This is my story and is also published elsewhere.
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I'm still not sure exactly how it happened. It seemed so quick. One minute I had put the last of my groceries into the back of the car, and the next thing I know there's a bag over my head and I'm on my face in the back of a van (well, it wasn't a seat...it was more like a blanket on a floor, so didn't it have to be a van?) with somebody ziptieing my hands behind my back. In hindsight I think he must have smacked the side of my head to stun me, because I was too much in shock to make a sound.
Hands reached under the mask and secured a gag between my teeth, which made me realize I should be screaming... but it was too late. I could feel my bound wrists being connected to something, and I heard my abductor moving. I heard the engine start, and the next thing I knew, we were moving. He hadn't spoken a word... I hadn't seen a face... No threats, no conversations, I was just being taken somewhere. Why? What did he want? Or was it "they?" I really had no idea what was going on.
It occurred to me that I should be trying to track our turns and the time to figure out where I was being taken, but by then I had already missed a few. I had no idea where we were. I felt myself panicking, but I realized there was nothing I could do so I tried to control my breathing. I didn't know how well the cloth over my head was allowing air in, but it seemed hot and humid. Probably that helped prevent me from hyperventilating.
But what was going on? Why would anybody want to grab me like this? We certainly don't have money for a random. I don't have any enemies that I know of. My husband is going to be worried if I'm too late getting home. Finally the van stopped... somewhere.
"You can make all the noise you want," a male voice said. I really couldn't tell anything from the voice. He could be young or old, white or black. "Nobody can hear you here." I heard the driver get out and close the door. Then the side door opened. "Well, now, let's see what we have here."
I heard a zipper and thought, Oh no, is this a rape? I heard some rustling noises, and then a snap?!? "Your driver's license says your name is Tiffani. Let's be clear, girl, I really don't care who you are. But I do need you to know that I just took a picture of your driver's license, so I know where you live. You don't want me to know that."
I felt something cool press against my hand. "Thank you for giving me the fingerprint to unlock your phone. Now I'm sending myself the contact info for everyone with your last name. I'm sure one of these is a husband, and the others are probably kids and in-laws. You don't want me to get in touch with them, either. Oh fantastic, here is a church. I'll send that one, too. Now let's just see... sure enough, you saved your Facebook password so I can get in to that, too. Okay, that should be enough.
"Now, cunt, let's be clear. If you give me a hard time, or if you even think of reporting this, I will ruin you. Now as long as you never see my face, you can leave this unhurt. But if you try to take that mask off, I will have to make sure you can't possibly turn me in. Got it?"
I was so afraid that I was shaking. He was threatening my whole family! What did he want, and how could I get out of this? What should I do?
WHAP! I felt an incredibly sharp blow on my bottom.
"I asked you question, cunt! Do you understand that you have everything to lose if you give me a hard time in any way?"
"Yes," I tried to say through the gag, nodding my head.
"Alright, I'm going to take your gag off. Just remember that it's up to you whether you leave her okay or not."
I felt the gag being removed, and between that and the loosening of the cloth over my head I was able to take in some deep, cool breaths that helped clear my head.
"Now, let's get you better arranged. I'm going to cut the zip tie holding your wrists together, but one of our wrists is still attached to the van do don't get any big ideas." I felt the tie being cut, and the relief on my shoulders was immediate. He pulled my feet so I rolled onto my stomach and my tied hand was up by my head in a much more comfortable position. I felt myself relax a little at the relief from the pain.
"So here's what's going to happen, cunt. I woke up horny this morning. Now I don't spend money on date and dinners and movies hoping to get lucky. I fuck who I want, when I want. I parked at the grocery store, waiting for the right bitch to park beside me. When I saw your red hair coming up beside me, I knew you were the one I was going to take."
Oh, God, no. I've always tried to be such a good girl. I mean, maybe my husband and I have done a few little things to keep things spicy, but I've never cheated on him.
I felt him pull my shoe off, and I jerked my feet up and shouted, "No!"
WHAP! My bottom was on fire! This guy was strong, and he wasn't kidding.
"It's fine with me if you want to do it the hard way, cunt. I love watching your ass shake when I slap it. But it won't change what's happening. You're going to get fucked. The only question is how much you get hurt in the process. Now, are you going to keep fighting me?"
What's the point? There's nothing I can do to stop him. I know people tell you to just relax and let it happen, but doesn't that mean I'm part of letting it happen? Doesn't that mean I'm guilty too?
WHAP! "AAAAAAH!" I couldn't help crying out. Slowly I lowered my feet to where they had been.
"Smart move, cunt," he said as he removed my other shoe. "Now, let's see how red I've made that ass so far."
I felt his hands lift my blouse and grip the elastic at the top of my leggings. I found myself wishing I had worn something with a lot of zippers and snaps and anything else that would make them hard to remove. I could feel my cheeks turning hot with shame as the waistband was pulled below my bottom and I knew I was exposed to his eyes. I felt a cool breeze, and realized the side door was still open. Oh, please, let there not be anybody around to see me like this.
"Ha ha, I can see my handprints on your ass. I like that."
I heard a click, and recognized the sound. He just took a picture of my naked bottom! "Oh, please, don't take pictures."
"I'm just adding you to my scrapbook, cunt. Do you think your family will recognize the red hair sticking out of your hood and the wedding ring on your finger?"
"No, you said you wouldn't if I didn't fight you!"
"Then stop giving me lip about pictures, cunt! These are for the scrapbook of all the cunts I've raped, but they're also my insurance policy so you don't decide to do anything stupid when I let you go. Now close your eyes tightly. I'm going to reach under your hood and tie a blindfold over your eyes. I want to take the hood off so your face is recognizable in the rest of the pictures I take. If I have to use these pictures I want to be sure they do their job."
I briefly thought of trying to get a good look at him, but decided it was safer to be able to tell him that I could never identify him to the police. I kept my eyes tightly shut as I felt the blindfold secured over my eyes and the hood removed.
"Now, turn your head to the other side so I can see you better." Click... another picture showing my face and bare bottom.He grabbed the waistband of my leggings again, and pulled them down my legs and off. I felt so exposed, and vulnerable.
"That's better. Now spread your legs a little for me. What do you know, I thought all bitches shaved these days. Nice pubes."
My face burned with shame. No one but my doctor had ever looked at these parts of my body. And he was no gentleman. This wasn't tender and loving like it was supposed to be. He was so crude. Whatever he looked like, this was not a man I would ever allow to see me like this. I felt him raise the back of my top.
"A sports bra, good. That makes things easier." He pushed the bottom of my bra up as far as he could while I was laying on my chest. "Now turn over."
"Please, no." I was surprised at how small my voice sounded, as it cracked.
WHAP! "NOOOOOOOOO!" That couldn't be his hand. Was it a belt?
WHAP! "OKAY!" I shouted. My tears were flowing freely as I slowly managed to turn over. Click! Click! Click! He was taking pictures of me with my pubic area totally uncovered. I was more ashamed than I thought I could possibly face.
"Now lets get those jugs uncovered." He lifted under my sports bra and pushed it up, completely exposing my breasts. Click! Click! "Damn, how many kids have you had?"
Oh, please, isn't it enough that you're doing this? I know that I'm no teenager any more.