Camino de Santiago 1
by Michael Elk
A young man is kidnaped on a hiking trail 


Amy's Story
 The Camino de Santiago is a walking trail across the North of Spain. Hikers
can cover the trail at 20 or so miles per day and have accommodation and food
provided at convenient rest stops. I have stationed myself at Ponferrada, one of
the small towns on the trail, awaiting an appropriate target. The trail is a
busy place, a fact which enhances my chances to find a suitable subject, but
which also makes it difficult for any privacy. Most hikers are in groups of 2 or
more, and therefore not on my chart. I look for the person alone. This limits me
to about 1 in 20 walkers. And even among these, I only consider the young, the
attractive, the personable, and the ones headed in the correct direction, since
my cabin lies in the hills to the west. I am an equal opportunity employer and
open to hikers of either sex, and will take whichever arrives first.
 I have stationed myself at an outdoor café, where I can view the hikers as
they arrive off the trail. I am in my third day of waiting, and not bored as
might be expected. The anticipation is exciting, and keeps me on full alert, so
that when he finally shows up, I am ready. Of course I can't be sure that he is
alone and not simply walking ahead of his companion. But otherwise he will suit
my purpose. He is young, amazingly so. Probably about 20, but could easily pass
for a couple years younger. Fine features with shoulder length sandy hair. Good
looking, though no Leonardo DiCaprio, and heading in the correct direction. I
find myself holding my breath, a delicious, anticipatory palpitation in my lower
stomach and groin area. I have never taken someone so young. I am excited and
more than a little aroused. I follow him discretely and watch as he arranges
his accommodation for the night, then heads for the only restaurant in town.
Now, how to arrange a meeting.

Chris' Story
 As a reward for graduating university in British Columbia, my father has
agreed to finance a trip to Spain for a few weeks so that I can hike the famous
Camino de Santiago that runs all the way across the country. The trip will
hopefully allow me to practice my Spanish, since I majored in languages and hope
to teach French in Canada or Spanish in the US. It was originally to be a joint
venture with my friend Greg, but he had been offered a job at the last minute
and had to cancel.
 I lucked out on the 5th day of my hike by meeting a Spanish speaking woman
of East Asian heritage. Her purse had swung and spilled my coffee while I was
seated at a restaurant at one of the rest stops, and she had insisted on buying
me a replacement. She was about 35, pleasant looking, with glasses, dark hair
that was nearly black, about 5 ft 9 (tall for an Asian) and solidly built.
Perhaps carrying 15 lbs beyond slim, she wouldn't be classified as beautiful,
but carried herself with confidence. We sat together over our meal and quickly
established a rapport. Amy was a perfect conversationist, sincerely interested
in my travel, my life and my plans, The time flew by and before long it was 10pm
and late for turning in while on a hike. By then, I think Amy knew more about
me than my mother. Since we were both alone and hiking in the same direction, it
was agreed that we would walk together the next morning until she reached her
aunt's cottage, 10 miles along and just off the trail.
 The next day was perfect. I had company, and I got to practice my Spanish.
Amy was bubbly and interesting, and loquacious, and we got along splendidly. By
3 pm we were nearing Amy's aunt's cottage, and she invited me to spend the
night. It was only 1/2 km off the trail, we could have a decent shower or bath,
and her aunt would have wine. I would be more than welcome.
 When we reached the cottage, there was a note on the door. In retrospect,
Amy read the note and I didn't really see it. Apparently her aunt had been
called away for a couple of days. We were welcome to enjoy the cabin and help
ourselves to food and wine. It occurred to me that I would be spending the night
alone with this stranger and that there was a potential for extra curricular
activity. Being young and male were two reasons that the possibility of engaging
with a cougar was an exciting prospect. However I was far too shy and would
never have the courage to make a pass.
 As it turned out, my reserve was not a problem. After a light supper, we got
into the wine, and it just happened. One moment we were sharing the couch,
chatting and laughing easily, mellow from the drinks, and then we were necking
and petting passionately. I'm not even sure how it happened, but Amy was an
enthusiastic and aggressive partner, and I suspect that I was the one being
seduced.
 Amy took my hand and led me to the bedroom. We couldn't get our clothes off
quickly enough and I was shaking with excitement.
 Amy gave me a shove so that I fell backwards onto the bed. "I like to be the
one on top." she said laughing. And then she was. Her skin felt smooth against
mine and her weight and warmth smothered me in delicious subjugation. Her two
breasts were full and heavy against my chest, the nipples firm and taught like
rubber tire studs and surrounded by deep purple areola. She raised her body
against mine so that I could draw a nipple into my mouth and suck greedily. I
heard her moan appreciatively as I drew my tongue back and forth, worrying and
teasing the delightful tip.
 I could feel the depth of her arousal through the hum and vibration of her
body. Greedily grabbing my erection, she guided it towards its destination.
Suddenly I was mounted and her hips were aggressively grinding against my
pelvis. Then her tongue was deep in my mouth and I was sucking with relish. It
was all too much for an inexperienced male, and I came suddenly and explosively,
enjoying the best orgasm of my life.
 I lay there basking in the rapture and satisfaction of my magnificent
climax, while Amy's body continued to work against mine. I was in such a
contented after glow, that I didn't notice my partner cease her gyrations. Then
I was slapped viciously across the face.
 "You bastard" she shrieked, suddenly no longer Miss Nice. Her face contorted
in anger and frustration. Her bitterness wasn't pretty, and her demeanor shocked
and scared me. "You've gone soft. How dare you leave me like this."
 I could have thrown her off and hit her back, but it was not my nature to
strike a female. So I only raised my arms to protect my head from further blows.
 Amy regained her composure quickly. "Oh, Chris. I'm so sorry. I was just
enjoying it so much. It isn't your fault. You're young and inexperienced. But we
can fix that."
 Well there wouldn't be any fixing done from my perspective. Amy had shown a
deep part of her personality that was mean and unattractive. Perhaps had she
been gorgeous, I might have been willing to overlook her transgressions. But she
was closer to plain than to beautiful. I can be quite shallow in certain
situations. But Amy was not Miss Universe and was not going to be given a
second chance. I quietly untangled my body from hers and headed out to sleep on
the couch, all the while Amy asking for forgiveness and pleading for me to
return and sleep with her.
 The next morning, the atmosphere was decidedly cool between us. She didn't
offer breakfast, and I didn't want to ask anything of her. She was apologetic
and we did begin to talk some, the tension easing a bit. Amy invited me to stay
another day, but I declined, got dressed in the bedroom, and put on my hiking
boots.
 "Chris" I heard sweetly from the door of the bedroom. I turned to face her,
noticed something in her hand pointing at me, and was suddenly hit by what felt
like a sledge hammer. I guess I realized it was a taser by the time I hit the
floor. The pain was excruciating, and I lost complete control of my limbs.
 I couldn't see at first, but felt Amy grab an arm and force me over onto my
stomach. Then I felt her body straddling mine and my arms being drawn behind my
back and my wrists being tied tightly and securely. My sight returned first and
I could see my tormentor when she stood over me, confident and gloating. It must
have been 10 full minutes before I could talk and regain feeling in my limbs.
 "Get up." she ordered, and helped by grasping me by the collar and hair and
pulling.
 "Why are you doing this" I whimpered, frightened to death and totally
submissive.
 "Have you never heard of kidnaping and ransom? Now get outside. We've got
an 8 km walk to my car."
 "No! I said, unwilling to cooperate with this fiasco.
 Wham. The taser struck me again, this time in the back. I was down again. I
couldn't see or move, and this time I couldn't breathe. The pain was horrible.
 My tormentor waited about 5 minutes so that I could recover enough to
comprehend her. "Chris. You must understand. You are in my full control, now.
You will do as you're told. Any time you don't cooperate, you will be punished
severely. Now get up and start moving. You can walk off the rest of the effects
of the taser. Say no again and you will get it again. Multiple shots with it
are not healthy, by the way. Most police tasers are 20- to 30 000 volts. This
one is imported from China and comes in at nearly 50 000.
 I stood shakily while my assailant monkeyed with the restraints on my
wrists. It turned out that she was winding a thin belt around my tied wrists and
bringing it around my waist to cinch it securely in the front.
 "There now." she said. "That should prevent any idea of sliding your hands
down over your rump and getting them out in from of you. We wouldn't like that,
now would we? And I'll just tie this guide rope to the belt so that I can rein
you in should you prove to be a runner. Now, out of the cabin and down the path.

*******

 We walked for about an hour with me in front, attached to Amy by the rope
leash, when she called a break. She made me lie flat on my stomach and looped a
second belt tightly around my ankles, before allowing me to roll over and sit
up. She sat and ate a muffin, but refused to let me eat. She did give me a sip
from a water bottle, and then removed the restraint from my legs. Soon she had
me up and we were on our way again.
 About an hour later, we arrived at a clearing and the beginning of a dirt
road. A VW Golf was parked in the clearing.
 "We'll take another break before we ride."
 I was forced to lie on my stomach once again and have my ankles bound. But
this time, I wasn't allowed to roll over and sit up. My tormentor's body landed
heavily on my back, partially knocking the wind out of me. Then, straddling my
body, she brought a cloth over my nose and mouth and held it firmly against my
face. I held my breath and twisted and fought, writhing madly to escape. But she
was heavy on my back and I couldn't throw her off. All my struggles succeeded in
accomplishing was to delete any oxygen left in my lungs and blood. Eventually I
had to breathe and inhale the sickening fumes.
 "Good boy" I heard her say in a soft, almost tender voice as my head swum
with the drug. As I once again tried to hold my breath, I heard her say "Now
you can see why I couldn't allow you to eat this Morning. One more deep breath
should do it. That's it Chris. Go to sleep."


********

 When I awoke, it took me some time to orient myself. At first I only knew
that I was on a bed, covered with a sheet. Then the memory of my nightmare
returned in a flood. Then in rapid order, I noticed that my wrists were tied to
either side of the headboard, my feet were secured at the foot of the bed, and I
had to pee in the worst way. Finally I noticed my antagonist sitting beside the
bed, reading a book.
 "I have to use the washroom."
 "Well you're in luck then. There's a catheter attached to your penis and you
can use the facilities anytime you want."
 With the trauma of my situation, I hadn't been aware of anything but my
bonds. Now I could feel the tightness of the elastic of the catheter on my
member, and could even feel the weight of the tube leading from it, light on my
right thigh, on its way somewhere below.
 That idea was utterly abhorrent. I couldn't imagine using such a device. "I
can't do that." I cried. "That's gross."
 "Well, young man, I'd suggest you get used to the idea and quickly. I'll be
back in about 5 minutes to remove the catheter. You're going to be attached to
this bed for the next few hours, and if you make a mess, I will beat the living
shit out of you." And with that she waltzed out of the bedroom. She wasn't a
nice person.

********


 Amy returned in 5 minutes, as promised, and whipped off the sheet covering
me, leaving me naked and embarrassed. The previous evening we'd been in the same
state of undress, but somehow it wasn't quite the same. To lay there with one's
sexual organs exposed and vulnerable was most uncomfortable. Especially under
the gaze of a female I now detested.
 Worse was to come. Her hands were suddenly at my crotch, and holding my
sex, while she peeled off the rubber catheter. I was mortified.
 "Hope my hands aren't cold. But I think we can heat things up in a
different way."
 Then she stood back so that I had a full view, as she slowly stripped -- her
blouse, trousers, and finally her bra and panties. Suddenly I was not the only
one naked in the room. But I was the only one embarrassed. While I blushed, and
wished only for the sheet back on, she stood there regally, shoulders back,
flaunting her body, practically insisting on my ogling it. I diverted my eyes in
defense. But I'd seen plenty. The previous evening, the lights had been low and
I'd been too close to really appreciate her form. Her face might be average, but
it was now obvious that her body was her best part, and I felt a stirring that
made me feel guilty. She was reasonably tall, with a long upper body, far from
the typical diminutive size one might associate with Asians; and surprisingly
muscular, with well defined arms and shoulders. She was a few pounds overweight
to be a model, but a slight paunch didn't mar an otherwise sexy torso. She
looked strong. Her breasts, the only part of her I'd seen well before, were firm
and taut, and sized nicely for her height.
 Suddenly she was on the bed beside me, and then climbing on to straddle by
body. I was painfully aware of her sex tight against my belly. I told myself
that I was repulsed by this woman and what she had done. But some baser part of
me was attracted. Perhaps the way a moth is attracted to a flame and to its
doom.
 "Suck the nipple." she said as she lowered one of her breasts towards my
mouth. The nipple was pink and swollen, and surrounded by that attractive
purplish areola. But I was in no mood to appreciate it, and was not about to
cooperate with this travesty.
 "No, I won't." I whined, and turned my face away from her offering. Surely
she was in no position to use the taser.
 "Oh, I think you will. In fact you will do exactly what I tell you to do."
 Suddenly there was a hand firmly covering my mouth, and another pinching
shut my nostrils. I couldn't breath, and I hadn't had the opportunity to fill my
lungs. I flailed my head about violently and managed to free my mouth. However I
had little time to take in air before she recovered her grip. She was
surprisingly strong, and from then on my struggles were fruitless. She was
latched on like a leech, and I couldn't shake myself free again. I tried to
plead, but could only make a weak sound, and then only until I could no longer
move air through my vocal chords.
 "Shake your head when you are ready to do as you're told." Lack of air and
my innate claustrophobia insured my compliance, and my head bobbed practically
of its own volition. Suddenly I could breathe again, and the rush of air was
wonderful.
 I must admit that taking her nipple into my mouth was not onerous. The
rubbery sensation was far from unpleasant, as I'd experienced the previous
evening, and I marveled at how the tip grew in size as I drew it in.
 "Oh, yes. That's marvelous. Now, use your tongue on the tip. Ahhhhh.....
That's really nice." she breathed, obviously enjoying my ministrations. "Now
let's try the other one. Ohhh..., you are good. That feels fucking fantastic."
 I'd been occupied with the oral duties for several minutes, when she
suddenly pulled herself free and sat up, a smug triumphant look on her face, an
all conquering patrician astride her hapless peasant. I didn't even know that I
was erect until she reached back and seized my swollen member. "Well, it appears
I'm not the only one interested. You're more than ready. Good boy."
 She slid backwards along my body a few inches until her sex was in the same
proximity as my erection. Then with my member firmly grasped in her hand, she
steered it towards its ultimate destination. A firm pressure forced the tip
inside, and I felt a sudden warmth as her sex began to surround and engulf my
member. It wasn't quick. She moved her body gently back and forth, gradually
overcoming the innate friction, as snakelike, she swallowed my sex. I was a
helpless victim of the rape, but her ministrations were far from burdensome. I
was powerless to prevent the pleasing feelings being forced upon my body.
 Eventually she reached her goal and I was deep inside. Her sex was hot and
tight on mine, and gripped me like the oiled fist of a wrestler. I struggled by
way of a weak, and perhaps insincere, protest, but I was firmly held and had
little say in my fate. Then she withdrew an inch or two, and I felt a loss of
sensation, until she drove her body violently back down onto mine, once again
forcing me deep inside and reclaiming her hard-won territory. The pleasure was
instantaneous and intense. And then she did it again and again. My orgasm was
once again quick, but at least my tormentor didn't slap my face. This time she
seemed to accept my ineptitude and kept working at my exhausted manhood until
she was able to bring herself to climax as well.

 *******

 Amy had disappeared, but returned after about 15 minutes. She was still
naked, but had a towel over her shoulder and was carrying a basin of water.
 "Let's get you cleaned up a bit."
 She set the basin of water on the bed at the foot, and began lathering her
hands with soap. Then her hands were on my genitals, and soapy fingers were
stroking my penis and lower region. To say I was shocked would be understated. I
didn't like this kind of attention and had no idea as to her reasons. It wasn't
unpleasant being played with like that, but I was sexually exhausted from her
earlier efforts, and my member was not interested and not reacting. When she had
finished the washing, she used the towel to dry my parts, and then stood back to
inspect.
 Suddenly she bent forward, and her mouth was on my manhood. Then my flaccid
member was in her mouth and being sucked and tongued. The inflation milliseconds
after the Big Bang could not have topped that of my organ under this oral
attack. I went from limp and uninterested to fully erect in (it seemed) about
1/10 of a second. In fact my cock was still massively enlarging when it exploded
in the most gargantuan orgasm ever experienced by man. The intensity was almost
painful.
 "Ohhhh..., Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..... Oh God!!!!" I heard, and realized that I was
vocalizing loudly and involuntarily." I had heard of oral sex, of course, but
could not have anticipated the intensity of the pleasure.
 Amy rolled her tongue over my quickly retreating erection one more time
before standing back up.
 " Thought you might enjoy that. But don't expect it again soon. Tomorrow
I'll put you to work. " she said, with a vile smirk, as she picked up the basin
and towel and left the room.


 ********
Amy Clarifies the Situation:
 I am totally enthralled by my captive. Neither of my two previous conquests
gave me pause to reconsider my plans, though I did become somewhat attached to
the girl I still have, and enjoy bringing her to climax against her will. Chris
is so young and so cute that he brings out the mother in me. No! Not the mother,
because a mother would not want to rape and ravish his body the way I do. With
little effort I know that I could quickly fall in love. I'm half way there
already.
 However I have gone to a lot of trouble to capture this boy, and although
I'd love to keep him to myself, I would be giving up a fortune, and I'm far too
mercenary for that.
 After raping my bound captive, I wanted to please him, so that is the reason
I gave him the blow job. If I say so myself, I am somewhat of an expert, having
spent a couple years trying to impress my first love, an older man.
 I now sat in a chair beside Chris, still bound in his bed, the taser ready
in my hand.. I reached over and snapped open the wrist restraint on his right
hand. Then I explained how the latch on the back of the restraint worked and
watched him snap the other one open and free his other arm. The restraints were
easy to open, all one needed was a free hand. But with both wrists secured, it
was impossible to escape. I then invited him to free his legs, sit back and
listen.
 The poor misguided boy was still under the delusion that I was after a
ransom, and began explaining how his family was not well off. After shushing
him, I laid out the rules of the house, and of his ultimate fate.
 He was in the bedroom of a specially designed apartment in a building I
owned (I didn't mention that he was in Madrid). The apartment had a bathroom
with full tub and shower, a small sitting room with TV, and the bedroom where we
presently sat. The apartment also had a reinforced door that would have resisted
an axe or sledge hammer for several hours. And of course it locked from the
outside. This would be Chris' abode for the foreseeable future.
 I then explained Chris' job to him, and watched the shock register on his
face. Chris was to receive and pleasure rich women who would pay handsomely to
make love to someone so handsome. His role was not easily described in English.
He would be something like a gigolo, though that person is normally his own
boss. One couldn't term him a prostitute, because prostitutes perform for money,
and he wouldn't be getting any. Sexual slave was probably more descriptive.
 I liked Chris, and my instincts were to coddle and reassure him. However now
was not the time. I had to be ruthless. He was informed that he was to do
whatever the ladies asked and without question. Failure to cooperate would
result in my use of the taser, and then 50 lashes with him prone on the bed. He
would be allowed only underwear as clothing, and since I would be marketing his
youthfulness, he was to say that he was a virgin and that this would be his
first time, if asked.
 I left Chris in a state of shock, with me feeling a bit guilty for his
trauma. That wasn't normal since I have a bit of a sadistic streak and can be
mean. However I did find bullying him to be terrifically arousing. Since it was
not an appropriate time for another tryst with him, I headed to my second
apartment to relieve my stress with my other captive, Lisa, an Australian.
Perhaps I wouldn't enjoy it as much as with Chris, but Lisa was small and
pretty, with a dynamite figure. I had taken her off the trail like I had Chris,
6 months previously. I had got her to my cabin, then taken her physically since
I am so much stronger. I have never had to use the taser on her, but as a
threat, have shown her videos of it being employed. And being petit, she has
proven popular with both men and women. It is fun to ravish her and she can be
made to do interesting things. And it isn't even necessary to tie her because of
her size and because she is terrified of me.


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