She sat with her back turned to the door, paperwork scattered in organized chaos in front of her. Her music floated gently from her computer speakers, and she hummed along softly, occasionally reciting a chorus or two. She heard the door open but did not look behind her. It was the end of the day and people were always going in and out as the shifts changed. She saw a form walking past her desk and deeper into the office. She turned her head to look at a far piece of paper and all of a sudden her world went dark.
With a cry she tried to claw her way out of the rose scented hood, but a low grumbling voice laced with malice stunned her into silence.
"You lift that hood you slut and you'll regret it." Roughly large hands lifted her from her chair and pulled her towards the front door. She opened her mouth to scream and suddenly one of the hands was clasped over her mouth.
"None of that either you little bitch," he spat at her. "I really don't want to hit you, at least not here."
Fear thrilled through her and she complied in stunned silence as he ushered her down the ramp to a vehicle that she could hear idling. She felt cold metal on her wrists and heard the tell tale sound of handcuffs being tightened before she was thrust down onto fabric and a door slammed shut behind her.
Softly she began crying, the hood becoming increasingly wet. "Quite you cunt!" he growled at her from the front seat. "You think your tears will move me?"
Slowly her tears stopped and she was lulled by the motion of the vehicle into a half sleep, her awareness spiking as turns were made and she was forced to shift positions. Her state was not helped by the slow classical music that her captor was playing. She was finally close to drifting to a deeper sleep when the car violently stopped. She shrieked in fear.
"Didn't I tell you to be quiet!?" Her captor snarled, roughly lifting her over his shoulder, his hand lewdly sneaking up her skirt to grope her ass. "Such a beautiful ass. What I'd love to do with it," he said almost to himself as he walked.
She wriggled and yelped as his finger probed the gusset of her thong, which started to moisten under his touch. "Dirty slut getting wet aren't you?"