("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Blankets - 6 by Tiggs (tiggs.sara@gmail.com) *** A young girl finds herself in a bad position when she is suddenly kidnapped in broad daylight just a few blocks from her home. The two high-class young men able to do with her and to her as they please. (M+/f, ped, rp, nc, oral, anal) *** Characters: Jennifer Chris Mark Jennifer immediately looked back down at the floor with wide eyes. Why did Mark have a knife? Was he going to murder her? Here in this basement? She didn't know exactly where this basement was either. Could they just kill her and dump her body out back with no one able to find her for months or years? Or throw her in an incinerator and dispose of her that way? She had no way of knowing. She felt Mark standing next to her and slowly turned her head to see his bare feet planted next to her. She felt the flat side of the blade of the butterfly knife under her chin and she whimpered as her face was directed up to look at him. Their eyes met and hers suddenly filled with tears, though nothing spilled yet. Mark's usual smirk was there though his eyes weren't smiling at all. She could see the fury churning just underneath the surface and she just knew that before the night was over she was either going to be dead..or wish she was. "What did I tell you about looking at me?" Her mouth opened to reply but only a croaking attempt to speak came out at first. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly very dry and then cleared her throat and tried again, "To... to not." Mark nodded and drew the flat side of the knife up along her cheek then slowly pulled it away from her head. He moved back and sat down on the nearby couch where just moments ago she was having a pleasant time playing a game with Chris. He rested his hands behind his head and gestured to his semi-erect cock, feeling like he didn't have to explain what he wanted. Jennifer looked down a few seconds after he took the knife away and only glanced up passingly to see what his orders were. She crawled closer to him and rested between his legs, bringing her arms up to grab hold of his member and guide it into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the head and she slid her tongue around it in circles to get him more excited and to also get her mouth to make more saliva. Mark rested the hand not holding the knife on the back of her head, not to force her to go faster or slower, but simply to give himself the feeling that he was in control of her actions. It wasn't long before he was at full mast and she paused to try and get the same feeling as she had last night. She swallowed and took him a little deeper. Jennifer swallowed again and plunged her throat down on his rod until her nose buried into his pubic hair. She felt a small measure of pride as she heard Mark gasp and moan out in pleasure, "Oooh shit girl. You do that so much better th-." He coughed and she had the feeling it was fake to stop himself from saying anything more, but whatever. She knew Mark wasn't the one to get into it with. He was being pleasured and not pissed off, so she at least was doing good for now. Better than how she thought things were going to go when she saw the knife. Mark could feel the head beginning to get more sensitive to he pushed her head off of him and got to his feet. He roughly grabbed her hair and threw her onto the couch with her knees still on the floor. She wanted to scream when he did but forced herself to stifle it so it wouldn't upset him, so she took the action stoically. She felt his hands on her waist and that her buttcheeks were spread wide open. Then she heard him spit and felt it splatter all over her tight hole, "Since Chris already opened you up for me, I guess I don't have to be so gentle now, do I?" She tensed up at first but remembered her lessons with Chris and inhaled deeply, forcing herself to relax as much as possible. She knew this was coming eventually and she knew that he wasn't going to be gentle about it. Jennifer was waiting for him to start raping her but he wasn't moving and flinched when he smacked her on the back of her head. "DO I?!" "No, sir!" She had replied how she felt he would have wanted to be called which surprised Mark only a little. He smirked and guided the wet tip to her puckered hole and, with the hand holding the knife on her waist and the other one on her shoulder to pull her into him, forced himself as deep as he could go in a single thrust. As a good four inches of his dick slid into her incredibly tight ass, he moved the hand on the waist up and held the knife to her throat. Her reaction was to tense up at the pain and since that did nothing to stop the intrusion of her anal passage she screamed out at the top of her lungs. She inhaled when she ran out of breath to scream again and tried twisting and turning to get away from him, "It hurts! It hurts so bad!! Take it oouuuut!!-" She was immediately still and quieted when she felt the knife to her throat. "There you go. You need to stop fighting me." She felt him flex just before shoving more of himself into her to which she groaned out a whispered whimper, tears now flowing freely. Mark moaned as he bottomed out inside of her and chuckled, smacking her ass again, "Hot damn girl." She wanted to scream as he pulled out of her completely and she heard him spit again. She really didn't want to see, but she had to. Her head turned to looked behind her and she saw his dick at full erection with a little bit of blood on it even. 'Good God that hurt so much," she thought to herself. Stupid her for thinking it was over. She gasped as Mark held her down with his arm again and angled his ramrod back to her tight asshole, nudging the head in before shoving the whole cock in there to the root. There was no foreplay. There was minimal lube. Whatever part of her brain that felt pain must have shut down because she was suddenly light headed and calm. She almost felt like she was looking down at Mark plowing into another young girl from behind, but she knew that it was herself, grunting with each slap of his hips to her ass cheeks. - - - Chris stepped out of the shower with a white towel wrapped around his waist. It was late at night so his parents would be asleep. He sat down on his bed with a deep sigh, contemplating what was happening. Neither of the other girls had affected him this way, and here he was practically falling in love with her. He looked up at the small T.V. that was turned off. It was the camera feeds to the basement. He knew he shouldn't look, because it would surely just upset him. He laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. ... "Fuck it." He got up and turned the T.V. on. It was an old tube so it took a minute for the screen to light up with static before tuning in to the cameras. His eyes narrowed and his face scrunched up in anger. He knew the whole point of kidnapping her was to fuck her and/or do whatever they wanted with her, but that level of physical force was unnecessary. It was dangerous, actually. If he damaged her enough to require a trip to the hospital, she'd end up..just like the others. He shook his head and put a pair of boxers on before leaving his bedroom in a hurry. - - - Jennifer was now looking up at Mark on her back, his rock hard cock ramming in and out of her pussy. She was silently crying at her helplessness. Mark was holding her hands above her with only one of his and the other had the knife held against her throat. She was so afraid that he'd just cut her open and not stop until he came inside her dead body. That thought was one of the reasons that she was gaining no pleasure from this. Even after a while it felt good with Chris, and she supposed she was still sore as she only lost her virginity like five or six hours ago, but he was being too rough and scaring the daylights out of her. Mark just focused on her face as he grunted with each thrust into her. He could tell she wouldn't cum from this and that was fine with him. He just wanted to get his rocks off and scare her a little more. Perhaps he was a little too focused. He suddenly felt someone else beside him and glanced to see Chris in just a pair of boxers. He didn't slow down, "What are you back for? You wanna double team her already? We normally save that for-." He stopped as he felt a heavy metallic object pressed against his head. Mark slowly pulled out of Jennifer who was looking up at Chris, wiping the tears from her eyes to get a less blurry view of things. Chris had a small handgun up against Mark's head. She felt Mark stop and pull out of her so she crawled backwards to get out from under Mark and moved away, trying to stifle any more tears. Mark didn't drop the knife but didn't move either, obvious distress in his voice, "What are you doin', man?" "Shut up. Drop the knife." Mark still didn't drop the knife and slowly moved away from Chris so he could get a look at him. Chris was holding what Mark recognized as the handgun Chris' dad kept in one of the offices upstairs in case a robber broke into the house. Mark also had a little more experience around guns than Chris did, "Why are you doing this? You agreed I had her during the night, right? And that I could do whatever I wanted t- "SHUT..The fuck..up, Mark. Put down the knife." Mark's eyes narrowed as he glared at Chris, "She's not worth it, man. She's just one more notch on our belts, right?" "I swear to God. If you don't shut your dumbass face, I'm going to blow a hole through it." Mark was quiet for a second and sighed, "I'd really like to see you try." Jennifer was standing near the door to the bathroom watching and listening and what happened next was almost too fast for her to understand. She heard Chris try to fire but it just clicked and Mark almost instantly swung his non-knife-wielding hand to smack the gun away and then thrust the knife forward aimed at Chris' gut. Chris couldn't believe it. How could he have been so forgetful? It was almost comical in his own mind, but Mark slapped the gun out of his hand and it went flying across the room. He back peddled away from the knife jab and bull rushed Mark, trying to grab Mark's wrist that had the knife to aim it away from him. Chris grabbed Mark's wrist and through the struggle of where to aim it, Chris decided to slam his forehead into Mark's face. They both broke away yelling from their pain. "aaAOOOWWW MOTHER FUCKER!" "Agh shit that hurt." Chris was the first to recover and saw that Mark's nose was clearly broken. He went for the knife again and wrestled it out of Mark's hands and it fell on the floor. Whether or not Mark was considered the better fighter between the two of them, Mark wanted the weapon and went for it. Mark dove for the knife on the floor just in time for Chris' foot to meet his ribcage. As Chris was barefoot, it might have hurt Chris more than it did Mark, but the thug still had the wind kicked out of him. Mark was shoved aside as he coughed to fill his lungs and opened his eyes just in time to see Chris driving the knife down and it sank into and through his sternum all the way to the hilt. The movies they had always seen made it seem like Mark was injured and then he'd just not get back up and die, but reality was far more cruel and painful. Both had expected the fight to be over and won but then Mark's entire chest was seared with the stabbing, piercing pain and he shouted out as loud as he could. It scared Chris half to death himself and quickly pulled the knife out and shoved it down into Mark's chest until Mark stopped breathing. It took longer than one might think. The gasping, then the choking gagging noises and the blood spewing from his mouth. It was disgusting to witness and once it was over he moved off of Mark, with the knife still in his friend's chest, and doubled over, vomiting all over the floor. He spit to try and get the taste out of his mouth. He was breathing heavily and he moved to roll over onto his back but saw Jennifer slowly moving towards him. He looked up at her with a sad face that instantly became alarmed. She was pointing the gun at him. She had never held a gun before, but there was a small button pointing towards a bold 'SAFE' and she flicked it towards 'FIRE' before watching Chris finish Mark off and recover. She was scared. What should she do? There was no doubt that between the two of them Chris was infinitely nicer than Mark. There was no contest there, but the two of them still kidnapped her with the intention of raping her. In fact, he took the first turn. Chris slowly held a hand up, "Now..I know that's the least that I deserve..but..Jennifer, you've got to believe me..when I say..that I..fell in l-." BANG The recoil of the gun firing was a surprising leap in her inefficient way of holding the gun itself and her weak arms. It scared her and she dropped the gun but she never broke eye contact with Chris as a small hole formed in his forehead and the floor and wall behind him was painted with a splatter of red. The sound wasn't as bad as she had imagined, but also three of the four walls had sound absorbing material on it. She froze in place as Chris dropped to the floor like a bag of rocks, the back of his head, eyes, nose and mouth bleeding profusely. She looked across to Mark who was still and not breathing, then at Chris who was most definitely also dead. She suddenly found her feet and bolted for the staircase, taking two at a time and burst through the door straight into the arms of some unknown man. She screamed and so did he, preparing to swing a bat but stopped when he realized it was just a little girl. A naked little girl. "What the fuck?" - - - So she learned that the basement she was in was the house of Chris' parents. If she had left the room that morning before Chris brought her breakfast there was a good chance she'd have ran into them. She was sitting on the back of an ambulance with a cloak wrapped around her naked frame. The police were very happy to hear that she practically solved the case of her disappearance for them as they had almost nothing to go on. They had just gotten done questioning neighbors when the call came in that she was found. The man she came to learn was Chris' father seemed to know better than to check the basement. He'd told the police he heard a gunshot and went to investigate. The fact that the subject of the newest missing persons case bumped into him running out of his basement after hearing a gunshot told him enough. She watched the two body bags being carried out of the house on stretchers and taken away in ambulances as she was tended to by an EMT. Her parents pulled up in a single car and ran to hug her. They were told which hospital that they were taking her to and then she was away. - - - It took almost a year to get back into a life that was similar to what she had before. Therapy and constant contact with friends and loved ones brought her back around and she eventually learned to smile and laugh like she used to. Her parents had wanted to sue Chris' and Mark's parents for their sons' action but Chris' parents settled things out of court. After all, it was their son's fault. The recordings and irrefutable evidence saw to that. The End Author's Note: This concludes the very first story I've ever written. So far the feedback has been outstanding which really surprised me. I wouldn't exactly call this a stroke story, but I never meant it to be. It was just a story that happened to have sex in it. If you feel like letting me know what you think of my story and/or my ability to write, I would greatly appreciate any and all feedback. Please send an email to Tiggs.Sara@gmail.com and I'll try to respond as soon as I can. Thank you <3 -------------------------------------------------------- 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