*Sigh*
Sometimes memories can take you back to a happier time in life. Unfortunately, this is not one of those flashbacks. ---
Everything in life had been going so well. My fiancé and I were eight months into planning our wedding and the most recent fitting for my dress confirmed I had lost three inches off my waistline. At 22 years old, 5 foot 7 inches and 120 lean pounds, I felt great leaving the tailor's shop after my final late evening fitting.
My whole world changed as I reached to unlock my car door.
"Place your keys on the roof of the car, bitch, or I slit your throat from ear to ear," said a deep masked voice from behind me as I felt the cold, rugged blade dig into my neck just under the left side of my jaw.
Unsure of what to do, I paused with my keys still in hand. Looking back now, that was the wrong thing to do because the next thing I knew I was slammed up against my car and bleeding from the neck where my captor chose to let the tip of the blade pierce my neck in a warning.
"That's your first and only warning. Disobey again and you'll be left lying here in a pool of your own blood. We won't hesitate to find someone else."
We?
My questioning thought was confirmed as a second masked captor came into view and wretched my keys from my hand. As he unlocked and opened my car doors I was roughly thrust into the backseat as the captor with the knife climbed in after me.
Too terrified to speak, I shrank into the far corner of the car as we pulled out of the parking lot. Each of my captors removed their masks before we hit the first city street. Though lighting conditions were low, each of them was fairly good looking.
"Looks like we've caught ourselves a mute bitch here, Dan. She's not going to be as fun this way," said the captor with the knife beside me.
"Jon, think about it," said Dan emphasizing Jon in a way that signaled to me these were not their real names. "We'll have her squealing soon enough."
Jon turned his attention back to me, placing his hand on my knee. I flinched and tried to move but had nowhere to go.
With a grin he asked, "So what's your name?"
I chose to resist with silence and received a nasty pinch on the inner thigh from Jon as a response.
"Let's try that again. What is your name?"
"Liz," I replied tersely.
"Well, Liz, as a preview of what is to come..."
He caught me off guard by very quickly reaching his hand up my skirt and crudely rubbing my clit. Shocked, I struggled to get him off of me.
Again, the knife was at my throat and he was laughing, "Oh, this will be fun. I'd advise holding still."
I sat stiffly as his thumb continued to rub my clit. When he grew bored with the horrified look on my face, he grabbed my legs and swung them up onto the seat and across his lap. I was as close to laying across the back seat as you can get in a Ford Taurus.
"It's about time you learn to spread your legs like a good slut," Jon said as he forced my knees apart.
Tears freely flowed from my eyes as his knife lightly traced a trail from my neck to the hem of my skirt. He used the blade to lift my skirt to my waist.
"Hey, Dan. You owe my ten bucks. I was right. She's wearing a pink thong," he gleefully announced as he cut the thong from my body.
Looking in the rear view mirror Dan shot back, "Looks like I'll be keeping that ten dollars. She's completely shaved."
"Freshly too," Jon stated as his hand grazed over my most sensitive areas.
"Please don't," I whimpered as his hands forced my legs further apart.
