On a wonderful sunny day, you pull into the school to drop your kids off for another day of learning. Exiting the vehicle, you walk your daughters to the door. Hugging and kissing both of your little girls at the door, you wave to them as they enter the school. Walking back to your car your soft leather outfit caresses you with each step. As you get into the car and start the engine, you wonder what you can do to bide the time until it's time to pick up the kiddies again. You decide to take a quick trip to the gym to keep your supple body as fit as an athlete, but just as you start the car, you hear a rustling coming from the back seat. Before you can turn to look, you feel cold metal pressed against your throat. Instinctively freezing, you hear a deep voice say,
"Drive, bitch."
You quickly glance into the rear view mirror, but can only see the blond hair of your intruder and his cold, unfeeling eyes. Trembling, you murmur,
"Ple......please, who are you......wha......what do you want......I......I don't have an......any money......"
In response, a hand grabs your short blond hair and forces your head back and you feel the blunt end of the knife at your throat as he pushes it harder against your throat.
"I said, drive, bitch!"
Putting the car into gear, you slowly begin to drive out of the parking lot. Your eyes dart around hoping someone......anyone is witnessing your kidnapping and can offer aid. Unfortunately, all you see are smiling faces of both adults and children completely oblivious to your plight.
"Take a left on Oak Street," he whispers in your ear.
"Whe......where are we going?"
"Just shut up and drive."
He directs you through town and you comply automatically as all you can comprehend is the cold knife pressed against your throat. Finally, after driving for what seems to be an eternity, he says,
"Turn into that driveway on the right......the one with the open garage......pull into it."
Looking around, you notice you are in a new sub-division with only a few houses being complete. Pulling into the drive, you can see the "For Sale" sign in the front yard of a normal looking house at the end of a normal looking block. Slowly, you pull into the garage and he instructs you to put the car in park. In the rear view mirror, you see him raise a garage door opener and push the button. The hum of the motor echoes in the car and the garage gets darker and darker as the garage door slowly shuts out the light. With a final thump, the door closes completely and in the darkness you realize how helpless you are.
"Turn off the car and slowly get out," he orders.
Your hand trembles as you turn the key but you sit immobile....unable to move.........shaking.........
"Fine," he grunts as he opens his door and gets out. The sudden brightness from the dome light dazzles you and you jerk when he opens your door and, roughly grabbing your arm, pulls you out of the car. The darkness envelops you again as he slams the car door closed and pulls you toward the door leading into the house. As he opens the door and pushes you into the house, you get your first good look at your kidnapper. He looks familiar but you can't quite place him.
"This way," he says pulling you toward the middle of the house.
"Please......what do you want with me.........if this is about ransom, my husband and I don't have much money......"
"Shit, bitch. You think this is about money. You have something I want worth more than money."
Dragging you through the empty house, he stops in front of the door to the basement and pushes you through. Descending down the wooden stairs, you see the cavernous basement is lit by a single light bulb in the center of the room. As you reach the basement landing, you search for any exit that can free you from this nightmare, but all you can see are solid concrete walls. Under the light, you see a mattress has been laid on the floor next to a metal support pole. Next to it is a small blue cooler. Horribly, you begin to realize why he has brought you here.
"Oh no......please no......please......don't........."
"Finally figured it out, eh? Damn, you're fucking slow, aren't you? Well, I guess you're not impressed with the effort I put forth to make our time so special, ha-ha."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Why? Why? Fuck, slut! You parade around every day in your tight clothes when you take your kids to school, shaking those hips.........flaunting to us dads what we'll never have. Look at you now......that leather outfit looks painted on."
Your hand flies to your mouth as you realize your kidnapper is the father of one of your daughter's school friends. The school, that's where you remember him from.
"That's right, cunt. I'm Tommy's dad and I couldn't stand another minute of watching you saunter around making men hard at the sight of you. I decided that you needed a real man's cock in you, just to show you who is really in control here, so I convinced a realtor friend to let me borrow this house for a couple of hours. Now, let's see that fine body of yours."
You begin to cry as he slowly walks toward you. Backing up, you shake your head as your tears run down your face. You yelp as you feel the solid, cold wall against your back preventing any further escape. His shadow envelops you as he continues to approach you. Sobbing, you turn your head as he looms over you.
"We are going to have a great time, baby."
