Sarah and Katherine walked down the street, holding hands and giggling at little old ladies walking their tiny fifi dogs that looked surprisingly like their owners. They had been best friends since they were little, and holding hands came naturally, but lately they had been doing things that "just friends" didn't normally do. Their sexual needs were becoming more noticeable, as the girls, 18 and 19, matured. Rather than waste their time with boys, they turned to each other, as with anything else. So now, they really did share everything, from girl gossip, to pillow talk.
The girls walked into a small shop on their side of the street. Moving from the bright sunshine outdoors to the dimly lit interior of their favorite shop took a little bit of ocular adjustment. They browsed through the racks of clothes, and Sarah found several things that she wanted to try on. "You go ahead, I'm still looking around" Kat remarked to her friend's little suggestion that they "get a dressing room" which had been followed by a sly wink.
As Sarah sauntered, deliberately, over to the dressing room and closed the door behind her, Kat laughed a little, and continued browsing through a rack of brightly colored shirts. She never heard the man come up behind her. Suddenly there was a hand over her mouth, she yelped into it, looking around frantically, but couldn't see anything. A man's voice whispered harshly in her ear "Be quiet, and act like nothing's wrong." She felt a small point of pressure against her side, as he released her mouth, put a hand firmly on her hip, just like she was his girlfriend or something. "Call your friend, get her to come along as well."
As he moved along side of her, she finally got a good look at him. For someone doing this sort of thing, he wasn't that bad looking, really. He kind of resembled her history professor, professor Jackson, from last semester. She frowned at him, thinking. "How on earth am I to do that?" she stated with a rise to her voice, and then she added almost as an afterthought "are you going to rob us?"
He growled in a low tone "I'm sure you'll think of something, and no.... I've got far more interesting things in mind," as he jabbed the small shape into her side harshly.
"Okay, oookay, here goes." She closed her eyes and hoped that he wouldn't use whatever weapon he held against her for this, as she called out in the store "Sarah, come meet my dad's friend from work, he's super nice, and he just volunteered to pay for whatever we want!" She winced at the sudden jab of pain in her side, from the cylindrical shape that pressed against her, then smiled inwardly as that last bit struck home with him, and he glared at her, but didn't seem too very upset. Kat grabbed a few random shirts in her size from the rack so her friend wouldn't be quite as suspicious.
Sarah rushed out of the dressing room, tugging her own clothes back into place as she approached. She hung the "no's" back on the rack, and looked at Kat. "You're not gonna try 'em on?"
Looking up at the man next to her then back to her friend "No, David said he could give us a ride home too, but he's in a bit of a hurry. Besides, I can always return whatever doesn't fit." She prided herself at coming up with an excuse so quickly, and with so little hesitation. She had to admit that she was actually kind of reeling from the excitement of it all. Her head was spinning a little, like it did last New Year's when she'd downed three back-to-back glasses of her mother's champagne.
Kat led the group to the register and placed her clothes on the counter, waiting for Sarah to do the same. The man pulled out his wallet with the arm that had been on her hip, paying with cash. They waited for the clerk to put the items into two bags before Katherine let Sarah lead the way out of the store. She hoped that the guy really did have a car, and the farce she had created so well wasn't ruined by the lack of one. That might set off an alarm to Sarah, who could end up with a not-so-pretty little hole in her side.
There was a car though, which the man pointed to, not too far off. It was a pretty nice one with fresh beige paint, darkly tinted windows and a sunroof. He opened the doors with his keyless entry, even popping the trunk for the girls to insert their bags. "You girls should sit in the back, so you can be close to each other, I know how girls like to chat," he said. Kat couldn't figure out how he sounded so nonchalant about it, here he was, abducting two teenage girls, and he was acting like he was ACTUALLY her dad's friend!
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He ushered Kat in and let Sarah slide in alongside her, not worried about the girl escaping out the other side, as the doors were "child proofed". He nodded as the girls got in, and closed the other rear door behind them. The prettier one, Kat, began whispering to her friend rapidly. She was, no doubt telling the other girl what he really was, but that didn't matter now, it really was too late. He closed the trunk, and sat in the driver's seat, pulling some scarves from the glove box.
Both girls looked at him fearfully as he turned around to face them, taking them in through his tinted sunglasses. These "children" were anything but, and they knew it. Their full chests and curved hips marked them for the young women they were. He understood now why he had been entrusted with their care. He turned his head towards the prettier one, the fiery one who would most likely bring more problems. "Your wrists, girl, NOW."
He noticed the girl's slight frown, but there was something shimmering in her eyes, that did not appear to be tears. Was it interest, or maybe curiosity? He would know soon enough. He bound her wrists securely with the soft fabric of one of the black scarves, and tied another around her eyes, then simply stated "I recommend not trying to struggle from them, things will be much easier for you if you just cooperate." He looked at the other girl "The same goes for you, and now it's your turn. Wrists."
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She trembled with rage, fear, and excitement as the man tied Kat with those soft black scarves, and then nodded silently as he spoke to her, holding out her wrists for him. When he started the car, she fumbled around next to her, trying to find Kat's bound hands. They were waiting for hers, and their fingers interlocked. They spoke in hushed tones on their way to wherever he was taking them, trying to comfort each other, and ease the fears. "Everything will be okay," she said at last, as much to convince herself as Kat. She couldn't see her, but she knew the other girl nodded, and she wondered if her friend was as much of a jumble of emotions as she was.
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