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Blankets - 1
by Tiggs (tiggs.sara@gmail.com)
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A young girl finds herself in a bad situation when she
is suddenly kidnapped in broad daylight, just a few
blocks from her home. The two high-class young men are
able to do with her and to her, anything they please.
(MM/f-teen, ped, rp, nc, 1st, bd)
No sex in the first part...
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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.
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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
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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.
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