Ultimate thrill
Okay, so perhaps it wasn't his brightest idea to have carried on about this quite so much on his blog! Three posts on the subject probably was excessive.
Hindsight is 20-20…
She pushes Barney, unbalancing him so that he falls backwards to land heavily. It's a hard surface and his arms are trapped behind him, beneath him, fingers tingling from where he'd been tightly bound at the wrists.
He can smell her… It's a her… definitely a woman. The scent of perfume, femininity… he can feel her long hair flicking against his bare skin as she manhandles him, straddles him.
He can't see her.
They've gagged him, blindfolded him, stripped him of his shirt and trousers. Left him in socks and boxers and somehow he's feeling all the more vulnerable because he's not quite naked.
He tries to turn over because his hands are hurting like a motherfucker and there are pins and needles running up his arms. She stands, toeing him on to his belly before kicking him viciously in the side. He tries to cry out, around the ball-gag.
He feels the vibration, deep in his throat, but there's no sound at all.
She can do what she wants. He can't make a sound.
And to think that he'd imagined all this to be kinky in a good way…
*--*--*
"Barney, there's no WAY that's true!" Robin insisted.
"Dude, it's definitely an urban myth!" Ted agreed.
Marshall looked a little scared.
"No, guys, seriously. There's this gang of women that kidnap rich people. International business men like myself," Barney pointed at his chest, beaming, "And they hold them to ransom, but not in the traditional sense. They get the hostage themselves to hand over the dough! It's awesome!"
"Then they kill them?" Marshall gulped.
"Nah, they usually just fool around with them for a while before letting them go. You know, lots of kinky, rough-house sex?" Barney looked wistful. "Man, I'd pay someone to do that to me. I mean… think about it?"
He and Ted let out twin sighs.
"That's sick, Barney!" Lily said, hitting him on the arm.
"Hey!"
"And what if they DID kill you?" Robin asked, scowling at him.
"Then at least I'd die happy."
*--*--*
Kidnapped…
How lame is that?
No matter what he said on his blog, he never thought this would happen to him.
Trouble is, it IS the ultimate thrill, Barney can see that now. When you have everything you could ever want - money, suits, girls, you start craving something else, something different. He's toyed with the idea of the loss of control for some time.
And this is what it feels like.
He knows that his captor (captor-ess?) has a gun because he's heard her cock it. He knows she's got something sharp because she jabs him in the thigh with it, making him not-yelp behind the gag as she flips him on to his back, so that his weight is on his hands again.
This shouldn't turn him on as much as it does. It really does. He can't help it, he gets hard and she notices (of course). It's probably why she does this, the filthy minx. It's nothing to do with the money. She's not even asked him for his bank account details! This is all about the domination.
Barney tries to swallow, almost choking, when he feels her yank down his boxers and run something along his dick.
Her tongue. She's licking him.
His toes curl into the hard floor. His hands are numb, his arms throbbing, but he doesn't care. The pain is nothing. The pain is something he can control if she keeps doing that, lathing his penis with her clever, tricksy tongue. When she takes the head into her mouth and starts to suck on it like a lollypop, he thinks he's going to explode. The ache starts low, right down in his spine, behind his balls and he closes his eyes tight shut, biting down on the gag as her fingers probe behind his scrotum, playing with his anus. He bucks his hips as he feels something wet and her fingers pop inside him, exploring, wriggling...
Stars flash in front of his eyes as he squirms beneath her and-
Ahhhhh! Fuck!
He's so close, so close, oh shit, he doesn't care, just do that… do THAT… suck harder, shit! Ahhhhgh-?
There's a noise and her mouth is gone and it takes him long seconds to process what's happened because everything's white noise and his brain is fizzing and sparking.
"What the hell? Where am I?" Someone shouts from nearby. A guy. The voice is familiar. "Where am I? Is anyone there-? Hey? Let me GO!! LET ME GO!!!"
Barney would love to cover his ears because the dude starts screaming incoherently (like a girl) but his hands are still trapped. He wishes he could speak, shout out, because he knows that voice and the screaming is scaring him, terrifying him in fact.
He knows that voice.
Because it's Ted.