The Ballad of Annie Greene Part 9
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The Kidnapped Girl by Peggy Sue
I don't remember being abducted. I awoke in the back seat of a car. On
either side of me was a huge man and I was hemmed in between them. My
hands were tied in front of me. There was a large gag in my mouth that
prevented me from making a sound. Something was vibrating in the seat of
my pants that wasn't just the motion of the car. I soon identified it as
a vibrating butt plug. The waves of pleasure climbing up my body drowned
out my panic at this imprisoned condition, and I gave in to the
pleasure. My clit was tingling and I exploded in orgasm. The vibrations
stopped. I must have drifted off to sleep. I awoke again in a panic and
again the vibrations started, leading to another orgasm. I stopped
panicking and let the ride take me. The vibrations didn't start up
again. No one said a word.
I woke in a bed. I was still gagged, but my arms were strapped by my
side. The plug was vibrating again. What a predicament! I'd just had the
very best orgasms of my life and I was some kind of prisoner. I had no
idea where I was or why or with whom, and I was going to come again! I
was able with great strain to move my right arm inside the strap and
bring my hand to my clit. The orgasm rocked me. A woman was whispering
in my ear.
"No one is going to hurt you but you're not allowed to speak. I'm going
to take the gag out but if you attempt a single word you'll be gagged
again. No one here will explain to you where you are or why you're here,
you'll just have to accept that you won't be hurt and go along. Do I
have your word you won't speak? Nod your head."
I thought about it for a while. If I couldn't ask where I was or why,
there was no reason to speak. I rubbed my tummy to indicate my hunger
and turned to the woman with a question in my eyes. "You'll be well fed,
I promise, but not until I can remove the gag and be sure you won't
speak. You'll also have a bathroom and a shower and clean clothes." I
nodded my head and she removed the gag. She helped me to my feet. I
stood and was a little woozy. I fell against the side of the bed. "Ow!"
Immediately the gag was back in my mouth and I was back on the bed,
strapped down. The light went out and I was alone. The vibrations began
again. At first I fought it - how stupid! But the unrelenting pleasure
was too much for me and I gave in to the orgasm.
No wonder people want sex - who knew!
I slept. I awoke in a panic. Where was I? Who were these people? The
vibrations started up. I tried to listen to my panic but I couldn't. The
rising orgasm was too much for me.
This happened several times. Finally, I woke from an exhausted sleep.
Again the woman was whispering in my ear.
"Are you ready to try again? Remember, not a sound from your voice, no
matter what. If you have a question, use hand signals." I nodded and
again the gag came out. I was helped to stand. I waited for the
wooziness to pass. The woman helped me to walk. I went to the bathroom
and then sat at a table to eggs and bacon and toast - delicious! I had a
shower and was back in bed. The butt plug was reinserted. A thought came
to me and with hand signals I asked if a plug could be put in my cunt as
well. After a few minutes one of the men from the car came in with the
plug I wanted. He also handed me a hand switch so I could switch the
vibrations on and off by myself. After a few minutes of these vibrations
I knew I would make a lot of noise at my next orgasm. I signaled to the
woman that I wanted the gag back. She put it in my mouth but didn't lock
it on so I could remove it. The next few orgasms were spectacular.
I went on this way for some time, eating, sleeping, showering,
masturbating. There was an exercise machine. The room was comfortable
and no one harmed me or made an angry noise in my direction. The few
times I inadvertently made a sound I was immediately gagged and tied to
the bed. I learned not to do that.
How long would a person put up with such an indolent life?
Before I was abducted, I remember being married to Marvin, a sexually
neurotic man married to a sexually neurotic girl. Marvin wanted to get
laid, though he didn't know how or why. Since I was a girl I was
supposed to answer all these questions for him, as well as providing him
with a convenient pussy to masturbate in.
I didn't see it that way. I'd never been properly laid. I'd never had an
orgasm that I'd call my own. I had no clue what to do and I thought I
didn't want to know. If you pushed me to talk, I'd carry on that sex was
stupid, except for people who wanted children. I had all sorts of
sympathy for people who wanted children, including compassion that they
needed to have sex. I definitely didn't want children, so sex was
irrelevant.
Unfortunately, I was drop dead gorgeous to look at, especially when I
was well dressed and made up, and no combination of sloppy & dirty
clothes could hide it from anyone, including myself.
This is who I was when I was kidnapped.
My name is Annie Greene. It's not my real name but since my abduction
I've been calling myself by that name.
Apparently a sexless girl like me would put up with a course of orgasms
for a long time. I had no idea how long it had been, but suddenly
masturbating wasn't enough - I wanted to get laid. I don't remember ever
in my life feeling that I wanted to get laid. I made motions to the
young woman to express what I wanted and one of the big men from the car
came in. He showed me his ample cock and made sure that was what I
wanted. He removed the plugs and put the gag where I could reach it if I
needed it. He whispered in my ear that if I wanted him to pause or stop
I only had to pull his hair or his ear and he would stop immediately.
Then he began to kiss my breasts and fondle them. I urged him on. He
licked at my clit. I stuffed the gag in my mouth just in time. He put
his fingers in my cunt and massaged the G-spot until I exploded again.
Then he was on me and in me. I'd never felt anything like this. Always
before I'd been so restless and full of objections, but now his smooth
pumping that filled me so well was leading me to one explosion after
another. Finally he came himself and pulled out. He put his dripping
cock near my mouth and I licked it clean. I fell asleep.
I honestly don't know how long this went on. For days I masturbated,
then one or the other of the young men would come and fuck me.
I wanted the young woman to fuck me too. This request seemed unexpected,
but finally she gave in with enthusiasm. Her kiss was exquisite, and she
knew where to put her hands on my body. I loved the feel of her orgasms
too, and we licked each other clean at the end.
One day I woke again in the car. As before I was tied and gagged and the
plug was vibrating in my butt. No one told me where we were going. I
drifted in and out of sleep and orgasm.
Then I woke up in a bed, alone. My vibrating plugs and gag were in a
little bag next to me. I looked around and realized I was home, in my
own bed. I had been silent for so long that it didn't occur to me to cry
out. I walked around and satisfied myself that it was my own house.
Marvin wasn't home. I went back to sleep. Suddenly I was being shaken
awake and there he was.
"Where have you been? I haven't seen you for four months, not a word,
not a phone call. The police looked everywhere for you. Then suddenly I
find the house doors wide open and there you are."
I still didn't say anything. I reached up and kissed him deeply,
something I'd never done. I began to undress him. This was so unusual
that he shut up and let it happen. When his cock entered me I felt waves
of joy that hadn't been there in any of my other experiences. I knew he
could feel it too because he stopped asking questions. We made intense
love two or three times. I never made a sound.
Then we fell asleep together.
Next morning he was back at the questions, but I never answered. I never
found out a thing about what that place was or about who had arranged
that I spend four months there. Someone must have paid for it. It surely
wasn't Marvin! A detective might have traced the gag or the vibrator,
might have found fingerprints or DNA samples. I couldn't have been the
only one ever kidnapped by these people - they were too good at what
they did. For all I knew I had evidence the FBI would have been glad to
have.
I didn't care. The life I was reconnecting with was a changed life. My
senses were open the way they never were before. I was awake to things
about me that I'd never seen. And I loved getting laid!
I think poor Marvin was feeling a little inferior. Suddenly he was
living with the superior, sexually omnipotent woman he'd always wished
for, and it wasn't making him the least bit less neurotic.
One day I sneaked up on Marvin at his computer. He was watching a
spanking video and stroking his cock. He jumped at my approach and lost
his hard-on. He started to stammer excuses.
My feelings were much too simple for him. I just wanted to put his cock
in my mouth while he went on watching. He couldn't believe it. I should
be wanting to punish him. Finally I asked: "Marvin, do you want to be
spanked?" Meekly he nodded yes. "Marvin, do you need to be punished or
does being spanked just turn you on?"
I didn't understand much of the next 30 minutes. It seemed as though he
was saying something like "Of course I need to be punished, don't you
realize what a turd I am?"
I'd have been glad to punish him, or to act out any kind of play that
would turn him on. But he didn't think it was a play. He believed it.
According to Marvin, he believed it because it was true, and if I didn't
believe it there was something wrong with me.
Our marriage didn't last much past this point. We split up the money. He
got the house and I got half its value.
I found an affordable apartment near the center of the city. I got
enough part-time work to make ends meet.
I began to explore a life of my own.
My old name was irrelevant to who I now was. So Annie Greene was born.
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