waking slow and groggy and still a bit drugged to a dozen hands gripping and groping and grabbing my very naked body.
it takes a moment to realize that i’m restrained, wrists and ankles cuffed, that i’m lying on a cold, metal table, that the hands are gloved with nitrile or latex, and the grabbing is actually prodding and poking and probing, measurements called out, pens scratching to write down numbers and observations. the fingers in my mouth are counting my teeth and checking them for major defects. the hand at my throat is measuring the circumference, and then the length, mapping out my arteries and trachea. the hands in most places are accompanied by instruments, whether tapes or rulers or calipers or blood pressure cuffs or whatever it is they’ve forced dry into my cunt to see what it can take without any preparation.
there’s an iv in my arm that i don’t notice until somebody begins measuring my palm and fingers, twisting me this way and that to make it easier on themself. pens scratch against paper as notes are taken, measurements recorded, observations dictated.
when they’re done, they leave all at once, the blinding lights blinking out into utter darkness, but for the tiny red lights on the cameras in all corners of the room, silence in their wake, but for the drip drip drip of the iv bag.
Oh no, you try so hard to appear small and fragile and pliable and submissive (it's just your aura), I sure hope none of your roommates (me) will take advantage of that (I will) by preying on you through several days in our apartment before having you wake up in the middle of the night to me hovering over you and invadingly, roughly, groping several parts of your body, until you're soaking the sheets and rubbing up against me while still complaining how "no, I don't want this, please stop" (I won't.
Hello all!! This is the first proper excerpt from my novel, which is currently an untitled project. On the surface, this book is about a mid-term erotic kidnapping roleplay between two lovers-- but beneath the surface there are (gasp) feelings and thoughts to process.
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If there was ever such a thing as a well-timed kidnapping, this was one of them. By the time Kit felt the strong hand closing over her mouth and the drug-soaked haze settling over her brain, she was ready to accept it. She had lost her job, lost her sense of worth, and completely lost her motivation. She thought she had been achieving good things at her job. She had been achieving good things. She had fulfilled her role and yet she lost her job out of nowhere.
There had been a couple of tear-soaked days moving between the bed, the couch, and the kitchen before she steeled herself to apply for new jobs. She had a marketable skill-- she would apply to new places and other employers would want her…. but updating her resume broke her down. She needed a change of scene.
And so she left her home. She walked for a long time, longer than she normally would. She didn't want to go back to her place alone. She didn’t want to be faced with anything. How was she supposed to find a new job when the idea of choosing what to make for dinner made her want to give up? Her ever present self-doubt drove her to keep walking, even when her legs were tired. They fell numb but she only thought of putting one in front of the other. She wasn’t thinking about direction really. She wasn’t thinking about anything but getting away from any reactions to her crying face. She could see people trying to figure out if they should offer her comfort or stay away from her. Kit didn’t need to give them that choice. She walked away from people whenever possible, seeking out more and more isolation.
She tuned herself into the ambiance of the city. It was kind of exciting to be out all alone. She felt vulnerable, in a delicious way she couldn’t quite understand. Like one of those thriller movies where the villain is just a little too hot, and watching them be violent becomes a little too exciting. At a certain point she vaguely noted she was lost, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable thought. It simmered on the back burner of her brain, shifting into fantasy. It wouldn’t be so bad to be kidnapped, would it? Have someone take you away from all your troubles, take care of all of your needs…
Kit blushed as she felt herself getting aroused at the idea of what someone might do to her, when she was completely at their mercy. Maybe they would keep her restrained and gagged, unable to run away or scream. Her skin flashed hot as she imagined some stranger hovering over her with a knife, telling her to keep quiet as they slip their hands up her dress. She thought about them coercing her into dirty behavior she would rarely admit she enjoyed and wanted to do. Keeping her locked away, a special plaything to be cared for and enjoyed.
These were the thoughts interrupted by grabbing hands and a chemical-soaked rag smothering her mouth and nose. She might have fought back, but the timing had been so perfect. It felt almost like her daydream had come to life. In the end, her body went slack and she fell into their arms easily.
Her daydreams became wet dreams. She felt her body being touched all over. She was being undressed and felt wet at the idea of being her kidnapper’s personal sex doll. Her dream was so realistic, and her body felt so heavy, she decided to enjoy it as it was. Her imagination was never this vivid.
In her dream, she felt her clothes gently pulled off while she laid on a soft blanket. She could feel a glowing warmth on one side, and guessed there might be a fire. She smiled and snuggled into the softness underneath her. She almost thought she heard a fond chuckle somewhere in the shadows of the dream. Hands returned to grope her breasts and she felt warmth and wetness dripping downwards, her own body responding to the touches. Hands massaged her muscles until she felt herself practically melting into the floor. The lazy touches lulled her under again, where she stayed until she heard a gentle clink of metal links against each other, which intrigued her.
She opened her eyes, still under some incredible sort of high. She felt wonderful, warm and stretched out, just a puddle on a fluffy sort of bed on the floor by the fire. She smiled and nuzzled into the blanket, reaching outward until she felt her hands restrained. She looked blearily at the cuffs on her wrists, each connect to each other and to…. A snug leather collar fastened around her neck. She blushed deeply, unsure why she was not alarmed or even that surprised. Her brain seemed to be processing and reacting in half time, as she assessed what else she was wearing. It was not a lot.
“Hello love,” a deep, soft voice came to her, and she felt herself being lifted into a sitting position. She looked up at the most gorgeous person she had ever seen. Her first impression was of the strong hands and arms that righted her balance before retreating. Then a dashing smile, quickly muffled by something almost shy. She felt drunk, watching their features blur slightly even as she tried desperately to focus. Their brown skin glowed in the warm light of the basement, and she found herself struck utterly speechless, trying to take in as much as she could.
They were speaking to her. Their mouth was moving and they were saying something, but she felt caught up in their imploring tone. Words were pouring from them, explanations like a rushing river. She shied away from their intense, expressive gaze, instead watching entranced as their lips formed words. They washed over her steadily until the sounds resolved into something she could understand.
“I know you need this. I know you do. If you could just let me keep you, I know I could help you. You want to be better and I know what you need. I’ll take care of you. I’ll support you. I won’t expect you to make any hard decisions or prove your intelligence or worth to me. I just want you to be here and to…”
They trailed off here, clearly shy again, but Kit was already nodding along, mesmerized.
“Tell me,” She said with a soft intensity that compelled her kidnapper to speak.
“I want you here, to keep you. To make you mine in all ways. To use your body for my pleasure and give you pleasure in return.” As they spoke, their voice got stronger and more confident. Their eyes searched hers for any sign of doubt or disinterest or fear– but found none. By the time they finished, they were satisfied.
Kit raised her chin. “I accept.”
They released a breath and smiled softly, looking at her with such excited tenderness it made her blush. She thought about what she just agreed to and instinctively flexed her thighs against the wave of hot wet arousal that bubbled low in her stomach. Her kidnapper noticed and their gaze immediately dropped to her thighs, nostrils flaring. They caged her against the wall, closing the distance between their faces. Kit's heart fluttered, mouth dry as she looked up into those dark brown eyes, tender and hard and excited and resigned at the same time. Her eyes fluttered closed as they leaned in to kiss her, inhaling sharply through her nose. She could taste them and smell them and it was wonderful. She felt her worries melt away and she leaned into the kiss, reveling in the freedom of relinquishing control.
Her kidnapper was becoming more firm now, hands creeping up her side to cup the base of her skull. Their hands felt so big against her head, and for the first time in a very long time, she felt small. Small, dainty, fragile. While the passion of their kisses increased, they held her like she was a precious, treasured item, and it was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She was panting now, stealing breaths between kisses, allowing them to tease her with their tongue.
“We–” they gasped, locking lips with her again. “We can discuss specifics later… but for now...”
She looked into their eyes, and her kidnapper sucked in a harsh breath.
“Get down on your fucking knees,” they purred.
They didn’t give her a choice, of course. The hand on her throat flexed enough that she actually felt her body sway. She responded to the pressure automatically, falling to her knees in an almost practiced way. She had often been submissive in her past relationships, but she had never responded to anyone like this. This person was speaking to her in a language of desire she didn’t even realize she had.
“I’m gonna need you to open that pretty mouth,” Their hand was at their fly, and with the sound of the belt buckle and unzipping sound, her mouth went slack. She could feel herself salivating and blushed, beginning to pull away. She was taken aback by how quickly she was responding to this rough attention. She knew she was wet, she was actually a little ashamed of it.
Strong hands took her jaw, squeezing to force her mouth open. She took the hint, opening her mouth shyly. Her kidnapper was not shy.
Their cock was hard and insistent in her mouth, finding the back of her throat immediately. They thrust shallowly, testing her gag reflex. Kit did her best to keep from choking, but it had taken her by surprise. She had never had someone use her like this. But that had been exactly what they had said they wanted to do with her, and she had agreed…
Imagine Vexus capturing you for her own amusement.
It was flattering an alien queen decided to oversee your abduction in person. But you weren’t sure what she wanted with a “meat bag.”
“How apt,” she drawled, before reaching down to claim your testicles. “You know exactly what I want.”
You started, before her other hand caressed your face. Her metallic digits’ warmth caught you off guard. She bared her teeth in a grin. You wondered if the other gynoids on Cluster Prime were designed to be that beautiful.
going braless in public with the added stipulation that my nipples have to be hard at all times. you reaching out to pinch them while i’m talking, or casually putting your arm around me so you can rub rough circles with your thumb. if my panties are still soaked by the end of the day, next time i get to go without them, too
it was so cold. Pigeon shivered on her little bedroll, trying to keep her warmth close to her body. Rocky was laying behind her on an air mattress, several inches off the ground. they had handed her the air mattress and bedroll while they were setting up camp, and she had noted that her designated sleep spot was much less soft and warm in comparison. now as she curled in a tight ball, her mind wandered over the day.
it had rained on and off since they started set up, chasing the summer heat from her skin. her hair and clothes had been damp, which had made Rocky’s errant touches and caresses much harder to ignore. their body is so warm it’s hard not to want to feel their large hands against her cool flesh. they continued to take liberties with her, grabbing her by the chin or frequently pushing her to her knees to get off in her mouth— but they had also held her hand while walking the trails, caressed her cheek after cumming in her mouth, rubbed her arms to bring warmth to them. Rocky had even given her the long sleeved shirt they wore when they noticed her shivering. it had smelled so nice when she pulled it over her head, and she hated herself for inhaling deeply and smiling to herself.
in her cot, Pigeon felt parts of herself warming up at the thought of hot touches in the cold rain. her heartbeat was loud and fast, her breathing more shallow, her mouth dry. her traitor body knew what her mind didn’t want to acknowledge. but maybe in the dark by herself she could admit it—
she liked Rocky a lot.
throughout all this, she could not deny how sweet they had been. how attentive. she couldn’t deny how their orders made her blood sing with hot desire. she knew her resolve was slipping, and she couldn’t pretend much longer.
she kept imagining their touch, surprised at herself for hoping they would reach out and grab her. she wanted it, and the longer she laid there, the hotter her body became. but the tent was tiny— there’s no way she could touch herself without being caught. she tried squeezing her thighs together, but it did nothing to help her.
maybe—maybe just a little. she listened to Rocky’s breathing, trying to figure out if they were awake. the long, even breaths seemed deep enough. she steeled herself and slid her fingers down her naked body— Rocky had taken her clothes— and between her legs. she was only just able to feel how fucking drenched she was before a deep voice drilled straight through to her bones.
“Now I know you’re not touching my property.”
Pigeon squeaked and pulled her hand back like she was burned, but it was too late.
Rocky was on her in a moment, dragging her back by the waist, hauled up onto their air mattress. her cold body pressed into their hot body and melted instantly. one hand found her throat, the other twisted her arm behind her back, pinning it between their bodies before running down her body possessively. tugging her nipples and roughly palming a breast before dipping to touch her cunt.
the instant they felt her wetness, Rocky groaned low and guttural in her ear. she felt that straight down to her cunt and found herself grinding into those evil fingers. she was whimpering but couldn’t help herself, spreading her legs in shame, wanting more. Rocky growled and pushed her over onto her stomach, one hand on her hip and one pressing her head into the air mattress, slipping their cock inside her in a smooth, brutal stroke
the mattress muffled her surprised cry— it was so fucking big considering how long it’s been since they had fucked her, but she was clearly wet as sin. Rocky did not hesitate, slamming their hips forward to chase their own pleasure. Their hands gripped her hips punishingly, and she moaned thinking of the bruises she would have tomorrow. Rocky pushed the small of her back, forcing her to arch more, and the deep hits made her feel lightheaded.
“This is mine. Do not touch it without permission. This pussy is mine. Mine, do you hear me?”
The slap across her ass ripped a moan from her throat, and she burned with the realization that others in the campground might hear them.
“yes, i hear you,” she said plaintively, “please”
another snack. “Not loud enough.”
“yes, yes I hear you!” she cried, “please! please keep it down, there are other people here.”
“Should have thought about that, huh? If you don’t want to be heard, then stay quiet.” they laughed as they slapped her ass a third time and the sting made her yelp into the pillow. “I’m going to breed this tight cunt now, sweetheart. Hold on to something.”
