This story is a work of fiction which contains strong elements of great humiliation, non-consent and abuse. Please do not read any further if any of these elements bother you. Such acts should never be done in real life.
The sun is brightly shining overhead as I walk home from my late morning classes. My name is Catrina, and I am 19 years old. I live with my parents as I go to college. Thankfully my college is in town (downtown), so I can take the bus to get there everyday. Well, almost everyday. When I am late or just don't feel like taking the bus, I drive.
I've lived in this town for about 5 years, ever since we moved here for Daddy's company. You see, he owns his own business, as does my Mother. Truth be told, both of them are quite well off, but we don't like to show it. We have no fancy cars or a big house. We live as any middle-class family would as buying stuff you don't need always ends to heartache, which I fully believe. In fact, I think my family gives more to charity than we spend ourselves.
As I walk, I'm aware of a car or maybe it's a truck behind me, quite a ways. It turned on this street a while ago and just stays there. I get the feeling that whomever is inside is actually watching me, as creepy as that is. I would dare to say that it's a friend playing a prank, but to be honest, I really don't have any friends here. I've always been rather shy, ok, VERY shy, and because of it I don't have many friends in this town. I mean, I have a few, but I rarely get to hang out with them, and they wouldn't do any prank like this.
I decide to walk a bit faster as I'm still a good half-mile from home as my house is 3 streets down. I begin to be aware of how much trouble I could be in. The street I am currently on is the very back street of this new neighborhood as I walk through the woods to cut the time from the bus stop in half. Only a few of the houses have people living in them. The rest are either for sale or haven't been built yet. If something was to happen on this street...I don't think anyone would see it.
Suddenly I hear the roar of a motor as the vehicle drives forward. About 5 seconds later, an old, beat up blue van drives past me as I walk on the sidewalk. Looking at the van I know it spells trouble because in any movie where there's a kidnapper's van, it looks just like that one. It drives right past me but then stops about 20 feet ahead. To this I stop.
Oh dear. This isn't good. Do I keep walking? Or turn around and go back? I mean, it's obvious that van's for me. This is a dangerous moment, so I need to think it through.
I decide to keep walking, determined on getting to a more populated street where it'll be safer. The next street isn't that far ahead, I mean, maybe a block or so. So I put my head down to not look at the van as I walk, thinking that if I pretend it's not there, nothing will happen.
After I take maybe 3 steps, I hear a car door open. Unable to help it, I look up to see a man stepping out of the van. A man that is looking directly at me. He has combed white hair and looks to be in his late 50's. He looks groomed, but not overly so. The thing that stands out is that he gives off a very distinct criminal vibe, like he's been in jail before and doesn't mind breaking the law if needed.
"Hello girl, or should I say....
Catrina
," he calls out as he stands looking at me. Hearing him say my name makes me pause as I wasn't expecting this at all. How in the hell does he know my name? Who is he?
Now that the shock of him knowing my name passes, I resume my walk, thinking that nothing good can come from the man. As I walk, he begins to walk towards the sidewalk up ahead. I walk fast as I pick up my pace, hoping to make it past him before he reaches the sidewalk, but he walks slow and calm, as if he has all the time in the world. I then decide to stop as it's clear he's going to reach the sidewalk up ahead far before I'm able to. When I stop, he walks on until he reaches the sidewalk about 10 feet ahead of me, blocking my path.
"How do you know my name? Who are you?" I demand, and I hear my voice. It's quivering. Quivering with fear so bad that I can hear it. Oh gosh, I'm scared. No, terrified. I'm scared in a way I didn't know I could be. It's such a strange and intense feeling too. One I've never felt before.
"I got some bad news for you," he says with a fake mournful look. "Someone paid me a whole hell of a lot of money...to kidnap you," he informs. After hearing this, I just stare at him. He said that so calmly you might think he was actually talking about the weather. It comes out natural, like it's a normal day to day thing you say to someone.
"K-K-Kidnap me?" I ask, thinking I misheard him. To this he nods his head and smiles, revealing I didn't mishear him at all. He really did say that word.
"Now, I don't normally go around kidnapping people, in fact you are my first, but I got offered a whole hell lot of money for you and you see, I just couldn't pass it up. Nothing personal or anything. Just, you got to do what you got to do to get that money, ya know?" he says in a way that seems to say that this is his version of an apology.
"Now, we can do this nice and easy with you doing as you are told, or we can do this not easy, which is where you fight and struggle, thus making me mad and making me do what I need to do," he explains and proceeds to popping his knuckles in an intimidating manner.
"Y-You are serious? You...you really are kidnapping me?" I finally am able to ask as the shock of this out of the ordinary event is starting to pass. I still can't believe that this is happening. That any of this is happening. That this criminal is really saying he means to kidnap me right off the street.
"Yep," he answers, nodding his head a little. "Got a gun and everything in case anything tries to get involved. Don't know why someone wants you kidnapped. Seems you or maybe Mommy and Daddy made someone mad and they want revenge. And boy, are they mad. I got a list of things I'm supposed to do to you," he explains. He then pulls out a folded piece of paper from his front pocket. He opens it to reveal a printed email with a literal number list. It's too far away to read any of what it says, but I do make out the numbers of the list.
"They planned it all out too. Knew that you walk this way Monday through Thursday. Knew that this street would be empty, hell, they even included when the sprinklers in the yards would go off," he reveals, showing that someone else planned this for him. Still stunned this is happening, I don't respond to this.
"Now, you going to be a good little girl and do as you are told? Or you going to be a bitch and make me mad?" He asks seriously as he goes back to cracking his knuckles. Again, I'm taken back by him. He's acting as if this is a normal thing to say. That people go around saying such things and you aren't supposed to freak out.
"I....I'll be a good little girl," I find myself answering in my quivering tone. I say this not so much because I want to, but because of how much bigger he is than me. I'm a 5 foot 120ish pound woman while he is over 6 feet and has at least a hundred pounds on me. I bet it would take him just a single blow to really hurt me. Not to mention even at his age he looks like he could outrun me.
"Good! Thank you," he says grateful, as if this saves everyone time. "Now, the first thing you need to do is....remove all your clothes," he says after he checks "the list." My eyes widen at this. I thought he was going to say something else, maybe make me get in his van or something. But remove my clothes? That's crazy.
"But...people....will see," I tell him and the words die as I remember that no one really lives around here. And the ones that do are probably at work. Probably. And so...I really have no choice as I either do it, or he will hurt me.
He crosses his arms in a menacing sort of manner, to which I slide off my backpack. I don't say anything else as I don't want him to hurt me. So I gently put my backpack on the ground, laying it to the right of the sidewalk. I begin to look around, trying to see if anyone is outside. When I don't see anyone, I try to causally glance inside the nearby houses to see if anyone is watching, to which I see no one.
Very nervous I slip off my shoes to become barefoot on the sidewalk. For some reason, feeling my bare feet on the concrete fills me with a strange feeling. I've never been this scared before, but there's also excitement building up. Dark excitement as this is all so very new.
I glance at the old man, then at the ground as I unbutton my jeans. I can feel my face begin to burn red as I start to slide my jeans down, instantly showing my black panties and bare legs. Doing this makes me feel more naked than I ever have been, and that's including times where I was naked. As I slide my jeans down, I can feel his eyes looking at my legs and panties. Feel them wanting me to move faster.
I've never had an older man look at me like this before. The few times that I've, you know, had sex with someone, they were around my age. But this older man is staring at me, at my legs and I can almost sense his sexual hunger.
As I try to pull my legs out of my jeans, I nearly fall over to which I have to grab hold of a nearby tree. This is rather embarrassing as I know in movies or books the woman would do this nice and sexy, but when it's me, I can't even undress without acting like a nerd. But in the end, my jeans come off, only the old man laughs at me. His laughter makes my face redden as it's so embarrassing as I drop my jeans.
Now I grab the bottom of my t-shirt. I lift it up slowly with my trembling hands revealing my bare stomach, then my black bra cups, then cleavage and finally the shirt is peeled off my head, leaving me in just my bra and panties on the sidewalk. I drop my shirt with my jeans and actually hear myself whimper as I feel so naked. Using my hands I attempt to cover as much of myself as possible.
