The Abduction of Cynthia
by Jennifer Antone

The clock on the wall marked the minutes, ticking away seconds of life and work, moving its hands closer to deadlines that had to be met.

Hector drummed his fingers on the desk, measuring Cynthia's lateness against his mounting anxiety. The bitch was always late. He had to be some kind of fool to keep requesting her. He had repeated the same thought process over and over for the past year, but after seeing her and her exquisite body he kept falling into the same trap. Well, this time would be different. Hector came up with a whole new game plan.

At twenty five after nine Cynthia arrived, followed to the door by one of the hound dog salesmen who congregated in the outer office area. It was all Hector could do to keep from snarling at him.

Cynthia saw Hectors scowl and turned to lightly kiss the cheek of the salesman behind her. “I’ll have to let you know later, my schedule is pretty full at the moment but I really want to see that movie before it blows through town.”

“This is a bad time to be late” Hector snarled at her. We need to get started as soon as possible!” “One minuet puh-leeze!” She passed back.

Hector paused to allow Cynthia to fix a smudge of her lipstick. As she corrected this imperfection he studied her full, sensuous lips. Beautiful lips, amazing how they could utter foul & cutting obscenities. He imagined how those lips would look wrapped about his ball-gag, the muffled sounds she’d make, imploring him to remove it. He thought about how her eyes would look, large and petitioning, beseeching him.

“Well, are we going to start or what?” Cynthia snapped when she was done fixing herself. “I don’t work for free and I’m not working any extra just because you can’t get it together enough to finish on time.” “Bitch!” Thought Hector, “just wait you’ll get yours, bitch!” Hector had no regrets about what he was planning for her.

The office was closing at 5:30 and Cynthia was already heading for the door when Hector stopped her. “I need your help on a special project I’m putting together.” He grabbed her arm as she turned to leave, “this project is independent of the firm, I want to present it without my colleague’s knowledge, and if they got wind of it I’d have to fight to get credit.”

Cynthia stared at his hand on her arm until he released her. “I’ll think about it” “You’ll be paid double what you normally make- under the table of course.” “As I said, I’ll think about it.”

Of course she waited until Thursday to call, then told him he would have to triple her wage, provide a meal and give her twenty dollars extra for cab fare. Hectors jaw clenched as he assented to her demands, but it made him all the more determined to carry out his plans for the following evening.

Cynthia arrived forty-five minuets late. He thought she had decided to purposely stick it to him and his presentation but she finally arrived.

“Where’s dinner, I told you I wanted to eat when I got here.” Hector remained calm. “I didn’t want to order till you arrived; seems that’s good, as you’re late and your dinner would’ve been cold by now. Here, you can start typing up these proposals while I order.”

Hector could see by the look on Cynthia's face that she wanted to make a nasty comment but decided instead to start working. He picked up the phone and pretended to order the elaborate and costly meal that was apart of Cynthia's agreement to stay and work.

After making the mock call, Hector sat at his desk shuffling papers pretending to look busy. All was going accordingly, and Cynthia’s lateness worked in his favor. He had wanted to wait a while before leaving the building anyhow. Being it was a busy Friday night he knew everyone would be gone by now, either enjoying the end of happy hour or consummating whatever other plans they had. Hector glanced at the clock, almost 8pm. The janitor’s shift ended at 8, though Hector knew he usually left earlier because his work was done and he had no reason to stay.

“How long does it take to get a meal delivered? I can’t wait forever, give me the number; I’ll find out what's wrong.” Cynthia stood in front of him, hands on hips, with an expression that insinuated that he was responsible for the meals late delivery. “That's o.k. I was just getting ready to call them, finish typing up while I give-em a call.” “Here are your proposals, wasn’t much to type up, and you could have added a bit more about the cost analysis, not that it will do you a bit of good. I’ve seen similar reports, rejected.”

This is what ball-gags were invented for, Hector thought, “Okay, here are a few more items I need to have taken care of” He grabbed the items he had put aside and handed them to her. She took the papers and continued to stare at him, hands on hips. “Well?” She said. “Well?” He answered, knowing where this was heading and knowing he didn’t want to get involved in it. “I thought you said you were going to call the delivery service?” “Indeed I did, and if you would get out of my face for a minuet I’ll do just that."

 

He paused, attracted to the way the crotch of her silky panties conformed to the mound beneath, then hurried to carry out the next step of his plan.

Cynthia went back to her desk and started typing but Hector was sure her ear was tuned to whatever he might say over the phone. Once again Hector pretended to call the delivery service and scold them for being late. “New kid doing the deliveries; said he should be here in a few minuets,” Hector said as he rummaged around in his desk. After he found what he was looking for he stood behind Cynthia, supposedly perusing the work she was doing. He moved in as close as he dared. “What were you planning to do after we’re finished?” “Not go home with you” Cynthia snapped at him, “Maybe go out with a friend or see a movie. Why do you want to know?” “Just wondering if you’d be missed” Hector said. He took the chloroform soaked gauze and held it tightly across her nose and mouth, and wrapped his other arm around her in a bear hug except the back of the office chair was between them. Cynthia flailed her arms helplessly as she struggled to get out of her chair and away from her captor. Finally she managed to tip the chair; she and Hector hit the floor. Upon impact she wasn’t too aware, her ears filled with a freight train roar, her eyes blinded by the bright office lights, then nothing at all.

Hector shoved Cynthia and the chair away roughly. He got up cursing and rubbing his elbow that he had landed on when she had tipped the chair. As he bent to pick up the gauze, there was a knock on the door. He panicked, Cynthia lay sprawled out on the floor, skirt hiked above her hips obviously the victim of a scuffle. His own hair was mused and his coat and tie were in disarray. “Just a minute” Hector straightened himself as he headed for the door.

On the other side stood Hal the janitor. “Didn’t expect to see you here this time of night.” “I had an office party to clean up after...are you o.k? I heard some banging as I was passing, and saw your light on. Can’t never be too careful, ya know. Thought maybe someone might be trying to burgle you.” “No, no, I’m fine, just great. I was moving a desk that’s probably what you heard.” “Well, o.k.”, Hal looked a little skeptical, “but you might want to do something about your nose.” “Wha, what, my nose?” Hector reached up and touched what he discovered to be a dab of blood that was congealing under his left nostril. “Oh, thanks Hal, I’ll take care of it right now.” Hector quickly shut the door and locked it.

Cynthia was lying exactly as he left her. He paused, attracted to the way the crotch of her silky panties conformed to the mound beneath, then hurried to carry out the next step of his plan. In the bottom drawer of his desk he pulled out a large duffle bag. Searching for his supplies he found the duct tape and bound her wrist together, then her ankles. He couldn’t resist sliding his middle finger under her panties. He maneuvered it into her pussy. His pussy now! Feeling the wet hotness of it was exhilarating. “Can’t do this now” he thought, “you’ll have all the time in the world after you get her home.” He stuck the finger that was in her pussy first under his nose and then in his mouth. Hector almost changed his mind and did her there but his senses got the best of him, barely. He cut three pieces of duct tape and criss crossed her mouth with two, the third he brought up from under her chin and over the other two pieces across her mouth. He then worked the duffle bag up over her legs and hips. Managing to get most of her in, he decide to leave her head out for the moment to insure plenty of air.

Hector left the office locking the door securely behind him. He rode the elevator down to the parking garage. In the garage, he looked about to make sure everyone was gone. Hal’s old Chevy was gone too. He smiled; all was back on course. Hector got into his SUV and backed it to the elevator, then rode it back up to his floor.

Just outside his office he discerned a muffled moaning. He quickly got inside. Cynthia was awake and had wiggled the duffle bag down to her knees. Hector knew if it had not been for his duct tape she would be bellowing like a mad heifer. He went into his desk and got the chloroform. He saturated the same gauze he used the first time and held it to Cynthia's nose. This time he held it there longer, careful not to inhale any of the fumes. Swiftly he went around the room righting the chair and picking up the scattered reports. He gathered the gauze, tape and chloroform and put them in a small travel bag. Last he took the ace bandage and wrapped it around Cynthia's head, all but her nostrils.

One last survey of the room- all looked as it should. He tied the duffle closed on its open end, picked it up and slung it over his left shoulder. Using his foot he moved the travel bag to the door then kicked it into the hall. He leaned out the door. Looking both ways he saw no one. He left the office locking the door behind him. A few heavy nudges of his foot moved the bag to the elevator. Pressing G, he patiently waited for the door to open.

Down in the parking garage, Hector opened the back of his SUV and laid Cynthia down. He loosened the drawstring of the duffle, then picked up the travel bag and tossed it in, landing it on Cynthia's middle. He chuckled to himself; imagining how mad Cynthia would be if she were conscious.

 

 

After her legs were secured he grabbed a bolster and shoved it under her stomach, elevating her ass.

 

Unloading and moving her unconscious body into his basement was much easier. Just drive into the garage, electric door shut a short trip through the living room, down the stairs and into the basement. Viola!

When Cynthia awoke she wasn’t sure what had happened. Her eyes were covered depriving her sight and she felt disoriented. Hector had replaced the duct tape with a ball-gag. She found herself on her stomach, wrists, elbows and ankles tied severely close together. Startled, she felt hands on her ass, squeezing and kneading her cheeks, prying them apart. Rough fingers penetrated her pussy, she groaned as the fingers pushed deeper inside. Then the fingers withdrew. Cynthia's shock gave way to rage; she started screaming against the ball-gag. She shouted threats and curses all stifled by the rubber ball wedged between her teeth.

As she slowed to get some air for her next volley of invectives she heard Hectors laugh. His mocking infuriated her. She resumed her cursing but was brought up sharp by a painful jerking of her head as Hector drew her hair back in a tight grip.

“Listen you crazy, stupid bitch, the more you try to scream, the better I like it. No one can hear a damn thing, so go ahead!”

Hector had her on a wide bed with posts. He untied her ankles and refastened one to each post, but not before she managed a hard kick to his balls. “You’re going to pay for that one bitch!” After her legs were secured he grabbed a bolster and shoved it under her stomach, elevating her ass. With one knee pressed into her lower back he undid her elbows and wrist. Unfortunately for Cynthia, her arms were numb; she could scarcely put up a fight. Her wrists were secured to the posts on either side.

Hector drew back to watch her struggle. He repositioned one of the video cameras he had placed earlier around the bed.

Hector unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, letting them drop to the floor. She felt him move up between her legs and began to struggle. He admonished her to hold still and when she disobeyed he brought both hands down hard, one on each ass cheek. Screams were added to the struggle until she realized it was useless.

Hector was almost disappointed that she had given up struggling. He liked the bright red outlines his hands left on her behind. He traced the welted areas observing the rising heat they emanated. He rubbed his hard cock back and forth over the welts. The heat fired his blood with a savage joy. He grabbed her hips and plunged himself into her as deep as he could. Grinding himself in, he held himself in check long enough to feel the tightness of the fit, then began to pile drive into her. He fucked her hard to the point of cumming, and then, with the maximum of his control he withdrew and calmed himself. When he was ready to resume, he opened a can of vegetable shortening near the bed and smeared her and his cock with it. He positioned the tip of his dick right on her sphincter and held it there, oblivious to the groaning, pleading noises coming from beneath him. He took her roughly, drawing in and out for several minutes, savoring the hot tightness of the virgin hole and the accompanying moans. He finished with a barrage of short swift thrusts and felt the cum drain out of him into her ass.

He lay on top of her totally spent, then got up. Before leaving he picked up a towel and threw it on her. “Clean yourself up bitch, I’ll be back in a few minutes for round two.”

He laughed as he left; amused by the cries that followed him up the stairs.

 

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