Non-consensual themes, you have been warned!

This follows in the theme of a couple recent stories I have written. Thank you to any reader who chooses to vote, comment, message, and/or send me any type of feedback. I appreciate the encouragement. Of note, this story has little sex, you have been warned x2.

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Her life was amazing. She had a terrific job at a non-profit organization. She was married to her highschool sweetheart. He also had a great job at a prestigious law firm. They lived in a large house with a white picket fence in the suburbs of the town they grew up in, only a couple miles from their families.

Despite their busy schedules, they had date nights every week. They enjoy exploring new restaurants, taking in a movie, and traveling. She called her mother twice a week. They split holidays between their families. They had no kids but were discussing starting to try in the next year.

Her schedule was quite regular, especially on weekdays. She was up by 5am. A quick run on the treadmill before showering, making her morning latte, then out the door by 6. Her office was about an hour away and she liked getting started before anyone else arrived. She tried to be home by 5 and to have dinner ready, although many nights her husband had to stay late.

It was easy to track her because of that schedule. Not only was I able to track her, I was also able to quickly find out her husband’s schedule. He too was a creature of habit. He often left in the morning before she did. His hours varied for when he returned home but it was never before 6pm.

It’s not just that I tracked her. I stalked her. I knew her every move, the clothes she wore, the way she styled her hair. I could see when she had slept in a couple extra minutes and was running late to get to work. I knew when she ran errands after work. I had spent weeks following her in order to understand everything about her. All in preparation for the big day.

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I should back up. Several weeks earlier I had been contacted out of the blue by someone I had never met before. The message was quite clear, I was being requested to stalk and abduct her out of her perfect little life. In return for her abduction, I would receive fantastic compensation for my troubles.

I wasn’t convinced at first. I’ve written stories, chatted with many women, and had submissive I have controlled. But stalking and abducting a married woman was on an entirely different level. After exchanging messages for a few days, I decided to at least take a peek at the woman in question. She was 5’7, 129 lbs., blue eyes, long blonde hair, and amazing curves. My heart started to race as I continued to look at her. She was fucking hot. Now that I had seen her, I couldn’t shake her out of my mind.

It had been almost three weeks of following her when I had received another message. The message suggested I was taking too long. It was true, I was enjoying the chase. I had planned for over a week how I would take her, but I was just having too much fun hunting her. I also had her dungeon waiting in my basement. Soon, she wouldn’t have her husband, her job, her house in the suburbs, her pretty clothes, or her freedom. She would be a caged slave.

I waited a few more days. It was Friday morning. Her husband had been leaving earlier and coming home progressively later that week because of a big case he had been assigned. She was running late this morning. But I didn’t follow her to the office this morning. Instead, I waited a block from her office parking lot. The office was about a half mile away from the main road. It was quite far off the beaten path with no houses or other offices nearby. Perfect for what I had planned.

Despite being about 5 minutes late, she was still the only other person around. As her car pulled in, I drove in behind her. She was getting out of the car, focused on grabbing her purse and her latte, unaware of her surroundings. I pulled up beside her and quickly exited. She had barely had time to look up when I put my hand over her mouth. The chloroform cloth in my hand knocked her out. I shoved her in the back seat of my car with no one in sight.

Even though she was out, I made sure to restrain her. I started by cuffing her hands. On the door panel was a handle used to close the door. The cuffs were on either side of the handle with the chain threaded between. Fortunately in my car, this handle was far enough away from the handle used to open the door so that she wouldn’t be able to reach to open the door, just in case she did wake up. With her hands now restrained, I quickly gagged her, blindfolded her, and cuffed her ankles. For these cuffs, I had a longer chain that was held in place by a metal ring in the bottom of the driver seat.

I took a quick look at my work, she looked amazing laying cuffed in the back seat. I threw a blanket on top of her so that no one would be able to see inside while we made the long drive. I also made sure her purse and latte, I had been careful to stop any of the drink from spilling as I grabbed her, were placed back inside her unlocked vehicle. Authorities would know she was abducted soon, but the lack of signs of a struggle would ensure the heat would be off for a short time.

I had my prey. It was a 90 minute drive back to my home, her new home. In the meantime, I decided to play a CD from Dave Matthews Band, her favorite band, during the long drive. She stayed asleep throughout the drive and during the transfer to her cage. The cage was 6 feet high, about 6 feet wide, but only a couple feet deep. This ensured no matter where she was in the cage, she was always within arms reach.

I stripped her naked before placing her in the cage. I inserted a butt plug deep inside her ass and left the gag in her mouth. I sat and waited in the basement for this slave to wake up. While I waited, I thought back to the first message.

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Why? Why would a 27 year old wife reach out to me? I said her life was amazing. By all appearances her life was amazing. But that wasn’t the case. She explained that she wasn’t happy, that she didn’t want to be a married woman living this lie anymore. She wanted, no needed, to be a broken fucktoy. A slave to be used and abused. I wasn’t convinced at first that this woman truly wanted me to abducted her but based on the messages and the information she provided me, only things that she could have known, I was certain that she was telling the truth.

As she started to awoke, I began to explain exactly what her new life would entail. I told her to move to the front of the cage and drop to her knees. She obeyed, a sign that she truly did ask for this. I removed her gag and presented my thick, hard cock to her.

"Show me that fantastic compensation you promised me." I ordered. She put her face up against the bars of the cage with her mouth open wide. I put my hand against the back of her head holding it tight. She couldn't move. I slid my cock inside of her. At first, just the head and a half inch of my shaft, but before long I was inserting my entire cock deep inside her mouth hitting the back of her throat.

She coughed and gagged on my thick cock. Drool ran out of her mouth, down my cock, and onto her luscious tits. After a few minutes of throat fucking my new slave, I withdrew my cock for a moment, allowing her to take a breath. As I was about to start again, just before entering her mouth, I could hear her say ‘Thank you Sir’.