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Gina's Abduction Ch. 01

By: nadia877



Mary walked by Gina's office at 5:15pm and paused in her doorway "Dear God Gina, you have been here since 6:00am! It's Friday night, go home would ya? Live a little!"

Gina looked up from her computer and smiled warmly, "I just need to wrap a couple things up Mary, I promise I will go home soon." Gina felt a subtle blush filling her cheeks as she looked at her boss, wondering what she would think if she knew that the window behind the spreadsheet on her computer screen was a telnet terminal filled with the text of her latest online adventure in BDSM on an adult Talker she frequented. She shifted slightly in her chair, fully aware of the wetness between her legs and wondering if the smell of her arousal was really filling her office, or if her imagination was playing tricks on her.

Mary sighed softly as she shifted her computer bag from one hand to the other. "Very well, just make sure Vern walks you out to your car, I don't like you walking out without anyone this late, understood?"

Gina nodded and smiled to her boss. "I know, I will, thanks for looking out for me." As Mary turned and walked away Gina thought about Vern, the night security guard who 80 years old if he was a day, and very slight of build. She chuckled to herself knowing if she was to be attacked in the parking lot, Vern would be no help. Plus, he always walked a few steps behind her, claiming to be watching for potentially dangerous situations around her, yet she could always feels his eyes fixated on her rear as she walked. No, Vern would not get the pleasure of accompanying her to the car tonight.

Gina switched back to the black and white telnet screen and apologized to BigDomUSA, this afternoon's online partner of choice, for the interruption. He had paid her well for her online services today, and she hated leaving him for 2 minutes while she talked to her boss. Now he was idle, apparently distracted by "real life" matters as well. She read back through the scene and shivered slightly at the predicament she was in, naked and bound on her back with her wrists and ankles tied to the two bedposts at the head of the bed. The awkward position placed her knees along side of her head and her ass and sex high in the air with her body weight being supported by her shoulders and upper back. 

She scrolled back through the text as BigDomUSA idled, blushing as she read through the part of their chat when he ordered her in real life to go to the bathroom next to her office and remove her panties. She remembered how she felt as she clenched her balled up panties tight in her hand, her heart pounding with nervous excitement as she walked out of the bathroom toward the fax machine, following BigDomUSA's commands precisely. With a deep breath she had picked up a blank piece of paper and dropped her wet panties into the recycle bin by the fax, on top of all the confirmation reports. She had moved swiftly back to her office, relieved that none of her coworkers had seen her little deposit. 

A few minutes later she felt a wave of humiliation rush through her body as she heard the whispering and then laughter of a few of her male coworkers by the fax machine. She watched as they rushed by her office, snickering like schoolboys as they went out to the smoking area by the lunchroom. Stepping into the lunchroom to buy a Coke, she looked through the large windows to see Robert closing the trunk of his car and shaking his head, laughing with his buddies as they smoked. She knew her panties, dripping wet and scented with her musky arousal, were now securely in her coworker's trunk. 

As she hurried back to her office, she wondered if Robert and his friends suspected the panties were her's. She realized that her tight skirt would reveal to anyone who looked closely that she was not wearing panties and she made a mental note that she would not leave her office for the rest of the day unless she absolutely had to, at least until Robert and his friends were gone. They would most certainly be looking closely at the butts of their female coworkers, trying to discover whose panties they had found in the recycle bin!

Gina jumped out of her semi conscious dream state and sighed, seeing that BigDomUSA had idled out and was logged off the telnet talker. She knew it was her fault that he had lost interest and she made a note to give him a 30 minute scene for free the next time he wanted to use her online. Such was the duty of the online "Virtual" whore. She smiled politely to the cute young cleaning crew member as he stepped into her office to empty her trash can. "Thanks Dan'" she said, staring at the name tag on his shirt.

"No problem Ma'am, looks like you are one of the last ones here again tonight."

It was true that she was often at the office late, not working as much as playing on line and chatting on her favorite talkers. Her home life was nice, but her husband didn't understand her obsession with chatting on line. Though he enjoyed how excited the chat would make her, and how intense their lovemaking would be after she had been online for hours, he couldn't help feeling inadequate in some way, like he was failing to fulfill her sexual needs.

But this time she was not staying at the office to avoid going home. No, this time she was killing some time before heading off to meet Janine at Phil's, a local bar just down the street from her office. Janine was one of Gina's best friends from high school. They hadn't seen each other much since they both married a couple years back, so Gina jumped at the chance to get together with her for a weekend of R&R at Janine's beach house. They had been emailing back and forth for months, excitedly planning their girl's get away weekend.

Their last email exchange at 3:30pm included cc's to Gina's husband Mark, as they made plans for him to pick up her car at Phil's so it wouldn't sit in the parking lot all weekend. Every last detail was in place. Gina would meet Janine at Phil's around 6:15pm, they would have some wings and a couple drinks before heading east to the beach around 7:00pm, after the worst of the shore bound traffic had died down. Mark would be out with friends Friday night, and someone would drop him off at Phil's to pick up Gina's car later in the evening. The email volley ended with Janine thanking Mark for giving up his wife for the weekend, reminding him to bring his spare keys for Gina's car and promising to have his wife home by Midnight Sunday night.

As Gina walked from her office to her car just after 6:00pm, she was full of excitement, looking forward to the weekend with Janine. She giggled to herself, thinking about her panties in Robert's trunk and she couldn't wait to tell Janine about the recent online sessions with BigDomUSA. She had no idea how her life was about to change.

Gina's Abduction Ch. 02



Chapter 2 IT Support 

Eric Thomas stared at his computer screen in disbelief. He squinted as he pushed his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose for the 50th time in the past hour. His heart raced as he took short, shallow breaths, rubbing his acne scarred chin idly and doing his best to stay calm as he monitored the email and telnet chats of Gina McLaughlin. He had been watching her online activities for weeks, building a log of data with which to blackmail her. He had been working in the computer room for 10 years and he had often supplemented his income by blackmailing employees.

Typically it was the mid level executive who closed their door and surfed porn on their lunch hour. The more intense and "unique" the surfing, the more Eric would ask for to keep quiet. Basic vanilla porn might be shoved under the carpet for a couple grand, but kinkier tastes led to much higher payments as employees feared not only their jobs but the exposure of their fetishes to their friends, families and spouses. He thought he had seen it all until one day a few weeks back when Gina called him with a computer problem.

"Arghhh, these computers suck! When the hell are you going to upgrade my machine Eric?"

"Relax Mrs. McLaughlin," Eric calmly requested of the irate coworker, "what seems to be the problem?"

"My damn computer keeps freezing every time I open this spreadsheet to update it. I have tried everything; even Control-Alt-Delete won't unfreeze it."

"It's ok Mrs. McLaughlin, you will see a flash on your screen as I access your machine so I can see what is going on"

"But..." Gina started to protest, then stopped, realizing it was too late. She knew she had a telnet window open to the BDSM themed talker where she served clients as a virtual credit whore, but she was pretty sure she had ended her session before the computer locked on her.

"Hmmmm, looks like you are over loading the machine with all these open windows. Maybe you do need a faster, more powerful computer. Email, documents, 4 spreadsheet windows, a database, a browser, and a telnet window, hmmm, that's odd, looks like some kind of text based adult chat site?"

"That popped up on its own," Gina exclaimed nervously, "when I was doing research on the Internet earlier. I hate that, can't you set my computer so it will not allow those popup windows?"

"Ahh, the pop up window claims another victim?" Eric asked sarcastically. He had never liked Gina, or more accurately, he had never liked her attitude. Ever since she was rapidly promoted within the marketing company, even while she was still in school, she had exuded confidence and superiority. She seemed nice enough to her peers and superiors, and most of her subordinates, but she had always given Eric the cold shoulder. Eric thought back a few years to the time she had laughed at him for asking her out, before he knew she was engaged to be married.

"Looks that way," Gina quipped into the phone, "can you just fix it please?"

"Sure thing Mrs. McLaughlin, you should be good to go now." Eric hung up the phone and smiled as he initiated a private password protected log to track every one of Gina's activities while logged on to her computer. The logs had been entertaining and enlightening to say the least. He couldn't believe that such a proper, professional woman would have such twisted and dark BDSM fantasies. As she played out her online fantasies, Eric realized he had stumbled onto something that could make him a fortune. What had began as a simple blackmail opportunity had become much more for Eric. As the week unfolded, he had been in touch with people who would pay him handsomely for information about a woman like Gina, while ensuring his ultimate revenge on the woman who laughed at his simple request for a date.

Now it was Friday afternoon, 4:00pm. Eric clocked out at the time clock and casually picked up one of the spare cell phones in a bin by the door before stepping outside. Eric opened the cell phone and lit a cigarette, walking away from the building to the far end of the parking lot, far from the ears of his curious coworkers. He dialed a number he had been given by a friend of a friend years ago for exactly this kind of situation. His fingers trembled as he pressed 'send' to complete the call.

"Hello, I was told to call you if I ever had an opportunity that suited your particular needs, I called earlier today and was given code #23GR65T4... yes, I understand, I can assure you, this is fool proof. I understand I am betting my life on it!" As Eric's voice wavered slightly, he was put on hold and transferred to the "boss." The man introduced himself as Ricardo and thanked Eric for his information, they talked about details and times and Eric nodded slowly, "Yes, I understand, I will send the email now. I can assure you Janine will think the email is from her friend Gina. I will look forward to meeting you one day. I will pick up the $500k tonight at a place you direct me to go once the package is secure, and I will collect the remainder of my million dollars in a few months, when her training is complete. And Ricardo, may I have a night with her at that time?" Eric nodded and smiled, a bulge stirring in his pants as he said "Thank You Ricardo" and hung up the phone.

Eric threw the cigarette butt on the ground and went back inside, slipping the cell phone back into the bin of spare phones and removing a different phone to use later. He sat down at his terminal and accessed Gina's computer using a "Guest Admin" logon, knowing the police would likely be searching for clues to her disappearance in the coming days. He knew she had a short 15 minute meeting at 4:15pm on Fridays to wrap up the weeks activities, and as expected he saw no activity on her computer starting at 4:14pm. Eric accessed Gina's email remotely and wrote an email to Janine from her account:

"Janine, I am so sorry! Mark's Uncle is in the hospital, he had a major heart attack last night. We are going to drive down to DC tonight and spend the weekend with his family. Mark is picking me up now so I am logging off for the night. I will call you when we get back late Sunday night, or Monday morning. FYI, I left my cell phone at home this morning, so don't bother calling. I feel so bad about this, I promise I will make it up to you! Have fun at the beach!"

As Eric clicked "send" he knew that he had just given Ricardo ample time to execute his plan. Gina would not be missed for days and when she was discovered to be missing, it would be too late to help her. He logged out of her computer after permanently deleting the email from her "sent" folder. He walked out to the smoking lounge and checked his watch, 4:30pm, perfect he thought to himself as he lit a cigarette and waited for his friend Robert to be done.

It was just a few short minutes before Robert came bounding out the door, full of the energy that comes at quitting time on a Friday afternoon, "Eric my man, where ya wanna go for drinks?"

Eric snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray and smiled "how about hangin' at Phil's for a few hours, then play it by ear from there?"

Robert nodded in agreement "Yeah man, sounds cool. Should be some nice tail there too. Wait 'til I tell you what I found in the recycle bin by the fax today dude!"

Eric listened to Robert's story about the wet panties he found in the recycle bin, acting shocked by the discovery and impressed by Robert's theories on how they got there and who had worn them. Not once did he guess correctly that Gina McLaughlin, the slightly prudish supervisor in the office by the fax room, placed them there based on instructions from an online lover. They got in their cars and drove separately to Phil's, parking and going inside just before the 5:00pm rush. He smiled to himself as her pondered what was in store for the 26 year old supervisor who had laughed at him when he asked for a date years ago.



Gina's Abduction Ch. 03



Gina checked her email one last time at 6:00pm before shutting her computer down for the night. She hadn't received any email since 4:15 when she went to her Friday afternoon meeting, but she wasn't surprised. She assumed it was just another summertime Friday night where most clients and coworkers leave early to head to the beach. She had no idea that Eric had pointed her email to a storage server while maintenance was being performed. Had he failed to do this, she would have been quite suspicious of Janine's "You Suck. :-), see you next week" email in response to her weekend cancellation.

She locked her laptop in the bottom drawer of her desk knowing that she would not be using it all weekend long. As she walked out of her office she called "Hello, anyone still here?" before turning off the last of the overhead lights. Walking out the kitchen door toward the back parking lot she took a deep breath, savoring the taste of freedom knowing she didn't need to be back at the office for 62 hours. She opened a pack of Marlboro Lights and threw the cellophane and foil in the trash can by the door.

Gina giggled to herself as she pulled a cigarette from the pack and flipped it over, slipping it back in. "Lucky cigarette," she said out loud, "won't get to this one until tomorrow!" She slipped one of the other 19 cigarettes from the pack and lit it with a match, drawing the toxic air deep into her lungs. As she inhaled the smoke, she let loose a small cough and thought to herself that although it was fun to smoke occasionally, she was glad she had quit a few years ago when she and Mark got married. 

She strolled to her car slowly, enjoying the cigarette and not wanting her husband to pick up a car that smelled of smoke. As she approached her car a dark blue Chevy Caprice pulled up beside her. She noticed the antennae on the back of the car and assumed it was a police car, though she found the dark tinted windows a bit odd. The driver's window rolled down and a middle aged man asked "Gina McLaughlin?"

She looked at the strange man and took a couple steps toward her car, unlocking the doors with the remote. "Yes, my name is Gina, who are you?"

The man held an official looking badge out his window and identified himself as Detective Patrick O'Malley of the Pennsylvania State Organized Crime Task Force. Gina nodded, having assumed the car was a government vehicle. "Hello," Gina replied as she took a drag off her cigarette, "How do you know my name, and what do you need?"

"Mrs. McLaughlin, we have no time to waste, we can tell you that your friend Janine has been kidnapped just 90 minutes ago. We have reason to believe that her captors also intend to kidnap you when you park at Phil's in 5 minutes. We discovered that her plans with you were clearly outlined in your emails back and forth and we feel her captors were confident that your weekend away would give them time to secure the two of you before you were missed."

As the Detective explained the situation, a professionally dressed woman emerged from the back of the car and walked to Gina, extending her hand. "Hello, I am Special Agent Colleen Flynn. I will be your body double for the evening. It is our hope that I will be kidnapped by Janine's captors after parking your car at Phil's. They will assume that I am you and they will take me to the location where they are holding Janine." Ms Flynn lifted her tongue to reveal a shiny metal disc in her mouth. This transponder will lead Detective O'Malley to me and Janine in no time. Please give me your keys Gina; I will drive your car to Phil's now.

Gina looked back and forth between the two officers and shook her head, her mouth gaping open silently allowing her cigarette to fall from her mouth to the ground by her car. In a haze, she extended her right hand and her car keys to Colleen and whispered meekly, "Please... please help Janine... she is my best friend."

Colleen took the keys and nodded "I will do my best, I promise. Please, get in the back of the cruiser, Detective O'Malley will wait here with you while you call your husband to explain the situation. Wish me luck Pat, I am off to Phil's. Don't lose me this time, ok?"

Gina nodded silently as she watched Colleen drive off in her car toward Phil's. She stepped toward the rear passenger door of the sedan and paused to look at her reflection in the window. She noticed that she could see her reflection perfectly, but could not see through the dark glass. She pulled the handle and got in the back of the car, shaking her head in shock as she looked to Detective O'Malley in the front seat and pulled her cell phone from her purse. "I just can't, I don't under..., but..." Gina stammered at she opened her phone. Detective O'Malley looked in the rearview mirror at Gina and said "Ma'am, they may be monitoring your cell phone calls. Please let me see the phone to see if they have disabled the security encrypting."

Gina paused and nodded, knowing it was better to be safe than sorry as she reached through the bars dividing the back seat from the front. Detective O'Malley smiled to himself as he saw the woman's hand extending through the bars and he reached for the phone. He turned his head to the right and in one swift motion grabbed Gina's hand and yanked it down hard. He secured her wrist in a handcuff which was attached on the other end to a bar under the seat back.

Gina shrieked as her elbow slipped through to the front seat and her shoulder was pinned against the steel bars. She slid forward from the seat to her knees on the floor of the sedan, "what the hell asshole?"

Detective O'Malley turned around swiftly and pointed his handgun straight at her head, starring deep into her eyes. She looked back at him in shock and terror, her head spinning as her heart raced in her chest. He spoke calmly yet firmly as her looked back at her.

"You will not make another sound young lady. You will speak only if asked a question. You will address me as Pat, not asshole. If you attempt to draw attention to the car by screaming, your efforts will fail, but we will kill Mark and Janine as a punishment to you. You don't want that to happen now, do you?"

Gina shook her head side to side, her mind racing as she thought of her husband and best friend and the danger she would put them in if she screamed. This was the first time she had realized that Mark might be in danger too. She looked deep into the cold eyes of the man who had handcuffed her and gasped for air, on the verge of hyperventilating. As she panted in fear, he turned away from her and released a curtain from the ceiling of the car, blocking her view forward, but more importantly ensuring that any passersby would not see her in this predicament. He placed the car in drive and drove away slowly, calmly, without saying another word.

He drove the short distance to Phil's and pulled over, parking a few blocks before the bar.

"Where are we going, what are we doing?" Gina questioned from the back of the car, biting her lip as she remembered her directive to remain silent. Pat turned his head, slipped the curtain to the side and said sternly to Gina "Shut your mouth bitch, or you will be sorry. You will have to learn to listen better. Colleen will be along shortly to explain more to you."

Gina knelt on the floor in the back seat, her arm and wrist aching as she sobbed uncontrollably with her face just inches from the strong metal bars. Why was this happening and what did they intend to do with her? Questions raced through her head until she saw Colleen approaching the back door from the side. Gina stared up at her in disbelief as she surveyed her surroundings to be sure no neighbors were watching before she opened the rear passenger side door, slipping in quickly and calmly as she sat in the seat next to Gina and closed the door

"The car is parked safely at Phil's. I was not observed exiting the vehicle this time Pat."

"That's good Colleen, you always do such nice work. I do love working with you. I will proceed to our next destination." Pat pulled out carefully and drove by Phil's, heading out of town with the first stage of his mission complete. "Is Heather in place as well?"

Colleen nodded as she replied, "Yes, Heather is in place Pat."

Gina couldn't believe her ears, they were a team, and they had worked together before. She wondered how many other people had they kidnapped, what were their motives, and who was Heather? Her head was filled with scenarios, some dark, others more mild, but all distasteful to say the least. She shifted side to side on her knees, the bars and curtain in front of her blurring through the tears in her eyes. Gradually, she turned her head to face Colleen and stared blankly at her, tears flowing down her soft cheeks.

Colleen placed her hand on Gina's shoulder and smiled at the kneeling woman. "It is good that you are comfortable kneeling, that will please your new owners greatly." She gave a quick squeeze to Gina's shoulder and looked her straight in the eye "This will certainly be a most unpleasant experience for you, but I can assure you that I will do everything I can to minimize your discomfort at all times. Pat, can you release her from the handcuff at the next red light?"

The car rolled to a stop shortly after Colleen's request and Gina felt her wrist being released from the steel cuff. She pulled her arm back through the bars and sat back in the seat, angling herself toward Colleen as she pleaded "My new owners? What do you mean, owners?"

Colleen smiled slightly and nodded understandingly, "All in good time Gina. Pat, is that the first time our prisoner has spoken without permission?"

Gina heard Pat chuckle "Nope, she is on strike two already, and we aren't even out of town yet!"

Colleen shook her head and sighed "You must do better Gina, on strike three you will regret having spoken for a long time. You must never speak unless asked a direct question. But enough of this chit-chat, I will need you to undress for me now. Remove all of your clothing and place them in this bag." Colleen reached under the front seat and produced a small plastic shopping bag, handing it to Gina.

Gina stared back in disbelief, the overall shock of her situation now numbing her completely as the word "owners" rang in her ears. "Quickly now girl," Colleen quipped, "I want all of your clothes in this bag within 1 minute, or you will pay dearly. I am not accustomed to having my orders ignored!"

Gina felt tears running down her cheeks as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a simple white lace bra. The blood rushing through her head sounded like a freight train to her as she stuffed the shirt in the bag. She took a deep breath as a powerful wave of humiliation rolled through her trembling body. She reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, pulling it off her shoulders as she felt her breasts sink from gravity's pull on their weight. They swayed freely as she leaned forward and placed the bra on top of her blouse in the bag.

Gina slowly reached behind her back and unzipped her skirt, closing her eyes and blushing a crimson red as she lifted her ass from the seat and slipped the skirt to her ankles, revealing her clean tweezed sex to Colleen's view. She thought back to the humiliation she had felt when her panties were discovered in the office trash bin and she realized that just hours ago she had no idea what true humiliation felt like.

"No panties slut?" Colleen asked sarcastically, "and a perfectly hairless cunt huh? Hey Pat, the little whore isn't wearing panties and she doesn't have a single hair on her pussy. She is going to be a popular one. The flaws we were advised of in advance are present, but they will be fixed, or at least improved in time I am sure. The poor thing needs a gym in the worst way! Are you listening Pat?"

Gina felt true terror coming over her as she heard Pat's voice from behind the curtain "Very nice, this was a wonderful tip wasn't it? Saved us from doing all the research! I need to make some turns ahead, is the little bitch blindfolded yet?"

"Not yet Pat, sorry, I was getting carried away watching the poor thing tremble." Colleen reached into the pocket behind the seat as she spoke and pulled out a blindfold, motioning with her finger for Gina to lean forward to her. She stared into Gina's frightened eyes as she slipped the blindfold onto her and secured it firmly at the back of her head. Her hands roamed to Gina's swaying breasts and she cupped them gently before pinching her nipples firmly, "You will not, under any circumstance, touch the blindfold. Do you understand?"

Gina winced and nodded quickly in her sightless world, her eyes wide open, yet darkness completely enveloped her.

"Good girl," Colleen quipped, "You could have spoken to answer, but when a gesture will do, it is preferred, until your new owners have you. They will likely want to be addressed in certain ways, but we are getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we? Now you will remove all jewelry from your body and place it in this bag." 

Colleen took a small plastic bag and guided it to Gina's hands. She watched with a feeling of total and complete control as Gina removed her class ring, her watch, a bracelet and her earrings and placed them carefully in the bag. She looked down at Gina and yelled, "everything slut, do you think you can keep that diamond engagement ring and wedding band on your finger? They are symbols of your former life. That life is gone now."

Gina felt the car rolling over bumpy roads as she placed her hands palm down on her thighs, squeezing her upper arms in a bit in an effort to control the swaying and jiggling of her unsupported breasts. She shook her head and trembled in fear, not knowing why her wedding and engagement ring had to be removed. They hadn't been off her finger for years and somehow she felt their removal would render her even more helpless than she already was.

The car turned sharply, accelerating to a speed much higher that they had gone since she had been in the car. She assumed they were getting on a highway, but she had no way to be sure which way they were going. South to Delaware, north to New Jersey, west to the center of Pennsylvania? She couldn't tell where they were going, but she knew she wanted to be somewhere else. She kept hoping that it was all a bad dream, she would wake up soon, hung over after a wild night at the beach bars with Janine

She jumped as she felt a sharp pain at her left nipple and she heard Colleen laughing "Oh dear Gina, such sensitive nipples, they will be a popular target for those who wish to torment you. You will learn to be careful about what you reveal. If some people know you have sensitive nipples, they will attack them mercilessly. It is better for you that nobody knows your weaknesses. You seem like a nice girl, and I hate to do this to you, but business is business. With that said, we will find your weaknesses and exploit them. You will feel some pressure on your right nipple now, if you move, you will regret it."

Gina felt cold metal pinching on her right nipple and she froze in fear as she felt pressure on them. Colleen spoke sternly "The pressure you feel is coming from my favorite pruning sheers. Either your rings, or your right nipple, will be removed from your body within the next 10 seconds. Your choice slut."

Gina gasped in terror as her head went light and she nearly fainted. She quickly grabbed at her rings and tried to work them loose, fearing a bump in the road could cause Colleen's hand to slip and her tender, sensitive nipple to be cut from her body. She panicked as she realized the rings were stuck at her knuckle and quickly lifted her left hand to her mouth, licking at the finger futilely with her dry mouth. She heard Colleen laughing and felt the pressure increasing on her swollen nipple. In desperation, she reached to her sex and plunged her ring finger deep inside her wet tunnel, wiggling it frantically inside her body. She sobbed in shame as she withdrew her finger with a slurp and worked the rings free with her right hand, aided by the lubrication from her wet sex. She felt around blindly for the bag and found it, dropping the rings in quickly. 

Gina's heart stopped when she felt the pressure released from her nipples and the bag removed from her hand at the same time. She felt the last of her personal possessions being taken from her as the bag was pulled from her hand and an overwhelming sense of despair seeped into her mind as she contemplated ways out of her predicament. Should she fling the car door open? If she did, would she draw attention to the car just by opening the door, or would she have to roll out into the road, naked, hoping to survive the fall and traffic? She listened to the sounds of the road and the voices of her captors, filtering through the loud ringing in her head.

Colleen smiled, "Good girl, you are learning. I love your purse Gina, is there anything important in here? By important, I mean medications that you take on a regular basis, things like that?" Gina shook her head side to side, then nodded slowly. "What is it Gina, you may speak."

Gina sobbed nervously, "Just my... my birth control pills Ma'am."

Colleen nodded and went through the purse, "Yes, I see them here. It is not up to us whether you will be allowed to use them, but that decision will be made for you. When do you typically take your pill?" As she spoke, she popped the packet open and saw that the last row of sugar pills was being used with just one left, "Hmmm, doesn't really matter until Sunday does it? Looks like you are done bleeding though, no tampon, and going without panties, you must have been done for a day or so, huh?"

Gina nodded slowly, her humiliation growing more intense as this strange woman looked through her purse and discussed her menstrual cycle so crudely and openly. Though blindfolded, she now knew the woman had examined her body closely, to know that no tampon string was visible. 

"Here's the little slut's rings and stuff Pat, she fell for the old tongs on the nipple trick just like the last one. Must really feel like garden sheers when I tell 'em that. It's a shame we can't just sell the damn jewelry ourselves, but the boss is right, the cops always look for their personal effects to show up. It is smarter to remove the stones and melt the bands down. By the way, how long 'til we get to the Doc's house?"

"Probably 45 minutes to an hour from now, why do you ask?"

"No reason really, I was just thinking a power nap might be in order." Colleen looked at Gina's naked body and smiled as she spoke "Gina, the doors only open from the outside. As you know, the windows are tinted nearly black and they do not go down. They are also bulletproof and unbreakable. The back of this car is very secure, so don't bother trying to escape, do you understand young lady?"

Gina nodded slowly, it was like Colleen was reading her mind as she tried to think of a way to escape. The words "Doc's house" rang in her head. Was she being taken to a medical Doctor for some reason, or was one of their accomplices simply nicknamed "Doc." 

She couldn't bear to think what was happening to Janine and Mark right now. Were they in other sedans, being whisked away by other kidnappers? Little did she know that Janine was driving to the beach, thinking about rescheduling with Gina for an upcoming weekend and Mark was sitting at home, watching Sports Center, waiting for his friends to pick him up and drop him off at Phil's to get Gina's car.

The plan had gone perfectly. Flawless execution meant that Gina would not be missed until she was safely removed from the area. Colleen dozed off as Gina knelt trembling, wondering what was next, still thinking of ways to escape. She had no way of knowing that this operation had been executed hundreds of times during the last 15 years, without a single failure. She had been taken into custody by the most successful white slave trading organization in the United States, ABCASP, which stands for American Bitches Caught and Sold for Profit. 




Gina's Abduction Ch. 03



The founding partners of ABCASP were four wealthy black men, a father and his three sons, who only sought to show ignorant young white women what their forefathers had endured at the hands of their arrogant slave owning relatives. All captured women shared the common bond of belonging to families that owned black slaves in nineteenth century America. After their first three captures and subsequent sales, they realized that their new hobby, designed in their minds to help right the wrong of black slavery in America, could become a truly profitable business as well. 

Since 1988, the legitimate arm of their business, had earned them a respectable $18 million profit, more than enough to provide them with their comfortable lifestyle without raising government suspicion. This paled by comparison to the over $500 million profit that ABCASP had earned, tax free, during the same period! By luck, they had stumbled onto a red hot market for white American women, and they were determined to continue to fill orders as long as demand was high.



Gina's Abduction Ch. 04



Chapter 4 Processing

Gina shifted side to side on her knees as the car rolled over the smooth highway. She heard Colleen's breath slowing and eventually heard her snoring slightly. She slowly shifted her weight to her rear and slipped her legs from beneath her, resting her feet quietly on the floor. Tears filled her eyes again as she thought about her situation and her overwhelming sense of helplessness. She kept her hands rested on her thighs to minimize the discomfort of her breasts swaying, keeping them in place with her upper arms as much as possible.

Gina's heart jumped when she heard Pat's voice for the first time in what seemed like hours. "Colleen, wake up, we are here. Just need to roll through the security gate now." She heard a window being lowered and a strange man's voice, "Good evening, how may I help you?" She heard Pat reply with one word, "McLaughlin."

"Very good sir, please proceed. The other two groups are here already, so there will likely be a bit of a wait. Please park in garage number six."

Gina felt the car moving again as her heart raced uncontrollably. She jumped as she heard Colleen's voice. "Got tired of kneeling huh? Not to worry, you will have plenty of time to get used to it." She shook visibly and listened to Colleen's voice as the car slowed to a stop. She listened carefully, sounds suddenly intensified as she tried to comprehend her situation. She heard Pat's door open and felt the car shift before hearing the door close. She listened as his footsteps echoed on the concrete as he walked around the car, opening Colleen's door as he spoke, "Better cuff the little bitch, you know how they hate to find them unrestrained." 

"Good point Pat. Gina, sit up to the edge of the seat now and place your hands at the small of your back."

"I see what you mean," Pat quipped, "her tits move beautifully but she needs to firm up the rest huh? Ehhh, I'd do her after a few beers anyhow." Pat chuckled a bit at his own crude comments.

Colleen secured the handcuffs to Gina's wrists as Pat chuckled. Her response to Pat was quick and to the point, "Pig!" 

"Yeah, that's why you love me darlin'. C'mon, let's get inside and see the others. I could really use a drink!"

Colleen stroked Gina's cheek gently and patted it playfully, "Hang in there kid, you'll be fine. Remember, resistance is futile, and any misbehavior will be met with severe punishments. I would hate to see that happen to you... I kinda like you for some reason."

Gina trembled and wept into her blindfold as she gasped for air, her nose completely clogged from crying and her throat swollen and raw. She felt the car move a bit as Colleen got out and the door closed with a loud "thud." She was alone now, just barely able to hear their footsteps trailing away, then the sound of a house door opening. She heard a high pitched woman's voice screaming for a moment before the house door was shut, leaving her in darkness and silence. Her mind raced, wondering what was happening to the woman as she tested the strength of her handcuffs in vain.

After a few minutes that seemed like hours, she heard the door opening again. She could hear two men talking as they approached the car, but she could not make out what they were saying. She heard the car door opening and she grunted as a firm hand slipped under her left armpit and guided her from the car and to her feet. She awkwardly found her center of gravity as she balanced for a moment before feeling the other man's large, calloused hand slipping under her right armpit. "Walk with us," was all the one man said as she stumbled along, having no choice but to obey his short command. She stumbled through a doorway sideways with the men nearly holding her in the air, her arms cuffed behind her still and her full breasts swaying freely side to side. Her heart sunk when she heard applause from a group of people.

Gina groaned as she was pressed back against a strong board of some sort. She winced in pain as she felt her feet being kicked apart while a strap of some kind was wrapped around her waist from behind, securing her midsection to the board firmly, just below her bound wrists. As Gina wept and gasped for air, leather cuffs were secured to her ankles and the cuffs were attached to the base eyes on the edge of a St Andrews Cross, forcing her legs to remain far apart. Two men stood in front of her and reached around her sides, attaching leather cuffs to her wrists before another man behind her removed her handcuffs. As the handcuffs were released, she felt her arms being lifted up by strong hands and out to her sides. She squirmed slightly as her wrists were secured to the upper eyehooks of the cross, completely immobilizing and exposing her.

Gina's head spun as she wondered how many people were in the room, what would they do with her, what did they want? She listened for clues but heard nothing but silence. Suddenly, the silence broke and she heard a deep voice call out, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, our newest merchandise. I would like each of you to tell me, quite briefly, what you think of her, what are your first impressions?" Gina wept as she heard many voices calling out, men and women, some complimentary, others derogatory. She wondered why she felt good about the compliments, given her situation.

"She's cute as a button, how old is she?"

"Her file says 26. Look at that hairless cunt. Smooth as a baby's bottom."

"Tummy is a bit full, hope she isn't pregnant like the last one, that was not pleasant."

"Nahhh, just a little extra pooch, with fat hanging tits like that, she is bound to have a little extra weight on her."

"Looks like some of the extra fat went to her ass and thighs. Her pussy looks fairly tight though, not bad for a bigger girl." 

"I like her ass, looks full, healthy, just needs to be firmed up a bit."

"Cute freckles too, just enough to make her attractive, not marked, our clients will like that."

"Those legs need some work, but I agree, the natural floppy tits make up for it, they will eat them up."

Gina moaned helplessly as she heard the eight different voices talking about her body like she wasn't even there. She gasped as the blindfold was removed and she squinted, realizing that bright spotlights were focused on her bound body. She heard the deep voice again "Very good, thank you for your feedback. blonde-slut and redhead-slut, please tell us what you think of your new friend, brunette-slut."

Tears flowed down Gina's face as she heard herself referred to as "brunette-slut," her heart raced as she heard two female voices meekly voicing opinions.

"She looks nice, I guess, I dunno."

"Yeah, she is ok, maybe a little chubby I guess."

The man with the deep voice spoke, "Very well, thank you both. Please, remove the spotlights from brunette-slut. Thank you!"

Gina winced as her eyes adjusted to the light being removed from her and she looked around the room. She saw another naked woman bound to a cross in front of her, wearing only a dog collar with a large number "1" hanging from it. She was a very attractive blonde, probably no older than 22 or 23. She was very thin with small firm breasts that didn't sag like hers. Her tan was perfect, which contrasted sharply with her pale white skin where her bikini usually covered. She had thick dark pubic hair which caused Gina to glance back up at her head, noticing the dark roots now. Her long legs were perfectly toned and her tummy was firm and flat. This woman must have spent her days laying in the sun and working out, nobody looks like that while working a full time job, Gina thought to herself. 

"brunette-slut, meet blonde-slut, you two will be spending a great deal of time together. To your right brunette-slut, you will see redhead-slut. Please don't be alarmed, she is fine, but she had the misfortune of being pregnant when we captured her, and most of our clients will not tolerate another man's child in their slave's womb."

Gina gasped and her heart stopped as she looked far to her right. She saw a naked woman in her late twenties lying on her back, securely strapped to a rolling hospital bed with her head slightly elevated. Her feet were high in the air and spread wide, secured to stirrups at the end of the bed and her arms were stretched down to the sides of the narrow bed, her cuffs secured to eyehooks low on the sides. Her long red hair was braided into a pony tail with rope and the rope was secured to a hook at the head of the bed, completely immobilizing her. Her full breasts hung out to her sides loosely, distracting Gina's gaze momentarily from the ice packs wedged into her sex. She slowly looked between the woman's legs and saw her thighs were covered with fresh blood. She remembered the screams she had heard and realized that they had aborted her pregnancy. She felt her ears ringing as the room went dark and she passed out, her bonds saving her from a nasty fall.

Gina choked for air as cold water was sprayed in her face from a garden hose; she twisted her head side to side and gasped for air as the water stopped. The deep voice continued, "As I said girl, redhead-slut will be fine. Now, let's move forward with your examination girl, but first, let's get you properly dressed." With that said, she saw the large black man who had been speaking as he walked out from behind her. In his right hand was a black leather dog collar with a large "3" hanging from it. She noticed many other rings attached to the collar before he lifted it to her neck and secured it firmly, but not so tight that it was uncomfortable. She heard the click of a lock at the back of her neck and her heart raced as the man spoke again in his deep voice, "Welcome to hell bitch, be good and you will survive your time with us just fine." He reached up and squeezed her left nipple hard, twisting it between his fingers and tugging it hard, "You aren't pregnant, are you cunt?"

Gina shook her head side to side quickly, looking up and staring into the man's cold dark eyes. Pleading with her eyes for a moment before feeling the sting of his right hand at her left cheek, "Lesson number one, your head will remain bowed and your eyes will remain focused on the floor in front of you unless you are otherwise instructed. You do not have permission to look anyone in the eye, understand?"

Gina lowered her head quickly and stared at the man's black boots. She nodded slowly, watching the tears run from her cheeks to the floor below her. She stared numbly as she felt the man attaching a leash to her collar and tugging on it playfully. "Release her cuffs from the cross, keep them on her wrists and ankles though." She felt her legs and arms being released and followed the tug of the leash, awkwardly stumbling forward.

"Good girl, kneel down for me right there on the tiled floor, that's it, on your hands and knees like a good little slave. Now, we will have to do a pregnancy test, even though you are still taking your pills, we need to be sure. Lift your right leg up high, just like a dog, and pee for me while I hold this stick in the stream of urine. Do it now!"

Gina hesitated, just for a moment, but quickly lifted her right leg up like she was doing aerobics, with her bent leg high to the side, she could feel her sex opening up for all to see. She grunted a bit as she forced herself to urinate like a dog in front of the strangers, feeling the large mans arm resting on her rear as he held the test strip in her stream of pee. He patted her rear playfully and taunted her "Good doggie, good girl, did you earn a treat?"

Gina blushed a crimson red as he nudged her hanging breasts with the toe of his boot, wiggling his foot in her cleavage, making her breasts dance obscenely from side to side, "Well, looks like you are not with child, good to see! with udders like that, I was afraid you were getting all filled up with milk for a baby. Crawl up on this table and relax little one."

Gina lowered her leg and crawled up on the table. She saw him making a circular motion with his finger, indicating she should turn over. She plopped down on her back and felt her arms being lifted and secured over her head as she lay on the table staring at the ceiling. She had lost the will or strength to resist at all as her legs were lifted and spread, secured to stirrups like redhead-slut as she sensed more people surrounding her. A woman approached with a chart and turned on a blinding light just over her head. She spoke firmly "Open your mouth and say Ahhhhhh."

As Gina opened her mouth, the woman handed the chart to a nurse and pressed Gina's tongue down hard with two fingers working her gloved fingers around her mouth, tugging at her gums roughly. "Good girl... mark her chart please, nice teeth, just a couple fillings, otherwise strong and white." She forced her head back and moved her nose side to side, "no sign of drug use, nostrils look good. Your chart says you are 26, is that correct Brunette-slut?" She removed her hand from Gina's face as she nodded slowly, blinded by the hot white light.

"Very good girl. I am Doctor Williamson and I will be conducting your exam. I will ask you several questions. Answer each honestly or you will be sorry. What is your current weight?"

Gina stuttered slightly as she spoke weakly, "One hundred thirty five pounds."

Dr. Williamson pinched and twisted Gina's right nipple hard "Let's not start out on the wrong foot missy! Now I will repeat the question, what is your current weight?"

Gina sobbed in pain and humiliation as she moaned through her tears "Arrgghhhh, I was one hundred forty three pounds when I weighed myself this morning."

"That's better bitch. Height?" 

"Five foot, four inches."

"Any medical allergies or conditions?"

"No."

"How many sexual partners have you had intercourse with?"

"Four."

"Only four huh? How many cocks have you sucked?"

"Nine, including the four men I slept with."

"Ever had sex with a woman?"

Gina gasped and shook her head "No."

"How about anal sex?"

"No."

"Have you ever been tested for AIDS?"

"Yes."

"When?"

Gina paused and responded, "It has been a few years."

Dr. Williamson looked to her assistant, "Please mark her chart to include an AIDS test, along with the usual blood work."

"Do you drink or smoke?"

"I have a couple drinks most nights, more on weekends, I smoke occasionally."

Gina felt a band being wrapped around her arm as her blood pressure and pulse were checked and recorded. She closed her eyes to escape the white light and suddenly felt her sex being pried open by two cold metal arms. She heard the speculum clicking into place and felt the Doctor examining her open vagina and taking specimens from deep inside her. While her sex was being probed, she felt a needle prick her arm and heard the nurse discussing the collection of her blood. She closed her eyes tight and groaned as she felt a small tube being slipped into her ass and suddenly she felt her bowels filling with a warm liquid"

"That will clean you out nicely girl, you will be in the car for some time with no opportunity to use a bathroom. Can't have your bowels filled with waste now can we?" Gina shook her head slightly in response to the rhetorical question; she felt the speculum collapsing in her vagina and being slipped out slowly and the needle was removed from her arm, replaced immediately by firm pressure from the nurse. "How do you get your sex so smooth slave, I don't see a hint of stubble?"

Gina closed her eyes tighter as tears ran down her face. She felt hands roughly manipulating her sore breasts, examining them for lumps as she responded "I have been tweezing the hairs from my sex for close to 2 years. Now, when they grow back, they are very fine and easy to remove."

"I see, you have probably reduced the follicle strength to the point where even if your stopped tweezing, you would never have a full bush again, just wisps of thin hairs. It is hard to say. Any pain in your breasts?"

Gina winced and moaned with one particularly firm squeeze near the base of her breasts "Argghhh, nothing unusual for the day after my period, they are always a bit tender this week." Gina shivered as she felt the nozzle removed from her rectum and her abdomen being manipulated painfully by two sets of strong hands. It took all of her strength to hold the liquid in her bowels

"Very good girl. You may release the pressure in your bowels. Now!"

Gina groaned in shame as she tried to gently release the liquid from her rear. She sobbed in shame as the liquid trickled out, then suddenly gushed from her open ass her bowels drained completely, filling the room with the faint smell of her waste masked by the floral scent in the liquid. As soon as she was done, before her open asshole could fully close, the nozzle was returned to her ass and hotter liquid filled her to the point where she felt her belly stretching obscenely. The pain was intense as the nozzle was removed and she heard the doctor again "Five minutes and you can release the liquid brunette-slut. You did very well. I am issuing you a clean bill of health pending fitness tests and blood work. All three of you will need to listen carefully now."

The tall black man with the deep voice began to speak, "The three of you will be securely packed in a sedan for transport once brunette-slut is done having her bowels cleaned. Blonde-slut and brunette-slut, your reproductive organs will be left intact in case your new owners choose to use you as breeders. We do not know who your new owners will be until your are sold at the auction in a few months and often they choose to impregnate you frequently to build their family size and provide them with male workers and female sex slaves. Redhead-slut, you were specifically requested by one of our regular customers. Even if you had not needed an abortion, you would have been operated on. Your new owner requests that all his slaves be sterilized before delivery. You will not need to worry about becoming pregnant again."

Gina felt nauseous as she heard the sobs of redhead-slut as she realized what had been done to her. She wept for her as the man continued, "As you have noticed, your names have been removed. Your previous names mean noting to us and will mean nothing to you. In time you will likely be renamed, but for now, the names based on your hair color, and the simple numbers on your collars will suffice. You are all being transported from here in the mountains of Maryland to a training facility in Mexico. You will ride in a sedan much like the one that brought you here, but you will be secured side by side in the back seat of a car that is specially equipped for a 30-plus hour drive. Pat and Colleen will be your drivers. Brunette-slut, I believe you already know them."

Gina nodded slightly and stared at the ceiling, her bowels aching as she felt a trickle of liquid running down her asscrack as tears flowed down the sides of her face.

"Brunette-slut, release your bowels for us now." Quickly, Gina relaxed her sphincter, allowing the hot liquid to pour from her ass. Her face burned in shame as she heard applause from the crowd, obviously amused by her display. She felt the cold spray from the garden hose focused on her sex and ass, rinsing any mess away.

"Guards, transport the slaves to the sedan in garage one. Slaves, you will crawl behind the guards, you are not permitted to walk. Secure them for transport and send them on their way. Thank you all for your help!"

As soon as the man with the deep voice stopped talking the guards moved to the slaves and secured leashes to their collars, releasing them from their bonds and pushing each slave to her knees roughly. Each woman crawled quickly behind the guards until they were kneeling at the side of a sedan with all doors open.

One of the guards spoke, "Girls, you will notice that the front seat of this car is very different that the others. Concealed in the armrest and glove compartment are a variety of controls. Some control motors, others control the flow of water and drugs into your mouths as you will soon see. There is even an emergency use function that can only be activated by two people simultaneously pressing this button on to the left of the steering wheel and this button over here in the glove box. If Pat and Colleen press both buttons, each slave that is receiving a flow of water at the time will be given a lethal dose of a drug that will cause your heart to stop within 10 seconds. This feature has never been activated, don't make this the first time."




Gina's Abduction Ch. 04



Gina felt perspiration building on her face as she watched the horror continue to unravel before her. She felt a tug on her collar and crawled toward the leash, staring into the back seat now in disbelief. The seats were fitted with large phallic objects, one on the middle seat and two at each of the side seats. The guard's voice broke her from her daze, "You will notice the tubes hanging from the ceiling, those will be your source of water for the trip. The flow is controlled from the front seat. The probes extending from the seats will be fitted deep in your ass and cunt before being expanded by controls in the cabin. They can grow to sizes that will cause severe discomfort and all have motors to create vibrations and stimulation." 

"Redhead-slut," the guard continued, "you will be seated in the middle seat now. Because your cunt has been subjected to surgical trauma today, only your ass will be filled for the drive. You will have 10 seconds to lubricate the plug with your saliva starting now!"

The redheaded woman crawled swiftly into the car, her ass opened to the assembled group as she leaned forward and sucked the plug deep into her wet mouth, bobbing up and down on it furiously to lubricate it. "Time's up, stop. Guards, secure the slave for transport." The guards leaned into the car from both sides and took her arms firmly, spreading them out to the sides, they each used their free hands to each grab an asscheek of the slave and guide her toward the plug. After a bit of positioning, they lowered the groaning slave onto the plug, hearing a loud slurp as the widest part of the shaft slipped past her tight anal ring and was sucked deep in her rectum. Colleen sat in the front seat and looked back at the redhead as she used a control to expand the plug in the slave's bowels, causing her to groan loudly in pain.

The guards each secured her wrist cuffs to eyehooks on the rear deck, spreading her arms wide behind the headrests where the other slaves would be placed. Next, the water tube was pulled down from the ceiling and it was slipped through the hole in a ball gag. The ball gag was attached firmly to her and her head was pulled back roughly. The back of the ball gag was attached to the back of her dog collar, forcing her to stare straight up at the ceiling of the car. Tears flowed from her eyes as she sat in the car, completely helpless, knowing that she was being taken to Mexico and there was nothing she could do about it. The leash hung from her collar, dangling between her swollen breasts as she felt the calloused hands of one of the guards prying her outer lips apart and tugging at her clit before attaching a tight vibrating device to her sensitive nub. The vibrations were set very low, but she was sure that could be changed.

The young blonde was led to the far side of the car and Gina was guided to the near door. The lead guard barked "Lubricate your plugs girls, you have 10 seconds!" Swiftly Gina and blonde-slut leaned into the car and bobbed their heads up and down on the double plugs on the seat. They stared across redhead-slut's lap into each other's defeated eyes as the both felt a sharp smack on their exposed asses, "Time is up slaves, time to mount your plugs. You will each plant your feet on the floor and hold on to the bars in front of you, facing forward. Then you will lower yourselves slowly onto the plugs, carefully positioning your ass and cunt over each tip. You will allow only the head of each plug to penetrate you, then you will wait for instructions.

Gina and blonde-slut closed their eyes in shame as they held the bars and wiggled their asses side to side as they lowed themselves to the plugs. They both gasped and moaned quietly as the felt the tips of the plugs slipping into their wet pussies and their tight assholes. They froze in that position for a minute as they awaited instruction.

"Good girls, now I am going to count to three. When I say three, you will sit down as quickly as possible. If it takes more than a fraction of a second to be fully impaled, you will be sorry." The slaves gasped for air as they heard the count, "1, 2... 3!" and plunged themselves hard onto the plugs, wailing in pain as the plugs ripped into their tender asses and deep into their sore cunts.

Without a word, the guards locked the cuff on Gina's right hand to the cuff on blonde-slut's left hand, then secured the joined cuffs to an eyehook behind redhead-slut's head. "Free hands at your sides slaves!" Both women heard the order and dropped their free hands to their sides. The guards leaned in and fastened Gina's right ankle cuff to redhead-slut's left ankle cuff and blonde-slut's left ankle cuff to redhead-slut's right ankle cuff. Next, blonde-slut's left thigh was wrapped near the knee to redhead-slut's right thigh and the procedure was repeated with Gina's right thigh and redhead-slut's left thigh. The helplessness of the captives was solidified as they were fitted with ball gags, complete with water tubes, and their heads were forced back in the same way as redhead-slut's, the back of the gag secured to the back of their collars, forcing them to stare straight at the roof of the car.

Gina heard the Doctor's voice outside the car, and moaned with the other slaves as she heard her say "Ready for me now?" Knowing they were ready for her, she leaned over Gina and went to work on redhead-slut, fishing a catheter tube up to her bladder quickly and professionally, attaching the free end of the tube to a collection point on the floor. Next Gina and then the young blonde had the catheters slipped deep into their bodies, ensuring that the water flowing into their mouths would have a way of exiting their body without soiling the car seats. The doctor taped each tube to the slave's thighs and opened each valve to ensure they were flowing correctly "looks good, all three slaves are draining clean!" she exclaimed as she stood up by Gina.

Two of the guards closed the rear doors and Colleen lowered the windows without being asked, she knew what came next. Gina felt her left arm being lifted and secured to a hook on the side of her door. She felt a loop of rope secured around her knee, then pulled tight to the aide of the car, spreading her legs open as her left knee was pinned to the side of the door. The same was done with the young blonde's right leg, completing the bondage. Gina and blonde-slut both felt their inside legs being pulled toward the center open by the redhead's attempts to close her legs, forcing their legs wider apart. 

Colleen laughed and explained, "Yes, that is the beauty of your position, at least one of you, and usually two of you, will have your legs open at any time. There are three cameras on each of you. One is in the ceiling, capturing your facial expressions but focused down your neck on your torso and lap. The second camera is focused directly on your cunt, this camera will capture any orgasms you experience close up and personal, giving us good feedback on your reactions and your natural lubrication. This camera will also monitor your bladder functions obviously. The third camera is shooting your torso straight on, capturing the movement of your breasts and every change on your nipples as your stimulation level goes up and down. All three images, along with the numeric settings displaying size and vibration speed for both plugs, along with water flow, are being recorded in quadrants on hard drives located in the trunk. These files will be provided to potential customers for their review, and the original will be given to your new owners. Copies will be kept on site for the viewing pleasure of our customers for years to come. They just love seeing how we get you to Mexico, can ya blame them?" 

All three women stared blankly at the roof of the car, tears flowing from their eyes as they each noticed the tiny lens staring back at them. A collective groan escaped each prisoner as Colleen pushed a button that caused a small panel, like a mini sunroof, to slide open directly over each girl's head, next to the lens that was recording their movement. As the panel moved away, the girls saw small video screens warming up, then realized they were viewing the slide show of each of the cameras that was focused on their bodies. They each stared up in disbelief as they saw the various angles of their own bodies, as well as the shots of the other two girls. Each girl couldn't help but do something when they saw their bodies on the screen, just to be sure it was a live feed. Colleen giggled and slapped Pat's shoulder, "You were right, each one of them pulsed their cunts for the camera, just to see their sex move on screen. Funny how the mind works."

They prisoners stared at the screen and thought about the 30 hour drive and dreaded every moment as they heard the car start and their windows were closed. A hand smacked the trunk twice and the car backed out of the garage into the dark night. Pat drove down the driveway slowly as Colleen toyed with her controls, increasing the vibrations in each girl's ass slowly. Gina heard Pat's window go down and he thanked the guard, closing the window and pulling out onto the road, beginning the journey to Mexico just a few minutes before midnight Friday night, less than 6 hours after Gina had been abducted in the parking lot behind her office building.



Gina's Abduction Ch. 05



Eric felt a haunting chill down his spine as he woke up in a cold sweat to the sound of a message waiting indicator on his cell phone. He gasped for air, nearly passing out as he read the text message on the screen of the phone: "Success. Thank You. First half ready, 235 Elm Street." He knew this meant that the object of his desires, Gina McLaughlin, had been successfully kidnapped and he was about to receive the first half of his $1 million dollar finders fee. A gag reflex overcame him as vomit filled his throat and he forced himself to swallow the vile liquid before it could escape. 

He splashed cold water on his face, shocked at the guilt he was feeling, trying to focus on how she had hurt him, and how he would one day soon be entitled to sample her charms. She deserves this he reminded himself as he stepped out into the warm night and walked to 235 Elm Street. As he approached the address, a duffle bag was dropped from a nearby window nearly hitting him in the head as it fell. He picked it up swiftly and continued walking, taking a roundabout way home as his heart raced. 

He stepped through his door and bolted it tight, slowly unzipping the bag. A smile came to his lips as he saw the cash in the bag and sighed with relief, knowing his financial worries were far behind him now. He spent the rest of the night counting the $500k, sorting it into smaller packets that he secure in a safe deposit box. He knew he could not deposit the cash, but his daily expenses would no longer be put on his credit card. No, he was flush now, he just had to be smart enough not to flaunt his new supply of cold cash.

Meanwhile, Colleen smiled at Pat as they merged onto the Interstate. "Mmmmmm, we are getting really good at this Hon! How many more should we do before we retire? As much as I love the money, it is starting to get to me a bit. These women in their prime of life, taken away from their families, never to be seen again. I am starting to wonder what their lives might have been like if it weren't for us."

Pat nodded as he listened before responding, "I know sweetheart, but you have to remember, if we don't do this, someone else will. No women will be saved by our retirement, but we will be out of a million dollars cash each time someone else does a job instead of us. Besides, these women were all targeted for specific reasons. Heck, the brunette was cheating online so much that she might be happier without her husband. She might find just what she was looking for in Mexico. Plus, by the time we are through with her, she will be in the best physical shape of her life. Why don't you take some time to work on the orientation while I drive?"

Colleen nodded and took the master control which manipulated all 3 girls' plugs simultaneously. She turned to face the slaves, selecting "anal" and dialing the size up to 8 out of 10, from the smaller 3 that they were all set on before. She watched as all three slaves opened their eyes wide arched their backs, attempting to find a way to accommodate the swelling plugs in their rectums. She smiled as she pressed a button, lowering the bars between the cabin and the rear chamber. Leaning into the back seat she spoke softly but firmly to the slaves.

"As you can feel, the plugs in your assholes have swollen substantially. I thought that would get your attention. The fluid dripping into your mouths is a combination of 90% natural spring water and 10% Mexican tap water, combined with liquid vitamins and a new drug that we are testing for a friend. You will be given gradually higher quantities of the Mexican tap water until your system adapts to the bacteria and filters it out without causing you to become ill. The vitamins will help to keep you strong and nourished, believe me, you will need your strength. The experimental drug has not been approved by the FDA in America, but the Mexican authorities have allowed its use in animals with strong success. It is designed to stimulate sexual appetite and readiness. If it works properly, you will find your cunts are always wet and ready to accept a man's dry cock with ease and you will always be eager to engage in sexual activity."

Colleen leaned into the back seat and one by one roughly pinched each slave's nipples, tugging them out taut and shaking them hard, jiggling the slave's breasts obscenely. "Blonde-slut, the drug will likely cause significant growth in your breasts as well. Red and brunette slut will likely see only minimal growth, since the workouts they will be doing will be focused on reducing their overall body fat." As she spoke, she pinched a small roll of fat on Gina's tummy, "This will be gone before you know it slave. You will be fitter that you have ever been, and your body will show it. Between the exercise and the diet you will be fed, prepare to be shocked and impressed at the results."

Gina stared at the ceiling, tears still running down her face, just like the other 2 girls. She felt the vibrations in her ass intensifying and realized the walls of her sex were squeezing at the dildo inside her. She knew her pulsing sex must be obvious to the camera recording her crotch but she was unable to stop the reactions to the plug vibrating deep in her bowels. She heard the other two girls moaning softly and realized they were all being stimulated in the same way. Gina gasped for air and groaned through her gag as an intense orgasm rolled through her body, her open sex swallowing at the dildo deep inside her as the sensations rippled through her bound body. She tensed as she felt a sharp pain in her clit as Colleen pinched it hard with her fingers.

"Good brunette-slut, you orgasmed just a bit after the other two, but the juices that escaped your open cunt were by far double either of the other slaves. That always pleases our customers. They just love a wet, juicy slut's cunt. Prepare for many orgasms during this drive. Roughly one or two an hour. We need to get you used to over stimulation! You will quickly learn that the bodies you live in are no longer yours. You have absolutely no control over how your body is used, fed, groomed, displayed, tortured or clothed. Accepting this is the first step to becoming comfortable with your new status."

Colleen continued to lecture the slaves, "Furthermore, you will often be confused by the treatment you receive. You may be treated with kindness at one moment, and with intense cruelty the next moment. Your pleasure, and your agony, will be nothing more than entertainment to those who use you. Often you will be tested to see just how much pleasure or pain you can withstand, or perhaps you will be humiliated, just to see how you react. For now, just try to relax as we drive, I will reduce the size of the plugs in your asses.

All three slaves let out a sigh of relief as the impossibly large plugs in their asses slowly shrank down to a merely uncomfortable size. They stared at the ceiling of the car, still trying to fully comprehend their situations. As their feelings of self pity shifted to thoughts of the loved ones, they each thought about how their friends and family would react to their disappearance. Little did they know that at this very moment their loved ones were being seduced as part of ABCASP's plan to break the will of their new prisoners. Colleen increased the flow of sedatives to each girl and watched as they drifted off to sleep.

Blonde-slut's father, faithful to her mother for almost 30 years, had been slowly seduced online by an ABSCAP operative since her kidnapping was planned months ago. Now, as his naked daughter, his little princess, rode bound in the back of a car heading for Mexico, he was in his car with Tricia, bound for a weekend getaway in Atlantic City. His wife thought he was doing a weekend at the casino with buddies from work, but when she called him in the early hours of the morning to inform him their daughter had not returned home Friday night, Tricia will have already secretly digitally recorded hours of their kinky sex romp. 

Redhead-slut's husband was thrilled when his wife told him she was heading off to her parents for the weekend. The months since she became pregnant had been terribly unpleasant. Her mood swings were borderline violent and her sexual appetite had vanished. The closest they had come to sex since the pregnancy was the two times he had cum while spooning her in bed, and rubbing his cock against her ass cheeks. He took the opportunity to accept the invitation that had been extended to him for several weeks by Cheryl, the cute new waitress at his favorite lunch spot. She had told him she loved his eyes and wanted nothing more than to make love to him while staring deep into his eyes. As they fucked for hours, the hidden video cameras captured their actions in vivid detail, unbeknownst to him.

Then there was Mark. His two buddies picked him up and took him to Phil's to get Gina's car. Naturally, they all went inside for a few drinks. After an hour or so, Mark had picked up on the glances from the cute little blond playing pool with a guy who was apparently hitting on her. She looked very young, but they knew she was at least 21 since the bouncers at Phil's always carded anyone who looked like they might be under 40. She was dressed simply in sandals, faded blue jeans and a tight white fitted t-shirt that left little to the imagination. Her dark nipples poked out proudly from her firm B-cup breasts and they seemed to be perpetually hard. It was perfectly clear that she was not wearing a bra.

Mark's buddies agreed that the girl was looking at Mark more than her pool partner so one of his friends went to the table and placed 4 quarters on the rail to call next game. When the girl sank the 8-ball inadvertently, Mark and his buddies approached the table. Without missing a beat, the girl looked up at the group and said, "Hi y'all, my name is Heather, need a fourth to play partners?"

Mark smiled and nodded shyly, "Sure, we could use a fourth, you can be my partner if you like."

"Mmmm, I would like that very much big boy," Heather purred while handing her stick to him, "what is your name?"

"My name is Mark, and these are my friends Chris and Steve."

The group exchanged pleasantries for a minute and got down to the task at hand. After three games, Mark and Heather had lost three in a row, but the games were all close enough to be fun and the 3 buddies were having a great time watching Heather's ass as she made shots. Steve stretched, somewhat goofily, and looked to Chris, "Dude, I am beat, whadya say I take you home?"

Chris agreed and hastily he and Steve vanished from the bar after saying goodnight. Mark thought it was a bit obvious that they were trying to give him a shot at a one nighter with Heather, knowing his wife was out of town, but he got up the nerve to ask her quickly, "so do you want to play one on one, or do you want to get out of here and have some real fun?" His heart raced in his chest, he hadn't put an offer like that in play for years, since he and Gina were just dating, and the excitement of waiting for a response was almost too much for him to bear.

Heather tippy toed and leaned into him, pressing her small firm breasts into his chest as she whispered into his ear, "I know you are married, I see the tan line on your finger where your ring belongs, but I still want to fuck your brains out. Walk out of here now, don't get in your car until you see me walk out of the bar. I don't want it to be obvious that we are leaving together in case some goody goody wants to squeal to your wife." She leaned away from Mark and smiled, extending her hand to shake his and exclaiming "Thanks for the games, it was fun! Have a great night!"

As Mark walked out of the bar, his head was swirling from the beers, the excitement of his situation and the guilt of what he was about to do. He walked to his wife's car and thought about getting in and driving away before Heather could get to him, but then his mind drifted back to her tight ass, in those faded blue jeans, and how he had dreamed of fucking her from behind every time she leaned over the pool table. He snapped back to reality and saw Heather leaving the bar, scanning the lot and nodding slightly as she made eye contact with him. Mark opened the door and climbed into the car, nervously popping a mint into his mouth as he watched Heather walking toward him. Heather scanned the lot and slipped into the backseat of the car undetected by anyone but Mark.

"Hey baby, thanks for waiting for me. Why don't you drive us somewhere secluded while I get undressed back here, I haven't fucked in a car for years but I would like to change that tonight!" Heather winked to Mark in the mirror as she lifted her t-shirt over her head and threw the shirt into the front seat. Mark turned to face her and blushed as his eyes dropped to her firm breasts. He had not seen such firm breasts in years, and though he loved Gina's D-cups, he often fantasized about breasts that didn't sag from the constant pull of gravity. Heather was sitting in the back of his wife's car, proudly displaying those very breasts. His eyes slowly trailed up to her cute face as he nodded "that sounds like a great idea hun."

Mark started the car and drove quickly to an out of the way spot in a business park. As he drove, Heather wiggled out of her jeans and removed her thong. She placed her purse on the rear deck of the car, ensuring that the hidden camera would capture their actions in the back seat. Spreading her legs and massaging her clit with one hand while tweaking her nipples with her other hand she moaned softly, staring straight into the hidden camera "Mmmmm Mark, hurry up and park before I cum without you back here. Are you sure you have time before your wife starts worrying about you?"

Mark parked the car and turned around to admire the beautiful woman as she masturbated in the back of his wife's car. "Oh my, you are amazing Heather, you are so beautiful. Oh, no, my wife is away for the weekend with a friend, she will not be home until late Sunday night."

"Wonderful, get back here and fuck me then Mark, I need to cum in the worst way. Then, you can take me back to my place and fuck me all night long, if you are up to it cowboy."

Climbing over the seat Mark smiled enthusiastically, "Oh I am up for it sweetheart, I haven't been with any woman other than Gina in so long, I forget what it is like sometimes." He quickly dropped his jeans to his ankles and climbed on top of the masturbating girl, nudging the head of his cock against her wet tight lips. She moaned loudly as he pressed forward, enjoying the feeling of a tight young pussy surrounding his rock hard cock, sucking it into her magically as she groaned "Oh God, your cock feels so big inside me, I am gonna cum so fast." 

Mark pumped in an out slowly, silently relieved that Heather was so close to orgasm as he felt his own seed so close to escaping his body. "Oh yes Heather, cum for me, you are so tight I am gonna explode too. Are you on the pill, or should I pull out baby?"

Heather arched her back and screamed as an orgasm ripped through her tight young body, she gasped for air and groaned, "on the pill, cum inside, fill me baby, fill my pussy with your cum baby." With that, Mark grunted and froze, his cock spasming in the tight wet hole as her felt his cum spraying deep into Heather's squeezing sex. "Oh God Heather, that feels sooo fucking good baby, oh God yes, I haven't cum that hard in years baby!"

Still clenching and relaxing her sex rhythmically, she moaned softly, "Mmmmm, baby, take me to my house and fuck me more Mark. My apartment is just down the street, behind the Super Fresh store. Mark slowly slipped his semi hard cock from her sex and winced as he heard the slurp and pop of his cock, and seed, escaping Heather's open sex. He made a mental note to detail the car for Gina to cover his tracks and to surprise her with a spotless car when she returned home Sunday night. He kissed Heather's cheek playfully as he pulled up his pants and climbed back to the front seat, "anything you say beautiful, I am all yours for the night, and maybe the weekend"

Pat nudged Colleen to wake her up as the sedan rolled along the highway steadily cruising at 4 miles over the speed limit so there would be no chance of being pulled over for speeding. Wake up sweetheart, it is 4:30 in the morning. Check the data files to see if any of our operatives have uploaded digital video of their escapades yet. Colleen rubbed her eyes and nodded, "Good idea love, that will give them some nice viewing for the rest of the ride, once we let them wake up. Why don't you stop for gas while they sleep, that way with the oversized tank we will not have to stop again for fuel during the daylight hours."

Mark agreed and pulled off at the next rest area, filling the huge 40 gallon tank with two transactions to avoid raising any suspicion about the oversized tank in the sedan. When he returned to the driver's seat, he noticed that Colleen looked very pleased. She looked up at him like a kid in a candy store, "All three operatives were successful and have uploaded hours of video, shall we start running the images and let the girls wake up to see what, and more specifically, who their loved ones did last night?"

"Sounds like a plan darlin'. Looks like breaking their will should be pretty easy this time. How do the images look?" Colleen scanned through some video files and nodded happily "Oh, this is good Pat. We got blonde-slut's father banging Tricia in the room in Atlantic City, that'll kill the little daddy's girl! Redhead-slut is about to see her husband banging Cheryl in all kinds of crazy ways. Oh my, this one is the best, brunette-slut is gonna be watching Mark fucking Heather in the back seat of her own car, and in Heather's apartment for what looks to be hours based on the size of the file."

Colleen eliminated the sedative and introduced a mild stimulant into the girl's fluid drip as she changed the video feed to each prisoner to show them a loop of their significant other's indiscretions over night. She looked back at them with pity and waited for them to wake up. She knew seeing their loved ones engaging in such acts was always difficult for the prisoners, but she also knew it was an important step in the process of completely breaking them of any independence and desire for freedom. Subliminal messages flashed every 30 seconds on the screens, with messages such as "you are worthless, only your cunt is of value to others, cocks are great, your right to live is earned through giving sexual satisfaction to others, semen tastes great and is nutritious, through servitude you will gain freedom, your mouth should always be slightly open, anal sex feels wonderful, your body exists solely to give others pleasure, being owned is a great honor," and so on.

As the car rolled over the open highway, Colleen again felt the pang of guilt in her stomach as the girls in the back seat woke up. She watched the tears flowing down their immobilized faces and sighed softly to herself, feeling a tear well up in her eye. She turned around and faced forward as the car rolled to a stop at a 24 hour gas station. She got out of the car with Pat and kissed his cheek gently before he started pumping gas. "Run in and grab us some snacks while I fill the tank sweetie."

Colleen returned with some drinks and snacks as Pat was finishing at the pump, she sat back in the passenger seat, knowing Pat would not be ready to let her drive for some time now. Pat buckled in and pulled back out to the Interstate, setting the cruise 4 miles per hour over the speed limit as he rubbed Colleen's thigh, "Relax sweetie, close your eyes and get some rest. I will need you to drive in a few hours while I sleep."

Pat reached back and closed the curtain to the back seat. He set the captive's stimulators to 'random' causing the plugs in their asses and cunts to swell and contract on their own, while the vibrations became more and less intense. Over the next 20 hours, he and Colleen took short, two hour shifts in the driver's seat, ensuring that neither would grow tired and make a driving error that could draw undue attention to themselves. During this time, they remained largely oblivious to their cargo in the back seat. It was easier to forget they were back there than it was to watch their anguish and fear. They often could hear sobbing, moans and groans through the gags as their bodies were tortured and pleasured by the plugs. The smell of sex filled the car as the prisoners juices ran freely from their open vaginas, pooling in the cracks of their asses and soaking into the seats. Each girl had experienced more than 30 orgasms by the time the car rolled to a stop at a gas station in Texas in the late hours Saturday night.




Gina's Abduction Ch. 05



The team filled the tank once again, knowing they would have enough gas to get them over the border into Mexico around dawn. The sedatives were reintroduced to the fluid drips of the captive girls and they were quickly sound asleep. They continued on their way to the designated border crossing, where their safe crossing had been virtually guaranteed by ABCASP. The sun had been up for an hour or two when the border crossing came into view. Colleen was driving and she took Pat's hand tight into her's. She nervously scanned the traffic slots for the predetermined marker and found it, a bright pink sheet of paper scrunched up against a window at stall #7. To anyone else, the paper just looked like the result of a sloppy work area, but Colleen knew this was the booth being worked by their man on the inside.

She pulled slowly into the stall, lowering her window nervously. The young Mexican man leaned out of his booth, "Morning Senora. May I see your driver's license and passports?"

Colleen handed him her license, along with her passport and Pat's passport as well.

"Are you traveling to Mexico on business or pleasure?"

Colleen swallowed hard "Pleasure."

"Are you transporting any live plants or animals?"

Colleen shivered, thinking of her captives in the back seat and how they would be treated like animals for the rest of their lives. "No Sir, no plants or animals."

"Very well Senora Colleen, have a pleasant day."

With that, he handed the documents back to Colleen and she drove forward into Mexico. She knew her prisoner's fate was completely sealed and in just a few hours she and Pat would deliver their cargo as planned.

An hour or so after the sedative was removed from her drip, Gina became vaguely aware of the conversation in the front seat. She slowly gained consciousness, at first certain she was waking from a horrific nightmare, only to find that she was in fact immobilized in the exact fashion that she had hoped she had only dreamt. She wept in her helpless position, staring at the screen in front of her. She watched her husband over and over, fucking the woman in her car just hours after her abduction. Her mind raced as she wondered if he had been involved in the arrangement of this hell, to get her out of his life. 

Tears flowed down her face, rolling over her breasts to the seat between her legs as her mind exhausted all possible means of escape. While wondering where she was, hoping she was still in the United States, she felt the car rolling to a stop. As she heard the window being lowered, followed by the voice of a man speaking fluent Spanish, her heart sank still further. She was in Mexico, no longer protected by the laws and police of her country. Her future and her present were no longer her own as she closed her eyes, hoping her fears of what would happen to her were the product of an overactive imagination. Unfortunately for Gina, her imagination was incapable of comprehending the horrific conditions under which she would live for the rest of her life.