Stockholm Syndrome

By A. Vivian Vane

You should be careful what you wish for…especially in naughty chatrooms where Internet predators lurk!

"Stockholm Syndrome" is the story of Katherine Mills, a bored housewife with a taste for abduction erotica and online roleplay. When a letter from someone in her hometown arrives, threatening to expose Katherine's dirty secret, she knows the sensible thing to do would be to call the police…but she can't quite resist the siren call of danger, so familiar from her many fantasies.

One secret meeting later, Katherine finds herself exactly where she's always dreamed of being: captive in the dungeon of a depraved sex fiend! And her second thoughts are no match for the calculated abuses of a very clever man on a mission to turn her into a willing slave…

"Stockholm Syndrome" is a dark erotica novel intended for adults only. It includes themes of captivity, sexual training and punishment, and psychological manipulation. Do not read this story unless you like your fantasies dark and heavy…just like poor Katherine! 

All characters are 18 years of age or older and not related by blood.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A. Vivian Vane
• Release date: May 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386007128

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Stockholm Syndrome

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A. Vivian Vane

Copyright 2017 by A. Vivian Vane

Cover art copyright 2017 by Lacy Lucette

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This is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences only. All persons depicted are imaginary, and any similarities to real people, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any characters depicted in sexual situations are at least 18 years of age and not directly related by blood.

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With a pounding heart, Katherine Mills sat at her little writing desk in the master bedroom and waited eagerly to hear the Now In Sports intro from the TV room downstairs.

The crashing fanfare that heralded the two-hour block of sports programming had slowly become the 32 year old housewife's favorite sound: a promise of uninterrupted time, late enough that the kids were in bed and her favorite writers from the darker corners of the internet would be home from work and online.

Katherine wondered what they were like, sometimes, the people on the other end of her fantasy chatrooms. Dark, brooding, dangerous men, with basements full of exotic restraints—the kind of person you imagined when you saw a website name like Kidnapped and Bound or Horny Housewife Abductions? Or were they all just Cheeto-covered losers, typing out fantasies they could never make real? Or, Katherine reflected ruefully, most likely of all, a whole bunch of unsatisfied women like me, all fantasizing away at one another.

She fidgeted in her seat, waiting for her favorite website to load. Abduction Network Now was the latest stop for Katherine on a road that had started with steamy romance novels, the kind of trashy bodice-ripper you could find on any drugstore spinner rack. Those had led her to the bad boy ebooks, where the plots were thinner and the sex scenes much longer and harder, and from there it had only been a short hop to the sites that stripped the pretense away altogether, offering neat, hyperlinked lists of one abduction/rape fantasy story after another.

Pictures and movies had never done much to stimulate Katherine's erotic imagination, but written words...those did the trick, lighting up parts of her decidedly neglected by her husband like a switchboard. And if dirty stories were a switchboard, then the discovery of dirty chatrooms, where you could play your fantasies out in realtime with a partner, were surely Katherine's own private fireworks show, in her head and in her dripping wet panties. The eager housewife smiled and shifted, her thighs unconsciously clenching and unclenching against one another as she watched the list of Abduction Network Now users spring to life on the left-hand side of her screen.

ANN billed itself as an immersive experience. There was no acknowledgement that everyone in the chat was roleplaying. It was treated seriously, as if the perverted fantasies being typed out by the many horny users really came true in the physical world. You were either a Victim, an Abductor, or a Watcher, and the premise that drew Katherine back night after night was a simple one: the Victims, like her, admitted their dark desires, and the Abductors promised to make them come true, describing in loving detail how they would appear unexpectedly to stun or drug or grab by sheer, raw force their victim, and then force her into a van or a plane or a boat and carry her away to some dark dungeon where she could be abused in vile and sexual ways.

Everyone had their own favorite scenarios, some more elaborate than others; Katherine (after a very brief time spent as a Watcher, trying to resist the siren call of Victim roleplay) was a fan of the everyman sort of Abductors that didn't feel the need to imagine a private chateau in the Alps or a yacht out at sea or something for their Victims. An unmarked van, a bit of rope and packing tape, and a basement in a