by Susan
Call her Allison. She was just a schoolgirl at the time but looked a lot like me: 5' 3" with long blonde hair, blue eyes, measurements 34C-23-34. This is her account.
"I don't know whether it was in a dream, or if it was real; all I know is I remember walking home from my private Catholic school, wearing my school uniform, consisting of a plaid skirt, white blouse, knee socks and comfortable shoes. In those days, I always took the same route home, which at one point led through a rather dreary part of town. One section, a shortcut, was on a deserted street, where there never was any traffic. One day, however, I noticed a big moving van parked ahead of me, its back door open. A man was calling to somebody or something inside: "Here, boy! Come out! Don’t be afraid!"
Obviously he must be calling a dog, I thought. Since I loved animals, I was curious as I walked by the van.
To my surprise, the man greeted me. He was of medium height, and sturdy looking. Muscular, even. He appeared to be about in his 40’s. He looked at me and said, "Hi, my name is Grant! Would you help me, please? My dog won’t come out!"
"Sure! How can I help?" I said.
"Will you get him for me? He is very shy, and won’t bite. He loves females. Maybe you can coax him out."
"Okay!"
I peered into the back of the van. It was a big van, and dark inside. I hopped in, expecting the shy thing was probably hiding terrified in the far corner.
Immediately, the heavy steel back door of the van closed behind me with a clang. It was now pitch dark. I let out a cry, spun around and tried to find a handle to open the door, but of course when I found it, it was locked.
As I stood there in the dark, dazed, not knowing what to do, I heard the rumble of the motor, then the van lurched forward, causing me to lose my balance and tossing me to the floor. Gingerly, I stood up, the vehicle moving now. Suddenly it came to a halt, and I tumbled to the floor again. I got up, only to be tossed to the floor a third time when it again began moving, then made a sharp turn to the left. Defeated, I finally just sat on the floor to keep from hurting myself against this dark, unyielding steel prison I was in.
Soon it appeared that the van was traveling very fast, most likely on a highway.
After a while, the trip felt endless. I become totally dazed and disoriented, and I started to feel the need to pee, as well.
Time went by. My thoughts drifted. Why was I trapped like this? Who did it? Why were they doing this to me? It all made no sense.
I thought about how I came from an ordinary middle-class home. My parents were not rich, so if my kidnapper intended on ransom money, he was making a mistake. True, I did go to a small private Catholic school, but that was only because my parents were very protective of me, and frugally saved to send me to a school where I would not be exposed to immoral influences. My parents loved me, I thought, even if they were very, very strict, and they spent all their income on necessities like taking care of me, and had nothing of value that would satisfy a rogue. Oh my, but the kidnapper will be so disappointed when he discovers his error, he will probably kill me!
I started to cry hysterically.
Time passed. After awhile, I simply couldn’t cry anymore.
More time passed. Finally, the van stopped. The doors opened. It was totally quiet. It was dark outside now, too. By the absence of noise or streetlights, I must have been in a very secluded rural location. Grant was there, helped me out of the van, and lead me into a house. I meekly went along as he directed. Besides, I had to pee.
Fortunately, I was shown to a bathroom and was told to take a bath, etc., and to come out when finished. I would find everything I needed in the bathroom, Grant said. I was told to take my time.
The bathroom was very nice, nicer than any I had ever seen. The bathtub was enormous, several people could have bathed together in it. I wondered why anyone would have a bathtub that big. Another peculiar thing I noticed was that there was no window. Of course, the only way out was the way I had come in. Nature called, and I took advantage of the toilet facilities.
Relieved, I looked about, not knowing what to do next. What can one do in a bathroom, anyway? Suddenly I realized I felt tremendously dirty, and would welcome the soap and hot water, so I started the tub as Grant had ordered. Meanwhile, my mind wouldn’t let me forget my troubles. I felt a little nervous taking my clothes off, I am rather modest about that sort of thing, but the door was closed and Grant had seemed to not have the slightest interest in disturbing me, so finally I decided to do it, even if the bathroom door did not have a lock.
One can only bathe for so long; finally, there was nothing else to do but put my clothes back on and come out. I did feel refreshed and a whole lot cleaner. The bathroom door opened into a living room, where I found Grant sitting on a sofa reading a notebook. He had a beer by his side and appeared relaxed.
Beside him, on the sofa, were more notebooks .
Near the sofa was a camcorder on a tripod.
An excellent stereo system, so good the music seemed live, was playing exotic sounding music. The stereo was nowhere to be seen, and the room just magically had music, like in a movie.
Curiously, in the middle of the living room floor, about six feet in front of the sofa, a small circle was painted in red on the rug.
The man was thumbing through his books.
Barely acknowledging me, he told me to go stand in the circle.
I, not knowing what else to do, and feeling scared, did as he commanded, I walked over and stood in the red circle.
Time passed. I stood and watched him, lacking anything else to do.
Some horrible men seem to think that all teenage girls are horny sluts, but I assure you that, at the time, I had no interest in men whatsoever. As I looked at him, the furthest thing from my mind was sex or romance. I considered myself, and actually was, a “good girl”. I did not even know what a man looked like naked, nor did I want to know. (Ok, sure, given a chance I would have peeked at a picture of a naked man; but what I mean is that I did not go searching for it.) My parents had raised me to be “good”, and guess what - they had succeeded. I had never disobeyed them on anything important. Certainly, I had at the time never even kissed a boy. I had never consciously thought about sex; it was something mysterious, like God, and I left it to the future. I wasn't interested in sex, had no desire to learn about it, and certainly had never even heard of masturbation.
As I stared at Grant, I saw a stronger version of my father. Grant was in charge, and I was afraid of disobeying him. If I cooperated, somehow everything would be all right. I even felt sorry for him, he was not going to profit from his crime, my parents had no money, and eventually he would be caught and end up in jail. My only fear was that he was a psycho, and that in a fit of rage he would kill me.
Suddenly, he spoke. Without bothering to look up, he said, "Allison, please turn around and face away from me, towards the far wall."
I was mystified, but naturally I saw no other choice but to comply.
As I faced that blank wall, I almost could imagine that he was staring at me. I didn't like this; this whole thing felt weird.
There I was, standing in a small red circle painted on the rug, still wearing my school clothes, with a man probably staring at me while I stared at a blank wall a few feet away. It was weird.
Then Grant said, "Please slip off your socks and shoes, Allison. You don’t need them inside.”
I was surprised by this request.
I loved going barefoot, though, and so I took them off, curling my toes in the plush carpet and enjoying its feel. The music still played, adding an exotic atmosphere to the room, as if I was in an ancient Middle Eastern tent or something.
I actually felt relaxed enough to speak. It was easier for some reason, now that I couldn't see him. I said, "Please, I think there is a mistake. My parents are not rich. They can’t pay a reward."
Grant softly chuckled. "No mistake. And I don’t want any of your parent’s money."
I stood there patiently, staring at the blank wall. Then what did he want?
Occasionally, when the music was quiet, I could hear the soft unceasing whir of the camcorder.
Again, Grant spoke: "Allison, would you undo the buttons of your blouse?"
At those words, total shock possessed me. I could not speak....nor could I move a muscle. He...was telling me to disrobe. This could not be happening to me! Not to me.
Then I heard a sound. It was like the click of a revolver, being cocked!
"Allison, if you don’t undo the top button, I will just shoot you, and find a more obedient girl"
I was aghast.
Terrified, I did not know what to do! But he was a psycho, and if I disobeyed, he would shoot me!
Still, I found it hard to move.
Finally, slowly...my hand crawled to the top button...and undid it.
Grant merely said, "Thank you. Now the next one, please."
This went on...one by one he asked me to undo my blouse buttons. Each one seemed harder for me to undo than the last, until finally I stood there, my back towards him, still facing the wall, my blouse buttons open. Some girls might have felt excited. I was not. I felt scared. I even felt like wetting my pants! He was going to kill me...unless I exposed myself! Now I had done that...well not quite, I guess. Then I started thinking, maybe he wasn’t really going to expose me, perhaps there was some innocent reason he had that would shortly make this all clear. Of course there was! Why else did he have me turned around, so he could not see me, anyway?
Grant interrupted my thoughts: "Allison, You can’t stand there all night with open buttons.Take your blouse off."
Take it off? NOOOOO, I felt inside.
"Please...I can’t. I am not that kind of girl!" I said.
I heard a sharp "thwack", as if a belt buckle was smacking his boots. Startled, I jumped a mile, or so it seemed to me.
Grant: "Take your blouse off. Don't worry, no one can see you, you are facing the wall."
I realized he was right...somehow, that made it seem easier...maybe he was not intent on exposing me, after all. Also, I had a deep fear of belts...but he could not know that, could he? Again I heard the sound of his belt, and involuntarily I cringed inside.
His voice again: "Now, take off that blouse!”
Robotically..I found myself pulling my unbuttoned blouse off, doing so for the first time in front of a man, even if he couldn’t see me. I felt faint.
I didn’t know it, but he was staring at me, admiring my back, my skin, my shapely figure, and the provocative way the bra straps looked from the rear. "Damn, this girl looks better than we thought," he said to himself, silently.
The camcorder, focused on the circle I stood in, placidly continued to whir.
Facing the wall, I was thankful he couldn't see my front. He had not killed me, nor really seen me. Things would be okay.
But still, I felt so naked.
His voice: "Please unhook your bra. I want to see your naked back"
I felt nervous, and embarrassed at doing such a thing as unhooking my bra as he watched, but I reached back and unhooked it, convinced more than ever that if he wanted to expose me, he would not have me facing away from him.
His voice: "Very good, Allison. I may not have to beat you...if you obey"
"Now, take the bra off, but you may clutch it to your breasts."
My optimism suddenly vanished. Oh god, I thought! But what could I do? A few tears ran down my cheeks, as I slid the straps off my shoulders, but hugged the cups tightly to my tits. Now I felt like I was an object...of his interest. I prayed I was wrong. I felt miserable, and continued to silently cry.
His voice: "Now, turn around, I want to see your face." He lightly tapped the belt buckle against his boot.
The sound made me wince.
Tearfully, I turned and faced him, my head down, eyes staring at my toes, hands clutching the bra cups against my tits.
To my surprise, he tossed me a pair of shiny black high heel shoes. "Slip them on!" he said.
I allowed my feet to find the shoes and step into them. Instantly, they worked their magic, enhancing the shape of my legs and tilt of my body, making my legs look longer and making me taller.
The shoes were pointy, and looked sexy, even to my eyes.
"Damn, she could work as a model, or an actress!" he thought, eyeing me as I clutched the bra cups to my breasts, the straps and the rest hanging down. He produced a still camera and took my picture. "This picture alone will sell her," he thought.
"All right honey....let go of the bra, we are all friends here, right?" he said.
"Please....PLEASE.....don't take a picture of me naked", I pleaded.
"Fine, honey. I won’t snap a shot now, but do stop holding that bra. You can not hold that thing against you forever, you know."
"But, sir, NOBODY has ever seen me naked!"
"You are not naked. Do you want to be?"
"Nooo..." I started to cry.
"Then show me your tits, or we can arrange to have you be naked!"
"I ...I can’t!"
"Yes you can...just drop your arms to your sides."
"I...I can’t!"
"You want the belt?" I think I wet my pants at the word "belt". Or maybe it just felt like I had wet them.
"You want it?"
"Nooooo!!!"
"Yes, Allison, I know all about you....and you know all about belts, don’t you?"
"no....no..." I wailed.
"Don't lie, Allison....I know you better than you do. "
"You know about belts, don’t you. Confess!"
I felt defeated. In a small voice, I said "yes...."
“Does your Daddy beat you, Allison? ” he asked rhetorically.
I sobbed ....and meekly replied, “yes.”
I wanted to die of shame. How did he know?
"Shall I beat you, Allison? You know I am stronger than your Daddy!" he said.
He was not lying, I knew. I had seen his arms and his chest.
"No...don't...please!"
“Beg me, Allison. Ask me nicely not to give you the belt."
The room was warm...but I was shivering....
"Please....sob... please, Mr. Grant, don’t hit me with your belt!"
"Allison, since you asked nicely, we don’t need the belt...for now. Now, drop your arms!"
I surrendered....I dropped my arms...the bra fell to the floor.
My ample breasts, big for my size, were revealed...my nipples were hard, my tits cone-like and pointing at Grant.
"Nice,” he said.
That made me feel even worse.
He looked at me, standing in the circle, in high heels, wearing my plaid skirt, but now topless. He liked what he saw....a lot. Too much, he felt. Finally, he remembered to produce the camera again and, just as I feared, he took my picture. To me, it was like it was not enough for him to see me, he had to reinforce my humiliation by taking a picture, capturing for all time that he had seen my naked tits first. But I was too timid to even hate him.
"Now, turn around again!" he commanded.
Mystified, I turned and faced the wall, very grateful to get my breasts out of his sight. I immediately started trying to pretend that he had not seen them.
I cradled them in my arms and stood there. Waves of misery washed over me.
His voice then pierced through my self-preoccupation.
He said, "OK, you guessed it....pull your skirt off, let me see your taste in panties."
I sobbed....but then thought of what my Daddy, whom I thought loved me, did to me with his belt when I displeased him. So then what will this man do, who cares nothing for me? I sobbed again, and started to remove my skirt. I thought to myself that I never realized until now how much I was willing to do to avoid being beaten.
"Pull it off slowly, Allison. Lets see those gorgeous thighs of yours!"
Slowly, off came my skirt. He ogled my thighs, and the backs of my legs, sexy in my high heels.
All I had on now were the heels and my plain white panties! I covered my breasts with my arms, thankful to be facing away from him nonetheless.
"We are going to have to improve your wardrobe!" he commented. "A girl like you should have some enticing panties, don't you think?"
I just stood there, miserable. I tried not to think of his implications.
Grant said, "Anyway, good. You will learn, Allison!” he chuckled. “Now, I want you to spread your legs a bit."
I slowly forced myself to move my legs aside, in a slight "v" shape.
"Excellent!" he said. "OK, bend forward a little, and slowly pull your panties down to your ankles, show me your ass!"
I hesitated...but an image of my ass covered with welts formed in my mind.
So again I did as he said, I bent forward. You can imagine what that did for my rear and thighs, in my high heels. I reached back...found my panties....but then he interrupted...
"Pull them down slowly!" and he tapped his boot with his belt.
I lowered them...very slowly....first from my ass....then down my legs.....
I realized he was actually making me do a strip tease with my panties! I had never even kissed a boy, but already I was now a stripper! I felt like curling up and dying...but I slid the panties down, slowly, teasing them down as he wanted. I never realized before how submissive I was.
Meanwhile, he whistled at me....he was thinking how I looked super in high heels and nothing else, my panties still around the lowest part of my ankles. He took a picture of my naked ass. He could see a bit of my pussy lips...
"Go ahead and step out of your panties. Great, honey. You are doing just fine. Now reach back and spread those cheeks!"
Oh my gawd...he is a monster....tears came again...how could he do this? With a moan, my hands reached back and I spread myself open. I tried very hard not to think about what was happening, and I failed miserably.
Then it dawned on me... he could see my exposed femininity! I started crying hard, sobbing. But I was forced to keep my hands back there, holding my ass cheeks open, like a whore teasing her client.
Again he took my picture. "Whew....that’s great, she is a real blond!" he thought. "She will sell for a fortune, those rich foreigners have a thing for blonde Americans, the bastards."
“Okay, Allison, you can let go, I want some close-ups of your pussy, now!" he said.
Immediately, I straightened up, and then wrapped my arms around my naked breasts, still thankful not to be facing him.
"Turn around, sit down on the rug, and pull your knees up to your chest. Hay, quit hugging your tits, you look silly, girl!. Come on, I have been patient, but enough is enough, we don’t have all night!”
I felt hopeless. There was nothing I could do! I sat down on the ground. That part was easy. But I could not seem to get my legs to spread. Try as I might, my legs stayed closed. Soon, I was even clutching my breasts with my arms, despite what he had told me. “My gawd, I am really in trouble now!” I decided.
Grant approached me with his camera for the close-up. I didn’t look up at him, and I expected to feel his belt lashing me any second, like I was some white slave girl. I could not get my legs apart, they had a mind of their own. Instead of feeling his belt, I heard his voice:
“Allison, you are so stubborn. Hell, any other kidnapper would have just shot you by now, you are such a pain. Or at least beaten the crap out of you. You are lucky you have me, a nice guy, around to take care of you. Hell, I even like you, you are so pathetically uptight, I feel sorry for you. You should be thanking me for rescuing you from that abusive father of yours, who still beats his grown daughter with a belt.”
I sobbed. Funny, I had never thought about Daddy that way. My Daddy, abusive? It was true, none of the other kids at school ever had trouble sitting at their desks because they had been bad at home, at least I did not think they did. Did other kids occasionally have to miss school because it was so bad they couldn’t sit down at all? Maybe they did. Of course they did, they were just like me, and I didn’t broadcast why I needed those days at home. My Daddy loved me. Daddy loves me!
To me it felt like I was screaming it, but all Grant saw was a gorgeous, young blonde sitting on the floor wearing nothing but high heels, her legs together, arms covering her chest, head and eyes down, tears running down her cheeks, saying in a small, little girl voice, “Daddy loves me”, in an almost desperate tone.
Grant sneered. “Sure, Allison. He loves your cute ass. So do I. Hell, anyone would. You are a damn good looking female, girl. The whole world should see how good you look, not just a few rich bastards who can afford a girl like you, or worse yet, some snot-nosed creep who charms you some day and lies to you enough to marry that gorgeous Catholic ass of yours!”
He went on: “Hey, you can share that ass with the whole world now, because I already have a picture of it and there is not a damn thing you can do to get it back. So tell me, Allison, how is it going to feel to know that a picture of you, your ass exposed and your panties down, in high heels and looking like a porno-star whore, how is it going to feel when I send copies of this picture to that loving Daddy of yours?”
I think I howled. I could not believe this was happening.
Grant continued, “What if I tell him his daughter is fine and happy, that she ran away and is an independent whore now, glad she will not have to endure his sick sadistic tortures? Hmm? Am I going to send a picture of your naked ass to your Daddy and Mommy, too, Allison my disobedient little girl?”
I was stunned. I thought of Daddy seeing me naked. “No, please don’t do that!” I whimpered.
He continued: “But that is nothing, Allison. Not only will you never be able to look at your Daddy again, but think of how much fun you will have at school! I think the boys and girls there will love your picture! Bet they make photocopies of it till every kid in town has one!”
I know I let out a desperate howl of pain...and finally begged, “No...no...no...don’t!”
“Look at me, Allison!" he said. Such was the tone of authority in his voice, and the level of defeat in me, that I raised my head and looked up. Tears ran down my cheeks.
“See that wall over there. There is a mailholder on it, and envelopes already addressed and ready for the pictures I am going to mail. Now its up to you whether I do it. Or shall we say it is up to your legs to save your ass from appearing naked all over town!” he said with a chuckle.
“All I want you to do, is let me finish taking pictures. You know I am going to get them from you, one way or another. If you cooperate, I will finish the shoot, and you won’t be the instant porno princess of your city. I have already seen you now. I know what your golden pussy looks like...from afar. Now, lets take some more pictures to complete the set, so we can call it a night and go to bed.” He knelt in front of me and got his camera ready. I saw him adjusting the lens.
“Spread your legs!”
I kept my eyes focused on the wall. I couldn't help but think over all the things he had told me. Pictures of me sent to Daddy....I shuddered. More sent to school...my stomach felt sick. Soon my mind went numb...everything was a whirl. I don’t think my eyes were focused.
A voice came out of the haze:
"That is it baby...a little wider...hold it!"
It was horrible...yes, somehow I did what he asked. I felt like I was in hell, and it did not matter anymore what I did. But maybe hell would end, and I desperately wanted to go home. But he had threatened to take away my home, to destroy it forever, and it was to save home that I think I allowed my legs to open like he wanted, and then to do all the other horrible things he wanted for that horrible camera of his.
So that is how I found myself on the floor, on my back. “Great! Now pull your legs up like you are going to get fucked.... Damn, I know you are clueless, just bend your knees and tilt up. That’s it!”
He went on...”Okay, you are in good shape, stick your legs out straight, but really wide apart. Hold it. Good. Next, can you put your feet behind your ears? Perfect. “
Finally it was over. He had his pictures.
He then said, “Man you are a looker, and I sure have looked!. You can put your legs down now, we are all finished. It's late. Time for us to go to bed!”
I cried.
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