For the month of April, every day (except Sunday), I’ll be posting a story that has to do with the letter of the day. As my blog is a kinky blog, I will be posting kinky stories. Since the theme of the A-to-Z Challenge blog is gratitude, I thought I would mirror that and have each story relate to gratitude in some way.

K is for Kidnapping

I definitely have a kink for kidnapping. The idea of being trapped and unable to make choices is *very* sexy to me. But I also know someone who staged a kidnapping as part of a kink scene and she broke her arm in the process and got a concussion. So, if you decide to play with it, BE CAREFUL! Also, content warning: This ended up going into a Golden Showers, rape arena. If I were to make this into a longer story, I would make it apparent how much she’s enjoying this, and that it was all planned ahead of time, but this is just a quick story, so not a lot of time for that set up. Don’t read too much into the fantasy. Enjoy!

Kate rolled over in the cage she was being kept in. It was just big enough for her to do that. She whimpered when she hit the bars. It didn’t hurt, per se, but she was just stiff from being stuck for so long. She had lost track of how long it had been. Hours? Days? All she knew was that she had to pee and she wanted desperately to sit up, but this cage was clearly designed for humans. She could stretch out length-wise, she could roll over, but she couldn’t sit up. It was kind of the shape of a coffin, come to think of it, and the thought made her shudder.

Worse than her desperate need to pee, she heard footsteps. She didn’t know what would befall her when her captor got to her cage. She curled up in a tighter ball, feeling her bladder protest. She squeezed her eyes shut, afraid to look.

But she had to peek when she heard the keys jingle and then the lock click unlocked.

“Come on out,” he said, his voice as deep as it had been the last time he’d talked to her in the cage.

Kate groaned as she tried to move. Her muscles protested every bit of it, but the last time she hadn’t moved fast enough, he’d dragged her out by her hair, so that definitely encouraged her to get her muscles to cooperate faster.

As soon as she got out of the cage, he locked a collar around her neck. She heard the buckle click into place, and then watched as he put a lock on it. Even if she somehow got free, she would be naked and wearing a locked collar. Not exactly a good situation to be in.

He used the lock on the collar to drag her over to the bed, which was an improvement over her hair. (Though if she were truly honest with herself, she liked the way it felt.) He pushed her to the bed, and she climbed on top of it. Before she was even settled on it, he was on top of her. She hadn’t even noticed that he had pulled his cock out of his pants before he got her to the bed. She was so distracted by everything else. So when his jeans pressed against her bare ass, but his cock slid home, she was surprised.

“See that, bitch,” he growled in her ear, “your cunt is so wet. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

She muffled a response into the mattress.

“It can’t be rape when you’re this wet for me, can it? No one will believe you.”

She made another unintelligible response.

He grabbed the back of her collar and pulled back, making it so she couldn’t breathe. “If you won’t speak clearly, you won’t speak at all,” he said, pulling the collar tight until she couldn’t help but grab at it, trying to get free. Then he let her go, and she collapsed back to the bed.

“S-Sorry, Sir,” she whimpered, making sure he could understand her.

“That’s better, bitch.”

She gave in to his body, not fighting him. He was right–she liked it. She liked the feel of his body against hers, even though she couldn’t feel much through his clothes. But her need to pee was getting worse. “S-Sir,” she stammered.

“What is it?”

“I-I have to pee, Sir.”

“And?”

“I-I don’t want to make a m-mess, Sir.”

He chuckled in her ear. “It’s okay, bitch. You’ll clean up your mess, won’t you?”

She whimpered, but tried really hard to hold back her full bladder. He slowed down his pace, and she knew that he was being deliberate now. He wanted her to pee on the bed. Why? Why would he want that? She tried to speed up the pace, but he was in complete control, and he let her know it.

“How bad is it, bitch? Are you going to make a mess all over me?”

“Uhhnn,” she groaned. He pulled his cock out of her, and she thought for a moment that he was going to have mercy on her, but then she saw he was just taking his clothes off.

Without saying anything to her, he flipped her over and pushed her legs up over her head. When his cock slid back inside her, her bladder was under even more pressure.

“N-no, no, no,” she groaned.

“No what?”

“I don’t want to make a mess, Sir,” she panted.

“I don’t care what you want,” he said, his mouth hot on her body as he nipped at her collar. And then he sunk his teeth into her breast. They both knew he would be leaving a nice mark, and as his teeth sunk in, her bladder gave up the fight, and she felt the sweet release of an orgasm and her bladder emptying at the same time.

“Thank youuuuu, fuuuuuuck,” she groaned as she sank into the mess on the bed she knew she would pay for. But right in that moment, she didn’t care even a little bit.

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Come back Monday for L is for Lactation.