This story is submitted for the September 2021 story contest "When You Say Nothing At All." The premise is pretty simple. Male kidnaps female and rapes her. After he's done he returns her to her home. There is no death. (Note: this story is separate from my Kidnapping Chronicles stories. Hannah in this story is not the same as the Hannah in the other stories.)
And now The Switch
Hannah was nervous. Very nervous. Usually her fingernails were well manicured, but now they were stubs from chewing on them. Her hand slid into her pocket for the thousandth time to make sure the slip of paper was inside. Feeling the paper there only made her more nervous. He was coming soon, but Hannah didn't know when. A cracking sound off to the right made her nearly piss her pants. Her long blonde hair swiveled with her head in the direction of the sound. It was only a stray dog looking for scraps. Hannah let out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Another sound made her jump off to the left. Nothing was there when she turned that way. Cautiously she walked over. As she walked to her left, a pecan fell to the ground from a tree. It hit the ground with the same sound. This is what Hannah's life was like now. She jumped and was startled by every little sound.
Even indoors wasn't safe. It could happen there at any time. She left her front door unlocked on purpose each day and only locked it right before bed. When Hannah showered she always listened for any kind of noise. She wasn't enjoying the hot water streaming down her C cup breasts like she used to. Hannah used to love taking her time to shower, but now her nerves made her do everything fast. Every creak or groan of the house made Hannah jump out of her skin. The anticipation had become a nightmare. When Hannah could sleep, it was always very light. The slightest noise would snap her awake. As the days turned into weeks, Hannah became even more jumpy. It was rare for Hannah to relax. She was always tense.
The weeks turned into a month. Hannah had begun to relax. The stray dog scrounging for scraps no longer frightened her. Noises from the house was just the foundation settling. She was able to finally enjoy her showers again. Her nails were perfectly manicured again. Nuts from trees that fell to the ground didn't even make her flinch. Now instead of being nervous, Hannah was disappointed. Yet Hannah's disappointment was misplaced. She made a simple mistake...
...Rosanna looked fairly similar to Hannah. She too had long blonde hair and well kept nails. Rosanna's breasts were a little larger at a D cup size. Both girls had perfect faces without a blemish on them. Brown eyes shined and sparkled with their beauty. Both women were 27 years old. Though the pair lived in the same neighborhood, they never met each other or knew the other existed. Rosanna's house number was 312 while Hannah's was 132. Hannah's unintended switch of numbers changed Rosanna's life forever.
Rosanna enjoyed spending time at the park near her neighborhood. She liked to go just as the sun set. Most people wouldn't be in the park at that time since darkness soon followed sunset. Rosanna wasn't afraid because she had come to the park at sunset several years without issue. It allowed her to listen to the sounds of nocturnal nature slowly awakening. She closed her eyes like she always did and listened to the crickets sing. Normally a peaceful calm would seep through her body, but something was different today. Rosanna had an unusual feeling in her gut. A strange sound reached her ears. Something with a zipper had either opened or closed...
...Jack unzipped the gym bag. His hand slid into his pocket and verified that the consent form was there. He had been watching the woman for a few weeks and planned to take her tonight. Slowly, Jack crept up to the woman he believed to be Hannah. Nobody was nearby. Suddenly, Jack ran to the woman with the gym bag open. He swiftly trapped her in the bag and shoved it to the ground to knock her off balance. Jack quickly zipped up the bag and ran to his car. He put the bag in the backseat. Nothing in the bag was moving. Jack shook his head and unzipped a small part of the bag. He slid his hand inside...
...A small dot of light shined through the bag. Rosanna got the wind knocked out of her and was simply in too much shock to move. The light faded as she felt fingers feel around inside the bag. Two fingers found her neck and pressed gently down. She felt her pulse throb onto the fingers. A whimper escaped her lips. The man must have heard her whimper. His hand went further into the bag. Rosanna felt the hand slide down her shirt and underneath her bra. His hand caressed her right breast. She tried her best to wiggle away and screamed as loud as she could...
...Jack was satisfied with the reaction of his victim. He pulled his hand away and zipped the bag back up. Screeching wordless screams were muffled through the bag. Now Jack was certain the woman wasn't hurt. She flailed her arms and legs inside. The woman was completely helpless and couldn't escape. Jack carefully followed the speed limit as he drove to their destination. About half an hour later they arrived at a nice out of the way cabin he rented for this occasion. His cock was hard with anticipation...
...Rosanna screamed so much she couldn't scream any longer due to her voice being hoarse. She panicked and had forgotten to try and figure out how far they had gone or what turns the car made. There was no way of knowing how long they had driven either. Rosanna felt the car stop and heard the engine cease its rumbling. Wildly she thrashed her arms and legs as best she could in a desperate attempt to break free of the bag. Nothing worked.
She heard one of the car doors open and shut. Then she heard the door closest to her open. Her body was lifted out of the car. Rosanna tried her best to struggle, but nothing seemed to deter her captor. She felt herself plant facedown on a surface. A zipper behind her opened. The bag had zippers on both sides. Before Rosanna could react, her arms were twisted behind her back. Handcuffs snapped on her wrists. Rosanna emerged from the bag. Her eyes blinked at the sudden light. Sheets and a bedframe materialized in her vision. She was laying facedown on a bed...
...Jack rolled the woman over to where she was laying on her arms behind her back. He enjoyed the terror on her face. Her eyes grew wider with even more terror when he brandished a knife. Whimpers escaped her trembling lips. Slowly the knife kissed her shirt. Jack made sure the knife cut perfectly down the middle of her shirt from the bottom all the way to the collar. He pushed both halves of the shirt aside. Her bra and cleavage were completely exposed. The woman's bra was next to meet the knife. Sobs squeaked out of her lips as the knife quickly cut the bra in half to expose her large breasts. Tears welled up into her perfect brown eyes. Jack didn't waste time and firmly rubbed both knockers. The tears streamed down her perfect face. He squeezed those nice, firm, full tits.
A distinct shape formed in Jack's pants. He pulled them down to show the woman his hard, thick cock then completely undressed. The woman wordlessly cried and sobbed. Jack enjoyed sliding his cock between the woman's large boobs. His cock became even harder as he titty fucked the slut. Pleasure began to build inside his body. Jack squeezed her breasts hard as he continued to fuck her boobs. Fire burned inside of him. Faster and faster he fucked between the tits. The woman only made sobs and whimpers. The flames consumed his body. Jack made sure to unleash his load all over the woman's breast. The Viagra he had taken earlier kept his cock rock hard...
...Rosanna felt dirty all over her bosom. He had unleashed his load all over her. The man made sure to let her see that his cock was still rock hard. Tears made it difficult for Rosanna to fully see, but she could still see enough. For the second time a knife was presented in front of her face. Rosanna was terrified of the knife. She felt him tug at her skirt and knew her skirt was next to get cut off her body. Yet there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her hands were pressed painfully behind her back and she didn't want to get cut by the knife.
Terror filled her heart when she felt the front of her panties lifted from her skin. The knife made quick work of her underwear. Now Rosanna knew her womanhood was fully exposed to the man. She closed her eyes and continued to cry out hoarse wordless sobs. The man's hands guided her to sit up. Her arms were finally free from pain. Relief was short lived. Her wrists were uncuffed from behind her back, but her right wrist was quickly cuffed to the headboard. There was no way Rosanna could escape.
Next, Rosanna felt her ass being lifted into the air. She opened her eyes and saw that the man had placed pillows underneath her bottom. Her pussy was totally exposed and helpless. Rosanna wordlessly screamed a hoarse, loud scream. The man was not deterred by her scream. One of his index fingers slid into her exposed womanhood. His other hand groped her bosom. Both of her nipples were flicked, rubbed, pulled, and pinched. Sobs and moans escaped Rosanna's lips...
...Jack felt the slut's cunt get nice and wet. Her nipples were perfectly hard too. He withdrew his finger and pressed his body against hers. Another hoarse scream escaped her lips when his cock roughly penetrated her tight wet cunt. Jack muffled her screams by kissing her lips hard. His arms wrapped around her sexy body. Slowly Jack fucked the whore as if he had all the time in the world. Jack's lips pressed harder against the woman's. Muffled hoarse moans and screams erupted from her trapped mouth. Harder and faster Jack took that tight wet pussy.
Soon muffled moans erupted from Jack's mouth as well. Muffled moans of pleasure combined with muffled moans of torment in a perfect symphony of musical sex. Harder and faster, Jack continued to thrust deep into that whore pussy. The fire he felt earlier returned. Without mercy Jack continued to fuck as hard and as fast as he could. Slowly the fire continued to build throughout his body...
...Rosanna felt the fire too. Her body was betraying her. Hoarse moans of pleasure were all that escaped her trapped lips. She couldn't even make a sob or cry of protest any longer. Rosanna tried her best to stop herself from getting the orgasm. Yet the fire continued to build throughout her whole body. Suddenly she couldn't hold back any longer. The loudest muffled scream yet filled the room. Her body twitched into a perfect unwanted pleasure.
The cock wouldn't stop violating her. It kept going even harder and faster than before. She heard his moans become more primal. Suddenly the pacing slowed. He took her slow and deep for a few more thrusts. Then, she heard the loudest moan from him yet. Warm, sticky fluid coated her insides. The weight of his body pressed against hers. Rosanna felt like she couldn't breathe...
...Jack rested on top of the slut for a few moments to get his energy back. After a few moments he rolled off of her. Cum leaked from her cunt. He also had cum on his own body from pressing against her boobs covered in cum. Jack took as much cum as he could and rubbed the whore all over with it. He moved his still hard cock to her face. She didn't want to cooperate until the knife was flashed in front of her face again. The slut opened her mouth and invited his hard, filthy cock inside.
The slut gagged on his cock. It didn't feel as good as her pussy of course, but he still enjoyed the feeling of being inside her slutty mouth. Jack orally raped the woman without any mercy. With one hand he held her head and forced her to suck his cock. The other hand groped wherever he could touch her dirty body. It didn't take long for the fire to burn inside of him again. He pulled his cock out of the slut's mouth and spewed cum all over her face. The slut's tears mixed with his cum in a beautiful mixture of torment and suffering.
Jack uncuffed the woman's hand from the headboard. She didn't even try anything. Her eyes had defeat in them and all she could do was cry uncontrollably. He grabbed the bag he used to take her here and opened it. His hands guided her to go inside the bag. Sobbing, she complied. Jack zipped up the bag and carried his victim back to his truck. It didn't take very long for him to reach the destination in mind. He made sure to park in the back of a specific house where no one would be able to see him. Jack took the bag out of the car and entered the house. He peered into a few rooms until he found a bedroom and placed the bag on a bed...
...Rosanna felt like the bag was on a surface again. Only this time, her back was to the surface. The zipper opened. She closed her eyes and braced for more torment. Her body was lifted up out of the bag like last time, but this time she was placed down without any restraints. Rosanna sobbed, waiting for the torment to start. Instead, she heard footsteps grow softer and softer. A door opened and shut. The man's footsteps could be heard slowly fading away. After the footsteps fully faded, Rosanna slowly opened her eyes. The familiar images of her room greeted her. She was in her own bed. The man had taken her back to her house. Home gave her no comfort at all. The man knew exactly where she lived. Rosanna fearfully curled up into a ball. She hugged herself and cried until she had no more energy to do so. Nightmares haunted her dreams...
...Hannah was angry. She was tired of waiting and wished Jack would have given her a picture, number, or something to contact him. But Jack wouldn't do that. No picture of him and no contact outside the server meant the kidnapping could happen at any time. It also meant that any strange man she didn't know could be Jack. Or Jack could even be someone she knew. While Hannah didn't personally know someone named Jack, he could have easily lied about his name in an effort to hide his real identity like she had done. In any case, it had been long enough that Hannah wanted to see why there was a delay.
Hannah had avoided the server in case something weird happened while doing a forced fantasy roleplay with Jack. Any trace of her fantasy was scrubbed from her computer in preparation for the roleplay. As a teacher, she had to make sure absolutely nothing could be traced back to her. Teacher or not, Hannah's patience had run out. She was tired of taking birth control and tired of wearing clothes she didn't care about while not at work. Hannah logged into her throwaway discord account for the first time in a month. She immediately noticed a message in the server just hours old that made her nervous again. Jack just finished a forced fantasy roleplay with an undisclosed woman. He was well known in that discord community as a safe guy who kidnaps other members for forced fantasy roleplay. Whoever he played with must have wanted to be discrete. Since Jack had just finished playing with someone else, Hannah knew he could be coming for her soon. She quickly logged out of the discord server and made sure the login details weren't auto saved. Her index finger slowly moved to her mouth. Hannah nibbled on her well manicured nail in anticipation and excitement...
