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Kidnapped [Hell Bent and ShortSighted]

When he finally had her gagged tightly, he put down his knife. No need to threaten someone who's already chained and gagged. "So, you like closed spaces?" he asked. "I have a closet for you. Maybe I can cut your shirt into ribbons and, with the ribbons, hang you by your wrists in the closet? Would you like that, Mandy?" He glared into her pleading eyes and he gave a very sadistic, crazy smile. "You don't want that? Well, what are you willing to do for me in return for better accommodations?" He knew she'd be hard-pressed to answer, but he wanted to hear her try.
 
Mandy cried harder as she listened to his words, becoming more and more stressed by her situation as she couldn't get herself out of it. She couldn't even speak. Everything was just a mess and made so sense. "Nmnmmmm" She managed to get out, but it was nothing. She wanted nothing more than to beg not to be put into the closet. But had a feeling he didn't care what she wanted. He'd do what he liked anyway.
 
He opened the door and grabbed at Mandy's hair, by which he intended to lead her to his bedroom. "Your choice," he said. "You're going to my bedroom one way or another. You'll stay in my bed -- and do whatever I tell you -- or you'll stay in the closet. Your choice. If you don't TELL me what you want, though, it's the closet." Naturally, he wanted to use her phobia to break her AND he wanted to use her for his own pleasure. It was just nice to hear her muffled screams, to make her think she had a choice, or at the very least, to taunt her.
 
Mandy shouted against her gag, struggling to get something out about not going into the closet. She couldn't get any words out except for muffled 'mmm's' and 'nnnn's' which sounded like nothing. She struggled a little as she followed him to the bedroom praying it wasn't going to get any worse, but deep down she knew the worse was yet to come.
 
"Well, then, I guess it's the closet." His room had two closets and two closet doors. One was large and full of clothing, schmutz and some dreck for good measure. The other, he had the foresight to empty, and it was much smaller. It had mainly been full of books and tchotchkas. He opened up the closet door. "Well, since you didn't agree to do just what I tell you, I guess you'll be staying here," he said.

Then a horrible realization came to him. He left his knife in the garage. How was he supposed to cut her shirt to ribbons without it? It occurred to him that he could just take her shirt off and hang her by her wrists with her necktie. Only problem is that the material may have been too slippery, making escape quite possible. He concluded that he'd have to use the handcuffs.

"Don't try anything funny," he said, getting serious again. "Into the closet, and even when I take your cuffs off, don't move. I don't care that we're inside -- I will shoot you if I must." Once more, he took the gun out from under his jacket. The holster itself was starting to get very, very irritating and he couldn't wait to take it off.
 
Mandy cried out in panic as he told her it was the closet. She tried to tell him that she wanted the bed and would do anything but again it just came out from the gag as a muffled noise. As soon he mentioned shooting her once she was in the closet and standing still for him. She was just as terrified of the gun as she was of the closet and Mandy just stood there crying her eyes out even more at the situation.

It didn't seem like this man wanted her for ransom or anything to do with money. The next thing that came to mind was sexual pleasure and that sent a shiver up Mandy's spine as she tried not to think about it, hoping she was wrong.
 
While she was panicking, David took the liberty of undoing his captive's necktie and unbuttoning her white shirt. "I'm going to take your handcuffs off," he said. "Now here's what I want you to do. Let your shirt fall to the floor and grab the bar over your head. Do this slowly and don't touch your gag. If you move too quickly or you move for your gag, I WILL pull the trigger. You do want to get out of this alive, don't you?" Without waiting for an answer, he took the key out of his pocket and started undoing the cuffs.
 
When he undone the cuffs Mandy let her shirt fall to the ground. Afterwards she looked back at him and saw that he was serious about the shooting part as he pointed the gun at her. Slowly she moved her hands up to the pole, keeping them away from her gag. There was no need to try and take it off. After all even if she screamed he'd kill her and that would get her nowhere. She wanted to live.

Finally her hands grabbed the bar and she waited to see what would be done next.
 
He cuffed her hands up to the bar, making sure to double lock the restraints. He had that much mercy, at least. That left her relatively helpless. He didn't think to hobble her feet. None the less, he simply closed the door and left her.

David just took off his jacket, hung it up in the other closet, and deposited his gun in the safe. He was glad to get that damnable holster out from under his arm. He washed his face and got himself a glass of water. Only when he was refreshed, about a half an hour or so later, did he open up the door to Mandy's closet. He sized up her half naked body and smirked. "Spent enough time in there?" he asked. "If you're ready to earn your way out of the closet, simply nod your head."
 
Mandy struggled and cried as soon as the door was shut. She tried everything to get herself free as the panic over took her. She was so scared she nearly made herself sick on several occassions. When the door opened she sighed with relief and looked up at her captor. She was exhausted and crying still.

When he asked her to nod her head Mandy nodded, desperately wanting to get out of the closet though she had no idea what it meant by earning her way out of the closet. All she could do was wait and find out.
 
When she nodded, David wasted no time. He grabbed her left breast in his right hand, clasped his lips against her neck and started sucking savagely. After holding that position for a while, he pulled Mandy's body into his own and ran his hands over her hips, her thighs, her neck, all the while either kissing, licking or sucking her chest and neck. His touch was purely lustful and there was no affection behind it. Finally, he backed away. "It's no fun without you participating," he grinned. "If I take off your gag, do you promise not to scream?"
 
Mandy struggled against his grip as he latched onto her and started to kiss and lick and touch her. She was repulsed by it all and wanted to just move away. When he wanted her to participate though she felt sick. In the end she nodded her head just to get the gag out of her mouth. She wouldn't scream but she wanted the gag away so she could at least breath and stop her mouth from been so dry.
 
He got a small waste basket, just in case her gag reflex was stronger than he had hoped, and then undid the cleave gag. "You can spit it out now," he said referring to the cloth he had stuffed under her tongue. "When you catch your breath, I want you to wrap your legs around me and kiss me, okay? Better make it convincing, or I'll give you a beating and keep you in the closet. I might even gag you with your underwear this time." Though he was shaking with lust, his voice was cold, cruel. "I'll give you some water first," he added once he remembered his own intrinsic mercy.
 
Mandy started coughing once she had the gag off. She was so glad to have the gag off and just hung there catching her breath. Finally she looked up at her captor. When he gave her some water she gratefully took as much as the stuff as possible. She needed it. Once her mouth was wet and she'd had enough water she looked back at the man again, knowing what he wanted her to do. It was that or a beating. Slowly Mandy struggled to get her legs around him before going to kiss him, closing her eyes in fear as she whimpered at the thought of cooperating with him.

Her lips touched his and kissed lightly. There wasn't any lust or passion to do it though. It was hard when you weren't into the situation and were been forced into such acts. She tried her best though but through the tears and the fear it was hard.
 
He got a glass of water and held it to her lips, letting her drink her fill. When, finally, she struggled to get her legs around him, David relented a little and put his arms around her hips, supporting some of her weight. That way, she wouldn't be forced to hang all her weight from her wrists. The kiss did not immediately satisfy him, but it was a good start. He gently pressed his lower lip against her upper lip, then lifted his hand to the back of her head. Roughly, he forced her face closer to his, just to give her a clue of what he expected.
 
Mandy felt him bring her closer to his face and closed her eyes again as she felt his lips against hers. It sickened her and she had a heard time fighting against not pulling away from her captor and get herself a beating. She was grateful when he took some of the weight off of her arms so she wasn't in pain.

Keeping her eyes closed she kissed his lips again, hoping the kisses she gave were good enough though there wasn't any lust or anything behind them and it was obvious that she wasn't into it at all and wasn't even trying. She wanted to get away with doing as little as possible while hoping to make him think she meant it.
 
"You call that a kiss?" he asked, dropping the weight he had been supporting. "Damn it! You sat around the office all day, lifting your skirt and showing us your spleen and you can't even give a decent kiss?!" He threw the first punch, this one aimed at her chest, just beneath her collar bone. It was a punch meant to make her heart skip a few beats. The punch was smooth, clean and practiced. Only the fists themselves betrayed his lack of any proper training. His fists were a little soft. While a true pugilist has one knuckle across each fist, his hands were shaped like those of a paper pusher, not a fighter.
 
Mandy cried out as the first punch hit her causing her heart to skip beats in fear as well as pain. She was terrified and kept her eyes tightly closed in case he started to beat her more. The pressure on her arms was felt again as she was released and she struggled to stop it.

"I'm sorry..." She immediately cried out. "I'll do better..."

She didn't know if she could do better though when he was scaring her and he'd already warned her about a beating if she didn't make the effort.
 
That one punch was all the beating he felt like giving for the moment. "Okay, okay, I guess you just need to be warmed up a bit," he said, calming himself down. He put his hands on the back of her arms and ran them slowly down her sides, to her thighs and then back up again. He kept up those slow, sensual touches for several long moments, assuming that if he gave her a little pleasure (or at least induced a physical reaction) she might please him a bit more. He then put his hands on her breasts and, rather than squeezing, shaking or otherwise manhandling them, he fondled them almost tenderly. "Care to try again?" he asked.
 
Mandy let the tears steadily fall down her cheeks, relieved that he'd stopped and wasn't going to beat or punish her in any way and as he touched her she shivered in fear, realising it was only time before he'd want sex from her.

She nodded her head when he asked about trying again, not daring to say no and get a beating. Maybe if he did everything he'd let her go eventually but something told Mandy that she wouldn't be going home any time soon unless he was caught. Slowly she struggled to get her legs around his waist like he wanted. She finally lent in again and kissed him. It still wasn't as lustful as he probably wanted but Mandy was terrified, but she was putting more effort behind the kiss now.

His touches had made her body react though and Mandy tried desperately to ignore the feelings he was igniting inside her.
 
He put his arms around her, drawing her very close and started stroking her neck, her shoulders and her sides gently and slowly. When his hands worked their way down, he started gently stroking her thongs, trying to warm up that area a little bit. Finally, he put his lips close to hers -- very close. "Kiss me," he demanded. He hoped he got her flustered enough for a real kiss this time. Otherwise, he'd have to resort to punishment.
 
Mandy's head and body were conflicting with each other as he touched her thong covered pussy. Her body was saying yes and her mind was saying no. She was still crying as her legs wrapped around her attacker tightly, too scared of punishment to drop from him. She just held herself carefully too him and when he asked for her to kiss him again she realised he still wasn't too happy. Mandy gave him another kiss, and tried her best to kiss just how he wanted. She had no idea what that was like though or how he wanted it and she was trying her best but the fear inside her was stopping her. Unfortunately her pussy was begging for more with it's juices.

"Please don't hurt me. I'm a virgin." She whispered after the kiss.
 
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