Gov't 1B
[LAST NAME]-san
I plan it well. It will be my first kidnapping; my first real rape of a pretty young girl. My first experimentation with all the devices of pain I had thought up before. I obsessed about my target more than any other girl on campus-- [FULL NAME] she is a sophomore in LSA, living at [ADDRESS] And, most importantly, she'd in my Japanese class.
That's where I saw her. Otherwise, I think, she'd of been lost in the maze of all the pretty girls there are at the University of Michigan. I was in class and sitting down before she walked in. When she did, she immediatly caught my eye. Light brown hair that looks soft and luxurious; slightly pink skin. Her eyes are wide; her face is struck into a permanent expression of bewilderment, or maybe thought. Her body is small; her breasts barely noticable, which gave me surprise to learm that she's a sophomore. One could easily think of her as a Freshman, and a young one to boot. she has that girlish naive look.
I knew I had to have her. I wanted so badly to sink my aching cock into her woman-flesh; wanted to hear her scream and moan. Every day in class I avoided looking at her so I wouldn't get a boner. I made plans. I went shopping, bought tools to play with. I made myself broke with that. Then I took my Volkswagen from where it had been parked, and mooved it closer to the Frieze building. It was here we have class. It was here I'll kidnap her.
I watch her during class. She's wearing tight bluejeans and a tight wool turtle-neck sweater. She's done something to her hair; it falls differently over her shoulders today. I notice her glasses. For some reason, I'd never registered that before. I'm not paying attention during class, and make several fuck-ups. The class laughs at me. She laughs at me. But she won't be laughing tonight!
The young, semi-luscious but aging Japanese bitch who teaches our class bows and says, "Sayonaara." As a class, we respond,"Situree simasu!" I watch [NAME] slowly back her bags. She lifts it up, slings it over one petite shoulder, and walks out. I follow her. She doesn't notice. Why should she? I've always gone out this way.
The Frieze building, and the campus area in general, espaecially during class changes, is not the perfect place to kidnap young ladies. So I make a plan. Pretending to be frazzled, I run up to [NAME] just as she's leaving the building, and say, "Uh....could you wait a sec!"
She turns around, glares at me. Oh, I'll make her glare all-right.
I say, "Uh...what was that Syukku-sensei was saying about a test Friday?"
She heaves a sigh and says, "We have another katakana quiz Friday. We always have a katakana quiz Friday!"
By now, she'd begun to walk again. I scramble behind her, pretending to be confused. I babble meaningless remarks to her, keeping her off-balance and slowed down, so that I can maneuver her right beside my car. At the last moment, I open the door, pull a gun, and say, "Get in!" There are people around. I hope they're not paying attention.
[Name] jaw gapes open at the gun, stunned and unmoving. Putting one arm around her shoulder, I say, "Get in. Good. Now get on the floor there--curl up...oh! I didn't have to tell you to do that! Now don't make a sound," I wave the gun menacingly. I throw a blanket over where she lays curled up in front of the passenger side seat. I start the car, and maneuver my way of campus.
"Now, Miss [Name]," I begin, "Your probably lying there wondering why I've taken you like this? Well, you see, you're a bitch. You've got a tight young body and creamy legs. Oh and don't think i haven't noticed you in those short shorts you wear. So I got to thinking how pure and untouched you are, and decided you'd make me a perfect plaything."
[Name] started to speak, but I poked the blanket with my gun, "Remember, dear. No sounds," She quiets down. I start to verbally abuse her. "Your such a fucking bitch, You never even said "hi" to me once. you just pass right by me every day, waving your cute behind, and ignore me. I know your a cunt. You play those games on purpose. You want to drive me crazy!"
"So, you see, now you can no longer play those games. You can no longer ignore me. 'Cause I'm gonna hurt you and I'm gonna hurt you bad. And know what? I'm gonna get real off on it. Nive and horny. So I'm gonna fuck you and then, [NAME] dear, I'm gonna kill you," I smiled. I liked the sound of that.
[NAME] broke the mandated silence to beg for mercy. She said she'd give me anything I asked for. I told her she had nothing I wanted that wasn't her mind or her body. Mainly her body.
Eventually, we got to where we are going. I stop the car, open the passenger side door, and tell her to get out. She does so, and stands up fearfully, stretching her aching muscles. She looks around. She has no idea where this is. An unused access road off of 23 I had the luck to find. I hand her my keys. She accepts with trembling hands. The fear behind her eyes is gratifying.
"Open the trunk!" I command, waving with the gun. She does so, hesitantly. There's a box - my toys - inside. I tell her to take it out. As she does so, small whimpy muscles straining to lift the box, she breaks down again.
"Please, don't do this. you don't have to do this. You've got it all wrong. I swear, I won't tell anybody...."
I whisper, "Shut up, stinking bitch," as nastily as I can.
When she drops the box on the dirt road with a thump, I tell her to open it. She does. Inside, her eyes widen with terror at my collection of tools. I have pliers and wire-cutters and a small blow torcg and steel wire and stuff like that. But more than that, I have dildos, and gags, and whips, and stuff.
[NAME] covers her mouth in surprise, and takes a falting step backwards -- right into me. I grab her shoulders and straighten her up. I press the gun against her back, and step away. I tell her. "turn around and strip?"
"Wha...what?" she says in her soft delicious voice.
"I said strip, you whore! get naked!"
Trembling, terrified and ashamed, poor brunnette -- slowly undresses. I name th item to be removed, and she removes. I take my time, enjoying her display. I get my camera and stat taking pictures of each step.
"Watch band...shirt....shoes....socks....pants..."
Slowly, my pink slut sheds her clothing. Her breathe comes quickly the more bare she becomes. I hold her at bra and panties for awhile. I step around her, looking and getting pictures from all angles. She follows me with deer-in-the-headlights eyes. I'm aroused by her petite body. Her legs are smooth and creamy all the way up to her crotch; the rest of her skin is equally as fine. With the tip of my finger, I caresse her bra and panties. She trembles, more with shame than fear yet.