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Blankets - 6
by Tiggs (tiggs.sara@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. (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

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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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