The Idnapping of Jennifer

The following dark story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.

"Hey buddy, you ok?" Jennifer asks the fallen man as she comes upon him on the sidewalk. The man who seems to have collapsed, is face down but she can tell he is in his 40s or 50s. Seeing the collapsed man concerns Jennifer because he doesn't look like a meth-head or a drunk. He's wearing a rather nice dress shirt, making it look as if he was mugged or is having some sort of health crisis.

"Hey, you ok?" Jennifer asks, bending down next to him and shaking his shoulder. She bends over awkwardly due to being in a black cocktail dress at the moment as she was walking to an art gallery opening for one of her friends.

The man doesn't wake nor move, prompting Jennifer to look around as if help would magically appear. Of course, there's no one out at the moment, even if this is a safe, middle-class neighborhood. It's midday on a weekday which means that most people are at work.

Jennifer finally pulls out her cell to call for help. Being a sheltered 18-year-college girl, she doesn't have a lot of experience in situations like this. Nor does she have the strength to pick him up and carry him anywhere as she is barely five foot tall. She doesn't even the body weight to turn him over as she is much smaller than the older unconscious man.

The collapsed man suddenly grunts, revealing he is waking up. This gets Jennifer to put her cell down on the ground to try to help the man as he attempts to lift himself.

"

Oh

," Jennifer says as the man's arm that was underneath his body is pulled out to reveal a handgun. A handgun pointed right at her. A handgun with his finger on the trigger.

The man, who a moment ago looked to be completely knocked out is fully awake and aware. In this moment Jennifer understands that this was a set up. That the man was never hurt or knocked out. What confirms this for her is the man has black face paint over his eyes, using it as a makeshift mask to hide his identity.

Unknown to Jennifer due to her fear level skyrocketing, a van drives up on the road next to her, parking right in front of the pair. On purpose the driver of the van parks where he blocks the scene from being seen from the rest of the street. With the van blocking the site, no one will see anything which will not bring any police involvement.

The driver of the van, who is a fifty-five-year-old man, rushes from the driver seat with a hat pulled low, blocking his identity as well. There he slides the large van door open on the passenger side, leaving it open as he walks towards Jennifer.

Not saying anything, the driver walks up behind Jennifer, leans over and grabs her by the upper arms. He grips her tight and pulls her upward, showing that he wants her to stand. As the driver is much larger than Jennifer, he has no problem lifting the much smaller Jennifer.

In a daze over what is happening, Jennifer does stand as prompting, her eyes still staring at the gun. It's the first time she's ever seen a gun up close. And very much the first time one has been pointed at her.

Being rather sheltered, Jennifer has never been robbed or attacked, so this is all new to her. It's the first time she's felt terrified and helpless, which makes her heart pound and her mind race. These new feelings seem to take over and put her in a daze, going along with what the two men want.

The man with the gun stands as well, glancing around to check that they haven't been spotted by any nosey neighbors. He continues to check the area as the driver pulls Jennifer backward and towards the van.

The driver shows his cruel nature as when they reach the van's door, he literally tosses Jennifer inside. He just picks her entire body up and tosses her in the van, having her land hard on the large backseat of the van.

Being tossed like this makes Jennifer crash hard on the stiff seat, making her world go dizzy for a moment as she smacks her head. This gives the man with the gun time to climb inside the van as well as the driver to shut the door behind him.

A few seconds later, the driver is driving the van away while the man with the gun is seated next to Jennifer, the gun still pointed at her. Knocked silly, Jennifer keeps trying to sit up but finds the world to be very foggy. She does manage to shake out the cobwebs but this always her extreme fear to return, to which she cowers in her seat, whimpering and pouting softly as she recognizes she is being kidnapped.

"Why...why are you doing this?" Jennifer whimpers, her voice quivering show the two men just how terrified she is. Her voice basically lets them know that they no longer even need the gun to keep her docile.

"Do you want to die?" The man with the gun asks in a thick accent. It's an accent Jennifer isn't familiar with, but in her mind the man must be European.

"N-No," Jennifer answers.

"Then be quiet and don't move," the man replies, his strict and stern expression focused on Jennifer, just as his gun is.

Jennifer is incredibly surprised when the van turns into the driveway of a house. Overall they couldn't have even been driving a minute, yet they are at some house. To her they should be taking her to some secret warehouse base of operations, not to some house in the next neighborhood.

The van drives all the way down the driveway, which goes from the street to the back of the house. It's a rather strange driveway to Jennifer as she's never seen one like it. The driveway doesn't connect to a garage, but curves to the back of the house so no one can see the van as it is behind the house.

The driver gets out and opens the van door upon stopping. The man with the gun steps out first and then motions for Jennifer to do the same. The two men stand close to the van's door, prepared for anything the young woman may try.

Able to think a bit more, Jennifer does consider not coming out of the van. She knows whatever they have planned isn't going to be good for her, so maybe her best course of action is for them to have to drag her kicking and screaming out.

What makes Jennifer finally crawl out is when the man cocks his gun. She knows that he most likely wouldn't fire as a gunshot in this neighborhood would make someone call the police, but this doesn't really help her much as it would take one bullet to end her. This is enough motivation to stuff her courage down and do as they want.

As Jennifer crawls out, she can't help but notice how she feels. She is beyond terrified and doesn't know if these are her last moments on earth, but something about it feels...new. Never has she felt so helpless and dominated before. And despite how horrible it all is, she ponders how the feeling isn't all bad.

Looking around once she is out of the van, Jennifer sees the back of the house and the entrance to the backyard, nothing else. There's no view of the neighbor's house thanks to trees and bushes.

Jennifer knows that screaming for help probably wouldn't do anything as she is no doubt too hidden for anyone to be able to find her if she did scream. If someone did happen to hear her, they would have no clue what house she is at, or if it was some bad joke.

The driver leads the way into the house with Jennifer having to follow behind him. Behind her is the man with the gun, making sure she does as she is told. They walk into the house where Jennifer can't tell if this is their house, or if they are squatting. The place has some furniture, but not a lot. Almost like someone was moving in but stopped suddenly. She wonders if they found a house for sale and broke in.

"Nooooo," Jennifer whines and even tries to turn and run when they lead her to a bedroom. It's a large bedroom with a single bed in it and a camcorder, nothing else.

The man with the gun was ready for her reaction, grabbing her before she even finishes turning and roughly pushing her into the room. As Jennifer is very small, she is flung into the room forcefully. There she hits the bed and falls over it.

Sitting up at once, Jennifer looks at the two men. One closes the door while the other moves to the side as if cutting off her route. There she just stares at them, her breathing fast and hard. Tense and on edge, Jennifer looks between the two, clearly trying to pick the best course of action which is either to try and run or fight.

The driver proceeds to remove his hat to show his face. Doing this allows Jennifer to see all of his face as the man isn't worried about her being able to identify him. This small fact scares Jennifer as it makes her wonder why he isn't scared of being identified but his partner is.

"Spread your legs," the driver tells Jennifer.

Jennifer's mouth drops open at hearing this. A part of her knew that the most likely reason they are doing this was to rape her. But now that is confirmed it takes on a life of its own. It causes the helpless and dominating feelings to return but amplified due to her fear.

Pouting, Jennifer spreads her legs as she sits on the edge of the bed. The short length of fabric of her cocktail dress rides up her thighs as she does this, exposing more and more of her legs and thighs. Jennifer keeps spreading her legs, doing this until there's just a slight burn in her thighs as her purple panties can be clearly seen and enjoyed by the two men.

Jennifer places her hands to her face as she feels a great deal of humiliation and embarrassment at having to do something so lewd. But the tears that come are not from the fear of the situation nor the humiliating knowledge that they are about to rape her. Instead her tears come from the wild burst of arousal she feels.

The arousal she feels is unlike any type she has ever had before. It's a dark arousal, born from humiliation and degradation. To make it even more maddening, Jennifer can't tell if it is due to having to expose her panties, at the knowledge of what's about to happen or at the thought that these two have kidnapped her. It makes her feel ashamed that she could be feeling something so...pleasant...at such a horrible time.

"Please...don't do this," Jennifer manages to squeak out, her voice trembling badly as her legs are kept open. She then notices the red light on the camcorder, letting her know it is recording her right now, seeing her in this lewd pose.

Jennifer keeps on pouting at all that she feels. These powerful emotions make her entire body react as a tingly arousal moves over her like water in a shower. This makes her tremble uncontrollably where the anticipation of what's to happen grows.

"Put your hands behind your head," the man with the gun orders. He tucks the gun into the back of his pants which oddly gives Jennifer comfort. Almost as if the saying is true, "out of sight, out of mind."

Hearing the command makes Jennifer feel very conflicted as she wants to do what she is told, but knows it is wrong. The reason why she wants to do it isn't to comply with what they want to save her life, but because it feeds into that dark arousal. Having to do that would surely make her feel even more dominated and humiliated, which would send another wave of arousal over her.

Jennifer knows she shouldn't want to do it, nor even think about it. That the right thing to do is fight with all of her might and never enjoy any bit of it. But something inside her won't let her do that.

With a loud, quivering whimper, the eighteen-year-old woman lifts her trembling hands upward, placing them behind her head. On purpose she pushes her elbows out which makes her arch her back, pushing her chest forward. When she does this, she gets another surge of humiliation as she feels how hard her nipples are as they rub against the dress due to her not wearing a bra. If it wasn't for the dark fabric, her hard nipples would no doubt be easily seen by the two men through her dress.

"P-P-P-P-Please," Jennifer whimpers again, finding that this time the plead sounds rather fake, unlike before. Something about sitting with her legs spread, her chest pushed out and her arms behind her head makes her feel under a microscope.

The driver doesn't say anything as he takes a few steps to move to Jennifer. He does this rather quickly, moving so fast she doesn't have time to react.

Everything happens so fast for Jennifer that she doesn't even have time to react when he grabs the front of her dress and yanks down. He does this hard and fast, pulling the fabric down roughly, the fabric scraping her bare skin.

Finally able to feel what's happened, Jennifer yelps and gets wide eyed. With her body tensing up and her staring at the driver, she knows that her breasts are now exposed, fully. More than that, she feels the top half of her pooling around her stomach, leaving her topless.

Red faced and nearly out of breath, Jennifer looks down to see her F cup breasts fully exposed, hard nipples and all. The sight of them jiggling with her fast breathing causes her to get dizzy for a moment as a feeling of unreality hits her at this happening. Never in her life did she think she would see such a sight.

It's the man with the gun's turn to move now. He steps forward and kneels down between Jennifer's legs, his face becoming on the same level as Jennifer's bare breasts. Jennifer sees him do this, but in her stunned state can't move or do anything about it.

"Nooooooo," Jennifer whines as the man places his face between her breasts and sloppily motorboats her. He does this loud and sloppily, his head shaking as he hits one breast and then the other over and over.

This causes Jennifer a great amount of humiliation as she feels his lips and tongue darting all over her warm skin. She feels his facial hair rubbing against her, just as she feels her breasts shaking from the movement. The feeling of it builds and builds as none of her lovers have ever done something so crass before to her.

The driver laughs at what his friend is doing, humiliating Jennifer even more as she is continually motorboated. Feeling overwhelmed by her own arousal and humiliation, Jennifer looks down at the man between her breasts just in time to see him look up at her. His eyes lock on to hers as his mouth moves to her left nipple. There he takes it in his mouth, sucking on it hard with a sloppy sucking sound.

"Noooo, stoppppp," Jennifer begs as the man now grabs both of her breasts, holding one in each hand. He squeezes and gropes them harshly, squeezing to the point of leaving bruises while she is made to keep her arms up.

Jennifer feels her face get warm as the man starts to lift both of her breasts, only to drop them. This causes both to bounce down and jiggle for a moment, making her feel as if her chest is a toy for the bastard. The man notices the effect it has on her as he begins to laugh when he does this again, and again.

The laughter and playing of her tits causes the dark arousal inside Jennifer to go beyond touch or sound. It seems to go directly into her heart and soul, pumping her with a helpless, pathetic feeling which makes her womanhood start to tingle hard.

"You got to be kidding me!" Jennifer nearly screams as the other man has moved forward and kneeled as well, taking her right nipple in his mouth as the other takes her left. The two men suck on her nipples at the same time, both sucking as hard as they can. This causes Jennifer a lot of pain but also a great deal of pleasure, making her do a weird sort of moaning cry.

In what is the most humiliating moment of her life, the two men glance at each other, then start to suck on her boobs as if they were babies. In a practiced move, the men grab their boob with both hands, then make a comical sucking motion like a newborn would. At the same moment they both look up at Jennifer and say in a comical voice, "Mama," and then laugh hard.

"Fucking assholes," Jennifer pouts, tears running down her face. The humiliation and arousal seem to merge now with her unable to tell either apart. Being mocked for having larger breasts was never something Jennifer had to experience before, so it leaves a powerful lasting effect.

"Wait!" Jennifer yells as the two men suddenly grab her arms. She was so busy squirming from her arousal that she didn't notice the two moving to grab a wrist. Using their strength they easily pull her down the small bed, laying her down on it.

"NO! NO!" Jennifer begs and tries to pull her hands from them when she sees each man has handcuffs. But the full-grown men easily cuff her wrists to the headboard, effectively trapping her arms in a spread-out position. These are real handcuffs too as they feel very heavy to Jennifer.

"This can't be happening!" Jennifer cries out in disbelief. Never in her life did she think anything like this could happen. That she would be cuffed on a bed, her tits exposed and abused to two strangers.

Jennifer then feels hands reach under the dress where they grab the waistband of her panties. Feeling this makes her stop where she stares downward. There she sees the driver between her legs, his hands grabbing her panties.

"Your pussyyyyy," the man mockingly moans, then begins to pull her panties down.

Instead of kicking and struggling, Jennifer stays still and calm as her panties are moved down her bare legs. The smooth fabric rolls down her thighs, past her knees and over her feet, exposing her most precious body part to them.

Feeling very warm, as if she is in the midst of a hot tub, Jennifer sees her bare pussy as she is laid on the bed. Sees it come to view as she lays on this strange bed in this strange house where two strange men see it.

The warmth grows as she sees her naked tits and pussy, all exposed and helpless for the men. These two dangerous and scary men. These two dangerous and scary men that have made her completely helpless.

"Spread your legs, whore," the man who had the gun orders. He, like the driver, stands at the foot of the bed, waiting for her to do this. Waiting to see her womanhood in all its glory.

The driver holds her panties in his hand where he sniffs them in a lewd manner, which causes Jennifer to groan. This seems to cement the thought that her body is just a toy for them. That she isn't even given the dignity of being a human being.

"Show us your pussy. Keep it out and exposed. Don't ever close your legs," the driver tells Jennifer, after he pockets her panties.

Feeling very dominated and aroused, Jennifer spreads her legs. She does it slowly, loving the feeling this is producing even if it makes her ashamed. Her soul feels overwhelmed by the dark arousal, making her body quiver. She tries to come to terms with loving how the two men stare at her, their passion so strong it is almost physical.

Before she knows it, Jennifer has spread her legs to the sides of the bed. Doing this opens up her sex, giving the men all the view they could want. She even feels her pussy lips part open, making it even more of a show.

"W-Wait, p-p-please," Jennifer begs as the driver kneels down, moving between her legs. Her plead is cut off when the man who had the gun climbs on top of the bed. There he climbs over her small body, mounting and straddling her stomach.

"Suck my cock, whore," the man who had the gun demands as he kneels on her stomach. At this he opens his pants and pulls down the zipper, meaning to pull his cock out.

"NO!" Jennifer begs, trying to move as he exposes himself. But the man pulls his cock out so it becomes the only thing Jennifer can focus on. On purpose he lets it hang out, letting it lay between her breasts. There Jennifer stares at it, feeling the warmth of it on her skin.