Chapter 1--The Abduction
Gina was a nice girl. A little plump--pleasingly plump, her fiancé Dwayne assured her--a little prissy, very proper. Never having gone to college, at 22 Gina lived at home with her parents while awaiting her marriage to Dwayne, whom she had known since kindergarten. They attended the same church and it had never occurred to her to want someone different. Not that she actually wanted Dwayne, whatever that meant, but her parents assured her it was God's will that she marry and have children and take her place in the world at Dwayne's side. That was good enough for her.
Gina didn't seek adventure, but she did have a wild side. That is what her parents believed, at any rate, and they were probably right, though Gina hadn't yet figured this out about herself. But she did volunteer work on the 'wrong side of the tracks' as her father said, helping those less fortunate than herself, working in a Christian Outreach Center two days a week from 9:00 to 5:00. This was wild behavior in her father's book, but he tolerated it because it was for a higher cause.
This fall Tuesday she had been delayed at work, as several staff members had been out sick. She didn't get out until 8:00 and it was already dark. Gina pulled her practical woolen coat tighter around herself as the wind whipped the air at her bus stop. She was alone and not certain when the bus would come, this being so much later than she was used to being out. Soon she would be home and mom would make her a nice cup of cocoa and she would read her novel, say her prayers, and go to sleep. Her life was, if a little dull, very predictable, and Gina liked order. All that was about to change.
"Excuse me, ma'am."
Gina looked up and saw a disheveled looking woman, too skinny, with something not quite right about the eyes. Drugs, Gina thought, mentally shaking her head in disapproval. But she was a polite girl, and she smiled and nodded toward the young woman.
"My baby." The woman pointed toward a little car parked on the other side of the road. She didn't elaborate.
"Pardon?"
"My baby. She's stuck in the car seat. I can't open it. She's crying like crazy. Would you try?"
What an odd request! The woman didn't look overly distraught, as Gina would have been if her own child were stuck somewhere. Must be the drugs! And that poor baby stuck! Gina's naturally generous nature gave way to any misgivings and she hurried over with the woman to help the baby.
They got to the car and the woman opened the back door. Gina leaned in, expecting to hear a squalling infant. Before her eyes had adjusted to the dark interior of the car, she suddenly felt herself pushed into the back seat. She fell forward with a startled squeal as the door slammed shut behind her. The front window rolled down, a hand extending with an envelope which the supposed mother took before fading into the autumn gloom.
Gina screamed, and a hand clamped itself over her mouth, muffling the sound. The car engine started and the little car drove away with Gina a prisoner inside. She was terrified. As she thrashed and jerked, trying to get herself free, the hands on her tightened, and then someone hit her hard on the back of the head with something heavy. Gina fell back, limp and silent, into his arms.
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When Gina came to she was in a room. It was totally dark, except for a crack of light showing under what must have been the door. Her first conscious thought was of pain--a dull throb at the back of her head where she had been hit. As she came fully awake she realized she was sitting upright in a chair. Her heart began to beat wildly against her ribs as consciousness rushed back and she realized she had been kidnapped. Kidnapped! Who could possibly want to kidnap her, and why? Trying to lift her hand to brush hair from her face, Gina realized her hands were tied behind the chair. Her legs were tied to the legs of the chair, forcing her to sit in a most unladylike position, the rope holding her at the knee and ankle. Her head was pounding and it took her a moment to take in the most horrible fact of all! She was naked!
Except for a crisscross of thick rope that covered her body, Gina's pink, plump flesh was exposed to all the world, or at least whomever had kidnapped her. She felt heat suffusing her features, creeping down her chest; she was horrified at the thought of someone seeing her like this. She was never naked, ever, except in the shower. She never looked at herself and certainly didn't allow Dwayne to do so! Not until marriage, she reminded him on those rare occasions when his passion got the best of him and a chaste kiss threatened to go too far.
But now she was naked, her small, high breasts exposed, the rosy pink nipples jutting between the ropes that cruelly cut into her skin. Her sex was exposed, and try as she might, she couldn't budge to shut her legs. The sheer embarrassment of being naked was so acute it completely took over any fear of being kidnapped or killed.
She began to cry, little hysterical mews and gulps, as tears welled out of her eyes, overflowing on soft round cheeks. Her cries changed to a startled scream when someone behind her said, "Ah, finally coming out of it, eh? Gordon smacked you a little too hard. I warn him that he doesn't know his own strength. But you should be ok in a day or two. No permanent damage." As he spoke, the man flicked on the overhead lights.
Gina squinted in the bright fluorescent light, trying to focus. As her vision cleared, she realized she was in a room that was completely empty, and covered in mirrors from floor to ceiling. "Please!" Gina cried. "Please! What are you going to do to me? Why am I here? Please, oh please let me go!" Her voice broke as she sobbed in fear.
"Relax, sugar. We aren't going to kill you. We don't plan to, that is, as long as you do what you're told. Just relax. You are going to be staying with us for a long time. You can make it real hard on yourself, or you can relax and enjoy it. I think we're going to have us a whole lot of fun, Gina. Just you, me and Gordon. You're our new pet. We got tired of the old one."
Gina was unable to take in what he was saying. As the man walked around in front of her, Gina squeezed her eyes shut, praying with all her might. But the prayers must have fallen on deaf ears because when she opened her eyes, the man was still standing right in front of her. He was tall and lean, dressed in a white cotton T-shirt and jeans. His thick dark hair was cut short.
He knelt in front of Gina, his face crinkled in amusement. She screamed, her eyes still squeezed shut, when she felt his hand on her thigh. Slowly the large, rough fingers moved toward her exposed sex. The fingers moved past her pubic curls and down to the bare little pussy below. Her screaming became a high-pitched wail. The man withdrew his hand and slapped her, hard, across the face. Then again, on the other cheek, stunning her into silence.
"Come on now, sweetheart. Sorry I had to do that, but you're becoming a pain in the ass. If you don't shut your mouth, I'm afraid I'm going to have to tape it shut. We mustn't disturb Gordon. Won't do at all. One more sound out of you, except for answers to direct questions, and I will duct tape your mouth. Do you understand?"
Terrified, Gina nodded mutely. Her breathing was ragged, and she gasped when he touched her pussy again. When his finger entered her, the largest thing to ever penetrate her virgin sex, she forgot herself and screamed again.
Feigning disgust, the man slapped her again, so hard her ears were ringing. He left for a moment and came back, the duct tape in hand. Pulling off a large silver rectangle and biting it with his teeth, he pressed the sticky tape tightly over Gina's mouth, muffling her cries.
"You want to do things the hard way, Gina, then that's what we'll do. Gordon'll like that. He likes to break the fillies, as he says. He likes the wild ones. They never stay wild, though, Gina. Just remember that. Once Gordon has a go at you, you'll learn to behave, I can promise you that."
Gina's eyes were round as plates as she stared at the man. He knew her name! As if reading her mind he said, "We have your purse, sweetheart. We have your license. We know where you work, where you live, what your boyfriend looks like. We'll know a whole lot more than that eventually. But right now we have all the time in the world. The fun is just beginning, baby." Blessed darkness claimed Gina, as she fainted dead away.
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