Jamies Abduction Chapter 1
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Jamie's Descent
"Harsh word, blackmail. I would never use it myself." Vanessa stood up,
grinding the cigarette out on the floor. "I will give you 24 hours to
make up your mind. I hope you make the right decision, Jamie sweetie."
She strode across to the door and paused as she got to the door, "I think
Fiona wants to come and see you again. She has quite the thing for you."
She closed the door and I heard it lock behind her.
"My God," I thought, "what have I got myself into?"
I slumped back onto the bed, my mind a whirlpool of thoughts and
emotions. It seemed to me that past two days had been like a train wreck;
I had lost control of my life and was hurtling towards some great
catastrophe. I was powerless to stop it. Or was I? I closed my eyes and
tried to make sense of what had happened in such a short time. In only
three days my life had been turned upside-down and inside out. My body
and mind had been seduced and debauched beyond anything that I could have
envisaged a few days earlier; I had succumbed to desires that I only
barely believed that I could have had. My moral compass lay broken and
smashed; I was now guided only by my wanton carnality. I was fast
becoming a slave to my darkest desires.
There came a knock on the door and the sound of a key turning in the
lock. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
"Jamie baby, how are you?" Fiona's voice was low and soft.
I heard her enter the room and close the door quietly behind her. I felt
her move across to the bed and stand over the bed. I didn't want to see
her and kept my eyes tightly shut.
"Sweetheart," she whispered, her lips so close to my ear I could feel the
warmth of her breath. "I wouldn't blame you if you were mad at me. God
knows I would be in your place. I hope you can find it in yourself to
forgive me, sometime."
I felt her lips brush my cheek with the gentlest of kisses. I couldn't
hold back any more and tears forced themselves through my tightly shut
eyes.
"There, there, my little girl, let it out, Jamie honey."
I felt her fingers brush my cheek so gently and I opened my eyes to see
her kneeling by the edge of the bed. She reached out and hugged me. I
wanted so much to be held at that moment I grabbed her arms and held her
close to me. I sobbed and sobbed, tears flowed uncontrollably down my
cheeks. Fiona said nothing, but held me tight and stroked my cheek and
hair slowly and gently.
Eventually, I cried myself out and began snuffling instead of crying.
"Ok, it's OK," she said, still stroking my hair.
We stayed that way for some time until my eyes had dried and I began to
feel a little more in control. Fiona sensed this and let go of me,
allowing me to sit up in the bed. I looked directly at her for the first
time, and she smiled a little anxiously at me.
"How do you feel now?"
"I don't know," I replied, my voice very husky. "I have no idea what I
should do." I almost whimpered at this point.
"Ssssh, baby. You don't have to decide anything right now. First order of
business is to get you showered, freshened up and get some food inside
you."
She bent forwards and kissed me tenderly on the lips and offered her hand
to me. I let her pull me into a sitting position on the bed, and sat
there for a moment. She was wearing the white uniform she had worn when I
first met her. She looked stunning in the pure white uniform.
"Baby girl, you look so hot in that nightie," she said.
"I must look like shit," I snapped back, instantly regretting my tone. I
didn't even realise that I was worried about how I looked and not at all
that I was wearing a baby doll nightie.
"Rubbish, girlfriend," she replied. "You look good enough to eat," and
winked at me.
That made me giggle. "Sorry, Fiona, I didn't mean to snap."
"No problem angel, I didn't notice anything. Let's get you into the
shower." She took my hand and unlocking a concealed door I had not
noticed before, she led me into another room. It turned out to be a large
and luxurious wet room, complete with a massive sunken bath and huge
glass shower enclosure.
"OK, cutie pie. As pretty as you look in your baby dolls, we need to lose
them before we get into the shower."
I raised my arms and stood there like a sulky baby, waiting for somebody
to help me. Fiona smiled and gently lifted the nightie up over my
shoulders and she hung it from a hook on the back of the door. I stood
there wearing only the panties and a pout.
Fiona looked at, her head tilted sideways and with a questioning look.
"Pleeeease, Fiona," I wheedled. She stopped for a minute and with a small
shrug bent down and gently slipped my panties to the floor. Her face was
now very close to my cock, and it gave a twitch as I thought of my dream
last night with Fiona. I smiled to myself at the memory. Fiona noticed
and asked, "What's that smile for?"
"Oh nothing," I said, and then added under my breath, "I'll tell you
sometime."
She gave me a sideways look and then led me across to the shower
enclosure. The shower area was sheltered by a glass screen and above it a
massive rain forest shower head. I walked under the shower head and as I
did so it started automatically. I jumped back instinctively making Fiona
laugh out loud. She told me that it was thermostatically controlled so
the water would never get too hot.
I walked back under the shower and it started immediately, closing my
eyes I allowed the warm water to flow over me. I sensed a movement behind
me and turned to see Fiona unbuttoning the uniform to reveal she had been
naked underneath. She stepped forward into the shower area and with her
finger gently closed my mouth which had fallen open at the sight of her
magnificent body.
"Don't keep your mouth open unless you want to put something in it." She
said with a wicked smile, "I couldn't let my girlfriend shower all by
herself, could I?"
I grinned and she kissed me straight on the lips. I melted into her arms
as the water cascaded over both of us from the shower. Her tongue snaked
into my mouth and for a few minutes we fenced tongues and mashed our
bodies together. Fiona forced her leg between mine and with one hand she
grabbed my bum and pulled me even tighter to her. I felt as if the water
was washing away all my inhibitions and I totally succumbed to her power.
My arms went up around her neck and linking my wrists behind her head I
kissed her as if my life depended on it. I even bent one of my legs at
the knee in that classical girl kiss pose, I just couldn't help it. We
kissed for several more minutes, the water continuing to pour over us. I
never knew how erotic kissing in the shower could be. My cock began to
respond to this sensory overload and Fiona broke away a fraction circling
her hand around it she began to tease my cock to its full hardness. My
knees began to buckle and I felt I was going to faint with excitement.
Fiona, sensing this, stopped and stood back, holding me by the arms to
steady me.
She smiled and said, "Enough fun for now, let's get you cleaned up."
From somewhere she produced a bottle of heavily perfumed shower gel and
pouring some into her hands she began to wash my body. She started on my
front, her hands slipping and sliding over my skin, gently washing and
cleansing. She picked up a wash cloth and using that spent some time on
my chest and nipples, the slightly rough texture of the cloth on my
nipples caused them to stiffen almost immediately. They had become so
sensitive and I moaned and my knees sagged a little. I heard her chuckle
and she immediately moved on to my legs. The next step, of course, was
to move onto my cock. She used the cloth to wash my cock and balls and
the slight roughness of the cloth and the washing motion caused my cock
to stand to attention almost instantly. I had an uncut cock and as she
gently pulled back my foreskin I opened my eyes and looked down just in
time to see Fiona lean forward and kiss the tip of my cock. As she did
she glance upwards and our eyes locked together. She gave it one more
kiss and rolled back the foreskin, making me wince just a little. I
closed my eyes again and she moved around to my back.
I have always loved a back massage and I could feel the tension ebb from
my muscles as she continued to use the cloth over my back. She was right
behind me and she must have crouched down because she turned first to the
backs of my legs and then moved up to my bum cheeks. She grasped both
cheeks in her hands and began to knead and massage them slowly and
sensuously. I felt the cloth move between my cheeks and gently wash me
there. That area was so sensitive that I squirmed a little but then I
jumped and squealed as she first flicked my rosebud with her finger and
then began to probe inside with her finger. The gel made a good lubricant
and her finger began to go deeper and deeper in to my hole. She moved
her body right up against my back. I could feel her breasts pressing hard
up against me as her left arm came round under my arm and held me tight
to her. Holding me this way she was able to caress and torment my nipples
and kiss the back of my neck at the same time as continuing to probe my
hole with first one and then two and then, I think, three fingers. Faced
with this assault on my senses I was erect again in a millisecond, and as
Fiona increased the speed with she was finger fucking my hole, I was
swept away. I could feel the tension building in my groin as the
sensations reached volcanic level.
"Fuuuucccckkk I'm cummmmming," I managed to blurt out.
"Don't you fucking dare cum yet," she growled and spinning me round she
dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. The shock almost
undid me but I managed to hold back and she began to pump me with her
hand as her mouth worked its magic on me. I felt the dam gates burst and
my cum spurted into her mouth. I spasmed a couple of times but Fiona did
not let go of my cock. She sucked and sucked and must have drained me. By
this time I was leaning against the shower wall for support. She let me
out of her mouth and stood up. Holding my face between her hands she
kissed me and forced my mouth open with her tongue, I felt something
flood into my mouth and I suddenly realised she had transferred my cum
from her mouth to mine. I spluttered and almost by accident swallowed
most of it. I spluttered again and some of the cum dribbled out of the
side of my mouth. Fiona took her little finger and picked up the stray
spume of cum on her fingernail. Her eyes fixed on mine she very slowly
slipped her finger into my mouth and I knew what I had to do; I sucked
every last strand of cum off her finger. I suckled on her finger for some
time, our eyes still locked together.
If I had not known before, I now knew I belonged to Fiona. I would do
whatever she wanted me to, go wherever she wanted me to
"Fiona," I almost whispered her name.
"Yes, what is it, baby girl?"
"Fiona, I forgive you."
We moved over to the huge sunken bath tub that was plenty big enough for
the two of us and spent a lovely hour in there, Fiona finishing cleaning
me up and washing my hair. I then spent the same time returning the
compliment, washing her from head to toe. Her body was magnificent; legs
that went on forever, small waist and tight bum, beautiful firm breasts
with huge dark areolae. Her hair was cropped short but because her face
was so well proportioned she carried it off. She kept herself toned but
not over muscle; she obviously worked out but had not gone overboard on
the weights. Her black skin shone like it had been polished and she
walked like a model. Her toenails and fingernails had been painted with
a dark plum polish, a piercing in her belly button and diamond stubs in
her ears. The warmth of her smile would have melted an iceberg; think
Naomi Campbell but with a dazzling sense of humour. Her pussy had been
shaved and as I was washing her down there, she asked me if I would go
down on her. I didn't need a second invitation and I managed to bring her
off by licking her out as she sat on the side of the tub, her back arched
and legs wrapped tightly around my head.
Eventually, we finished in the bath and Fiona handed me a soft towelling
dressing gown and wrapped my hair in towel. She wore a matching dressing
gown but her hair did not need a towel. At one end of the shower room one
wall was mirrored glass. We stood in front of the mirror together, clad
in matching white dressing gowns but that's where any similarity ended.
Fiona was half a head taller than me and the white gown set off her black
skin to perfection. She took me in her arms and we cuddled and watched
ourselves in the mirror. In comparison to her I looked pale and
apprehensive. It was strange but with my hair in the turban and with the
dressing gown wrapped around me I didn't really recognise myself. The
figure looking back from the mirror looked softer, more vulnerable, and
more feminine than me.
A few minutes passed and Fiona asked, "Baby, do you know what you are
going to do?"
I looked down to the floor and crossed my hands. "I don't know," I
whispered. I looked up at her out of the corner of my eye and shyly said,
"What do you think I should do?"
Fiona hesitated and then spoke softly, "Baby, that's a decision only you
can make. Whatever you decide it will only be the right thing to do if
you do it willingly and with your heart in it. Only then will you be able
to commit body and soul to your decision. I cannot tell you what to do."
I looked down at the ground again and mumbled, "If I say yes to Vanessa,
will I still be able to see you?"
Fiona looked at me for a few seconds and then replied, "Jamie, honey,
yes, if that's what you really want-"
My heart soared, and I practically squealed and threw my arms around her
neck. "Yes, yes, I want to stay."
Fiona laughed and held me tight. "Ok, ok. Let me talk to Vanessa then."
She paused, "But you are sure this is what you want?"
"Oh, yes. I mean I'm a bit scared about what will happen, but I do so
want to stay."
To be continued
Vera
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