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Blankets - 2
by Tiggs (sara.tiggs@gmail.com)

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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. (MM/f-teen, ped, rp, 
nc, 1st)

***

Characters:
Jennifer
Chris
Mark

Jennifer's eyes looked down at the hand on her knee. 
Chris wasn't moving it up or down, but the last digit on 
his middle finger was wiggling tiny circles in her skin 
right above her knee. It sort of tickled, but she didn't 
dare move. Chris lifted his hand off the girl's leg and 
held up her wrists by the bindings, looking at Mark. As 
though asking a silent question, Mark responded, "Did 
you lock it?"

"Yes."

"Then go for it."

Chris grinned and untied the young girl's hands, letting 
her go and getting back to his feet. "There you go. That 
should show you how much we're trusting you to be good. 
No running, no screaming, no fighting us and definitely 
no trying to get away. If you disobey us on any of those 
fronts, Mark gets to play with you without my 
supervision."

Jennifer pushed the ropes off the mattress and scooted 
away from them closer to the middle. She wasn't bound, 
blindfolded, or gagged anymore and could move as she 
wanted, but where? She looked around, ignoring most of 
what Chris was saying. She knew not to try anything 
stupid. She wasn't an idiot, but she had to learn of her 
surroundings.

It felt odd to her that she was only just now noticing 
most of this stuff. This appeared to be a basement or 
something. Three walls were all fuzzy and dark red, 
covered in what she could tell even from a distance was 
probably soft and comfortable to the touch; probably 
felt or polyester. The other wall was cement which took 
away from the whole aesthetic value of the fuzzy 
redness. On the wall in front of her was a set of dark 
cedar wooden stairs leading up to a heavy looking 
equally dark cedar door that had a deadbolt.

She was sitting on a clean mattress but next to it was a 
recliner and a not-so-fashionable three-seater couch 
that had a red/tan/dark green/tan/red coordinated 
pattern. On one of the red walls was a feint outline of 
another door that she would have missed if there wasn't 
a handle there, but it was closed so she didn't know 
what was behind it. 
She looked up and around, the only light switch in the 
room to the three rows of incandescent lights with 
filters covering them looked down on them. On the 
concrete wall was a very tiny window leading 
to..blackness. She couldn't see outside but it was a set 
of three glass panes high on the wall, which in her mind 
confirmed that they were in a basement. She finally 
looked back up the two.

Chris and Mark just stood there watching her taking 
things in. They could see the gears working in her head. 
Chris grinned because he thought it was adorable. Mark 
smirked because he could tell she was trying to find a 
way to escape, which meant he would have fun with her 
without Chris being there to stop him.

She cleared her throat, trying to be brave and came up 
with a way to have time to think, "Uhm... I... may I 
please go to the bathroom?" Chris' grin spread at how 
absolutely adorable she was and pointed to the 
previously mysterious door on the wall.

"If you need to go, use that restroom. The ones upstairs 
are..obviously out of the question."

Jennifer looked at the door handle and nodded, looking 
back up at them and attempted to rise to her feet but 
head spun and her legs refused to hold her up and she 
leaned back onto the mattress. Fortunately Chris was 
there to help lift her up and lead her to the door. She 
closed it behind her perhaps a little too quickly and 
was dismayed to find no lock on the door. 

It was a rather nice bathroom though. Clean with plenty 
of toilet paper, a walk-in sunken shower that she 
supposed could also be used as a Jacuzzi or something, 
though it looked to only fit one or two people at a 
time. There was also a mirror with a vanity, in its 
drawers were toiletries for, allegedly, her. Tampons and 
maxi pads of various sizes. This was a relief as much as 
it was a sign for panic.

Just how long were they planning on keeping her here? 
And the more important question that she keeps having to 
push back down to prevent having a panic attack, what 
was their end-game plan? She already knew that she was 
very probably going to be raped. Mark had already made 
that part crystal clear. 

What she didn't like was that they were afraid to let 
her out of the basement. Were they in a populated area? 
They looked young but she supposed they could own this 
place on their own. That would probably mean they'd have 
jobs that would leave her for several hours unattended. 
She could only hope.

A loud *BANG BANG* on the door nearly made her jump out 
of her skin, Mark's voice coming in through the door, "I 
don't hear anything hitting that water." So she pulled 
her panties down, sat on the toilet, and squeezed her 
muscles to force something out. She was soon done and, 
reaching behind her to feel for a handle, felt nothing. 
She twisted at the waist to find a pad with a few 
buttons with no picture for indication of their purpose. 
She pushed the first one of a small jet of water hit her 
mons, making her jump with an "AH!" 

It surprised her and she grimaced that her pussy was all 
wet with toilet water. She set the pad aside and got up, 
handling a wad of toilet paper and wiping herself 
enough. She still didn't know which of the buttons 
actually flushed the toilet though. Whatever. She pulled 
her panties back up and washed her hands, exiting the 
bathroom.

Chris and Mark was sitting on the ugly couch with a 
space in between them, wearing their grin and smirk 
respectively. Chris patted the open space and Jennifer 
felt like she shrank in place, making the smallest of 
steps over to them and smoothed her school's skirt under 
her before sitting down.

Chris started with an arm around her shoulder, his arm 
being long enough to bend his elbow on the other side of 
her neck so his forearm hung just over her breasts, but 
also too long for his hand to reach it comfortably for 
him. "So, Jennifer, this is how things are going to 
work. Or at least, this is how I'd like them to work. 
You will be having sex with the two of us. I don't enjoy 
hurting people or things like Mark does, so I'll be 
going first."

She flinched as his arm went around her and kept her 
eyes of the floor as she listened to him. He was being 
rather blunt about it and while some part of her had 
accepted what was about to happen, the other part was 
still scared out of her mind. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because we like to have sex..." He didn't hesitate to 
answer, "..now listen closely, because this is important 
for you to know. I'm not going to just rip your clothes 
off and... fuck your brains out. You're probably bone 
dry and a guy can't just push into that. Shit hurts." He 
picked up a can of mountain dew that she hadn't seen 
before off of a side table and took a drink before 
setting it back down.

Mark shifted and Jennifer looked up at him first, though 
regretted it almost instantly. She could see the lust 
behind his violent brown eyes, controlled only by Chris' 
presence she assumed. She quickly looked back at the 
floor "So..what does that mean?"

Chris grinned to himself. At least she was trying to 
participate. That was a good sign for him, "Well, first 
things first. We're going to take turns getting naked. 
You're probably not too experienced so we're going to 
explore each other first. Then we're going to have a 
little fun with some foreplay. Then when I think you're 
ready, I will take your virginity." He felt Jennifer hug 
herself and tense up so he shifted so his arm wasn't 
around her and rubbed her back softly.

Jennifer was on the verge of a panic attack, but a small 
voice in the back of her mind kept trying to convince 
her it wasn't going to be all that bad. Chris gently 
took her chin in his other hand and turned her head to 
face him. Their eyes locked and he smiled. He was rather 
handsome and she forced herself to focus on his face and 
try to think of nothing else.

"I want you to listen very carefully.." her eyes locked 
onto his lips. "...this will be as pleasurable as you 
allow it. This is going to happen... whether or not you 
want it to right now, so why fight it? Enjoy the 
experience. This might sound unfair, given the 
circumstances, but not a lot of girls are lucky enough 
to have a good first time, and I take pride in my 
abilities to please."

This was unfair. Everything about it was unfair. She 
felt her eyes watering as she looked up into his pretty 
blues "Then..then please just let me go."

Mark stifled a snort at her pun and Chris just smiled at 
her cuteness, "I don't like to repeat myself, and since 
this is only our first day here, I'll let it slide, but 
that's simply just not going to happen, Jennifer. Now if 
you make me say that again, you will be punished. 
Remember that there is a bad side to every good one, and 
Mark's is a lot worst then mine."

Chris looked her face over, noting her eyes noticing 
this, "I'm going to kiss you now. We'll start slow, 
okay?" She nodded and he leaned forward, pressing his 
lips against her. They both felt how soft the other's 
were which surprised Jennifer. Chris pulled away and he 
smiled, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Jennifer touched her lips with her fingertips and looked 
back up at Chris, shaking her head slightly.

"Good. Did you like it?"

She wasn't quite sure how she felt about it. It wasn't 
her first kiss, but she sort of got the feeling she 
wasn't the first girl Chris has done this to, and it was 
easier for him, or perhaps required for him, to assume 
the girl was as innocent as an angel. She shrugged her 
shoulder to his question, not knowing how to answer it. 
Chris shrugged back, leaning in for another kiss.

Their lips touched again, Chris' hands moving to embrace 
the young girl. His hands went around to the middle of 
her back then went different directions, one hand going 
up into her hair and the other inching down just above 
her butt cheeks. Jennifer tensed up again but just 
focused her mind on what he said earlier about trying to 
enjoy it. Her lips didn't move and just let Chris' lips 
have his way with hers.

Chris moved his head back to look down into her eyes, 
"You need to start kissing me back."

Jennifer closed her eyes, focusing on trying to obey. He 
had laid down some very straight-forward rules. Obey at 
all costs and try to have fun doing it. If he wasn't 
forcing himself into this situation, she might. She felt 
Chris lean back in an she pursed her lips. She felt his 
tongue slide out of his mouth and brush against her lips 
so she opened her mouth letting him in.

Chris felt this reciprocation and the hand on her lower 
back slid down and under the waistband of the skirt, 
pulling the shirt up to un-tuck it so that his hand was 
touching her bare skin.

Mark sat on his side of the couch watching the two. He 
could feel his dick begin to harden as he figured she 
was starting to return the kiss since Chris didn't say 
anything about it again. He shifted his position so he 
could move the direction it was facing as it was growing 
to be uncomfortable how it was.

After a minute or two of french-kissing the young girl, 
Chris pulled away and let her go from his grasp. 
Jennifer exhaled and her breathing was ragged, her mouth 
hanging open. It was a sexy sight from where Chris was 
sitting, but things were about to get much hotter, 
"Okay..so here's how we're going to do it. I pick a 
piece of clothing and you take it off. Then you pick a 
piece of clothing and I take it off. We'll do that until 
we're both naked then the real fun starts."



To be continued...

Author Note: 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. Any and 
all feedback is highly appreciated, even if it's 
negative or critical.

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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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