This is part 1 of my first attempt at a story. Let me know what you think.
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Parallel Entertainment Part 1 */F
“At last another day done” thought Tracey as she left the office at the usual 5pm. Tracey was a general office assistant in a law firm in a quiet town in Southern Texas. She was underpaid and over worked but it was the only job she could get being only 20 with no experience. “At least it’s a job and regular money” she said to herself as she strode her everyday route across a deserted playing field towards the road that led to her parent’s house where she had lived since she was born.
Tracey was a shy girl. She was 20 but could be mistaken for younger. At 5’4 her petite narrow body barely scraped 100 pounds. Her shoulder length blonde hair framed her pretty face, blue eyes sparkled with naivety and a faint scattering of freckles on her cheeks gave her a very cute look. Her breasts were small but firm and fleshy, her tummy trim and flat. Long legs set with impossibly tiny kneecaps gave way to a perfect tight ass. Her feet were small but well proportioned to the rest of her body.
As Tracey departed the field through a gap in a hedge and onto her parent’s road she almost bumped straight into a large stocky man in a black suit with shades. She apologised and went to walk round him but he side stepped back into her path. Tracey didn’t say anything but she was frightened. She wasn’t used to confrontation like this and didn’t know what to do. Suddenly without warning she was grabbed from behind around her middle and carried backwards into the back of a panelled van with darkened windows in the read doors. Tracey started screaming for all she was worth into the quiet evening air. The man who blocked her path climbed in and closed the doors. Tracey quickly realised that there were four men in total in the van including a man in the driver’s seat. She stopped yelling for feat of being hit but a black leather ball gag was forced into her unwilling mouth anyway.
The van began to move off down the road at a leisurely pace. The man who grabbed her in the road released his grip and she just stayed on the floor of the van, stunned, her heart beating achingly fast and hard. The van passed her parents house and Tracey watched through the darkened rear windows as her home and freedom slowly disappeared. “Who are these men, what do they want with me”? Tracey couldn't ask these questions because of her gag but even without the gag she would have been too scared. She just temporarily accepted her fate and shook with fear and the thought of what might come next.
The van soon left the main road and branched off onto smaller roads, leaving the town behind and travelling through country. The men didn’t even talk among themselves. After maybe an hour without passing a single house or vehicle the van slowed and pulled into what looked like an abandoned industrial complex. The concrete parking lot had weeds growing through the cracks, the tall formidable brick building was maybe 10 stories high with many of the first floor windows smashed. The van pulled up to the base of a rusty exterior fire escape staircase.
The van doors opened and she was pulled out of the back of the van and carried by the arms, one burly man on each side, her feet not touching the ground. She knew fighting was futile as the strong men carried her up the staircase. One floor after another they carried her. The higher they went the more of the surrounding area she could see and she began to realise they were miles from anywhere. Just scrubland could be seen with the odd ramshackle abandoned house dotted here and there. Eventually they reached the top floor and the staircase came to an end.
There set into the old brick exterior wall was an obviously a brand new steel door. It looked like a nuclear bomb wouldn’t shift it. One of the men took a bunch of keys and inserted a very complicated looking tubular key into a slot in the wall next to the door. A little green light flashed and the door popped open a fraction. The door was opened the men entered, still carrying Tracey. The door was closed behind them and Tracey found herself in a small booth, there was barely enough room for all 5 of them. The man who opened the previous door pressed his thumb onto a square piece of glass and a green line of light scanned down his thumbprint before the next steel door slid back with a whoosh. They carried Tracey into a room that looked like an office.
A girl sat behind a desk in front of them typing away. On the wall behind her was a sign that read "Parallel Entertainment". Stylish sofas and potted palm trees completed the modern office look. "Unbelievable considering the building this is encased in" thought Tracey. "Whoever runs this operation must not want anyone to know where its located. This must be a very profitable business". The man who opened the doors pulled a slip of paper out of his inside jacket pocket. "A new delivery” he said as he handed the slip to the receptionist. She took the slip and scanned a barcode from it into her computer. She then picked up the phone and said "Tracey is here Mr Robinson." Less than a minute later a door opened into the office and two men in white lab coats entered. "Welcome Tracey, we've been expecting you" one of them said in a kind voice, then jabbing her arm with a scary looking hypodermic needle. As Tracey quickly lost consciousness she had a nasty feeling that her world was about to get a whole lot more complicated.
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Parallel Entertainment Part 1 */F
“At last another day done” thought Tracey as she left the office at the usual 5pm. Tracey was a general office assistant in a law firm in a quiet town in Southern Texas. She was underpaid and over worked but it was the only job she could get being only 20 with no experience. “At least it’s a job and regular money” she said to herself as she strode her everyday route across a deserted playing field towards the road that led to her parent’s house where she had lived since she was born.
Tracey was a shy girl. She was 20 but could be mistaken for younger. At 5’4 her petite narrow body barely scraped 100 pounds. Her shoulder length blonde hair framed her pretty face, blue eyes sparkled with naivety and a faint scattering of freckles on her cheeks gave her a very cute look. Her breasts were small but firm and fleshy, her tummy trim and flat. Long legs set with impossibly tiny kneecaps gave way to a perfect tight ass. Her feet were small but well proportioned to the rest of her body.
As Tracey departed the field through a gap in a hedge and onto her parent’s road she almost bumped straight into a large stocky man in a black suit with shades. She apologised and went to walk round him but he side stepped back into her path. Tracey didn’t say anything but she was frightened. She wasn’t used to confrontation like this and didn’t know what to do. Suddenly without warning she was grabbed from behind around her middle and carried backwards into the back of a panelled van with darkened windows in the read doors. Tracey started screaming for all she was worth into the quiet evening air. The man who blocked her path climbed in and closed the doors. Tracey quickly realised that there were four men in total in the van including a man in the driver’s seat. She stopped yelling for feat of being hit but a black leather ball gag was forced into her unwilling mouth anyway.
The van began to move off down the road at a leisurely pace. The man who grabbed her in the road released his grip and she just stayed on the floor of the van, stunned, her heart beating achingly fast and hard. The van passed her parents house and Tracey watched through the darkened rear windows as her home and freedom slowly disappeared. “Who are these men, what do they want with me”? Tracey couldn't ask these questions because of her gag but even without the gag she would have been too scared. She just temporarily accepted her fate and shook with fear and the thought of what might come next.
The van soon left the main road and branched off onto smaller roads, leaving the town behind and travelling through country. The men didn’t even talk among themselves. After maybe an hour without passing a single house or vehicle the van slowed and pulled into what looked like an abandoned industrial complex. The concrete parking lot had weeds growing through the cracks, the tall formidable brick building was maybe 10 stories high with many of the first floor windows smashed. The van pulled up to the base of a rusty exterior fire escape staircase.
The van doors opened and she was pulled out of the back of the van and carried by the arms, one burly man on each side, her feet not touching the ground. She knew fighting was futile as the strong men carried her up the staircase. One floor after another they carried her. The higher they went the more of the surrounding area she could see and she began to realise they were miles from anywhere. Just scrubland could be seen with the odd ramshackle abandoned house dotted here and there. Eventually they reached the top floor and the staircase came to an end.
There set into the old brick exterior wall was an obviously a brand new steel door. It looked like a nuclear bomb wouldn’t shift it. One of the men took a bunch of keys and inserted a very complicated looking tubular key into a slot in the wall next to the door. A little green light flashed and the door popped open a fraction. The door was opened the men entered, still carrying Tracey. The door was closed behind them and Tracey found herself in a small booth, there was barely enough room for all 5 of them. The man who opened the previous door pressed his thumb onto a square piece of glass and a green line of light scanned down his thumbprint before the next steel door slid back with a whoosh. They carried Tracey into a room that looked like an office.
A girl sat behind a desk in front of them typing away. On the wall behind her was a sign that read "Parallel Entertainment". Stylish sofas and potted palm trees completed the modern office look. "Unbelievable considering the building this is encased in" thought Tracey. "Whoever runs this operation must not want anyone to know where its located. This must be a very profitable business". The man who opened the doors pulled a slip of paper out of his inside jacket pocket. "A new delivery” he said as he handed the slip to the receptionist. She took the slip and scanned a barcode from it into her computer. She then picked up the phone and said "Tracey is here Mr Robinson." Less than a minute later a door opened into the office and two men in white lab coats entered. "Welcome Tracey, we've been expecting you" one of them said in a kind voice, then jabbing her arm with a scary looking hypodermic needle. As Tracey quickly lost consciousness she had a nasty feeling that her world was about to get a whole lot more complicated.
