PART 1: WHERE IT ALL STARTED
By the time I started college, I had thoroughly hated being so chubby. No guy ever seemed to become interested in me, and the fact that my rotundness resulted in my having big DD bra size boobs didn't seem to help matters as I hoped it would. I was always proud of my naturally wavy, shoulder length, golden blonde hair, but that didn't seem to help get me romantic attention either.
So, I did my best to accept being 5'2" and 230 lbs. I was always told by well-meaning friends and family to rest assured there were guys out there who found chubby bodies on women to be attractive. That, of course, turned out to be true. What was unfortunate, however, was that the first such guy I ever met who felt that way was a lecherous kidnapper.
The night I found this out was a time I was departing my evening class after it had gotten dark and when the campus of Westdale University was deserted. My car sat in the school's spacious lot among a dozen others, with everything looking quiet. It was very early autumn with the weather being neither warm nor particularly cold, so I wore a loose light blue shirt that covered me like a tent (being self-conscious of my weight) and blue jeans that were frankly just a bit too tight (I always had trouble with putting on weight unexpectedly).
I looked around before removing my car keys from my front pocket, checking the environment out of instinct, and again all seemed quiet. That lulled me into a false sense of security so I then did what I had already done a dozen times before... I opened my car door, got into the driver's seat, pulled the door shut, and pushed the lock down. But that is the last moment of the evening that was normal. Because right after that, the nightmare began.
A strong, adult male hand suddenly sprung from behind me in the back seat and clamped shut over my mouth. It startled the hell out of me, but of course I couldn't shout out. Less than a second later a sharp, shiny blade was was pointed at my left eye.
"Don't move, don't say anything, or I'll stick you with this," came a rough voice from a man that sounded like he really meant business. I was horrified and began shivering, desperate to do anything to save my life. "Do you understand me, bitch?"
I frantically nodded my head as my vision became blurred from tears welling up in my eyes.
"That's good," my attacker continued. "Keep being a good girl, do you hear me?" I nodded again as tears streamed down my face. "Ooooh, you're blonde," he said as he fully noticed my hair color and began running his hands through it. "You know, I wonder if that means... well, I'll find out later tonight. Heh."
I quietly muttered, "Oh god..." and began crying more, as I felt I knew exactly what he was getting at. And because that also revealed to me that this was the beginning of an ordeal this attacker planned to last for a long time. But how long? I was a virgin, I didn't want to lose it to a creep like this!
"Now, let me test if you think I'm bullshitting or not," he whispered as he placed the business end of his knife a quarter of an inch closer to my eye. "I'm gonna take my hand off your mouth and jump in the front seat. You just try to get out and you're dead. You hear me, bitch?"
I nodded again with great anxiety, making ti clear I had no intention whatsoever of making such an attempt, especially since I had already locked the door and it would take me a few seconds to unlock it so I could push the door open. With what seemed like a mere two seconds the guy crawled over the back seat into the passenger side of the front and pointed the knife at me again.
"Start the engine, get out of this lot, drive over to the North Valley Road, turn left on it, and just keep driving straight until I tell you different. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, yes," I said anxiously but quietly, fully giving in to desperation with preserving my life. "I'll do whatever you want. Just please... please don't hurt me."
"Do whatever I say, and let me do whatever I want, and I might let you go with your body fully intact."
I was afraid to look directly at him out of fear and I drove out of the campus parking lot towards North Valley Road and the unknown path that would take me. I knew only that it would lead way out of Westdale, into the deep rural areas that surrounded my home town, and I was terrified at the thought of being alone out there at this guy's mercy. Which is why I made a point to do whatever he said so that he would hopefully let me go eventually and not hurt me in any way besides the obvious bodily violations that were coming.
I was about a mile and a half down that road, struggling not to cry so much that I couldn't see well in the darkness in front of me, that he glanced at me and fully noticed my chest.
"Oh, geez, you have big tits," he said with a delighted tone. "And you're, like, fat. Oh wow." Unfortunately for me, he did not say that in a disapproving way.
He then started feeling over my boobs and squeezing them. I winced, as I had never had a guy touch me like that before. And I certainly didn't want this guy to be the first one to do that.
"Oh god," I whispered aloud as I began crying more intensely.
My kidnapper continued to feel and squeeze all over my chest with growing excitement, finally moving down and squeezing my fat stomach for a bit. Then he began feeling all over my big leg before moving up and grabbing my crotch.
I gasped in discomfort.
"Hey!" he yelled.
"I'm... I'm sorry..." I said nervously in response. "I didn't... mean anything. I'm just... scared. Oh god..."
"Heh. That's okay, Fat Girl... which is what I'm gonna call you for the rest of the time we're together. And I can tell you that's it's gonna be for a while. Heh. I need to get you back to the cabin so I can get you naked. You got that, Fat Girl?"
I tried hard not to get hysterical and to keep my eyes on the road. "Yea... just please... don't hurt me."
"Then don't piss me off."
