The Abduction And Training Of Kitty Part 2

For those reading this story who have not read the first installment, I apologize for the lead in to this, part 2. It does drag a little to begin with, but if you read the first part and are starting on the second, think of it as the intermission between two feature films in a movie house. 🙂

Comments about the lead-in aren’t needed because I think you will find the rest of this part of the story hot enough even for those who like it out there in Never, Never, Land. Any other comments are more than welcome especially any from the ladies out there. ENJOY.
Vanion

PS: If any reader exceedingly likes a particular part of the story, drop me a PM with any ideas you might like to see included in part 3.

BY THE WAY: To the idiot who was so emphatic as to the spelling of one single word in this story, I changed it by 1 , I repeat “one” letter, just to please your caustic attitude to grammar and spelling.

Do all of us a favor in the future though, give a “name”, not just “reader”, so we might all be able to take a look at some of “YOUR WORK”. The rest of us do try very hard to do our best and to give “constructive” comments and suggestions to other writers.

Caustic comments such as yours, do no one any help. And if you could be so caustic in your phrasing when sending me a PM as to the fact that I missed “One” letter in one word, I have this to say from “ALL OF US” who do try to do a good job with these stories, STICK IT IN YOUR EAR!
{Of course, ear is not what I mean, but others will get the idea, while I still try to be polite.}

So here is the corrected version, just to please one jerk. Make it positive, constructive, and above all polite, people, even it it is a negative comment. We learn from those too.! It’s not just about writing dirty stories and erotica, it’s about trying to improve our writing skills as well. {Though I admit the dirty part is fun too. LOL)

ENJOY!


The Abduction and Training of Kitty

Part 2

1.
Several hours later she roused to the smell of fresh coffee. Kitty stretched luxuriantly. She felt completely and totally relaxed and refreshed. She wondered how long she had slept? Suddenly she remembered her exams and sat up quickly. “What day is it?” she asked.

Mr. P answered her from the edge of the bed. “It’s Sunday, just after noon.”

“Shit,” Kitty muttered, “I’m never going to pass biology now.”

Mr. P chuckled, “Oh, I think you will get a passing grade. Especially after that performance last night.”

Kitty felt a little irritated at the glib comment. “That’s not the point. My final for this semester it tomorrow morning.”

“Look, Why don’t you get up and I’ll guide you to the bathroom. You can use the facilities and take a shower and I’ll be waiting with your clothes. Then we can get you back home. You still have the rest of the afternoon if you’re really worried about it. Just make sure you don’t try cramming all night. There is no point trying to take a test if you wind up tired and half asleep tomorrow.”

“I guess you’re right. I’ll just have to do the best I can. Now, which way is the bathroom?” she asked.

After Kitty had showered and dressed, she sat at a table with Mr. P and had coffee and a breakfast roll. “Where are the others?” she asked between bits.

“They’re gone. They took off early this morning. There are only you and I here now. I told them I would make sure you got home safe,” he replied.

Kitty thought about that for a moment. “In that case, I want to ask you something. What has this all been about? Not that I’m mad. Though, I should be mad as hell at you. And the others as well. I just want to know why.”

Mr. P was silent for a long moment. “All right,” he said at last, “I’ve noticed you around the campus several times, and I’ve heard some rather nasty comments about how you treated people. You were a taker, a user, and a God Damn Cock-teasing bitch, were some of the nicer ones,” he told her bluntly.

Kitty was completely shocked and taken aback. She had never thought of herself like that, she just wanted to have some fun and do as she pleased.

Before she could say anything, Mr. P continued, “I’ve never really seen you quite that way. Nor have Miss S or Miss M.

When we compared notes, we decided you were a fairly good, but misguided girl, who needed an attitude adjustment before you got yourself violently raped or killed. I’ll admit we treated you harshly to begin with, and have indeed violated your body and mind. But, and I want you to really think about this, would you rather it was us who tuned you in? Or some guy in a vacant lot somewhere who could have left you for dead? I think if you consider it carefully, our methods were better than what you would have received from some violent animal working you over.

We weren’t really out to rape you in the normal sense of the word. We set out to show you what you were like and what you were missing out on. We tried to teach you some new things about getting satisfied by different types of sex. But the main thing we tried to do was alter your mind’s perception of yourself and the way you were treating others. We truly believed you were on a long dark spiral that would come to no good end. That is if you didn’t wind up dead first.” He finished. “It is as simple as that.”

“Wow,” Kitty said after a moment. She though about what he had said a little more. “I certainly didn’t like any of it to start with, but guess maybe you have a point. I have always taken and never given anything back. I guess I never really thought about it before.”

“You do realized it now though, don’t you?” Mr. P asked her.

“Yes, I guess I do. I don’t think I am the same person any more. I think that girl is truly dead and gone for good. Things seem different now. I don’t know exactly how yet, but I think I like the idea of being a new person with a new way of looking at things. Maybe of looking at the whole world too,” she told him seriously.

“Then we achieved what we set out to do. I’m thankful for that,” Mr. P told her just as seriously. “The ladies and I tried to teach you something about sex. But I myself tried to show you something else last night as well.”

“What was that?” she asked after he didn’t go on.

“I tried to teach you something about truly making love. There was for a time last night when I was making love to you, that you were truly with me. I could feel it. You became as involved in me as I was in you. We both wanted the same thing, to please each other. We wanted to be closer both physically, and mentally, to each other. You didn’t hold back anything of your self. You gave yourself to me completely, as I did to you. You proved that by asking for what you wanted to do with me. That was all you, giving something of yourself to another person, because I think you unconsciously realized was what you have always wanted to do, but were never able to.” He paused for a moment.

“That is all you need to know for now,” Mr. P told her. “Now lets see about getting you back.”



2.
Mr. P had driven her back to her dorm and parked in the lot at the back. He had kissed her tenderly in goodbye before letting her out. He had asked her not to remove the blindfold until he was gone and she had done as he asked even thought she certainly wanted to know who he was.

Kitty entered through the back door and was making her way to her room when a voice called out from ahead. “Hey Kitty, where have you been all weekend?” It was one of the other girls on her floor.

Suddenly the question struck her as funny and she burst out laughing. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you Doris. You just plain wouldn’t believe me,” she told her when she got herself under control.

“Try me,” Doris said with a grin.

“OK, if you really must know. I was abducted Friday night in the back of a van. I was driven, I don’t know where. I’ve had non-stop sex for the last two days, and the kidnappers just dropped me off a couple of minutes ago.”

Doris’ smile slid off her face for a moment, but quickly back. “Ask a stupid question and get a smart ass answer back,” she said clearly not believing a word of it. “OK, none of my business anyway. But you do look good. You’re almost glowing. I’ll bet you met a guy.”

This sent Kitty off in greater gales of laughter. After a minute when she was in control again she told her, “Right, on the first guess, and let’s leave it at that. OK?”

Doris gave her a doubtful look but nodded, “All right. Are you ready for the test tomorrow?”

“Not as ready as I would like. I’m going to study right now,” she said as she moved past Doris toward her room. “Do me a favor. Don’t let me oversleep in the morning. I might not pass the damn test, but I certainly won’t have a chance if I don’t get there.”

“No worries, I’ll make sure your up,” Kitty heard as she closed her door.

Kitty did try to study for a while, but gave up unable to keep her mind on the work. She kept thinking back to the weekend and the bombshell Mr. P had dropped on her at the last. That he loved her. The more she thought about it, the warmer she felt inside.

She thought about him for a long time and about the way he had made her feel. She especially remembered the sincerity in his voice when he told her of making love to her and her response to him. That thought alone gave her a warm fuzzy feeling. Finally she realized it was getting late and went to bed thinking of him. He had been right about one thing; she certainly didn’t want to be half asleep tomorrow.

Kitty got up the next morning and went to take her exam. It took her about two hours and she thought that perhaps she had passed. Maybe not with the grade she had been hoping for, but she didn’t think she had failed.

She was in the extremely crowded hall outside the test room, deciding what to do next and juggling her backpack trying to find her cell phone when someone brushed quickly behind her. “Don’t worry, you’ll pass with flying colors,” a voice whispered and was gone.

She froze for a split second before turning quickly to find out who it had been. But in the press of the crowded corridor there was no way to tell. But even in a whisper she was positive it was a man’s voice. Suddenly she knew who it had been. Mr. P. Damn it, he had been right there and she still didn’t know who he was.



3.
Later when she was sitting in the quad drinking a Pepsi while looking around she noticed a young man sitting under one of the trees, with a large stack of papers beside him. He seemed to be grading test sheets, referring to a clipboard from time to time and making notations on the tests. She wondered if they were of the exam, she had just finished.

She got up and wandered over beside him. “Hi,” she said.

The man looked up at her. “Hi yourself. Can I do something for you?” His voice sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t place it.

“Not really I guess. I just noticed you grading those,” she said gesturing to the stack of papers. “I just finished a midterm for Biology a few hours ago, and I was wondering if that is what those are?”

He cocked one eyebrow at her. “Could be. You wouldn’t be trying to find out your grade would you? Or maybe influencing it are you?”

Kitty sputtered. “No, of course not. I was just curious that’s all.”

“That’s all right then. We wouldn’t want any improprieties would we?” he said with a grin.

“No, I’m sorry to have bothered you,” she said and began to turn away.

“Hold on a second,” he said causing her to turn back. “You’re right, they are the biology test. I just took over the class and wanted to get them graded quick. I wouldn’t want the Dean breathing down my neck,” he said grinning again.

“You’re not my professor,” she told him. “My professor is sixty if he’s a day.”

“Your old professor was sixty, but now you’ve got me. Professor Milten had a minor heart attach this last weekend. He’ll be fine, but he’s out of the picture for the rest of the year. I’m taking over for him as of today.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Kitty said quickly.

“Which, that he had an attack or that I’m taking over?” he asked her with an even bigger grin.

“That he had a heart attack of course,” she told him indignantly.

“I’m glad to hear that at least. I would really hate if it was me taking over his class,” he chuckled. Kitty smiled in return and decided she liked her new professor.

“What’s your name?” he asked waving a hand toward the grass beside him inviting her to sit down.

“Kitty,” she said as she settled to the grass. “Well, actually it’s Christine. Christine Miller. I prefer to be called Chris, but everybody on campus calls me Kitty. It’s just a stupid nickname I got tagged with.”

“Oh, why is that?”

“I kicked up a bit of fuss, when I found out they wouldn’t let me keep my cat in the dorm. Kitty just sort of stuck. You know, Kitty Cat.”

“I see. You’re not fond of it though are you?”

“No, not really. But what can you do?” she finished with a shrug.

“Well, don’t worry Chris. I won’t call you by that. With me, Chris you are, and Chris you will stay.”

“Thank you.”

“Now let me see. I’m not really suppose to do this,” he told her as he dug through a stack of papers he had already graded. “Here it is. Christine Miller. Ah, I remember this one, it gave me quite a laugh when I was going over it.”

“Huh?” Chris said puzzled.