ALL CHARACTERS (MALE AND FEMALE) WITHIN THIS STORY ARE OLDER THAN 18!
"I DON'T WANT TO GO TO THIS SCHOOL!"
"Don't raise your voice at me, young lady! This is the cheapest school that I will allow to teach my daughter."
The conversation replayed in 19-year-old Chastity's mind over and over. Her skin-flint father was sending her to the cheapest private school in the state. This school was cheap in all the worst ways. The textbooks never matched the subject the crabby, deaf as hell instructors were "teaching", most of the male staff members were total creeps to the female students and the campus security was less than satisfying.
Walking down the street to the crosswalk, the redhead pulled down her red plaid skirt, as the breeze was making it fly upward. Not only did her father refuse to send her to an adequate school, he refuses to get her a bigger size uniform because it was "too expensive"; even though he was the 3rd richest man in the entire country. He wouldn't even let her have a cell phone!
So now, not only was her skirt too short for regulations (nearly showing her crisp, white panties every time she took a step) but her white dress shirt was too tight in the chest area, making her G-cup tits stand out against the other girls' chests. She never even wore a bra because she could never find the right size and they were so uncomfortable. It didn't matter anyway, the female students never did P.E. and many of the girls there went without bras as well. It certainly made finder dates easier, too.
Waiting for the pedestrian light to turn green on the nearly deserted road at 7:30 in the am, she didn't notice the windowless, white panel van that was creeping up behind her. She allows obeyed the rules when she saw fit, and she didn't want to be run over because she was too careless.
She began crossing the walkway, when suddenly the white panel van sped past her and stopped a few feet away from her. The wind that rushed by caused her skirt to lift up towards the front, showing off her panties to however was looking at her through the side mirror.
"Watch it, you jac-!" She never finished her cursing as the back doors of the van opened and two bulky men in masks ran at her. They both grabbed her, one of them holding his black-gloved hand over her mouth to silence her now panicked screaming. The other one pulled her arms behind her back, with no problem keeping them straight as he slid them into a single sleeve like object, before buckling it, keeping her arms trapped behind her back and rendering them useless. It also resulted in her forcing her large chest out, almost as if they were begging for someone to grope them.
Meanwhile, the gloved hand was removed from her mouth and a large red ball on two leather straps was pushed between her full, open lips, pushing her tongue down and muffling her shouts. "MMMMMM!"
She was then pulled into the back of the van, one of the thugs holding her down against the metal floor while his buddy closed and locked the doors behind them. The van proceeded to speed along the road, taking the little rich girl to an unknown destination. Her breasts provided a sort of cushion for the rest of her upper body, smushed between her weight and dense floor. Her ankles were then tied together with soft cotton rope by the thug who closed the doors. Her skirt had ridden up, clearly showing her panties to her takers.
"This went better than expected." The masked driver commented, probably smirking behind his mask.
"The little cock tease didn't have any body guards like the others did, I didn't plan on this being so easy." The one that closed the doors replied to the driver.
Of course, she didn't have any bodyguards. Her negligent father didn't want to "pay for some random men to stand near you all day and do nothing." Now look at where her father's cheap ass got his daughter: bound and ballgagged in BDSM attire in a kidnapper's van going who knows where.
Actually, Chastity wasn't afraid in the slightest. She was, in fact, extremely turned on. She shivered at the memory of them manhandling her, how their strong muscles were now sweating from their speed of her capture. She was not an innocent virgin, and had even done bondage sex with some of the other boys from school before, but it never provided a lasting thrill. She didn't even care if her captors could see her smile forming around the ballgag (however, impossible it was to do). The horny little captive even loved how the obvious leader of the group referred to her as a "cock tease".
"Blindfold her, B!" The leader demanded.
"Right, A." Mr. 'B' took her school tie from her neck and tied it around Chastity's blue eyes, leaving her in total darkness with the anticipation building up with what they were going to do to her next.
Footsteps walked by her, before stopping right in front of her. She felt two hands flip her onto her back, her breasts jiggling and rocking with the motion of the vehicle. One of the hands cupped her right breast, making her moan sensually and slightly arch her back. "Mmmm."
"Don't worry, princess." Mr. 'A''s, the leader, voice came into her ear, his hot breath melting against her neck. "Once we have your daddy's money, we'll leave you in peace. Just be a good girl and we won't have to get...physical."
Through her now sweat-soaked shirt, making it almost see through, he twisted her nipple and she shrieked through the ballgag in a mixture of pain and arousal. "Mmmmph!"
"Wow, no bra for these huge tits of yours?" He grasped the other breast as well, fondling and generally just playing with them both. His thumbs gliding over her erect nipples, making them ripe for potential clamps. "You really are a cock tease."
"Mmmm. Mmmmmmph." She moaned as he released her tits, hearing his footsteps move away from her as he hopped into one of the individual back seats. Chastity's panties were so wet, she was in complete ecstasy. If only he could make her cum, but she doubted he would let her without some incentive.
"Let's pick up the pace, C." Mr. A demanded, making the driver pick up more speed.
During the somewhat half-an-hour drive, Chastity wiggled and rolled around in her bonds. To the captors, it must've looked like she was testing her bonds because she could hear them chuckle at her struggles, but in reality she was enjoying them. She had never experienced an armbinder before; her arms were forced straight behind her, the leather hugging her pale arms just right. She could still bend them, but they would still be useless. Did she also mention that it forced out her tits?
Eventually the vehicle stopped moving all together and she heard Mr. C put the gear in park. The driver's door opened, along with the back doors after the other two captors got past her and were now behind them.
"Should we keep this one in the guest room this time?" Mr. B asked. They were discussing where to keep her.
"Nah." Replied Mr. A. "Let's use the basement. I had it redone for our future money-tickets to keep them down there. Plus, I've got some toys that I want to try out."
'Toys?'
"Alright. Get her down there, I'll go hide the van in the usual spot." Mr. C said.
She was suddenly pulled out by her legs and made to sit on the edge of the car. Her ankles were untied, but she then felt the rope being loosely wound around her neck, like a leash.
"Alright, cock tease," Mr. A grabbed her chin and and gently made her look at his direction with her blindfold still on. "My friend is going to lead you inside and I'll follow right behind you. Don't try any tricks, cause we're keeping the blindfold on until we get down to the basement. Am I clear?"
Chastity nodded. "Mm-hm."
A pull on the makeshift leash signaled for her to hop out of the van. The mid-morning sun immediately warmed her skin, contrasting to the coldness in the van. It was windy, as she felt her skirt rising up and showing her captors her wet panties. This just made her feel more naughty and more turned on.
"Damn, you're wet as fuck." Mr. A laughed, spanking her ass and watching it jiggle.
