It's that time of year again! Like last year, I'm going to be doing entries for all 31 days of Kinktober; it's always a challenge, but I do think it's important to push myself like this, and be much more productive on the writing side of things. Fortunately, I have managed to get a few entries ahead of time, albeit not as many as I would have liked. (Titanfall 2's servers are actually working again, so, yeah, that's been a distraction). As ever, I really appreciate all your support and interest in my stories. For those of you who are new watchers or have just stumbled onto my page, I do hope you enjoy all of my entries, and let me know what you think!
And to start things off, a follow-up to a previous Kinktober entry:
Kinktober 2022 - Day 17 - Digital/AbductionThe abduction of Sandra Landry occurred so quickly and so unexpectedly that no one, least of all the victim, knew what was happening until it was too late. One moment, the tall, willowy blonde was exiting the front entrance of MagnusCorp’s corporate headquarters to the cadence of her high-heeled boots clicking on the pavement, full pink lips turned upwards in a soft smile as she read the texts her lover had sent to her smartphone, not a care in the world. The next, a white panel van came screeching to a halt beside her, and Sandra barely had a chance to look up and see what the noise was before the pair of thugs seized her by the arms and hauled her inside. “Help! Someo—mmppgghh!” A large red ball gag, shoved into her mouth and buckled in place with practiced efficiency, stifled her cries before they could draw any attention for security, and then the van was off, transforming Sandra into a helpless prisoner in less than fifteen seconds flat. “Mmmpgggh! Mmmppgggh, gggnnnhhhh!” she protested, fear radiating from her sea-green eyes as the first coil of rope was produced. “MMMMPPPGGGHHHH!”“Damn, man, that Magnusson guy hired a looker, didn’t he?” proclaimed the first thug, drawing a line of rope around her ankles.“Stop gawking at her and do your job,” the second growled warningly, his iron grip on her upper arms holding fast as she buckled and struggled in vain. “As for you, girl, cooperate and you’ll get home safe. Cause us any trouble, and we’ll make you wish you’d never been born.”“Mmmmpppggghhhh!” Sandra gave a muffled protest, her struggles nevertheless ceasing at the threat. Even as the van darted through the growing traffic, the thugs continued securing her without interruption, and within minutes, the beautiful accountant was thoroughly trussed: wrists tied behind her back, legs bound at the ankles and thighs, and a final pair of coils cinched tight above and below her shapely breasts. When they were done, the two thugs took a moment to examine their handiwork, and she shuddered at the scrutiny, feeling their eyes trace the curves of her breasts through her blue satin blouse and how her black leather pencil skirt flattered her hips and thighs. “Mmmpppggghhhh…”Finally, a digital tablet was produced and held in front of Sandra’s face, the screen flickering as the playback began, and Sandra gave a muffled gasp as she beheld the face of the man behind this, a figure easily recognizable from countless interviews, press releases and social media posts… not to mention the dartboard at the MagnusCorp employee lounge. “Good evening, Ms. Landry,” Martin Polis, futurist, entrepreneur, and founder of rival digital firm PolisTech remarked, those dead black eyes staring blankly ahead. “If you are watching this, it’s because the men I hired to abduct you have actually done their jobs properly. Scream and struggle all you want, but your only way out of this situation is to cooperate and obey my demands.”Sandra let a monosyllabic grunt serve as her rebuttal. “Let me be blunt with you, Ms. Landry, PolisTech can no longer compete. My long rivalry with Kevin Magnusson is going to end in victory for that blundering oaf, and that I will not abide. That is where you come in. You work in his digital accounts department, and thus have access to all the personal data of every customer who has ever brought a MagnusCorp product. Give me this data and help me destroy your employer, and I will let you go free. If not… well, I have ordered the men who abducted you to treat you in a gentle manner. I can just as easily order them otherwise.”“MMMPPPGGGGHHHH!” Sandra screamed, eyes darting in terror from the tablet to her captors and back again. Everyone knew how utterly ruthless Polis was, how many smaller companies he’d trampled underfoot for the sake of becoming the biggest name in digital services, how many lives he’d ruined and used up. That he’d resort to abducting people to achieve those ambitions... “MMMMPPPPPGGGHHHHH!”“Right now, they are taking you to my mansion, where we are going to have a nice, long talk. Don’t make this any harder of yourself than it needs to be. After all, that would be inefficient, and if there’s one thing digital and tech services hate, it’s inefficiency…”
. While I'm going to try and do some more original stuff this year, there will be some more follow-ups/returning characters, so let me know if you have a preference one way or the other. Regardless, enjoy!
My first entry for 