[F4M] - I'm smaller, weaker, and chained in your basement

Alone and Surrounded

It wasn't just me. I heard stories of women being taken. Being murdered and left on the ground. Or being kidnapped and raped repeatedly before being released. Some just disappear. Some being beaten almost to death for being a snitch. People had the opportunity to get revenge now. Especially in the poorer neighborhoods.

It's been two years or so, since the bombs started to fall, since DC became filled with militia, firing at the white house. That Trump caused this mess. There's not much left here, and it's pretty lawless. Different parts of the city and region now controlled by different gangs. Sometimes the military helicopters fly low overhead, we always knew they were snatching someone up. It's been two months since I found my family killed in their sleep. I guess whoever did it didn't notice me under the blankets. A week later a bomb blew away the side of the house.

I've spent weeks wandering around, never traveling too far, if I can help it. But sometimes I need certain things, food, water, supplies. And it would take an entire day to carefully make it just a couple of miles. Our car was destroyed by the blast, and I had nothing. Alone and defenseless. Just like you like it, right?

Are you going to stumble onto me and take what you want, taking advantage of the opportunity? Nice at first, disguising your true self. Or not wasting time and letting your true colors show, knowing full well no one will stop you even if they noticed.

Or are you part of one of the gangs, and pick me up either because you suspect me of belonging to another gang? Or because you just like to take?

In any case, you can be as rough and mean, or as mysterious and sly, as you want. Mess with my head. Bind my wrists and eyes so I can't escape. I'm just a body for you to use once you've caught me. No one can help me when my hands are bound behind the headrest in your SUV or Jeep, my eyes covered. Random beatings might help get me to talk, or to get me to shut up, whichever you prefer, and keep me weak enough to not resist you. Or are you simply plain sadistic, and enjoy my squirming and coughing when your hand squeezes my neck, again, and again, and again. Maybe I'm worth something to you now. And it's easy to pass me around for your own good and protection. If I ever do become free from you, rescued, it sure would suck if my rescuers were just as bad.

A naive girl like me will never see it coming. You can make this as bad, disgusting, or as violent as you want it to be. So, how do you like your girl? Used and dirty? Bruised and bloody? Like it when she's desperately gasping for air? Like it when she runs as hard as she can so you can chase her? Or just tied up? Feisty or scared? Squirming and withering? Crying? Begging? Or hopeless? What would you like?

Kidnapped in the woods

My feel my heart pound in my chest, and I hear the snap of the twigs under my feet, my raspy panting. I don't know how far I've run, and I don't even know where I am anymore. I have never ran this far into the woods. It was getting thicker, rockier, bushier. I feel a sharp scrape on my bare leg where it caught the ends of a thorn bush. At almost the same moment I feel a sting in my ankle where my sneaker lands on a rock the wrong way. My black hair bounces in a pony tail as I run, feeling it faintly slapping at my neck, a little moist from the sweat.

All the while I can still hear the whistling, the shouting, and the thumps of the boots behind me. My side starts to ache from running so hard. My arm wraps around the smallest part of my torso, just under my ribs, holding my side where it aches with every movement or breath. My lungs are burning almost. I am slowing down, I can't keep it up, I can't do it. I stumble and my arms flail to keep me from falling to the dirt. I come to a stop, I can't go on. The boots behind me get super close, and the voices. My black tank top, tight on me, outlining the small hump where my bra sits underneath, heaves with my chest as I pant desperately for air, exposing the tips of my hip bones not quite reaching my purple mesh shorts. My legs bare, smoothly shaven but shows the scrapes and patches of dirt from the scuffle. My body shakes and stumbles backward as hands grab at my arms, pulling them back suddenly and roughly. "Ah!" I shout out, and just as two other men come into view, a hood or bag falls over my head, I can't see anymore.

At this point, its up to you how it goes down. You can be all part of some gang that wants to kidnap me and get revenge, or just use me as your own toy. Just because you're evil like that. Or you could be the special police, hauling me in for a rough interrogation and imprisonment. I could either deserve it, or not. Or you could be my own gang, friends, or family. And I've run off, trying to escape the treatment, the situation. But you don't take very kindly to that, and now I'm really going to take it. Or would you like to have me delivered to you by this group of guys, whomever you are. Or what would you like?

I do not want to enjoy it. I want to be forced to take this. Rape, beatings, choking, whatever else you want. That sort of thing. I like the intensity, I like the rawness, the hopelessness, the power struggle, the mind game, the objectivity.