Erin walked from her class with a wide smile on her face. Her professor had just finished telling her that her thesis was one of the best he's ever read, and she was on a high. The cool brisk air refreshed her as she left the building. It was dark outside, but the lights in the parking lot lit her way to her car. Erin was thrilled and could hardly wait to get home and share her good news with her boyfriend.
She walked across the parking lot to her old battered Toyota, one of the few cars left in the parking lot. Erin pushed her long curly hair from her face as she dug for the keys in her purse. She growled as she saw that some asshole had parked his van very close to her car. Looking around she saw no one in sight so, deciding that the asshole needed to learn a lesson she did something very unladylike. Hawking deeply, Erin let fly with a big glob of spittle. She smiled as it landed on the back tinted window and slowly left a long streak as it ran down.
"Teach you to park better next time." she muttered to herself.
She reached down and inserted her keys into the lock on the drivers side, all the while thinking about opening her door a little too far and slamming it into the van. She knew it could do little to no damage to her beater, but it would drive the owner of the van nuts.
Just as the Toyota's door unlocked the van's side door opened up and strong arms circled her, one around her waist and another higher around her neck. She felt herself being lifted off the ground and suddenly found herself flying through the air to slam painfully into the van, her head striking the hard inside wall of the van. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was the side door slowly closing.
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The first thing Erin felt was cold. It felt as though the night air was running over her naked skin. Which can't be right, she thought. Then she remembered. The big arms around her, lifting her and tossing her into the van. Erin tried to move her hands but found that she couldn't. What she had at first thought of as just dark she quickly realized was actually a blindfold. Though she couldn't see, something hard and cold bit into her wrists. Her head ached from colliding with the side of the van, but Erin noticed a new ache as her head cleared up.
Both of her nipples were very sore, painfully so. She had no idea why. As she tried to move, searing pain brought her struggles to an end. She held very still and waited until the pain subsided to a more reasonable level. She lay there and tried to mentally picture how things must look.
She was obviously on her back, probably still in the van. Erin could feel the hard wooden floor under her. Her hands were handcuffed above her head. When she tried to stretch out her legs she couldn't, so she figured her feet must be tied to the floor somehow. The coolness extended to her crotch, and by the way her legs felt positioned she knew that she was spread wide open. Once more she tried to move, this time slowly, and as she brought her legs together she felt the pressure and pain in her nipples slowly increase.
Erin spread her legs back open wide and the pain lessened. It didn't disappear, just wasn't as strong. She stayed still for several moments trying to think out her situation when it slowly became evident that she wasn't alone in the van.
"What do you want with me?" Erin asked, ashamed of the slight waver in her voice as she tried to sound confident.
She wasn't prepared for the sudden violation as a thick finger forced itself quickly up inside her dry pussy. She grunted in pain and tried to close her legs against the assault, forgetting about the fiendish setup she found herself in. Erin didn't even get her legs halfway closed before the searing pain forced them back open. She shrieked loudly and quickly found something soft and slightly damp pushed into her open mouth.
Erin could hardly imagine what was happening to her. She was a good girl. She was nearly a college graduate. When she drank, it was one or two beers, she had never done drugs, and she had a steady boyfriend. She didn't sleep around, got excellent grades and even volunteered what little free time she had to offer. Why did she deserve this?
Tears started forming in her eyes and were quickly soaked up by the blindfold. The finger abruptly left her pussy and the person with her got up. She couldn't see who it was as it passed by her, but by the way the van moved she could tell it was large.
Must be a man, Erin thought to herself. A very large man.
Suddenly she heard the van start up and begin to move. It backed up slowly and then they were driving. As they drove Erin tried to work the cloth from her mouth with her tongue. It tasted strangely familiar to her, until she realized what it was.
The fucker stuck my own panties in my mouth. Erin began to get angry at her attacker.
As she took in her situation though, that anger slowly dissipated to be replaced with fear. If all this guy wanted was to rape her, he could have done so already and left her behind. To go through all the work of setting this up, which was obviously well planned out, must mean he wanted much more. Why did he want her?
They drove for what seemed like hours, at times Erin was rolled around the back of the van. Pain shot through her wrists and ankles as she was tossed around the back of the van, but especially in her nipples. They were extremely sensitive anyway, and this extended assault was taking its toll on them. Erin was also ashamed to feel herself start to get slightly aroused from the pain. That realization brought fresh tears and even some sobs broke through her carefully made mask of calm. Erin heard a brief chuckle from the driver's seat of the van as a particularly loud sob broke free.
As they drove Erin wondered where they were going. The hypnotic drone of the wheels on the pavement changed tone and the road became a lot rougher. Soon she was bouncing and rolling with a lot more regularity. Then they finally stopped.
