Kidnap Fantasy

By Pegasis

He enjoys a peaceful day wandering along in the sunshine when it turns into a nightmare as a masked woman kidnaps him off the streets.

He wakes up in a mistresses' dungeon with a full array of sex toys ready to be used. He can’t say no, and she takes what she wants and completely dominates him.

But not everything is as it seems.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pegasis
• Release date: Jun 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463077092

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Kidnap Fantasy

By Pegasis

Copyright 2018 By Pegasis

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Kidnap Fantasy

It was a dreamy and besotted Friday evening. Perfect, even. Fresh, sweet-smelling breeze shuddering the canopies of springtime trees. Over rooftops was a brassy horizon stretching over the cool landscape of my small town. And around me, the afterglow of golden sunrays filtered through the empty street. I should have known right then that it was all a lie. For a trap had been set for me, and a like fool I fell into its patient clutches.

My assailant, a vile predator on my unsuspecting mind, was a dark-haired woman lurking inside a blue van. She had trailed me since I slammed shut my front door; her haunted eyes had monitored my every step, waiting for the perfect moment to plant a syringe in the back my neck.

That evening I was strolling to the bar with an energetic bounce to my feet. No baleful foreshadowing stood in my way. And because my wife was out of town, the promise of an all-night freedom party with the boys enlivened my senses. I dismissed the thoughts of calling of a taxi. Yes, I was going tread these calm streets and savor the moment.

And as I turned to cross an intersection, it happened! The blue van drove from the shadowy depths of an alley and skidded to a halt just inches from where I was standing. Startled by the near collision, I staggered and fell. Then a dark-haired figure darted out of the vehicle and descended on me. There was no scramble at all, only a piecing neck pain that dragged me into a pit of drowsy darkness.

When I crawled back into consciousness, I was squatting in a gloomy ambience. A blindfold, I thought, while trying to move my hands and legs without success—they had been bound. This was bad. The stuff of nightmares. My heart rose hot in my throat. Sweat popped and beaded from my arms and forehead. But I wouldn’t give up just yet. Though blinded, I struggled with purpose against the knotted rope searing