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So the plot is basically some woman is kidnapped by a man wanting ransom money from her rich ass father. If you don't like Stockholm syndrome fantasies then move on. This ain't for you CAUTION X RATED not for little children lmao
Nadiya awoke in an uncomfortable chair, wrists bound, mouth gagged, and terrified. She couldn't remember anything from the day before, at least not right now. The room was dark and she could barely even see the walls. She managed to get her gag out, but the handcuffs weren't budging. She made herself calm down and slowed her heavy breathing, panicking wouldn't do any good she thought. She heard muffled talking in the next room over, just behind the dark walls. She couldn't make out what they were saying but when she heard them stop, a sickening feeling sat in her stomach. She made out what was probably a door and she stared at it, waiting for whatever horror she would face. The knob turned with a quiet creak and slowly it opened. She watched the light pour in and stared at the face emerging. A handsome man, but also an unsettling demeanor on his face, met her eyes. He flipped on the light and walked in, closing the door behind him.
He wasn't dressed like a kidnapper, he was dressed nice and clean. Nadiya didn't speak yet, she wanted to see if he spoke first. But instead he just looked at her gag that wasn't in her mouth and then back up at her with a look on his face that said "really?". "I see you managed to get your gag out." he said in a deep, calm voice. Without hesitation she started speaking; "yeah i did, where am I, are you gonna kill me? Or sell me? What do you want?" she slumped back down in her chair. "I'm more than likely not gonna kill you. That's actually up to your father." he said with a chuckle. "He certainly is rich enough to give in to my demands." She felt some relief come over her, of course her father would pay! "Well I'm in luck! Thank god. How do you even know my dad, it's not like he's some celebrity!?" she asked clearly confused. "We go way back. He did some...shady things to me in the past and the opportunity to get even has come. So here you are. He owes me. A lot." A pained look came over his face as he stared at Nadiya. "I don't want to hurt you, but I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't."
Hours went by as Nadiya sat on a mattress in her new place of captivity. The man moved her into another room with only a bathroom and a mattress. No windows either. She heard talking every once in a while, she recognized his deep voice now. She liked it, it was smooth and calming. Much better than the raspy counterpart she heard conversing with it. The door opened again and in came the same man holding a tray of food. "I brought some dinner". She sat up more and took the tray from him. On it was a bowl of soup from a can and a glass of water. "Thanks" she said almost sarcastically but also remembering how lucky she really was. "If we were somewhere else I could've made you one of my specialties, but we're not and you're my hostage" he said with a smile. "Are you proud of that?' Nadiya asked with a strong voice. "Proud?Nah. Just content with the fact that everything is working nicely so far."
After 2 weeks Nadiya was confused on why she hadn't been rescued by now. Maybe the transaction was just a process she thought. " I know my dad is gonna pay" she muttered a few times a day. She was really tired of soup and imaging her death wasn't so pleasant. She could see the man was upset too. He was wondering maybe just as much as her "why hasn't he paid yet?" He paced around the room on a regular but always maintained his cool. After a week here she felt like she had some sort of control over him, and she liked that. He liked her, she could tell. He was kind and charming. He got her a new pillow and made her one of his specialties. She really didn't think he had it in him to kill her. She was "one of the boys" now and she made him his dinner these past few nights. She refused to make any one else their dinner because no one else had shown her compassion and kindness. There were 2 other people in his group, they were smart but nothing special. They just sat in the main lounge area of their hideout house.
She wasn't handcuffed most days either. "I think someone's getting careless" she thought to herself in a sing song voice. She waltzed over to the man who was sitting in his usual chair, reading the newspaper. Her fingers lightly rubbed on his shoulder as she put her face in his ear and kissed it. He smiled but continued to read. "Are you hungry?" she asked while making her way into his lap. "No" he replied while closing his papers up. His arms wrapped around her waist as he kissed her on the neck once. Nadiya wanted to seduce him so she could escape, but she also felt bad and liked him. She was proud of herself for earning his trust and wanted to keep it.She didn't really think about he dad as much, now she thought about him coming into he room at night and hoped he would maybe rape her. She would pretend he was raping her, but in reality it would be everything she wanted. Every time she sat in his lap, butterflies danced in her lower stomach. She enjoyed rubbing his thighs, hearing him inhale deeper than usual, pretending she didn't know what she was doing.
After the 4th week she hated her dad, but in a sickening way she was also grateful. Nadiya walked down the hallway looking for her man, peering into doorways. She walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder when she found him. "What is it, dear" he said in a preoccupied tone, not even glancing behind. "It's been 4 weeks, I don't think you're gonna get your money bub." Now he glanced over at her with an annoyed look on his face. "ya think?' was his only response. After a second he turned around fully and put his arms around her, backing her into a wall. She felt her stomach jumping and her heart racing. "I don't know what I'm gonna do with you" he said in a joking tone. "Maybe I should send you back, in pieces" Nadiya put her arms around his neck and leaned into his face. "Or maybe you should rape me first, I would hate that" He picked her and slung her over his shoulder. She squirmed playfully for a moment but seriously after a minute. The man dropped her onto the mattress and sat on her lower belly, putting pressure on her uterus, which made her moan in pleasure. It only took one of his hands to hold down both of hers, the other hand went to work undressing her.
He rubbed her stomach and cuffed her hands, then took his tie off and gagged her with it. She was excited and nervous at the same time. She wanted to open his pants zipper so badly and just dig in. But he took his time, he tickled and teased, bit and squeezed practically every inch of her. He took out her gag and when his lips met hers, she moaned loudly. His tongue knew exactly what to do. And when he finally went inside of her, she cried out in pleasure and pain, he was rough and shoved deep into her while breathing heavily. "harder daddy, spit in my mouth daddy" she whined. He roughly grabbed her chin and opened her mouth, letting his saliva drip in a tantalizingly slow way. She leaned up and licked it from his mouth and continued to kiss him. After a while she orgasmed first, wriggling and twitching, digging her nails into him. He as almost there, he went harder and his breathing was quick and deep, panting more like. She layed there and listened to the sound of his....erm *coughs* ballsack slapping onto her. watching his face as he reached his climax. He made one final shove and collapsed onto her, still panting. They made out for a while, rubbing each other and letting all their juices drip down each other, making quite a mess. Sow ho knows what happens next? I mean, i know, but I'm no good at endings, so....the end!
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