Kidnapped Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Stranded, no rules? Thea laughed, sipping her water. “Wild. You gotta get creative to survive.” Jon raised an eyebrow, sitting beside her. “Creative, huh? Sounds like a story.” Adam grinned. “Let’s just say we kept each other… entertained.” Nate chuckled. “Oh, I bet. Spill it.” Thea leaned back, a familiar sparkle in her eyes. “What happens on a deserted island stays on the island, right?” Jon’s gaze darkened, intrigued. “Not always. I’m into stories like that. Ever try an orgy? Threesomes, foursomes… gets the blood pumping.”

Or will he be a bastard and sell me to the kidnappers? I keep thing on the kidnapping movies. Will I be sold as a sex slave? Or will I be a drug mule? I’m too pretty to be any of those things though. Wait what if they take me to their boss and he likes me. will I have to marry an old man? Or like in the books where it’s a handsome man with a buck load of money? Handsome rich man marries me… The van comes to a stop. I’m manhandled out of the car. They pull me and push me I have no idea where I’m going or what’s going on.

claimed seen 'n alive. The days that followed were raw and relentless. He kept her downstairs at first, testing her. Tied her to the bed and edged her for hours with his mouth and fingers until she was begging in broken sentences. Fucked her against the concrete wall while telling her stories about the others, how Elena was thriving in the safehouse, how Harper had stopped trying to leave the cabin, how Valentina ran the penthouse like a queen now, how Camila rode shotgun across continents and Leila ruled that island like a dark goddess.

I reached for my phone and opened the texts waiting for me after the last text I had sent him. Nina: I got kidnapped that night. Now I am in Russia. There were couple of texts from him after that. Mr Wrong: You got kidnapped? And your kidnapper is allowing you phone privileges? Mr Wrong: What else is your kidnapper providing you with? Mr Wrong: You haven’t replied since you told me you got kidnapped? Were you not joking? Are you dead? Mr Wrong: Is your kidnapper forcing you to be his sex slave? Mr Wrong: I bet you’d like that. Considering all the dirty fetishes you shared with me, it sounds like something you’ll enjoy.

She cleared her throat, and kept some distance between us. “Was it?” I mouthed. I knew nothing about romance. She rolled her eyes at me. “Can you take me home?” “What are you gonna eat? I will ask the…” “You are not going to take me home? Then leave me alone because the moment I get out of here I gonna call the cops on you!” I chuckled, she amused me. “On what charge?” I asked, and folded my arms. I watched her lips moved, her eyes darting before meeting mine. “Kidnapping.”

naiiyak kong sabi. "Hindi talaga pwede." tumayo si Caden. Hindi pwede?! Baka naman ayaw niya lang talaga akong paalisin dito. This vampire prince has kidnapped me. He was just making excuses for Leo's escape from prison so that I could not return to our house. Bakit ba ayaw na niya lang sabihin yung totoo sa akin? Ginagalit na naman niya ako. "How long will you imprison me in this sad place?" umiiyak kong tanong sa kaniya.

Liana was making a spectacle, and she was good at it. She wailed, she clung, she declared her pregnancy to the silent, judging hall. The whispers began, sharp and disapproving, directed at the human making a scene among the ancient and powerful. The story spilled out in her hysterical cries. After Marcus severed ties with her—symbolized by him stealing her protective silver and holy water—her welcome in his household had vanished. My human parents, finally seeing her manipulative nature, had closed their doors to her pleas. She’d been destitute.

“This is your home now, Zarina! You belong here, with us. You don’t have any other place to go. You’re a nobody, a worthless orphan. You should be grateful for what I’m offering you.” His words cut through me like a knife. I’m not worthless, I’m not a nobody. I’m a person, with my own dreams, hopes, and fears. “I am grateful,” I say, my voice shaking with rage. “Grateful for being kidnapped? Grateful for being treated like a prisoner? Grateful for not being allowed to be free?”

She screamed when she had the chance to go near me. I acted shocked, then laughed. “Oh yes, I am. If you want to find further details, go ask your boyfriend how his hard cock satisfied this pussy of a whore. That might help you to pleasure him more so he wouldn’t need to look for a new pussy to fill in with his cock.” Then I walked away. Our forbidden sex continued for the rest of the trip. There were times when we’d do it in the bathroom, on the outside, in the darkest area of the island, and more.

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.