Kidnapped Sex Stories Novels & Stories

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.

She didn't want to lie, but she also owed it to her brother to at least attempt to keep their cover story. "We'll have a lifetime for kisses. I want to get to know the woman that's got me going crazy." How unexpected and cute. Yet, at the same time, dangerous. "I'm boring." Well, boring if I omit the part of my life where I was kidnapped along with my family by a psycho who used us as attractions in his perverted version of a circus. Oh, and by the way I escaped just before he could breed me to the highest bidder. Yeah, she'd keep that part of her past to herself.

He just takes, and every single time I spread my legs for him like I’ve been trained to do it. But it’s not only him. I’m still fucking Ryan too. Last Tuesday he pulled me into the same storage room at the café again and bent me over the metal shelves like he owned me. Two days ago he fingered me under the table in the library while we were supposedly studying, his fingers slick and rude inside me while people walked past. Afterward he made me suck his cock in the stairwell until my eyes watered and I had to swallow everything. He likes the risk. He likes knowing I’m also taking her dad’s cock and not giving him the details. It makes him rougher. Meaner. He leaves bruises on my hips that Mar

I laughed through my tears. “Yes!” His expression changed. “Really?” I stared at him. “Are you kidding me?” He laughed. “Yes?” “YES!” He slid the ring onto my finger. Then stood. I threw myself into his arms. He caught me. Lifted me. Spun me around. And kissed me beneath the stars. I had once believed my life ended the day Nikolai Volkov kidnapped me. I had been wrong. My life hadn’t ended. It had changed. And somewhere in the middle of fear, violence, secrets, and survival—

Infamous Aleksander Konstantinov is a prominent executive with an unblemished reputation, a flawless image, and a life anyone would envy. Pragmatic by day, he projects the persona of a proper, upstanding gentleman—the quintessential prince charming women dream of in fairy tales. In reality, he is insidious. When the moon rises, a twisted, frivolous, and dangerous man emerges. Under the cover of night, his dark side and most vicious desires seize his relentless, obsidian soul, unleashing every demon within him.

You can just call me "Alexa"; I am fourteen years old and currently studying at a private university here in Manila. What I am about to share is a story of an experience I will never forget—perhaps because, to this day, it remains a part of my daily routine. I was only nine years old when I first experienced sex, all because of the father of my best friend, Kristina. Kristina and I were the same age; she was a *morena* (brown-skinned) girl with an average build—playful, affectionate, and a bit childish—and we attended the same school here in Manila back then. Since their house was quite a distance from mine, I would stop by her place every day so we could go to school together. It was here t

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

"Girls who ask for sex are sluts." "Women are supposed to wait to be seduced and play hard to get even when they want the man." All those rules, all those constraints. Katharina Lopez was fucking tired of hearing about all of that. She had wanted this man for four years and screamed into her pillow every night she caught a whiff of his perfume in the class. And so now that he was in front of her, that her body burned so much it got to her heart, she screwed it all and took this chance.

Before Miguel could pull the trigger, Bobby’s voice reached out to him, halting but sure: “Mi amor, he said…I overhead them talking… there is a whole network. Girls being shipped to Panama, disappearing into South America. Sex slaves.” Miguel could not imagine that his disgust for Sean could possibly rise any higher. But it did. He slammed his boot into Sean’s solar plexus while keeping his eyes on Sean the whole time. “This, is for kidnapping my son and Bobby. Your reckoning is here.”

All her life, via documentaries and word of mouth, Mercedes had heard of the countless unpleasant things which people who'd been kidnapped had to go through; beating, binding and restriction, rape, pressure for ransom and poor holding facilities, etc. And while she had never hoped or even slightly wished to be kidnapped, she had been surprised at how much of an exception had been made in her case.