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In this story, A/O is previously established. Warning for M-rated themes. Read at your own risk. Enjoy!
Alex and Olivia held hands as they walked out of the restaurant. "I had a good time," said Alex happily.
Olivia smiled and kissed Alex's cheek. "Me too, baby."
Olivia raised her hand to hail a cab when Alex felt a pair of arms wrapping around her. She screamed and Olivia spun around.
"Alex?"
And then another pair of arms wrapped around her, too. Olivia began to struggle, but the men were too strong. Alex screamed again, and the world went black.
When Alex came to, she panicked when she realized she couldn't see a thing. Frantically, she tried to reach her hands up to see what was wrong with her eyes, but she found them duct taped together and bit back a scream when she realized she was blindfolded. She couldn't feel her wrists or her ankles, but other than that, she was okay physically.
"Alex?"
Alex jumped and tried to place the voice. "O-Olivia?"
"Yeah, honey, it's me. Are you okay?"
"Fine," replied Alex shakily. "What are you doing here? What happened?"
Olivia's voice was laced with concern. "You don't remember?"
"N-no." Alex started to panic again. "Where am I? Why are you –?"
"Calm down, Alex," said Olivia soothingly. "Calm down. We were at the restaurant, remember? And there were two men and they put us in their truck. They hit you pretty hard, Alex. You passed out. They abducted us."
Alex began to cry. "They kidnapped us?"
"We're going to be okay, honey," Olivia assured her. "We will be. I'm here. I'll take care of you, Alex. I'll protect you. They're not going to hurt you."
Alex let out a strangled cry. "Liv – Liv, I – I can't feel my wrists! Or my ankles!" She swallowed another sob. "Liv, I'm scared."
Her wounded cries were tearing Olivia's heart out. She wanted to take Alex into her arms and hold her close, but she couldn't, her own wrists and ankles being bound. "Honey," she said as calmly as she could. "Honey, I need you to calm down. It's going to be okay, but I need you to calm down. Take a deep breath, Alex. Count to three." When Alex complied, she continued, "What are we going to do on Saturday, Alex? Your parents are coming over. Do you want to go out for dinner or do you want to clean up the house and make something for them?"
Alex let out a shaky breath. "I – I can't," she managed through her tears.
"Focus, sweetie," encouraged Olivia. "What are we going to do for them? Are we going to make a pasta dish?"
Alex tried to think about what Olivia was asking her, but she couldn't keep her mind from drifting back to the terror that continued to fill her. "Um, we're going to go out," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "There's this Italian place they like near the house."
"Good girl. What's it called, honey?"
Alex let out a sob. "I don't know!"
"Think, sweetie, think. What's it called?"
Alex squeezed her eyes shut and tried to remember. Finally, she came up with the answer. "Oregano."
"Good. Now what do they have to eat?" prodded Olivia.
Alex felt herself starting to calm down. "Pasta. They have really good pizza, too, but I always get fettuccine alfredo."
Suddenly, they felt the van stop and metal doors being flung open. Alex began to tremble, and Olivia must have somehow felt it because she said, a bit more urgently, "What do they have for dessert, honey?"
"I – I don't know," answered Alex, unable to keep the tremor from her voice.
"Yes, you do, baby. Come on, think. What do they have for dessert?"
Alex forced herself to focus on Olivia's question. "Um, cake. Chocolate cake. Chocolate lava cake."
"Is it good?"
"Y-yes," stammered Alex, starting to shake again as she heard footsteps approaching.
She stilled as she felt a man kneeling in front of her and ripping the duct tape off her ankles. She felt herself being yanked to her feet and a harsh voice ordered, "Get up and follow us. You scream and you're dead." She felt something cold and metallic pressed to her head and her trembling increased when she realized it was a gun.
The man kept a hand on the small of her back, leading her out of the van and into some kind of building. It smelled musky and it was cold, like a basement. She didn't dare to ask, but she could hear footsteps behind her, and she assumed they were Olivia's. But neither woman said a word.
The footsteps suddenly seemed further away, and Alex started to panic. "Olivia?" she asked uncertainly.
She was rewarded with a sharp slap to her right cheek. "Shut up," the man growled, pulling her faster.
Alex felt herself being led away from Olivia and she began to cry silent, hopeless tears. She was helpless to their whims and there was nothing she could do about it.
She felt a push and hit a cold stone wall, sinking to the ground from the impact. She felt the duct tape ripped from her hands and handcuffs fastened around her wrists and pulled above her head, attached to something on the ceiling. Her arms strained with the effort of being bound, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Then rough hands started to tear at her pants and she tried to struggle, but it was futile, and it just earned her another slap as her legs were forced further apart. "Shut up," growled the man, pulling off her pants and throwing them away.
She heard the door open and footsteps enter the room. "Can I join the party?" asked a man in a silky smooth voice.
"Sure," said the first man. "We can have a lot of fun with this one." She felt fingers dancing up her thighs and instinctively clenched her legs together, but rough hands forced them apart and the first man snickered. "Beautiful." He removed Alex's panties, too.
She tried to kick him, but he seemed to have gotten fed up with her struggling and she felt two different hands on each ankle, binding them and chaining them so her legs were spread eagle. She felt one of her ankles twist and swallowed her yelp of pain, fearing it was broken.
A hand snaked between Alex's legs and she shrieked, trying to press her legs together but unable to do so. She was rewarded with a swift, powerful smack to the back of her head, and for a moment she saw stars. "Please," Alex whispered, finally finding her voice. "Please don't."
There was another chuckle and then the hand returned, forcing her thighs apart and slipping between her legs, stretching her entrance. Alex was terrified and she was dry, and it hurt so much. She whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut, half glad for the blindfold and half wishing she could be more aware of her surroundings. She felt so powerless in this position, with the hand of a man she couldn't see playing inside her. There was pain, yes, lots of it, but she was more humiliated than she'd ever been in her life.
She heard a belt being removed and pants being unzipped and she winced, from the pain at having her arms bound and her legs spread, from the humiliation of being at these strangers' mercy, from the absolute terror coursing through her veins.
She felt her shirt being lifted over her head and her bra being removed, then rough hands cupping her breasts. Alex squirmed, trying to move away, but she couldn't, being bound as she was.
She heard the snapping of a belt and cried out when she felt a lash land on her back, a fire igniting where the belt had just hit. The blows continued to rain down on her back and legs, but still, neither man said a word. Alex began to cry out of pure desperation and fear.
And suddenly, the lashes stopped. She felt a hand snake between her legs again and screamed, which earned her another slap, and one of the men forced her thighs apart again before sliding his hard shaft between her folds.
Alex cried as she felt him inside her. She stayed as still as she could, praying for it to be over soon, but it hurt so much as he thrust inside her. "No, no, no," she whimpered, but to no avail.
"Shut up," snapped a rough voice, and she fell silent, biting down on her lower lip as he released his fluids inside her. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to calm down.
And as she felt the second man enter her, she tensed, but tried to take herself to a better place. She thought of Olivia, the beauty of Olivia's lopsided smiles, the warmth of Olivia's arms wrapped around her at night, the tenderness of Olivia's soft kisses.
Alex's voice caught in her throat. She couldn't scream, although she knew it would do her no good even if she could. She just wept, and when they were finished and left the room, slamming the door and leaving her alone, she continued to sob, unable to move. She was in so much pain, inside and out, and all she wanted was Olivia.
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