A year ago I was kidnapped and held hostage by a couple of men that I didn't know. They kidnapped me when I was getting out of my car at home. They planned to use me as leverage for hostage negotiations when the cops caught up with them because they had robbed a small jewler that day.

At first I was scared and confused. I didn't know what was going to happen to me and was afraid of these men.

After an hour of driving, with me tied up in the back seat, we finally arrived at their destination. They shut me in a small room and left me there for a while still tied up. After a while the one took the tape off my mouth and unbound my hands, then left me with a granola bar and bottle of water.

Once I was able to think clearly, I started thinking about how to escape. The window in the room was barred and boarded and the door was fastened with a heavy lock and I had nothing to use as a weapon in the room.

After an entire day of thinking, I finally realized there was no way out for me. But that night the thought occurred that my captors are men, and unless they are gay, I might be able to seduce them enough to trick them.

The next day I started trying to subtly seduce the first man as he brought me a small breakfast. He didn't seem to catch on and I decided to try harder next time. He came back after lunch time with a snack for me and I told him that I would be glad to thank him for my food. He got the hint but didn't act on it. Finally he brought me dinner and again I offered myself to him. This time I said I was grateful for how well they were treating me and wanted to show my appreciation to him. He replied asking how I could do that and I told him to pull down his pants.

Unfortunately for me, he retied my hands, this time in front of me, but also tied my feet to one of the bars on the window. Despite being disappointed by the man's caution, I knew I had to follow through and maybe earn their trust.

I gave that guy a blowjob that night and swallowed every drop, hoping to impress him as much as possible. The sooner I could earn their trust the better.

The next day the second guy brought me breakfast and I immediately started my offers for him. He was much easier and pulled his cock out for lunch. Despite my situation, I still remember being impressed by both men's sizes.

The second man also received a blowjob for dinner, and I knew he would be the easy on to convince. Three days went on with them taking turns delivering my meals and me giving blowjobs.

Then the first man left in the morning to make a grocery run to a nearby town. The second man brought me my breakfast and I told him how I was hoping we could go further than what we had been doing. He didn't even hesitate to untie my legs so that I could spread them for him, but he tied my hands tl the window this time. I felt like I would never get these guys to trust me.

I spread my legs for him that morning and he filled me with his cum despite me having missed my birth control for several days.

Over the next few days i continued spreading my legs for the second guy and continued sucking the other man's cock. Idk how much they told each other but they had to know.

Finally after two weeks of being locked in that room the first man went out again and the second man tooknme out of the room. He even untied my hands and feet both this time. I was excited but knew I had to be careful.

Knowing that the other guy would be gone for a few hours, me and this guy just fucked in one of the bedrooms. I think this is when I realized that I was honestly enjoying being their prisoner.

Before the first man returned I was put back in the room and like clockwork, the first man came back and soon after came in for my dinner and his blowjob.

It took me a few more days to get another chance out of that room. The first man left again and I was let out again. This time I knew what I had to do. I knew where the man's cellphone was and I knew that I could probably get away for a phone call after sex if I was good enough and lasted long enough to wear him out for a nap.

Two and a half hours later the man was snoozing in his bed shortly after filling me with his cum yet again. I snuck out of the room and rushed to the phone. I called 911, explained my situation and also explained that I was calm and treated well and that if the police waited to raid the place another few hours that they could get both men. I then told the dispatcher I had to go.

To keep them unsuspecting, I returned to the bedroom and fondled the guy into another erection. He woke up with my mouth on his cock again and I gave him a blowjob. He allowed me to quickly clean up and then returned me to my room. Soon after the other man returned and sure enough he came in for his blowjob.

I had just swallowed his load when the cops sped into the front yards with sirens blaring and lights flashing. I wiped a small blob of his cum off my chin and sucked it off my finger as he ran out of the room.

Now a year later, I have repeatedly sought out anonymous sex partners to pretend that I am their slave. The entire experience changed me and I am glad it happened.