. I’m already dying inside.” But he wasn’t done. “Innocent, huh?” he murmured, leaning in, eyes gleaming with mischief. “That’s rich coming from the woman who kidnapped me, tied me to a bed, shoved a gag in my mouth and a black hood over my head, and then rode me like she was in a Wild West rodeo.” I made a strangled sound and buried my face in my hands. “That was different! That was fantasy-sex me who’s made bad decisions while drunk.”

I stared at her childlike display in awe, it amused me. After a minute's silence, she finally confessed. “Okay sir, I’m trying to escape, I have been kidnapped and brought here against my will.” I paused as a tinge of sadness hit me. Was she one of my mother’s prisoners? It would be sad if this interesting woman was a betrayer of the family. But then I realized. If she was a prisoner, shouldn’t she be in the torturing house? As if she had heard my thoughts she spoke up. “How do people kidnap a person and force them to marry.”