A career in kidnapping F/M
Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2022 5:21 pm
This story was requested by @Ak610 - I hope you like it!
Background
Some people struggle to make ends meet, some make a reasonable living working 9-5 Monday to Friday whilst others are ‘high flying’ executives able to command their own salary package and of course seven figure lucrative bonuses each year. And then there is me!
I do none of these; I make my living off the back of those ’high flying executives’. How I do this is not strictly legal; or put another way it is not legal at all, but then again the way many of these people earn money is not strictly legal either, so I think I have some moral ground in this debate, but frankly I don’t care because I enjoy what I do and I am good at it.
What I do is carefully do my research to select a private family with their own secrets that they have no wish to be made public and then I intervene in their life to my financial advantage.
I do that by detaining a member of their family at my pleasure for as long as it takes for the family; or put another way the ‘high flying executive’ to pay a sizable ransom. He or she does that in the knowledge that if they involve law enforcement agencies they may never see their son or daughter again and at the same time their own little, or not so little secrets will be aired in public. It’s a win-win I find!
A New Victim
I have been planning my fifth victim family for the last six months; you see why I need to earn megabucks from each job I do because of the months when there is no income, and then there are the costs I incur!
The father is CEO of a building company. Last year his bonus was $275m on top of a basic salary of $175m! He gives to charity, yeah right! And he is a pillar of the community. The wife stays at home and is part of a "ladies who lunch" group. The son is 22 years old and drifts in and out of ventures, never staying long in each and never making any money - why bother when daddy is loaded!
There is an ‘in’ with the son which I will get to shortly.
The father isn’t as "white as white" as he makes out. His construction company has been involved in some very dodgy land deals along with construction practices that are not entirely legal. He has used multiple front companies to hide what he does; but not from me and the team of hackers I employ.
The file on his ‘dodgy’ deals and illegal offshore accounts is ready to publish, so it’s time to put the kidnap into motion.
The son, Peter (or Pete as he styles himself), has a number of vices but the one that will be his downfall is his experimentation within the sex industry. I have recorded him trying out sex workers, some of whom were definitely under age in several cities around the world. As seems normal with a youngster from a moneyed background he treats those he pays as dirt.
This proclivity to sex workers will be his downfall and once in my clutches he will entertain me until his father pays up.
I followed him to the 5* hotel in Hamburg where he was staying and overheard him asking the concierge to book him a ‘companion for the evening. It was clear the concierge knew exactly what he was being asked to do as Pete was a regular at this hotel.
The young lady was booked to arrive at his suite at 7pm however I waited outside the hotel and it wasn’t difficult to spot her arriving. I stopped her and paid her to leave. She wasn’t bothered as she received double her agreed fee.
I then entered the hotel. I was wearing a long leather coat and my face was covered with a mask - as dictated by the local Covid regulations -which saved me sorting out a disguise.
I knew his suite number so I rode the elevator up to the top floor where his penthouse suite was and before knocking on his door I removed the coat and mask.
He opened the door on my second knock and my attire achieved the desired effect. His eyes were on stalks as he took in the extremely tight gingham school girl uniform I was wearing. The skirt was so short it left nothing to the imagination! My hair was tied in pigtails to complete the look. It wasn’t what he had ordered but I knew it was a vice of his.
If he noticed I was older than the girl he had booked he didn’t comment, instead he invited me in and offered me a drink from an open bottle of Champagne – there was one dead one and some white powder on the table – this was going to be easier than I expected. Once he had poured me a glass he led me over to the enormous bed.
Before I had even taken a drink he placed one hand on my left breast and the other felt under the skirt. His approach was clumsy but I had decided to let him have his moment. I put the glass down and after feeling me for a few minutes it was clear he was ready to move straight to what he was paying for.
On the table next to the bed were some red silk scarves and I allowed him to tie my wrists to the headboard. For the moment I wanted him to feel "in control". My research hadn’t prepared me to be assaulted, but fortunately I have endured worse, I would pay him back later!
I cried out, partly in mock pain and partly because his fists actually hurt. He obviously wasn’t bothered about being disturbed by someone calling reception about the screaming coming from his room. I guess another benefit of money.
His frustration ended and I could feel the throbbing pain in my breasts. He had left my face alone, probably to ensure when I left the hotel no marks showed.
His rape was equally brutal and short. He pulled his pants down and lay on top of me - there was no foreplay and very little control on his part. At least he used a condom.
Once he was spent he remembered to untie me and I drank the champagne to dull the pain.
When he returned from the bathroom we lay on the bed together and I got him talking about his life. It was easy to get him on the subject of money and equally to move the conversation on to how he felt cheated by his father who wouldn’t give him the allowance he, Pete, thought he deserved. After all’, ‘he said, ‘Pa is loaded.’
‘Why don’t you stage a mock kidnap and get him to pay a ransom as a way of getting money?’, I said innocently, and I could immediately see a spark within his drink and drug addled brain.
‘But how would I go about that?’ he said after some thought, and I knew I had him!
Instead of replying I leaned over and took his flaccid cock in my mouth. He groaned with pleasure; ‘keep going’, he commanded, but instead I looked up ‘why don’t I tie you to the bed this time?’ I said sweetly before returning to lick his cock which was beginning to respond.
He didn’t say no and soon his naked form was tied to the bed with the scarves. I teased him mercilessly until he was begging for relief and before I did I said; ‘if you sent your father a photo of you tied up as part of the ransom maybe he would believe you had been kidnapped.’
He nodded as I slipped a condom on to his shaft and took him inside me. As I reached behind me to cup his balls I gently slid up and down on his shaft; ‘faster!’ he commanded but I kept the same pace frustrating him.
‘I could pretend to kidnap you now’, I smiled down at him as I kept up the slow pace, ‘but it would be more authentic if you left here and disappeared for a while before making the demand for money in return for your safety’, I said increasing my pace and bringing him to a climax.
As I felt him cum into the condom he blurted out; ‘yes let’s do it now; but how we will make it happen?’
Music to my ears; a victim asking for my help!
‘If you really want to do this’, I said, as if it was only just occurring to me how to make it work, ‘you will need to disappear from this hotel and drop off the grid to use the parlance of spy novels.’
‘But how will I do that?’ he asked and I smiled. ‘First we need lots of cash to get away and to live without creating an electronic trail. Then we need to arrange transport that no-one knows about to somewhere remote and safe and of course you would need to leave the hotel without anyone seeing you.’
I could see he was confused as to how we could do that so easily so I made it very simple; ‘you have access to cash?’ I asked and he nodded, ‘my card will get lots of money from any machine – there is no limit to what I can withdraw as long as my account had funds.’
This was exactly what I expected. ‘In which case give me the card and pin number and I’ll get the money and make the arrangements and once we are somewhere remote we can work out how to tell your father you have been kidnapped and what the ransom is. In the meantime we can have some fun playing at kidnapping!’
He nodded and smiled; he wasn’t the brightest kid! He told me where his card was and what the pin number was along with the maximum cash withdrawal that his account would allow – the figure was huge!
‘I’ll go and get the money and make the necessary arrangements and I will be back shortly’, I said picking up my coat and his room keycard.
‘If you could just untie me’, he said finally realising he was still bound to the bed. I shook my head and picked up the white cloth that surrounded the Champagne bottle. In no time I had spun the cloth into a strip and gagged him with it. It was a pathetic gag, as he would find in due course, but it would do for now.
I playfully smacked his cock; ‘just to get you in the mood for a kidnapping!’ I said with a smile as I put my coat on and left. He hadn't even asked how I knew how to make the necessary arrangements!
It didn’t take long to get the money and pick up a bag of items I required. After phoning my friend to confirm the flight I got changed and returned to the hotel. My own room would be cleared and cleaned later.
Background
Some people struggle to make ends meet, some make a reasonable living working 9-5 Monday to Friday whilst others are ‘high flying’ executives able to command their own salary package and of course seven figure lucrative bonuses each year. And then there is me!
I do none of these; I make my living off the back of those ’high flying executives’. How I do this is not strictly legal; or put another way it is not legal at all, but then again the way many of these people earn money is not strictly legal either, so I think I have some moral ground in this debate, but frankly I don’t care because I enjoy what I do and I am good at it.
What I do is carefully do my research to select a private family with their own secrets that they have no wish to be made public and then I intervene in their life to my financial advantage.
I do that by detaining a member of their family at my pleasure for as long as it takes for the family; or put another way the ‘high flying executive’ to pay a sizable ransom. He or she does that in the knowledge that if they involve law enforcement agencies they may never see their son or daughter again and at the same time their own little, or not so little secrets will be aired in public. It’s a win-win I find!
A New Victim
I have been planning my fifth victim family for the last six months; you see why I need to earn megabucks from each job I do because of the months when there is no income, and then there are the costs I incur!
The father is CEO of a building company. Last year his bonus was $275m on top of a basic salary of $175m! He gives to charity, yeah right! And he is a pillar of the community. The wife stays at home and is part of a "ladies who lunch" group. The son is 22 years old and drifts in and out of ventures, never staying long in each and never making any money - why bother when daddy is loaded!
There is an ‘in’ with the son which I will get to shortly.
The father isn’t as "white as white" as he makes out. His construction company has been involved in some very dodgy land deals along with construction practices that are not entirely legal. He has used multiple front companies to hide what he does; but not from me and the team of hackers I employ.
The file on his ‘dodgy’ deals and illegal offshore accounts is ready to publish, so it’s time to put the kidnap into motion.
The son, Peter (or Pete as he styles himself), has a number of vices but the one that will be his downfall is his experimentation within the sex industry. I have recorded him trying out sex workers, some of whom were definitely under age in several cities around the world. As seems normal with a youngster from a moneyed background he treats those he pays as dirt.
This proclivity to sex workers will be his downfall and once in my clutches he will entertain me until his father pays up.
I followed him to the 5* hotel in Hamburg where he was staying and overheard him asking the concierge to book him a ‘companion for the evening. It was clear the concierge knew exactly what he was being asked to do as Pete was a regular at this hotel.
The young lady was booked to arrive at his suite at 7pm however I waited outside the hotel and it wasn’t difficult to spot her arriving. I stopped her and paid her to leave. She wasn’t bothered as she received double her agreed fee.
I then entered the hotel. I was wearing a long leather coat and my face was covered with a mask - as dictated by the local Covid regulations -which saved me sorting out a disguise.
I knew his suite number so I rode the elevator up to the top floor where his penthouse suite was and before knocking on his door I removed the coat and mask.
He opened the door on my second knock and my attire achieved the desired effect. His eyes were on stalks as he took in the extremely tight gingham school girl uniform I was wearing. The skirt was so short it left nothing to the imagination! My hair was tied in pigtails to complete the look. It wasn’t what he had ordered but I knew it was a vice of his.
If he noticed I was older than the girl he had booked he didn’t comment, instead he invited me in and offered me a drink from an open bottle of Champagne – there was one dead one and some white powder on the table – this was going to be easier than I expected. Once he had poured me a glass he led me over to the enormous bed.
Before I had even taken a drink he placed one hand on my left breast and the other felt under the skirt. His approach was clumsy but I had decided to let him have his moment. I put the glass down and after feeling me for a few minutes it was clear he was ready to move straight to what he was paying for.
On the table next to the bed were some red silk scarves and I allowed him to tie my wrists to the headboard. For the moment I wanted him to feel "in control". My research hadn’t prepared me to be assaulted, but fortunately I have endured worse, I would pay him back later!
I cried out, partly in mock pain and partly because his fists actually hurt. He obviously wasn’t bothered about being disturbed by someone calling reception about the screaming coming from his room. I guess another benefit of money.
His frustration ended and I could feel the throbbing pain in my breasts. He had left my face alone, probably to ensure when I left the hotel no marks showed.
His rape was equally brutal and short. He pulled his pants down and lay on top of me - there was no foreplay and very little control on his part. At least he used a condom.
Once he was spent he remembered to untie me and I drank the champagne to dull the pain.
When he returned from the bathroom we lay on the bed together and I got him talking about his life. It was easy to get him on the subject of money and equally to move the conversation on to how he felt cheated by his father who wouldn’t give him the allowance he, Pete, thought he deserved. After all’, ‘he said, ‘Pa is loaded.’
‘Why don’t you stage a mock kidnap and get him to pay a ransom as a way of getting money?’, I said innocently, and I could immediately see a spark within his drink and drug addled brain.
‘But how would I go about that?’ he said after some thought, and I knew I had him!
Instead of replying I leaned over and took his flaccid cock in my mouth. He groaned with pleasure; ‘keep going’, he commanded, but instead I looked up ‘why don’t I tie you to the bed this time?’ I said sweetly before returning to lick his cock which was beginning to respond.
He didn’t say no and soon his naked form was tied to the bed with the scarves. I teased him mercilessly until he was begging for relief and before I did I said; ‘if you sent your father a photo of you tied up as part of the ransom maybe he would believe you had been kidnapped.’
He nodded as I slipped a condom on to his shaft and took him inside me. As I reached behind me to cup his balls I gently slid up and down on his shaft; ‘faster!’ he commanded but I kept the same pace frustrating him.
‘I could pretend to kidnap you now’, I smiled down at him as I kept up the slow pace, ‘but it would be more authentic if you left here and disappeared for a while before making the demand for money in return for your safety’, I said increasing my pace and bringing him to a climax.
As I felt him cum into the condom he blurted out; ‘yes let’s do it now; but how we will make it happen?’
Music to my ears; a victim asking for my help!
‘If you really want to do this’, I said, as if it was only just occurring to me how to make it work, ‘you will need to disappear from this hotel and drop off the grid to use the parlance of spy novels.’
‘But how will I do that?’ he asked and I smiled. ‘First we need lots of cash to get away and to live without creating an electronic trail. Then we need to arrange transport that no-one knows about to somewhere remote and safe and of course you would need to leave the hotel without anyone seeing you.’
I could see he was confused as to how we could do that so easily so I made it very simple; ‘you have access to cash?’ I asked and he nodded, ‘my card will get lots of money from any machine – there is no limit to what I can withdraw as long as my account had funds.’
This was exactly what I expected. ‘In which case give me the card and pin number and I’ll get the money and make the arrangements and once we are somewhere remote we can work out how to tell your father you have been kidnapped and what the ransom is. In the meantime we can have some fun playing at kidnapping!’
He nodded and smiled; he wasn’t the brightest kid! He told me where his card was and what the pin number was along with the maximum cash withdrawal that his account would allow – the figure was huge!
‘I’ll go and get the money and make the necessary arrangements and I will be back shortly’, I said picking up my coat and his room keycard.
‘If you could just untie me’, he said finally realising he was still bound to the bed. I shook my head and picked up the white cloth that surrounded the Champagne bottle. In no time I had spun the cloth into a strip and gagged him with it. It was a pathetic gag, as he would find in due course, but it would do for now.
I playfully smacked his cock; ‘just to get you in the mood for a kidnapping!’ I said with a smile as I put my coat on and left. He hadn't even asked how I knew how to make the necessary arrangements!
It didn’t take long to get the money and pick up a bag of items I required. After phoning my friend to confirm the flight I got changed and returned to the hotel. My own room would be cleared and cleaned later.