He later told me that it was the fact that my feet were bare that did it for him.
I had been riding my bike after a morning rain and the thought of putting on shoes simply hadn’t occurred to me. I was wandering around town and made a right on what I thought was a public path and instead it lead to the walled-off garden of a private home.
When I saw that the path didn’t go anywhere I stopped and got off my bike to turn around.
“Hello.” said a very masculine voice. The voice belonged to a sizable man of about forty-five. He looked friendly and his salt-and-pepper hair made him seem kind of fatherly. He was in decent shape for his age but a little paunchy as most men of his vintage are.
“Hi, I took a wrong turn, I’m terribly sorry.”
“I can see that.” and then he walked towards me. “Here, let me help you with that.”
I was just in the middle of turning the bike around when a large arm went around my neck and a big hand covered my mouth. I struggled as best I could but got nowhere with the effort as the big man easily lifted me up and carried me inside of his home. He took me down a flight of stairs into a basement and then tossed me into a big black case and then slammed it shut on me. It was lined with felt and I realized it was a large case for a musical instrument…like a big drum.
I tried as best I could but there was no way to get out of the case. I yelled but the sound was so muffled that I knew it was pointless.
It was maybe ten minutes before he came back and opened the case, letting me out.
“What the hell are you doing? Let me go!”
He looked me up one way and then down the other. Then he patted down my pants, finding nothing.
“No phone? No keys? No money?”
“No, I was just going out for a short bike ride. I didn’t need any of that stuff.”
He nodded. “Okay, now tell me what you’re doing in town. I don’t remember seeing you before.”
“I was on my way back to Syracuse with my friends, we stopped here for the night, and this morning took my bike for a ride. That’s all, I swear. Now will you let me go?”
He smiled a little. “We’ll see.”
He extended his hand to me. After smiling and gesturing a bit I took it and he led me to a dark, windowless room. He reached inside the door and turned on the light. What was revealed was a modest but comfortable looking bedroom with a bathroom just at the rear. It was like a small hotel room.
“When my parents owned this place this was the maid’s quarters. I redid it a few years ago but where I never needed a maid it’s never been occupied. You’re going to be staying here for a while.”
He pushed me into the room and closed the door. The door was made of steel and the locks were run by a keypad by the door.
I sat on the bed and wondered if I was going to cry. I didn’t. I don’t know why but I managed to have some optimism about the situation because he hadn’t killed me or anything and so far he’d actually been kind of polite to me.
Eventually I poked around the room and found a remote. I hit the power button and discovered that the TV was cleverly hidden behind a mirror across from the bed.
The noon news came on and there was no mention of me.
Around four I heard the door opening and searched around for something to use as a weapon. All I had was the remote and that was just a silly choice for a weapon so I put it down.
“Hi, I brought you something to eat.” He had a plate with a sandwich on it and a juice box. I have to admit that I was hungry. He put it down on a small table and went to leave.
I ran to the door as it closed and screamed for him to let me go. It was pointless.
For two weeks we settled into a routine where he’d feed me and then leave. We did chat a few times but as soon as I asked him to let me go he’d leave.
My days quickly settled into a routine of sleeping, showering, eating, watching a lot of TV, and exercising when I thought of it.
What really sucked here was that I was not even once mentioned on the news. My so-called friends must have left town and didn’t miss me at all. Coming from a broken family it wasn’t like my parents were going to come after me, either.
Just after I’d been there for two weeks I had to ask my captor for some feminine supplies and somewhat later that day he brought them to me. He explained it took a while because he had to leave town to buy them or else someone local might notice. It made sense.
All this time the only things I had to wear were my red bikini and my shorts. Due to the issue that required feminine supplies I had to wash my clothes and then I hung them in the bathroom to dry while I took a shower.
When I came out of the shower my clothes were gone but in their place was a six-pack of basic white briefs. You know, the kind you can get for ten dollars at the store? He’d clearly entered the room and left them behind but I wished he hadn’t taken my bikini top.
That night when he came to deliver dinner I pulled a sheet from the bed to use for a cover.
“Can I get my top back, please?” I sort of demanded it.
“I’m washing your clothes and you’ll get them back when I’m ready to give them back. And not before.”
The next ten days went by pretty much as the first fifteen had gone by. We’d occasionally small talk and I learned not to ask to be let go or he’d get up and leave.
Then on the twenty-sixth day of my imprisonment things changed.
After a light breakfast I did my usual exercises and then took a shower.
When I came out of the shower all of my panties were gone and so were the blankets and sheet for the bed. The fitted sheet was on it but that was all.
For two hours I sat on the bed naked watching game shows on TV when the door unlocked. As he entered the room I was just about to ask him for some clothes when the words caught in my throat. He was totally naked.
And suddenly I was keenly aware that I was totally naked, too.
He closed the door and locked it. Then he turned around to look at me. It didn’t take much to notice that his cock was firming up.
“Are you going to rape me?” I guess I had to know.
“If that’s what it takes, then yes. Or you could allow yourself to say that you’re being raped and cooperate with me instead of going through all of the drama of me having to hold you down and all that.”
He waited on a response. I honestly didn’t know what to say.
“Here, I’ll make it easier for you. You lay back on the bed and spread your legs for me and we’ll have a nice time or else I’ll make you wish you’d chosen the easy way.”
“Pick.” There was more than a bit of menace in his voice. He meant it.
“Okay.” I said. I backed up on the bed and lay back.
He sat down on the bed and reached out to lazily caress my boobs.
“Before we get started I need to know, is this your first time?”
I decided to be honest. “No, it’s not. I had a boyfriend in high school and we did it a few times but nothing since he broke up with me, I promise.”
He held his cock and then said, “Was he bigger or smaller?”
Now that it was just a few inches away from me I could see it was not the same thing I’d experienced in high school. It was longer, a bit thicker around, and my captor was circumcised unlike my boyfriend.
“He was smaller. Shorter.”
He smiled. “Good, maybe I’ll get to go somewhere inside you he didn’t.”
“We used condoms!” I blurted out. I was trying to stall and was hoping he’d go get one and maybe he’d change his mind.
“Well, that was very responsible of you!”
His hand moved from my boobs down my belly and then into my furrow. I cringed as he rubbed me down there. He quickly found my clit and started playing with it.
“Have you ever had an orgasm?”
He kept working on me for what seemed an eternity and then I felt the unwelcome tinges of release starting to swell up. I fidgeted on the bed and tried to escape his hand but he just went at me even harder.
Finally it broke over me and I felt the flush of warmth go all over me. My heart raced as he kept frigging me and he worked me into yet another release.
I lay there exhausted and somewhat shamed as I tried to gather my senses.
I was only barely aware of him getting on the bed and pulling my legs apart.
Only when his face was looking down at mine did I start to come to grips with what was about to happen.
“Please…no…” I said as his cock poked into me.
He rested his weight on me and crushed me into the mattress. He kissed me as his cock poked into me again and this time it slipped in just a little.
It felt huge. The high school boy had nothing on my captor and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to handle this…fireplug…that was trying to get into me.
“Oh, my God….no…” I said as he pushed it in.
It was impossible as he thrust into me.
“You feel so good inside. Your boyfriend was an idiot.”
It shocked me when he managed to get the whole of his cock inside me. The coarse hairs of his groin rubbed and tickled my sparse groin as he rose and fell on me.
He suckled on my neck and I knew he was making a hickey. In some way it felt erotic in the middle of what we were doing.
I had some seriously guilty feelings as the realization that we were doing something instead of me laying there chastely and letting him do it to me.
We went on for a while with him just rising and falling and then he started to fuck me with a rising forcefulness. I knew what was happening and my mind drifted back to the need for a condom.
“Ah, ah, ahhhhhhh!!” he exclaimed as I felt every inch of his cock throb and pulse inside me.
He shoved it into me as deep as he could and held it as it seemed to swell even more before it throbbed and pulsed again. I knew that each of those pulses meant he was spewing his semen into me. There could be consequences from this and somehow I let it go since I had no control over it anyway.
Afterwards he rolled off me and gave me a chance to recover. The bed was sweaty and so were the two of us. My pussy was a mess and the sticky fluid was all over my crotch.
I looked at him and he looked back at me and smiled.
“That was great! Thank you.” he said this and kissed me on the lips.
When he left I went to the shower to clean up and was amazed at how much of his semen was flowing out of me. It didn’t seem to stop. I ended up staying in the shower for a good hour as I tried to clean his semen from my pussy and I tried to clean him off of my soul.
When I came out he’d already made my bed for me. The fresh sheets were there and so were the blankets. I also noticed my panties were back.
That evening he only dropped in for a few minutes to give me my dinner and then he left. Neither of us talked about what had happened.
That night before I fell asleep I was watching something on TV and realized that I was mindlessly playing with myself and wondering about the day.
The next morning he came to my room early while I was still in bed.
He was naked, of course, and when he got into the bed with me he told me to take off my panties and I did.
I expected him to get on top of me again but instead he pulled me close to him so we were spooning.
He was eager to fuck me again and when I felt his cock on my ass I arched my back for him. I was still slick inside from the day before and he slipped inside me easily.
I have to admit that it felt good. It felt good to have a cock inside me and it felt good to have the attention of a man. I was emotionally torn over him being my rapist but then in the near month that I’d been with him I’d also gotten closer to him. Yes, I know that’s classic Stockholm Syndrome but all the same, there it is.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me as he fucked.
I allowed myself to enjoy it and when I started to respond to him he caressed my breasts and held my belly as he fucked me.
He slowed down for a moment and pushed me in the back, making me go face down on the bed while he rolled on top of me.
“Spread your legs. Wide.”
I did as he told me and caught my breath as he started fucking me faster. It wasn’t long before I felt him coming in me.
An hour later he did the same thing to me.
Over the following weeks and months he would come to me at least once a day to fuck me and take his pleasure. I soon abandoned any pretenses about myself and I’d wantonly get on top of him and fuck him back, grinding myself into him until I got off.
It wasn’t that big a surprise to me when my period didn’t show up. A home test confirmed that I was pregnant and I rather expected him to be like most guys when they find out their girlfriend is pregnant. Instead he was happy! It was just a few minutes after I told him I was pregnant that he had me on the bed and was fucking me for all he was worth!
When he got done I had to ask him, “Were you trying to get me pregnant? Is that what this was all about?”
“Oh, yeah. When I saw you in my yard something came over me and I just knew that I had to put a baby in your belly. The thought of my baby growing in your belly…”
His cock had swelled up again as he said this and this time he fucked me to orgasm.
I will say, he was really good to me as the pregnancy progressed and as I got big he’d still fuck me but he’d take care not to hurt the baby.
When the baby was born he was an attentive father and he was very thoughtful of my own needs.
It was the thirteenth month of my captivity when I was laying naked on the bed feeding our son when he came up behind me on the bed and mounted me from behind. The sensations were overwhelming as my son suckled at my breast while my mate fucked me from behind.
He was deep inside my pussy when he said, “I think he needs a sister.”
