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(MM/f-teen, ped, rp, nc, 1st, bd) No sex in the first part... *** PART ONE Characters: Jennifer Chris Mark As she came to, the first thing she noticed was that she couldn't see and panic began to set in. Her wrists were bound behind her and there was a black burlap bag over her head. The floor beneath her rocked a little bit and she realized she was in the back of a moving vehicle. She opened her mouth to scream out but her mouth was also taped shut so all she managed was a muffled shriek. "Guess she's awake." "You think?" Two male voices from the front of the van. She struggled with her bonds and kept screaming into her gag, trying to remember how she got here. She recalled her birthday party the day before, going to school today and starting her walk home. Her name was Jennifer Furly and she had just turned thirteen years old. She was the middle of three children and her parents had decided that she was old enough to make walk from her middle school at the end of their rather urban street to home unsupervised. It just so happened that the first day that school let out that Chris Jenkins, twenty one year old, rich aristocratic son and closet sexual predator, was driving down the street with his friend of the same age, Mark Shaker, whom shared his interest in girls of the underage persuasion. A life of luxury and zero accountability left him to have a corrupt mind, if not also overly gentlemanly. In his own narcissistic way he considered himself a true gentleman, but also one who should be able to have anything his heart desired. After all, he figured, what on this planet doesn't have a price? In any case, they scoped out, watched, waited, and finally pounced on the girl. A quick sliding of the van door, grabbing the girl and knocking her out with some chloroform was almost as easy as they had seen in the movies. As far as they could assume it was a clean get- away. Christ was certain not to speed away or any such theatrical escape while Mark tied her up. As long as they played it safe, there would be no worries. --- She felt the vehicle come to a stop after what seemed like an eternity, and the two men shut off the van and exited. She hear the side door slide open and hands grabbed her roughly to pick her up. She wasn't so naive as to not guess what was in store for her. Her body was only just starting to through puberty and she'd had "the talk" with her parents. She wanted to scrape and cuss at them but her hands were still tied behind her back and she was still gagged. She fell hard on a softish mattress and the burlap bag was ripped off her head, the light of the room they were in blinder her for a minute. The first of the two men she saw was rather hunky. King of a Titanic-era Leonardo DiCaprio. Skinny, but toned with short blonde hair and bangs just long enough to be bothersome, and an infectious, if not overconfident, grin. She seemed to stare for a moment before looking at the other guy, also skinny but not as handsome, and a nose slightly too big for his face. Her panicky eyes shifted quickly between the two of them before the handsome one leaned forward to grab her attention, her body stiffening in response to his proximity. He spoke softly, the calming gentleman, "Hello. I'd like to welcome you to your new home. My name is Chris and this is my partner Mark. I'm sure you're wondering why you're here." He let that linger for a moment and smiled confidently, continue, "We're going to rape you. Now- shh shh." He tried to calm her as she panicked and again tried fighting against her bonds. This was quickly put to rest with a quick but vicious jab to the gut from Mark who stepped back as Jennifer keeled forward into Chris' arms. "Now listen, because this is very important. We try to be nice guys, but Mark here has a bit of a mean streak. I consider myself to be far more patient and considerate then him." He sat her up and held a hand to his chest "Make Chris happy.." he gestured to Mark "..makes Mark happy. Understand?" She coughed rather unsuccessfully behind the duct tape as she tried to get her diaphragm working again, but she nodded to Chris' question. Chris smiled at her cooperation and reached up to dig a nail under the duct tape, "I'm going to take this off, okay? Now if you scream, or shout, or try to get away," he pursed his lips as if only now considering a punishment, "we're gonna hafta kill you." Her reaction of eyes widening terror was simply priceless to him. Of course he wouldn't kill her, but for the sake of owning her for the foreseeable future, she didn't need to know that. She nodded vehemently and Chris unceremoniously ripped the duct tape off, to which she squeaked out a quiet "OW!" Stretching her lips to separate the leftover adhesive on her skin. She looked up to see Chris watching her with a smile, then at Mark who was also smiling, but differently. She could see that he wasn't smiling with his eyes like Chris was. She suddenly felt instinctively safer with Chris than with Mark and looked back to Chris so she wouldn't have to see Mark, "Why are you doing this? I just wanna go home. I won't tell anybody, promise!" Chris and Mark shared a look and grinned. "That isn't an option. Since you know what we look like and also our names, I'm afraid we're just going to have to keep you as a pet forever. Now don't look so sad. It won't be that bad. Just do what we say when we say it and I think you'll find it to be very enjoyable." He pet her hair gently and stood up, walking towards a flight of stairs that Jennifer only just noticed, "Be right back. Gotta take a piss." Her eyes widened again as she saw her safe zone leaving to go to the bathroom, looking up at Mark who was already staring down at her. Her bottom lip quivered wondering if she was going to even survive the next few minutes. As soon as Chris closed the door behind him Mark grabbed her hair roughly and jerked her head to look up at him "Don't scream!" he yelled into her face since she was about to do just that. "You listen here you little bitch. I'm gonna ask you some questions and I want quick and direct answers, got me?" She nodded quickly. "Are you a virgin?" Nod. "Have you ever sucked a dick before?" She just shook her head in the negative. "Ever been kissed?" Nod. "Touched?" She hesitated as to what he would constitute as touching so he demonstrated with a hand roughly grabbing her just-developing breast through her school uniform blouse. She wanted to shriek but forced herself to stay quiet and cried and whimpered as she nodded her head. "Yes? Well at least you're not completely innocent. Now listen, Chris thinks he's the real knight-in-shining- armor kind of guy so he's going to save you from your virginity. He and I are alike but different in a lot of ways too. He's nicer than me, for example." He pulled her head around by her hair to emphasize his point. Jennifer grunted with the pain but with great self-control remained quiet throughout. "I like hurting people and he likes helping people. Don't do what he says and you get to play with me, understand?" She nodded her head quickly and he let go of her hair just as Chris opened the door and locked it behind him before descending the stairs to approach them again. "So are we ready to begin? First things first. What's your name, Sweetie?" Jennifer swallowed hard and repositioned herself on the mattress, "My name? Uh, it's.. um, it's Jenny." Chris smiled genuinely, "That's a nice name. Pretty name for such a pretty girl." He moved to sit down on the mattress next to her and put a hand on her thin leg just above her knee. "So do you understand what we're going to be doing, Jenny?" Her bottom lip quivered, on the verge of tears, as she looked up at him and slowly nodded her head. She understood quite clearly how terrible and shocking her life would become in the foreseeable future. To be continued... Author's Note: This is my very first story and I wanted to provide a small teaser for it which is why I left the first part so open-ended. What happens in the story is still sort of up in the air but I know already how I wish to conclude it. If you want to see anything in particular happen, or have new story ideas that you wish to see me write, send an email to: Tiggs.Sara@gmail.com -------------------------------------------------------- This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. -------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 82