The Inspection and The Abduction [MF] [Humiliation] [Foreplay]

There were some pretty obvious flaws in my plan.

I kept thinking about them as I pulled up to the airport. First, this wasn’t my city. This was hundreds of miles away from what I’d consider my “hunting grounds.” I was limited to using my phone’s GPS to figure out where I was going.

That also meant that I didn’t really have a chance to stake out the airport before now. I didn’t really know how much security would be around, or cameras, or other people.

But I’ve been to dozens of airports before, and I knew there were some truths across the world – there’d be overpriced parking, there’d be tired people, and everyone everywhere was looking to get OUT of the airport, not wishing to spend an extra second there.

It was beautiful chaos for me, giving me just enough cover.

My usual suit and tie look doesn’t really stick out at an airport. And with a nice little sign, I blended in with other people waiting for people to get off the plane.

*CASSIE* written with a thick black sharpie.

It wasn’t her name. I didn’t actually know her name. But I let her know that she’d be known as Cassie when I picked her up. This made up for the fact that she didn’t know my face.

Cassie was taking her time.

There’s a chance that she slipped past me out of fear. Or maybe she didn’t even get on the plane. It could have been an elaborate catfishing. A quick splash of taboo power for her.

If she was nervous, she could have snuck past me, gotten her bag and gotten a taxi to a hotel. She had shown me the plane ticket, and sent a picture of her in her departing airport as instructed, following the demands of wearing fishnets, a short skirt and a low-cut tank top.

If she panicked, she could have taken off the fishnets and put on a sweatshirt. Or she could be worried about the next part, and was hiding on the plane.

There was even a chance she had alerted the stewardesses on the plane, which could potentially be a problem for me. There’s a fine line between legal and illegal in our play, and convincing someone that this was legal would be bothersome.

There she was.

“Cassie” gave a nervous wave as she walked up to me. Easily the last passenger off the flight, as the flight crew moved quickly away from her and towards their shuttle. There were no other “drivers” near me now. Really, no one within 50 feet. All the other passengers have moved over to either the taxis or the luggage conveyor belts, everyone staring away from us.

“Here,” I said dryly, handing her the “Cassie” sign.

Wordlessly, I circled around her twice, looking her up and down like an art collector sizing up a new statue. I gave each tit a quick lift, letting go and seeing how they bounced. I checked each ass cheek with a squeeze. And a swipe of my fingers confirmed that she had the butt plug in as ordered.

No one saw us.

I wasn’t sure when the next flight was coming in, so I hurried up my inspection. At the moment, we were one of eight people still in the baggage claim.

Moving in close and holding eye contact, I lifted up the front of her skirt. My finger traced along the inside of her thigh to her mound, feeling the split between her pussy lips. Hours of anticipation and following orders and coming closer and closer to me had made her a mess. It was dripping down her leg.

I took a step back and let the skirt fall. I pushed to of my fingers into her mouth.

“Suck,” I said.

She nodded, then wrapped her lips tight around my fingers. I could see the stress and panic and anxiety in her eyes. But getting a task of sucking on me focused her. There was some skill here. She was going to be a good little cocksucker.

Pulling my fingers out of her mouth, I grabbed her chin and turned her face to the right, then the left, then up, then down. There was very little point in doing this. I just wanted to dehumanize her, make her fully feel like a piece of meat and nothing more.

I turned her face to the side again, then licked her cheek. I paused, pondering her taste. Then I took a smell of her hair before turning her face back to me.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Good,” I said. “Go fetch your bag.”

As she bounced over to the conveyor belt, I took a moment to adjust myself. Why the fuck did this turn me on so much? Yes, she was this tiny little thing with a sexy body, and I’m easily twice her size. But I didn’t just want some vanilla sex with her – I wanted to degrade her, hurt her and fill her with cum. No one was going to mistake what we were doing as “making love.” I was going to fuck her like a dirty little whore.

Watching her walk back, rolling suitcase in tow, I saw it: the mischievous little grin on her face.

She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be degraded, choked, spat on, spanked, filled with cum and used like a sex doll. She was begging for it.

That’s why this turned me on so much. In three days, she was going to barely be able to move, but every fiber of her being was going to be filled with joy knowing that she was my disposable cumdump.

“I almost forgot,” I said, reaching into my pocket.

A collar. And a leash.

And it wasn’t even a fancy BDSM store collar. This was a simple woven collar you got at a pet store for less than $10. I at least got a red one, her favorite color.

I made sure the collar was tight, but not enough to choke too much. I gave her about 10 feet of slack on the leash, then started walking. I didn’t have to tell her to follow. If she didn’t, the farther and farther away she got the more obvious it was that I was walking her like a bitch.

It was a trade-off of moving slowly enough to humiliate her, but fast enough that no one would have time to pull out their phones and record us. I’m fairly sure we made it to my van in time.

I guided “Cassie” over to the passenger door of my van, setting her bags on the ground. I carefully duct-taped up her wrists, almost positive there were security cameras. I figure if I didn’t do anything too crazy, security would dismiss it as kinky weirdos doing things.

I buckled her up, gave her a kiss, and took her bags to the back of the car.

Inside, I duct-taped up her mouth, then put a mask over her. Nothing suspicious at all.

We started driving. She probably thought it was towards the motel. But really, it’s not that hard to find an abandoned business with a big parking lot these days. This particular time, it was a Toys R Us. I pulled around to the loading dock. Cassie was confused.

I didn’t let her step out of the car. Instead, I taped up her knees and thighs, then just above her ankles. Running was no longer an option.

Taking her shoes off, I tossed them into the back. I gave myself a moment to play with my toy, lifting her skirt up and running my thumb over her clit.

Next, I added one more band of duct tape, this time pinning her elbows to her torso. There wasn’t a lot of movement available to her, but she was small enough that it was easy to hoist her over my shoulder.

I didn’t bother explaining.

In the back of my van, there was what looked like a simple moving box. Cardboard and massive. If I put a person inside of a normal cardboard box, I’m pretty sure they’d be able to kick through it, or make a lot of noise.

But as I opened the box, you could see the wooden frame inside of it – a neatly sanded and polished cage for naughty little fucktoys.

“Cassie” might have started figuring it out. But really, it was too late. She fit into her cage nicely, and with a little more tape the box perfectly disguised her as an inert object.

Only then did I bother to drive to the cheap motel.

No one even looked twice as I rolled a box on a hand truck into the room.

It was time to play.

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