Chapter 01: How it Began
"Excuse us, miss."
Kim turned from her lunchtime walk from the bank. She saw a middle-aged man lean out of the passenger side window of the Honda van.
"Can you tell us how to get to the Shoreway from here," the man asked politely, holding what appeared to be a set of directions.
Kim walked to the window to point to the road a few blocks back they must have missed. Just then the side door rolled open and another man jumped out and pushed her in. In less than a minute from when the van had stopped it pulled away slowly -- with Kim being pushed down onto the floor.
Her scream was met with a foot pressing hard on the back of her neck.
"Keep her quiet," the driver commanded. The foot pressed harder, smothering her screams into the carpeted floor board.
"What are you doing?" they heard her scream. "Let me go!"
"Be quiet and enjoy the ride," the voice from the driver's seat replied.
She pushed herself up, but the man on the other side of the middle seat reached down and shoved her back onto the floor. The man on her side plopped into the seat and used his legs to keep her in the tight space between the seats.
"What do you want?" she screamed in fear.
"You," the driver replied. Then there were no more sounds from the four men while the van drove south. After a time they pulled her up from the floor and shoved her between them on the middle seat. She screamed for help, but the windows were so dark-tinted no one could see inside. Silently, the man on her left slapped a short length of duct tape over her mouth, cutting off her screams.
Half an hour later the van pulled far up a long dark driveway. The sliding door opened and Kim was manhandled through the side door of a house. Two men held her arms and propelled her into what must have been the living room. A third man slowly pulled the duct tape from her mouth.
"Scream all you want, lady," the driver smiled. "There ain't no one around her gonna care."
"What do you want?" she repeated. "Look, I'll give you all my money just let me go."
The driver laughed. "We don't want your money."
"What do you want?" she asked in panic.
"We want your hubby to do us a favor."
Kim suddenly understood she was not pulled from the street at random -- these men knew her husband was a judge!
"Little lady is upset," the driver cooed. "Go get her a drink."
"No thank you," Kim replied firmly as one of the men went to the kitchen.
"I said a drink," the driver replied. "You too good to drink with us?"
"I don't' drink," the recovering alcoholic replied.
"Today you do," was the response.
The man returned with a tall glass.
"No," she replied. "Just let me go."
"Drink," the driver demanded.
Afraid to defy them she took a small sip of what turned out to be a very strong gin and tonic.
"Come on, baby," the driver said soothingly. "If we just wanted to fuck you you'd be oozin cum already."
Kim's fear rose at the vulgar remark.
"Have a seat." The driver pointed to the couch.
Instead, Kim ran to the front door. She reached the door but could not figure out the laugh. Then she heard a voice behind her.
"Can't have this, baby," the voice laughed. She screamed as she was turned around by hands that grabbed her shoulders.
"We're gonna have to take your clothes now," the driver smiled. "You won't want to try to run outside naked in this neighborhood." He moved behind her and moved his arms around her middle, holding her tight.
"It's your own fault," he smirked. She started to struggle as she felt his hand move to the top button of her gray blouse. The arm around her stomach held her tighter.
She began to kick back at him as she felt him undo the top blouse button.
"Knock it off!" he demanded and kneed her in the back. Momentarily stunned, she drooped slightly and he succeeded in opening the second button. The hand pulled her middle tight against his body and he moved down to quickly slip out the third button. She tried to stomp on his foot with her heel as her husband had taught her, but the driver was too quick. Using his own feet he managed to kick off her heels. Her barefooted kicks against his shins did nothing, and he pulled free the fourth button. She tried to hit him but in the position her arms could not reach him. She screamed again as he pulled her blouse out of her black slacks and slid open the last button.
He yanked her blouse down her arms, immobilizing her swinging arms, and reached around to the slide of her slacks.
"No!" she screamed.
"Don't worry, baby," the voice cooed. "I told you we ain't gonna fuck you." She struggled vainly he popped the slide open. "At least not if hubby does what he has to do," the voice said coldly as he yanked her opened slacks down her hips revealing her black lace bikini panties.
"There, that does it," the driver laughed. Then he pulled up on the underside of her right knee, then her left, pulling her legs out of the pants bunched around her ankles.
"Sit your ass down and have that drink!" the voice demanded. She covered her bra-encased breasts and walked nearly naked to the couch. She did not want to touch the drink, she knew what any alcohol could do to her, and the drink was very strong. But she saw pure evil in the driver's eyes. She lifted the glass and took another small sip.
"I'm Bill," the driver said as if he was not talking to someone they had just kidnapped. "That's Tom, Fred, and Ralph," he added, pointing to one of the men at a time.
"Fred" went out to the kitchen to make whiskey and water for the four men and Bill continued talking.
"Tom and Ralph are going to send a little e-mail to your husband," he explained plainly. "If he's a good boy you can be back home in Strongsville in an hour." She realized they also knew where she and Gary lived.
"He will never..."
Bill cut her off.
"If he tries to be a hard ass he'll learn the consequences."
Kim began to worry. She knew her husband would never do anything illegal.
"Even for me?" she wondered.
Tom and Ralph left, and Bill sat on the sofa next to her.
"Not much in the tit department," Bill chuckled as she saw him stare at her lacy black bra.
She ignored his obscene remark.
