There was an undeniable chill in the air. It was dusk, as most of these dark and terrible tales seem to start off at. It was still nice, as the clouds rolled over the moon. Penny always liked clouds. Still, the way they covered up the moon, the pitch black of the night, it was off putting. Buying those jeans with the rips in them was definitely a mistake as she walked down her long driveway towards the mailbox. It was one of those wintry nights, but she had forgotten to get the mail, and chances are a bill was due. Bills were always due.
Her tank top was bunched at her stomach as she pulled it down self-consciously. Penny had an average build and regular, twenty-nine year old breasts that now spilled out of the black thing. Finding a medium as she opened the mail box, she heard a car whizzing quickly down the street. Getting out of the way, she noticed the headlights on their brightest setting. It looked like a black van with no windows. Creeps, Penny thought.
As she bundled up her mail in her very capable hands the car sped past her again and she heard the screeching of the brakes as the vehicle slid to a stop. Immediately multiple hands clasped around her waist, shoulders, and arms. The last she saw of the outside world was the mail, fluttering to the ground. A pitiful scream escaped her lips and a hand firmed itself over her mouth. She noticed the long claws of fingernails. The van was dark save for the lights coming from the speedometer and the glowing of red, hot eyes on her. Using her technique from years of meditation classes, she evened her breathing and lowered her heartbeat, no matter how scared she was.
They must've assumed she was asleep and began to speak quietly. "She's asleep." The one holding her said. He had a dark masculine voice, and she could feel him pressing against her as she lay relaxed on his chest as he sat against a wall. "I want to taste her now." He moaned. It sounded pretty hot to her, actually, but she was far too well trained to let her heartbeat rise even a little.
"All good to those who wait." A sultry voice admonished, she was a sexy female kidnapper. She seemed to sit next to him. Penny felt her sharp nail trail from her delicate cheek down to her neck, over the curve over her rising and falling breasts and stopped around her thigh and pelvic area. "Though, I can certainly see why you would be so impatient. She's quite the girl to eat."
Kidnapped. It was something women fantasized about. Not Penny. If anything, this was the exact opposite of what she wanted. They were talking about sex! She had had sex, she had had kinky sex, and she had had tied-up-fuck-me sex. And she didn't like it. Plain sex was tops for her. Everything else was for perverts and whores. She wasn't a whore. Though she hadn't made love, because that's what sex was to her, love that is, in a long time she was certainly achy for it. Touching herself was enough for now, she supposed, though it seemed like she wouldn't have to be masturbating to get sexually stimulated. They were all horny, it seemed. There were five of them. Three females, two males. One driving, one in the passenger seat, and three in the back.
Penny must've fallen asleep. When she woke, she was slung up over the same guy's shoulder that she had nuzzled up to in her sleep. "Put me down!" She wailed at him, her fists pounding against the thin sweater on his back, "Put. Me. Down." This went on for a few minutes. 'Put me down' seemed to be the only three words that came out of her mouth, with occasional swearing. Very, very colorful swearing.
"Geez, Draco, put a muzzle on her." The sultry girl was walking ahead of them.
She learned six words and growled, "You will not put a muzzle on me!"
The one they called Draco answered other kidnapper. "I could. I think I'll just spank her instead." His left hand flew to her ass and she heard a noticeable smacking sound against her jeans.
The kidnapped girl gasped, "You did not just do that."
"More where that came from if you don't keep quiet. If the wolves hear us because of you you're dead meat." A dark voice promised, who she recognized as Vladimir, his voice was a normal voice, not deep and sexy, just normal.
Scared into silence, tears began to drip down her eyes, her sobs were obvious made with her sniffles and choking on her own tears. It was cold, and she shivered involuntarily. "Cold, young one?" Draco murmured with amusement in his voice. They must've been walking for over an hour.
Penny scowled, "No shit, Sherlock." She yelped as her cheeks were slapped, which was kind of warming. "Well I'm freezing. Couldn't you have kidnapped me during the day when the sun was out?" Virginia would still have been cold in the daylight, but it would've been slightly more tolerable.
He chuckled, "I thought my wearing the sweater would help."
"Dick."
"You'll meet that soon enough. We're almost there, young one, be patient."
An idea flashed into her mind, despite thoughts of his member. "I can walk. I'm sure I'm heavy on your shoulder. Bad for your back."
Draco asked around sarcastically, "Do you guys think it's a good idea to let this one walk?"
"Yes." One of the girls chimed, "Of course, if she runs away we can always chase her. She's yours. Make the decision."
Suddenly Penny felt herself being placed on the ground. Feeling her feet on the ground was amazing. "Thanks." She muttered and began to walk.
"Wait." He stopped her. She turned and stifled a gasp. He was topless, and his woolen sweater was bundled up in his hands. Draco was glorious. He was fairly muscled, of course not crazy, but he did have a six-pack. His pallor was incredibly white as the moon. "Put this on." He added quickly with a smirk on his hot lips, "for the cold."
She looked down at the sweater in shock. "Thank you." Penny shrugged it over her shoulders, but the inside was cold for some reason. Still, it shielded.
"Can we get moving?" Vladimir growled, practically in her ear. "It's getting late."
