Andrea left the house that Tuesday morning as if it were like any other.
She is slim attractive, brunette, in her early thirties and has a good job in marketing. I gave her a kiss while she was still in her underwear.
I remember thinking how horny she looked, as we left for work, where we expected our days to be routine and dull as usual.
At lunchtime she was meeting a friend, as usual, in a pub not far away. Andrea ordered their meals at the bar. As she turned around she bumped into a man of about 40 standing behind her.
"Sorry," she said. He exchanged the same apologies and Andrea returned to her friend. She noticed that he was with two smartly dressed men of about the same age.
As the two women sat talking Andrea's friend noticed the men were looking over at them. The girls were flattered at the attention.
"You could be in there," her friend said. "He's not really my type," she laughingly replied. The two friends then finished their lunch and went to move towards the door, and as they did the table of men got up and left at the same time, but again the woman took little or no notice.
The woman got into Andrea's car and she noticed that the men got into an Audi. As she indicated to turn into the trading estate her friend said, "That Audi has just driven past."
"Take no notice, loads of people work around here. You're becoming paranoid." Andrea laughed.
Andrea left work at 5 o'clock and began her journey home. After 6 miles she had to turn off the main road and drive down a badly lit country lane. This was a route that she had driven a thousand times or more, so she was quite relaxed, and possibly listening a bit too intently to a CD. It was already becoming dark by the time she was on the lane and she was following a white transit van, which was driving very slowly. She noticed a car gaining on her quickly and before long it was right behind her.
The car followed her for about two miles.
Andrea kept looking in her mirror, and realised that it was the Audi from lunchtime.
Suddenly the white van braked.
She braked but it was too late.
CRUNCH! She collided with the back.
"SHIT!" she thought. As she got out to check her car; the van driver was already out. A man, in his early thirties, about 6 feet tall, slightly built with a shaven head.
"I'm so sorry." she told him.
"Don't worry. Your insurance will pay for it." he replied." As long as the back doors open so I can use it for work there shouldn't be a problem."
With Andrea standing next to him, he twisted the handle of the back doors and opened them.
Andrea was going to say, "Oh, that's good," but she was suddenly grabbed by two men from behind and pushed into the back of the empty van. The doors were slammed closed and locked.
Shocked and stunned, Andrea banged on the doors to let her out, but the driver was already on his way. The passenger from the Audi got into Andrea's car and followed the other two vehicles.
It was completely black in the back of the van and Andrea was thrown around as it sped along the country roads. After what seemed a lifetime, the van slowed down and eased along a very uneven and bumpy track.
Andrea was now sobbing with fear and pain.
When it finally stopped the van was parked with its' back doors facing the front of a house. As the doors were slowly opened she rubbed her tearstained eyes and scanned the area in front of her. She was on a gravel drive, leading to a large Mansion house with a wood to one side and fields to the other. It was completely black and not a sound could be heard.
The Audi was parked next to the van and Andrea's car was parked a further 50 yards away.
The two car drivers got out of their vehicles to be met by several others, who appeared from the house.
The men all gathered around the back of the van, as my wife cowered in a corner.
"Right. Is that camera working?" the tall man from lunchtime asked a fat man. "Yes we're all ready here." He replied, checking his professional video camera one last time.
Grinning, the man leant into the van, "We are all ready for you now miss. Feel free to join us." He held out a hand, for her. Andrea emerged from the back of the van squinting as the light from the TV camera was shone in her face.
Her office attire of black jacket and skirt with a white silk blouse, were now dusty and slightly torn from her journey in the van.
She stepped out and stared at the group of men who were all looking at her with lustful, perverted eyes. The men stepped forward.
A huge, black man grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms to her sides.
"What's your name?" the tall one politely asked her.
"Andrea." she nervously replied, blinking into the camera's bright light.
"Well….. Andrea, as you may have guessed you are in a lot of trouble." He continued. "Do you know what you have been bought here for?"
"No. No, I don't." she whispered.
"Well…..Andrea. If you haven't already guessed, we are all members of a special group. You can think of us as… group of sportsmen……well…. Sexual sportsmen! Everyone here has paid me a sum of money to fuck your cunt, arse, mouth and anywhere else they can think of."
Shivering with fear and dread her mouth went dry and she was feeling uneasy on her legs. She heard two men laugh. The man turned and scowled at his accomplices.
He continued, "However, as gentlemen, we would like to give you a sporting chance, to get away." He continued in a matter of fact tone. "We will give you a 30 seconds head start to get to your car, which is parked 50 yards away. Your car keys are in the ignition and if you can get to it and drive away; you can go free. You won't know where you are. But for you, anywhere will be preferential to here! Does that sound fair?" the man asked her.
Terrified, Andrea nodded agreement. He nodded to the black man, who walked her to the Mansion steps, and released his grip.
"After 30 seconds we will chase you… like a pack of hungry wolves. RUN!"
Andrea turned and ran, as fast her stiletto heels would allow her, towards the car, along the gravel. Her heart and lungs bursting, as she made it to the car, seconds ahead of the panting men. As the man had said the keys were still in the ignition.
Frantically she turned the key and depressed the accelerator. 'Whirr, whirr', the car turned over but wouldn't start.
"Shit!" she thought, "I've flooded the engine!" But she kept turning the key. She looked up and to her horror the men were already surrounding the car. She prayed for it to start, but it didn't and as she looked up a man was opening her driver's door.
The one with the TV camera was on her bonnet filming her through the windscreen. The back door opened and another man got in. Then as she went towards the passenger door, that was opened and the tall man she had bumped into earlier in the day got in next to her.
"I bet you didn't think you would see me soon.," he said, smirking.
Andrea said nothing. The man produced the car's high-tension lead, which stops it from firing, and waved them in front of her ashen face.