Joni was a kind of shy young girl. Just turned 18 and without any real experience of the world around her, she came across a lot younger. She had lovely light brown skin and womanly hips for a teenager. Her breasts were small but perky and whilst she didn't exactly show them off, they looked really tempting under her tight t-shirt.
She liked to wear jeans. Her jeans hugged tightly to her bum and around her hips, producing a lovely shape, very nice to look at. Although she herself was unaware of how sexually attractive she was.
Like life in general, she had not had much sexual experience. She had one boyfriend who she let fuck her. But he was not up to much and didn't really encourage her to enjoy herself. It was more about him.
Joni would be a liar if she said she didn't enjoy him using her body and getting off on her. She did think about things like that, even if she barely admitted it to herself, using those thoughts only when her hand was between her legs and she was wet.
But it was not enough. Sure, it is one thing to desire being taken, used, fucked, but she also wanted to enjoy herself. The problem with the useful fuck was that -- he was pretty useless. Not able or willing to satisfy her, it was boring. And it was a sign that he didn't really care. Now, men not caring about her was a turn on as we have already said. But this is real life and in real life, it is not so hot.
She was supposed to see this boyfriend in the afternoon. She'd been thinking about leaving him, but then he'd always seem to sense this and start being sweet that was until he'd got in her panties again and shot his load inside her. Then it was back to the usual. The sex made her think she should stick with him. She didn't want to be a slut really and go from one boyfriend to the next. Although the thought was hot. So she ended up with him, month after month, same routine. He wanted her to go over. She would end up sucking his dick, bending over for him, taking his load and he was happy. She was ignored then as he usually had mates around.
No, today, she was not going to visit that creep. She was going to wander and look around, see what was going on just a bit further from her own neighbourhood. There is a world out there and it's a big city. What is to stop her from taking her little bit of cash and going out for some fun on her own?
She didn't bother telling him. No, she just walked off. She'd changed from her college outfit and in to her favourite jeans and her new t-shirt. As she took off her shirt, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. It is such a shame she didn't realize how pretty she was, how smooth her skin was, just how young and fresh she looked -- nubile, delicate, a really sexy young lady. To her she was plain. No fancy haircuts or make up. But that is what made her so attractive to men. That innocence and prettiness, naivety.
It was close to 5pm by the time she set out for the early evening. The sun was still out but reaching its lower points. The air was fresh and warm. It was a perfect late afternoon for a walk. She headed for the seafront, where guys would show off in their new cars and all the rich girls would be at the cafes talking about fashion and boys, drinking overpriced fruit juices as they looked out for this month's it boy in his flashy new car.
Joni didn't like these people. She thought they were shallow and often bitchy. She walked along and was so happy not to be one of those made up air heads.
She was thinking about her boyfriend and how he must wonder where she is. It was worrying her. Should she call him? But then she thought about every other time. He'd be nice to her until he got her clothes off. Then it was a few minutes of him banging away at her. Once done, he was not interested and she'd often just sit there anyway, so why not just leave him and be free?
Looking out to sea, she was lost in her own thoughts. Not really paying attention to who was behind her or in front even.
She wanted to go towards the market and thought she knew a short cut down the back of some dilapidated old buildings. She turned right and in to the back streets heading to a buzzing little market street that was always entertaining.
No one was around. But she thought she could hear someone behind her. She turned, no one there, phew. All the stories of young girls being touched and abused must have made her anxious. Her heart was beating a little faster but she was ok.
A few minutes later, she definitely heard something behind her, a cough or something.
As she turned he came at her.
In a flash, she was pushed up against the grimy wall by a complete stranger. Roughed up, slapped and then turned to face the wall, he grabbed her arms and held them behind her back.
'Shut up I tell you, keep fucking quiet.'
Joni was shaking, shocked, she did as he said. She froze, hair standing up on end and her adrenaline pumping keeping her routed to the spot.
'Now you are coming with me, ok? Don't make a fuss, just do what you are told and this can be over soon.'
Joni stayed quiet.
'Did you hear me you silly bitch?' He pulled hard on her arms.
'Y-Yes.' She was compliant. She thought for a second, she needed to be good, to do what she was told and maybe he would let her go.
Fuck, she was thinking, why did I not go to his house? Why did I have to think I don't need him and can do what I want? She started to cry wanting nothing more than to be with her boyfriend even if he did just use her, he didn't hurt her. She missed him.
The man lead her off back the way she had come. Just a few minutes and then pushed her through an open door in to an apartment block. Out of sight of anyone else, he became more aggressive. He grabbed at he, teased her, was laughing at her.
'Oh you are fucked now little lady.'
His eyes were dead as he looked at her, looked at her body, her little titties, her hips. She felt his eyes on her and knew what he wanted. She felt sick, dirty, lost. What was she going to do?
He took her arm and played nice.
'Come on darling, hold my hand. We are going to have such a nice night.' Mocking and humiliating her, she had no choice but to take his hand as he took her up to the flat.
Inside it was dark, curtains drawn, just a bit of evening light drifting in. She could see the place was untidy as there were plates and cups strewn all over, clothes across the sofa and just general untidiness. It was an awful place, smelling of stale cigarettes and left over food.
Once inside, he pushed her against the wall and kissed her.
'Mmmmm, you are a fine little thing.' He said, running fingers through her luscious long dark hair. 'I am going to enjoy you.'
Joni was full of fear at this point. Her mind was racing. But she couldn't move, rooted to the spot. She was a passive little thing at best and was not equipped to deal with this at all.
He grabbed her tits and felt her up, squeezing them and pushing himself in to her. 'You like that, don't you?' He said.
He made her answer, pinching her little nipple until she did.
'Yes. I like it.' She said faintly, just wanting to please him and hope he'd get bored soon, letting her go. Little did she know a man when he wants something.
The door flung open and in came two men, arguing and shouting at each other. Suddenly they were quiet. 'Who the fuck is that?' One of them said.
'Shut up you cunt. She is our problem solved.'
The kidnapper explained to his mates that this little bitch was their way to get the 2 lakhs they needed to pay off the dealer. Only a week earlier they'd had to run from the police in the middle of a heroin deal. They'd handed over the kilo to the guy, were just sorting the cash out, when they saw police arrive. They ran and somewhere along the road had lost the money.
It was three lakhs in total, two for their man and one for them as profit. It was a lot of cash to raise from a bunch of semi-junkie wide boys. They were basically poor, but selling kept them in a flat with a bit of cash and plenty of drink and drugs.
