Another Cybersex Roleplay Thread (me and ila only)

[ila]

I am momentarily confused. Shawn is in the corner of the room and she’s screaming. There are four other people in disguise in the bedroom and one is barking orders. I try to react, but before I can do anything there is a knife pointed at me.

I whip my head around to see what I quickly deduce are three men searching the room. The one with the knife whom, by the sound of the voice and the obvious breasts, I rapidly figure out is a woman forces me to stand up beside the bed. Two of the men, both dressed in black tshirts and black track pants, return to the woman. One is holding a ball gag and the other has a set of handcuffs.

The woman, with the knife, tells them to take care me. The one with the gag stands in front of me. I’m just shy of six feet tall and he is almost a hand’s breadth taller which would make him about 6’ 2’’ tall. I can see his muscles bulging under his tshirt. The other one is a fair bit shorter than me, about 5’ 8’ I would guess. He, too, is very muscular.

Before I can say or do anything the taller one has the ball gag in my mouth and fastens it in the back. Right after that the shorter one steps in behind me. Both of the guys force my arms behind my back. The cuffs are on me in less than three seconds. I’m now their prisoner and unable to fight back. Fortunately for me I recognized the handcuffs from the last time I was with Shawn. They are the type of cuffs that can be released without using a key by anyone that knows where the catch is. The ball gag straps are cutting into the sides of my mouth so I move my jaw and push my tongue out to make the gag fit more comfortably. That’s when I discover that the straps haven’t been done up tightly. I should be able to get it off with just a little manipulation.

Thoughts of how to rescue Shawn and get out of here are racing through my mind. A plan is forming in my mind when the taller man intrudes into my thoughts. He says to the shorter one, “I’ll take over from here.”

The taller one steps in behind me and pulls me against him in a vice-like bearhug that is so tight I can’t move. “Now you’re going to see what we’re going to do with your girlfriend,” he snarls.

My captor spins me in the direction of Shawn. The third man is advancing on her. Shawn is in the corner and she’s visibly shaking with tears streaming down her gorgeous face. I struggle to break free, but the man holding me just laughs and pulls me closer to him. I can only watch helplessly. As I try to twist around to escape I feel something hard against my bum. I stop moving, but there is still that lump against me. I suddenly realize that the guy holding me has a hard-on and he’s pushing it against me. I’m not sure if it’s me, my predicament, or Shawn’s nakedness that is exciting him.

[princess shawn]

I am facing just one man now. Like the others, he is wearing a black T-shirt and matching track pants, with greasy hair sticking out from under his mask that is a darker shade of blond than the woman's. His thick, hairy forearms are covered in tattoos.

I manage to scream one more time before he grabs me, turns me around such that I am now facing Ila and he is behind me, pinning my arms to my sides with his arm wrapped around my body. His left hand is clamped tight over my mouth, reducing my screams to muffled whimpers. "Yeah, that's it. You wanna try screaming again?" he sneers.

The woman walks towards me, tucking away her knife and pulling out a roll of duct tape from another pocket. The tattooed man removes his hand from my mouth and I start pleading, "Please don't hurt me. I'll do anyth-mmmph!" A strip of tape is pressed over my lips. The man holds my hands behind my back and ties some rope around my wrists, followed by my ankles.

"Oh, we won't hurt you. Unless daddy decides not to pay up." the woman says. The tattooed man picks me up over his shoulder and walks to the door, keeping a tight grip on me as I start kicking and wiggling. The woman turns to Ila and the other two men. "Bring them both to the van. Let's get out of here in case the neighbours heard the screaming."

[ila]

I’m helpless as the third man grabs Shawn. The more I try to escape the grip of the man holding me the tighter he squeezes on my midriff. I can only watch as Shawn’s wrists and legs are bound and duct tape is brutally slapped onto her mouth to keep her quiet.

The woman’s next statement makes everything clear. This is not a robbery, but a kidnapping. Even though I couldn’t save Shawn it’s a good thing that I am with her. At least she won’t be alone while she’s held in captivity. The thought also crosses my mind that maybe I’ll find a way for us to escape or at least for her to escape.

Right after the blonde woman tells the men to get Shawn and me down to the van she pauses beside the shorter kidnapper and says, “Better grab his clothes,” and she points to me. “We don’t want anyone to know that she was taken along with someone else.”

Shawn is looking back towards me and the kidnappers as she’s carried out of the bedroom. Just before she disappears out the door the blonde kidnapper says, “You know, dearie, you should really get the lock fixed on your front door. It only took a think piece of plastic to jimmy it.” Then she laughed cruelly at Shawn.

The kidnapper holding me forces me to stand fully upright. As he does so he thrusts his hips against me. Once more I feel a bulge against me. This time I push my cuffed hands against the bulge and find out that it is a rock hard cock poking against me.

“That’s right,” the kidnapper says, “hold onto my cock. You and your girlfriend are soon going to be intimately acquainted with it.” Then he frog-marches me out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out the front door.

By the time we get to the van Shawn has already been deposited on the floor just inside the back doors. I’m shoved in beside her. The kidnapper that carried out Shawn quickly ties both of us to a seat leg. The four kidnappers hop in the van and we speed off. Just before a blindfold is put over our eyes I notice that all the lights in Shawn’s house have been turned off, probably so as not to raise any suspicions.

[princess shawn]

With wide eyes, I watch Ila being forced into the van next to me. There are two kidnappers joining us inside the vehicle, with the other two in the front seats. A black strip of cloth is pulled over my eyes and tied at the back of my head, and I assume the same thing is done to Ila.

The van starts moving. The first thing I do is start struggling again, kicking at whatever is in front of me and stomping the floor of the van. "Mmmmph!" I shriek through the gag, "Mmmrrph! Mmuuumph!"

"Stop that!" I hear one of the kidnappers say. A pair of hands grab me by the ankles and pin them down. My hands continue to tug at the ropes around my wrists... until the feeling of cold hard steel pressing on the side of my neck makes me stop. The same voice says, "I'll slit your fucking throat if you keep pissing me off."

The other kidnapper sitting with us grabs Ila's cock. "Or maybe we cut off her boyfriend's cock. See how she likes that." He has the edge of his knife against the side of Ila's shaft, but withdraws it after a moment. "Nah, there's so much more fun to be had if we keep them both in one piece."

I feel the knife leaving my neck. The first man who spoke now says, "You're right. But better check with the boss lady first."

And so for the rest of the ride, I sit quietly with many thoughts racing through my mind. Should I cooperate until help, or an escape route, arrives? What will they do to us when the van reaches its destination? If I am their target, what will happen to Ila?

[ila]

As the van moves off I feel Shawn beside me moving around and kicking and then hear muffled sounds from her. I understand her desire to escape, but in our current bound, gagged, and naked predicament there is not much we can really do other than wait for a better opportunity.

The next thing I hear is a harsh voice demanding that she settle down. I immediately recognize that voice as belonging to the one that bound Shawn and carried her out. Something must have happened because she instantly goes quiet except for soft whimpers and sobs. I’m beyond frustrated because I can’t even hold her to comfort her.

I try to squirm around to get close to her and let her know I’m still with her. Before I can say or do anything I feel a hand on my cock and then cold metal. One of the kidnappers threatens to cut off my cock. I involuntarily shiver because I know that the metal I feel is a knife. Then the kidnapper speaks again. I know by his voice that it’s the same kidnapper that marched me out to the van.

The knife is withdrawn, but the kidnapper is still holding my cock. He starts stroking me up and down. Despite my predicament I soon have a raging hardon. He’s still slowly jerking me off when he says “Boss, can I fuck the boyfriend?”

“Not until I’m done with him,” the female kidnapper answers. “Now leave him alone and just watch him.”

Even though the kidnapper has been told to only watch me he keeps his hand on my cock alternately stroking and squeezing it.

A few seconds later Shawn’s captor says, “Can I fuck the girl, boss?”

The reply this time is harsher. “I told you before that no one touches the girl before I say so. You know what happens when you disobey.”

“Yes, boss,” he says sulkily.

Things go quiet in the van. The only noises are from the traffic outside and the breathing of the kidnappers. I finally manage to get my leg next to Shawn’s to let her know that I’m still with her.

Every couple of minutes the van makes a fast turn throwing around Shawn, me, and the two kidnappers. I’m quite sure we’re taking a circuitous route because of all the turns. It’s not long before I lose all sense of direction. After what seems like an eternity, but was probably a half hour or so, the van comes to a stop. I’m pretty sure we must be at our destination.

[princess shawn]

Then came the sound of the van's sliding door opening. The kidnappers untied us from the seat leg, while keeping our hands and legs bound. One of them lifts me over his shoulder and I feel myself being carried somewhere. The man in charge of Ila unties his legs and forces him to stand outside the vehicle.

"Go on, walk forward." he holds Ila by the arm and pulls him in the direction he wants him to go. Everything around us is quiet, no sounds of people or traffic.

After being carried for a while, I am lowered onto something that feels like a mattress. Soon afterwards, something landed on the same mattress; the kidnapper leading Ila had shoved him onto it roughly.

More footsteps approach us, then the sound of a door closing. The woman's voice is heard, "Take off the blindfolds." Her henchmen obey, and I take some time to let my eyes adjust when the blindfold comes off. I watch as the burly kidnapper does the same to Ila's blindfold.

We are in a plain room with concrete walls, a closed metal door and four chairs in front of us. There is only one window, blocked by iron bars, through which I can see lots of trees but not much else. The kidnappers each take a seat, with the woman sitting closest to the dirty white mattress that Ila and I are on. She is holding a phone with the back side facing us.

"Welcome to your new home." she says, drawing chuckles from the other kidnappers, "Now princess, look at me..." I do so and hear the click of her phone's camera. "Very good. I will send this picture to your dad along with the ransom demand. Let's see how much daddy will pay for your safe return. I think we should ask for... a million? Two million? How much is his little princess worth?"

I give her an angry glare in response. I'm actually terrified but I try my best not to show it.

"Aw, look at that. She's so cute." the tattooed man says with a laugh.

The woman turns to Ila. "What about you? You're her boyfriend, are you gonna do something about this?"

[ila]

I am looking around the room taking in the details when the woman kidnapper addresses me. It takes me a couple of seconds to process what she asked. I don’t have to think long about my reply. I look straight at the woman and try to reply, but the ball gag makes my words incomprehensible. I try again with the same result.

The woman looks at me disgustedly and then at the burly kidnapper. “Oh for heaven’s sake take that gag off him so I can understand his mumbles.”

The big muscled kidnapper runs his fingers over my back and up to the straps on the gag. He deftly undoes the buckles and the gag falls away. I work my jaw around for several seconds until I get the normal feeling back.

Once again I look straight at the woman and say, “If anyone of you so much as harms or tries to harm Shawn I will make you regret it for the rest of your life.”

“Awww, how cute,” she replies mockingly. “You’re outnumbered four to one and you’re going to protect your princess.”

The woman bends forward from her waist getting closer to the bed Shawn and I are on. “We’re going to have to see just how tough you are, boyfriend.” She said the last word with emphasis on boy and a touch of scorn in her voice. “Stand up,” she commands.

I give her a defiant stare instead of moving. She nods her head in the direction of the big, burly kidnapper. The next thing I know there is a big hand on my shoulder and I’m standing upright beside the bed.

“Normally I’d have you stripped naked to better control you, but that’s not necessary, is it,” the woman says. Then she stands up. For the first time I get a clear view of her. She’s about 5’ 9” tall. I can see strands of blonde hair coming out from underneath her balaclava. Like her cohorts she is wearing all black. Unlike her cohorts her t-shirt is tight, outlining shapely 36C breasts. I surreptitiously drop my gaze lower to see that she has a tight, tiny waist. As I look still lower I notice that she’s wearing tight sweatpants that reveal her 34 inch hips.

Then I notice something that I never expected. She appears to have a bulge in the front. I try not to give away where I’m looking, but I’m caught anyway. The woman shifts her weight from one leg to the other. As she does so my suspicions are confirmed. I can clearly see the shape of a cock down one pant leg.

I can’t help what happens next. My cock abruptly gets hard. There is no way I can hide my state. The woman pretends to ignore me, but I she keeps glancing down at my cock. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the burly kidnapper, who cuffed me, looking quite brazenly at my hard cock.