Abducted – Chapter 1

   Scent of coffee in the air, cups clinking on saucers, unintelligible chatter, floating as background noise was a safe space for Vanessa on a Saturday afternoon. A cafe just a block away from her college offered refuge from her demanding life. An older attractive man, probably in his early thirties, sits in the corner and smiles at her whenever she walks in.

She never really paid much attention to his presence until the last few weeks. From what she can deduce, he was probably a lecturer from his neat attire, trimmed beard and the authoritarian way he looked at her felt as if he brought some much needed order to her chaos. She smiles back and her eye caught a futuristic looking watch on his wrist she’s never seen before; odd, but expected since the tech faculty was just across the road.

She sits at her usual spot, and begins typing away on her laptop, focused on her behavioural therapy essay for her psychology class, she’s in her zone. The constant quarrelling of her mom and dad was left at home, usually about dad gambling away money they didn’t have and drinking too much the night before. Vanessa had just turned eighteen a week ago, was already about three months into college, juggling two part time retail jobs to fund her studies and help with her family’s bills, and recently broke up with her high school sweetheart; she had a lot on her plate. Her ex of four years had left her a month ago for a girl he sat next to in a few of his classes, the girl he told her not to worry about.

(Save your tears for later, you need to get this done, he doesn’t deserve your thoughts…) 

She pushes through to finish her assignment that was due in a week. The plan was to graduate college, get married and start a life together, but all went down the drain as her ex had other plans to play with someone else.

It’s been a stressful year, but Vanessa was determined to keep running on her hamster wheel of life by avoiding any family conflict and shoving down her feelings deep inside for it to bubble up later by staying busy with college and jobs. (Besides, there’s no time for boys anyway so he did me a favour), she attempts to convince herself. 

   Aside from feeling like a mess, drowning in too many lemons to make lemonade, Vanessa’s hopeful that things will turn around for the better. A few modelling agencies she’s excited to work with have also reached out to her to earn a little bit more cash on the side. On top of that, rejecting people asking her out became a daily activity since she wasn’t available then and emotionally unavailable now. However, it felt good knowing that fishes in the sea were serving themselves on silver platters. 

(I’ll ask out that cutie in the corner once I’m back in the dating game.)

   An hour passed, the door creaked open and in walked her ex with his new barbie doll wrapped in his arms. (The audacity!! He knows this is my space and then dares to flaunt that bitch around me). Enraged, Vanessa packs up quickly to leave, not wanting to be seen or be around them.

   “What a surprise,” her ex casually leaned over from behind, “haven’t seen you around. Thought I’d stop by to get the best coffee on campus. Oh, by the way, this is..”

“Whoops! Look at the time, I’ve got to go help Mom with some groceries before the shops close,” Vanessa abruptly stops him before he has a chance to introduce his new arm rest, and with that, she disappears out the door.

(What a jerk…) Vanessa speeds walk home ignoring two catcalls, upset from the disrespect and not having enough time to process everything.

   “Mom! Dad!” she calls out after hearing some glass shatter as soon as she locked the front door. (Sigh… They’re probably fighting again). She walks into the kitchen and finds her dad and mum tied to the chairs, surrounded by three men in black suits, built and tall, with tasers and guns. One of them, points a gun at her little brother, who was also tied in the corner. Without thinking, Vanessa runs in between her brother and the weapon pointed at him.

   “Nessa, no! You should have ran!” her mum cried.

   “What’s going on? What do you want?” she questions, her frightened eyes glaring at them, tears forming.

   “There she is,” one of the men acknowledged her, and grabbed a pile of paperwork calmly to place in front of her dad, “We’ll take her instead. Two point four million, Mr. Swan, we will take your gorgeous daughter, you’ll be debt free and we’ll leave the rest of your family alone.” 

“No, please I beg you, take me instead, it’s all my fault, she has nothing to do with this,” Mr. Swan tries to barter.

“What do you think you will do to pay us back? There’s absolutely no way, but her… look at her,” he grabs Vanessa by the arm, “she’ll bring us back what you owe plus interest and profit. Besides, I wasn’t asking, I was generously letting you know how we’re going to settle your debt. This manual will let you know what to do if anyone asks where she went, and anything you do to try to get her back will result in you going to prison as all evidence of her disappearance will point to yourself and your wife.”

“You’re blackmailing me now?”

“Unfortunately so, we wouldn’t have to if you had kept your end of the deal. This is the contract that you have agreed to the moment you signed to borrow money from us. Since you are years past your due date and no amount of warning was enough to get you to pay up, we have to take back what’s ours by force. 

You have my word that all your debts have been canceled. Anyways, pleasure doing business with you, and congratulations, you are now a free man.”

The lead gave a hand signal and in a split second, two of the men injected anaesthetic into both Vanessa and her mom, inducing them to sleep. Vanessa’s unconscious mother was untied.

“Your wife will wake in a few minutes to help untie you if she pleases. I highly recommend you to read this manual, or you might find yourself in more trouble. Don’t look so upset. If she behaves herself, her new owner might let her visit for a short while and pick up a few of her things once she’s settled. A piece of advice for you. Don’t gamble with lives. Consider this a warning because we won’t be so merciful next time. Bye for now.”

He packs up his things, grabs an unconscious Vanessa from off the floor, “finish the job boys. Leave no traces. See you at the dock.”

Vanessa wakes up, sitting on the abductor’s lap, her skin crawled as his hands explore her curves, both sitting on the only chair at the back of a moving van. Her arms are roped straight up to a metal loop attached to the ceiling of the car, legs spread, ankles strapped to each side of the chair, her denim shorts have been removed, leaving only her pink, see-through, lace underwear, no bra, allowing the outline of her nipples to stand out through her body-tight, thin, white crop top that she was wearing earlier to college. The seatbelt across her waist had no give, keeping her sturdy on her kidnapper’s lap.

   “What are you doing? Let go of me! Get your hands off of me…” Vanessa protests and attempts to struggle out of the bondage, but earned herself fingernails dug into her soft thighs forcing a yelp out of her.

   “I don’t know if you noticed, but you don’t make the rules here. Try to retaliate again and you’ll regret it,” he warns her sternly before kissing the back of her neck.

The driver drives calmly like he does this everyday for work. The back of the van had many other metal loops on the walls, floor and ceiling to attach ropes to keep the captive in place in various positions. It seems as if this van’s purpose is to deliver unwilling passengers to who knows where.

   “Someone’s going to see us and won’t let you get away with this,” Vanessa blurts out empty threats that she too knows means nothing.

   “And how will they do that? The windows are 100% tinted and we have the authorities working with us to keep irresponsible citizens in line. Don’t take it too personally because none of this was your fault. Looking at your track record, you seem to be the only one who’s trying. We’re taking you to teach your father a lesson and to help him pay off his debt as only you in the family could. He can always have more children in the future, and hopefully he learnt his lesson so we won’t have to do this to him again,” he says so casually like she was only a piece of property without any rights, “if anything, we’re doing you an enormous favour taking you away from a lifetime of debt and if you’re lucky, you might even end up with someone who likes you and give you a better life than you could ever have if we left you there.”

Vanessa sat quietly for a few seconds, absorbing what was going on as the abductor calmly rubbed her thighs, his hands slowly creeping closer to between her legs. 

   “Where are you taking me? What are you going to do to me?” she asks as panic sets in again, her voice shook a little while holding back tears. 

   “You’re a curious one… We’re taking you to one of the distributors at the Underground. You will be microchipped like every other citizen there. What will happen to you after will be up to the ones running the show. With a pretty face, slim waist and curves like yours, I’m confident that you’ll bring in enough to pay for what your family owes us and more once they find you a forever home,” he gives her a brief explanation of her impending fate while he rubs under her breasts, cupping her heavy melons, the advancement made her heart race and insides turn, “how does a small girl like you have such nice curves? You really are a work of art.”

   The driver had found a secluded area and the kidnapper blindfolds Vanessa. 

   “We can’t have you figure out where we’re taking you so these are for extra precautions in case you find your way back, however I doubt escape will ever be an option for you, and this is just for fun,” he tapes her mouth shut.

   Vanessa feels the vehicle go around in circles for about fifteen seconds so she would have no way of knowing where they were heading. 

(Jokes on them, my sense of direction is useless to begin with), she thinks to herself.

The rest of the ride felt like forever as the abductor helped himself to fondling and squeezing her soft breasts, occasionally circling his fingers just around her areolas without touching her nipples to wind her up, then going back to fondling. As much as Vanessa hated being violated, she couldn’t help feeling warm, tingly between her legs and the urge of having her nipples played with. It took everything in her to not moan out loud but her head started to spin and eventually gave in.

   “So much for you not wanting this… It seems as if you’re enjoying this a bit too much little girl,” he says, tracing his fingers down her figure to her soaking wet underwear, “oh what’s this? You want me to pet your wet lips? Don’t go too far ahead of me, it’s still a long ride and I like to savour a good meal.” He continues to massage her soft lips over the laces. Between the thin material and the pressure, it was enough to send her shivering and moaning, “oh baby girl… you haven’t been pleasured in a while have you,” he keeps up the pressured massage over her sensitive button while his other hand is now gently flicking and rubbing her swollen nipple, “you poor thing… you’re in for such a good time, I promise.” 

(My ex has never made me feel this way… How in the world is he making me feel so good… ), Van’s thoughts get lost in the overwhelming sensations building in her middle.

 His hand pushes her underwear out of the way to the side and begins to go up and down gently over her dripping slit. She’s too far gone, no longer knowing where she was, moaning and enjoying herself, hips bucking back and forth begging for his fingers to enter but he kept up the tease, building more tension. His hands then crawled up her chest and pinched both of her thick nipples, pulling forward, rewarding him with muffled screams.

“Mmmm you sound so perfectly helpless.”

He continues to hold her forward until she calmed down to a whimper before rolling her dark nubs between his fingers, crushing them slowly between his knuckles while under the pulling tension.

“Mmphh!” muffled screams could barely escape the gag with her sweet lips almost sealing any sound.

“Cry all you want sweetheart, but we both know you’re enjoying this as much as I am. This little kitten likes to be fondled and played with, doesn’t she?” he says, dipping his fingers into her soft, drenched slits.

 He lets go after a few more seconds and starts massaging her nipples inward, his fingertips dug into the base of her breasts. She whimpers quietly from the discomfort but grateful he’s no longer stretching them.

“There there… it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you too much. I’ll leave it to the handlers at the distributor and your new owner.”

(That wasn’t too much?!)

Her pose slumped defeated in her bounds as she ceased struggling, putting up a brave front has done no good. He stops digging his fingers in her tender breasts and moves on to rubbing them gently as to comfort her. Her panic subsided and subconsciously starts rocking her hips. His right hand slides down to her southern lips again and teases her clit by rubbing around it, her legs twitching, head spinning, lost in ecstasy, not knowing how to feel. There was nothing to do but to let her body take over. No one’s ever made her feel this way and put this much effort into pleasuring her. She feels his two fingers gently rubbing on top of her clit with firm pressure in a slow clockwise motion, occasionally dipping inside her wet hole. Her internal muscles begin tensing, pulsating at every circle he makes on her sensitive button which he noticed very well and took as a sign to rub just a little bit faster. If it wasn’t for her gag, she would be begging him to go faster but he was unrushed, slow cooking her impending climax.

Five minutes hadn’t passed since he switched tactics to pleasure her but her legs had already started twitching violently. 

(No no no no I can’t give in…), torn between wanting to cum but not wanting to give her kidnapper any satisfaction, she tries to mask her arousal as best as she could but soon realises nothing was up to her anymore. Somehow resisting the urge set fire to her craving. 

“You can’t help it, can you little girl. It’ll feel better when you let go.”

Every movement his fingers made heightened her senses, winding her up closer and closer to the edge.

He continues rubbing at his own pace and held her shivering body tight with the other arm as she rode out the biggest orgasm she has ever had moaning and screaming through the gag, her body writhes violently.

A few seconds later, her thoughts recollected, and her clit became unbearably sensitive as his fingers continued stimulating. 

(It’s too sensitive! Please stop!) Her thrashing body tried to communicate.

“There there… I know it’s very sensitive, sweetheart, but I want you to push through it.”

His finger tickled just under the hood of her clit, sending a firm pulse through her entire wishing bone, making her feet feel warm and tingly. His arm kept her held tight to prevent her from moving away from his finger rubbing at her swollen button. A minute of discomfort barely passed and her hips were bucking again from pleasure.

“Well done sweetie, ride the wave. You deserve to feel good.”

(Another one?) She involuntarily exploded into her second orgasm.

“Good girl, I knew you could do it,” he says, kissing the back of her neck while his experienced finger continues to torment her, forcing her to climax again and again.

The friction and pressure of his finger on her sensitive clit kept her head spinning and orgasms building inside her with a panic of overstimulation in between each climax.

(Please stop… I can’t do this anymore…) Sweat runs down her toned body, worn out from wave after wave of pleasure and torture.

“Baby girl, I didn’t think you had this much in you… you poor thing must be so bottled up.”

It seems as if any signs of suffering motivated the perpetrator to see how much more pain he could inflict. There was no point in struggling, but Vanessa couldn’t help her body from writhing in agony from stimulation overriding her most sensitive organ. There was no knowing of when the torment would end; she could only hope to catch a break once they reached their destination.

Finally after what felt like hours of torture, the van came to a stop.

“That was intense!” He removes her blindfold and gag, unties her from the seat, and leads her out with the ropes that are still holding her arms together.

The van was parked inside a large warehouse with many others dragging uncooperative, gorgeous individuals like herself to where they seemed to be assigned to go. Any form of retaliation was followed by screams from punishment to submit. Like the other goddess figures and pretty faces she observed, Vanessa was led into a room with an attractive beautician who greeted the abductor with a smile as she prepared her tray of equipment on the counter while he undressed the unwilling hostage.

“No, wait, stop!” she cries while whatever remains of her decency was stripped away from her sprawled body pinned to the ground by force.

“Shhh it’ll be okay.”

The beautician takes the clothes to put in the growing pile just outside and comes back to a secured Vanessa in a standing spread eagle frame at the centre of the room with no way to cover herself.

“It’s been a pleasure playing with you my dear. Unfortunately I have to attend to other urgent matters so I will leave you in Celine’s capable hands. Goodbye, beautiful,” the abductor gave Vanessa a forehead kiss and went on his way. Celine walked him out and locked the steel door.