Diana looked up as she left her office turning to lock the door behind her. She pushed her long hair back behind her ear and turned. She paused, taking a deep breath, closing her eyes and taking in the scents of fresh air, wet pavement and the chill of the night, deep into her lungs. She looked up and a saw the hazy golden outline of the moon, a thin veil of clouds adding to the beauty of the sight.
She smiled and reached into her purse, gripping her key ring, the longest key pointing out between her fingers. An old habit she had picked up in college when there had been a rash of rapes on campus. She walked confidently towards the parking garage where she kept her car.
The sound of her heels clicking on the concrete echoed in the semi dark area. She cursed again at the city's lack of maintenance. The lights were forever only half functioning and she looked back over her shoulder, a tingle tracing shivers up her spine.
Someone was watching. She could feel their eyes on her, tracking the progress she made to her car. She sped up her steps, the clicking growing louder, matching her heartbeats as she was close to running. Looking over her shoulder she tried to see where the threat was coming from and slammed hard into a large male body. Thick arms clamped around her body and lifted her from her feet. She felt on shoe fall to the pavement as she screamed. The sound cut off by a hand slapping over her face.
"Got the bitch Jimmy."
She kicked and twisted, her hands clawing at the hand at her mouth as she struggled, her heart beat thrumming in her ears. The hand covering her smelled of grease and dirt. It was rough and calloused. Suddenly two more hands grabbed her legs and she saw a van pull up beside them, the door open as they threw her inside.
Oh god, there were at least three of them. She kicked and fought the best she could. Rough ropes binding her hands and legs together until she couldn't move, a ball gag shoved in her mouth and a blindfold was tied tight around her ribs.
"Boss said we could use this one, get her ready for her new life."
"Man look at them titties. Sweet Jesus can't wait to get me a piece of that."
The words were accompanied by gruff laughs and more crude comments.
Fear spiked hard through her mind. Cold sweat broke out on her body and she trembled. She wanted to beg, to plead and run and hide. A heavy cloth, sweet smelling was placed over her nose and mouth and the held her breath for as long as she could until the darkness took her.
Diana awoke slowly, her mouth filled with something hard and rubber, her body aching as she tried to move. She pulled at her hands and found them bound above her head. Her legs were wide open, bound to the bed she was laying on. She turned her head and looked at the little room she was in. Harsh industrial lighting fixtures hung above her, the walls concrete with no windows.
Her mind was racing. What the hell was this? Why had they taken her? How could she get free?
She struggled in the bonds, pulling and twisting. Until the door opened.
She froze and watched the large man come in. He was well built, heavily muscled wearing military cargo pants and a white tee shirt that looked at least two sizes too small for his hulking frame.
"The bitch is awake." He sneered and approached the bed.
Diana held her breath, watching him come closer. His eyes raking over her body, she still had her button up shirt and black full skirt on, covering her body. Her shoes were nowhere that she could see. Despite the futility of her movements she made another violent struggle against the bonds.
"Fight little bitch I like that." He reached out and gripped her breast through the shirt, squeezing hard and she gasped in pain.
"Matt was right. These are some nice big titties you have."
He reached out and grabbed her shirt, ripping it open, the buttons pinging on the concrete floor.
"Lets get us a closer look."
Her breaths were coming in harsh, heavy gasps against the ball gag. She tried to tell him no, but the words were muffled. She sobbed and cried as he pulled out a knife, cutting through the front of her bra freeing her breasts.
His big hands grabbed roughly at her breasts, squeezing and plumping them up. His thumbs brushed over her nipples and she froze when she felt them tighten. She revolted, bucking and twisting below him. Screaming behind the gag for him to let go, not to touch her.
He laughed and snapped his teeth at her.
"I am going to taste these beauties. Just lie there like a good girl."
She arched her back, trying to dislodge him as his mouth and teeth came closer.
Wet heat enclosed her nipple, followed by a sharp sucking. She whimpered and froze in place. The flick of his tongue over her nipple made her gasp. Her body shivered at the unexpected pleasure. He laughed as her nipple hardened.
