Chained in the Basement, Please Help
Copyright© 2009 by Meghan Hill
Chapter 8
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 8 - I was kidnapped. I'm chained in a basement and my kidnapper is gone. Please help find me.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Coercion Fiction BDSM Humiliation Voyeurism
OMG! OMG! OMG! Someone is reading this! And they found a way to talk to me!
Thank you so much, MSboy8 for the little poem you wrote. I almost didn't see it in time, because I had gotten out of the habit of looking at all the new stories every day (been reading about Spearfish Lakes instead... )
I'd almost given up, and you've yanked me right out of being depressed.
I haven't described how I got here before. Mostly because I didn't think it will help anyone find me. But now that I know you're looking for clues, maybe you'll spot something I've missed? So here goes...
Like I mentioned earlier, I live in Evergreen, CO. I'm single and I rent a house there, so I was alone when it happened.
So, it was much like any Friday night. Work ran a bit late, the last kid wasn't picked up until 6:30. Then I went out with some friends, got home around I think 10:30. I'd had one beer, my limit when I'm driving.
I unlocked the front door -- I'm sure it was locked. And opened it, came in and reached for the light switch next to the door, and from behind me, this hood was shoved over my head, smelling of some chemical, and then he grabbed my arms, and forced me down to my knees, and that's all I remember until I woke up in the trunk of a car.
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