Take The Girl

Josie sighed as she glanced at the time on her computer screen. It was after eleven at night. The office was dark apart from her desk lamp, and the only sound that filled the space was the clacking of her typing. She was dead tired and wanted to go home and pass out, but Josie was determined to excel at her new job.

A recent college grad, Josie had had a difficult time finding work. She’d majored in English, which she realized too late was pretty stupid of her if she ever wanted to make any money. She’d managed to snag a job at a fantastic, multi-million dollar company…but only as an administrative assistant. Which was code for secretary.

Josie practically ran the office and her boss’s busy schedule, and late nights like this one were becoming the norm. But she refused to complain. She made good money considering she was entry-level, and Josie was determined to prove herself and continue to move up in the company. Her boss adored her, and he wasn’t a bad guy considering he was a powerful businessman. Those guys tended to be assholes, but Mitch was alright.

It did occur to Josie that Mitch might’ve been so great to her because of her looks. Josie knew she probably owed her job to that. She was a very attractive young woman. She had a slim figure, but decent-sized breasts for her size. Josie was on the taller side, but not so tall that men would feel insecure about their own height. She dressed in well-fitting skirts and blouses, with heels accentuating her long, toned legs. Her glossy dark hair, big brown eyes and tanned skin gave her an exotic look that men tended to drool over. During her interview Mitch rambled on and on about the company’s commitment to diversity, but she stuck out like a sore thumb in this sea of white men.

This was why she busted her butt and worked so late. She needed to prove to everyone — and maybe even herself — that she wasn’t just a diversity hire. That she wasn’t just a pretty face. She could work hard and succeed here.

Josie was so absorbed in finalizing the agenda for Mitch’s meeting tomorrow that she almost didn’t notice the noise by the entrance. But then she strained her ears and heard a scratching sound. Her heart started to race. It was already spooky enough being in an office late all by herself. Josie took a deep breath and told herself it was nothing. She was imagining things. Or maybe it was the cleaning crew.

Though they had already come and gone for the night.

She tried to turn her attention back to the computer, but then she heard a loud bang as the inner office door was forced open.

Something was very wrong.

As soon as Josie heard several sets of loud footsteps, she instinctively clicked off her lamp and shut off the computer screen. Grabbing her phone, Josie hurled herself under her desk and pulled her chair in. Scrunched uncomfortably, Josie’s heart pounded as the footsteps got closer.

“Where are we going?” One man asked.

“Big office in the corner,” another one replied. “That’s gotta be his.”

“Let’s hurry it up,” a third said. “Install the software, and let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Josie listened closely for any others, but it appeared there were only three men. When it sounded like their footsteps had made it across the room to Mitch’s office, Josie carefully leaned forward and peeked her head out of her hiding spot.

She saw three men through the glass walls of Mitch’s office — dressed in black, ski masks completing the look. Her throat tightened and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Josie had no clue what the men wanted — there was no money here to steal — but she knew she had to get out of here. She just wasn’t sure if she should stay in her hiding spot until they left, or risk making a run for it.

While she debated that, Josie dialed 9-1-1 with shaky fingers.

“9-1-1, what’s the location of your emergency?” The voice asked loudly.

Josie froze. The sound of the operator had carried in the dead-silent office.

“What the hell was that?” One of the men asked.

“You check it out. I’ll finish up in here.”

Fuck.

“532 West Gulf Boulevard,” Josie hissed into the phone as quietly as she could.

“I think there’s someone here,” another of the men said.

“Hello?” The 9-1-1 operator asked. “Are you there? What’s your emergency?”

The men’s footsteps started making their way out of Mitch’s office. Josie winced, and was forced to put the phone on mute. Hopefully giving the address was enough. Hopefully the operator had already sent police.

“It sounded like it came from over here.” One man’s footsteps slowly sounded around the office as he walked by the desks. Josie could tell he wasn’t in her row yet. She could maybe make it to the door if she ran.

She took a deep breath, and in one fluid movement, pushed her chair out and began sprinting to the door.

Josie didn’t get very far. She crashed headfirst into one of the men, who was standing in the path to the door.

She shrieked as his arms wrapped around her waist, trapping her. Josie struggled and kicked wildly, but the man’s grip was steel.

“Whoa there.” He chuckled at her futile attempts to get away. “Hey, Tony, I found her.”

Josie saw one of the other men — Tony, she presumed — walking towards them.

“Good catch, Jim.” Tony walked right up to Josie and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Well, you weren’t supposed to be here, honey.”

“P-please, let me go,” Josie managed. Tony’s face was obscured by the mask, but she didn’t like the way his dark eyes were boring into hers. “I won’t tell anyone.”

Tony let out a little laugh and shook his head. “Wish we could believe you, doll, but you’d definitely tell your boss what we were doing in here.”

“I don’t even know what you’re doing,” Josie pleaded. That wasn’t entirely true. She heard them talk about installing some kind of software. Clearly they were trying to steal some confidential information from Mitch. He moved a lot of money around. If they installed any kind of spyware, they could take control of his devices and wipe the company’s accounts clean in no time.

“Brody, you done yet?” Tony called to the man in Mitch’s office. Instead of a response, Brody exited the office and joined the other men.

“Yeah.” His masked face surveyed Josie. “What’s going on?”

“Found her under a desk,” Jim said. “She heard everything.”

“Fuck,” Brody said with a loud sigh.

“Please.” Josie turned her attention to Brody. “Let me go. I won’t say anything, I swear. I’ll go home and pretend I was never here.”

Brody seemed to be considering this. None of these men appeared to have weapons. Josie hoped that meant they weren’t killers.

While the men silently mulled this over, the distant sound of sirens pierced the office. Heads jerked towards the windows.

“I thought you disabled the alarm,” Tony spat at Brody.

“I did!” Brody insisted.

Jim leaned over Josie’s shoulder to get a closer look at her desk. “What’s under there?”

Tony bent down and retrieved the cell phone Josie dropped. The call to 9-1-1 was still going, though muted. Tony’s finger jabbed at the screen to end the call.

“So much for not saying anything,” he sneered at Josie. She began shaking uncontrollably.

“Fuck, we need to get out of here NOW,” Brody said.

“What are we doing with her?” Jim asked, his arms still tight around her waist.

Brody swore again under his breath before saying, “Take the girl.”

“No, no, no, please, I–” Josie was cut off as Jim shoved a handkerchief deep into her mouth, silencing her. Brody and Tony bolted for the door while Jim brought up the rear, dragging Josie with him. There was a black SUV by the door, engine still running. Josie was shoved into the backseat, Jim getting in after her. Josie couldn’t even think about escaping out the other door, since Tony took the seat on her other side. The men forced her to sit in the middle, squished between them, while Brody hopped into the driver’s seat and sped off. The sirens had gotten louder, but the police hadn’t arrived in time to see anything.

“That was too fucking close,” Brody said through gritted teeth after they’d escaped.

“Well, it’s not like we were expecting company,” Tony replied. He turned to Josie. “Why the hell were you working so late, honey?”

Josie figured the question was rhetorical, since she was still gagged.

“What are we going to do with her?” Jim wanted to know. “She knows too much. And now she knows our names.”

“I think it’s obvious what we have to do,” Tony said. Josie was pretty sure she knew what he meant, but when he yanked off his ski mask, her heart dropped. If they were allowing her to see their faces, that meant she wasn’t getting out of this alive.

“Oh, we’re taking these off? Sweet. I’m fucking boiling in here,” Jim said, taking his off as well.

“Damn it, what the fuck are you doing?” Brody yelled when he saw his partners’ faces in the rear view mirror. “Now she can identify us!”

“Well, we have to kill her,” Tony said casually. “You know we do, Brody.”

“I didn’t sign up to fucking kill anyone,” he replied angrily.

While the men continued to argue, Josie surveyed her captors’ faces. Both Tony and Jim looked to be around forty. Tony had dark hair with gray streaks in it, and a matching short beard. He wasn’t bad-looking, considering he was old enough to be her father.

Jim’s hair was short and light, and it seemed to be receding. He was a little bigger than Tony, both in height and weight. Jim’s face was rounder, and he was barrel-chested where Tony was trim and lean.

Josie couldn’t get a look at Brody. He still wore his mask.

The negotiations for her life continued, and Josie couldn’t stand it anymore. Since her hands weren’t restrained, she reached into her mouth and yanked out the handkerchief. Josie’s mouth and throat were so dry she had a coughing fit, stopping the men’s conversation.

“Please,” she finally breathed out, eyes welling with tears. “I don’t care what you’re doing. I’m new at the company, I have no loyalty there. Don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything.”

Josie felt all of them staring at her — even Brody through the rear view mirror.

“Anything, huh?” Tony asked with a smirk.

“Tony,” Brody warned, his voice gruff.

“What?” He put his hands up innocently. “Maybe we could work out a little arrangement.” Tony turned to Josie and put his hand on her thigh. “What’s your name, honey?”

She swallowed hard as her heart rate kicked up. “Josie.”

“A pretty name for a pretty girl,” he remarked. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-two.”

Tony let out a low whistle at that. Jim gave an appreciative waggle of his eyebrows. Brody remained stoic and silent.

“Maybe we won’t have to hurt you if you be a good girl and keep us company,” Tony said. And in case Josie still wasn’t sure about his meaning, he reached up and undid a few of her blouse buttons, exposing her black bra. Josie fought the urge to slap his hand away. This would be horrible, but she could survive it. And that’s all she wanted to do: Survive.

“Holy shit.” Jim reached a meaty paw over and grabbed at Josie’s breast, squeezing it hard through her bra. She bit her lip, trying not to cry.

“Guys, leave her alone,” Brody demanded. “We could probably let her go soon. It will only take us a few weeks to get what we need. Then, we can disappear.”

Tony made a face. “What, so she’s just supposed to be our guest for a few weeks? We’re supposed to feed and house her and not get anything in return?”

Josie wanted to point out she didn’t ask to be kidnapped, but she stayed silent. Brody was trying to protect her — he didn’t seem okay with making the type of arrangement Tony and Jim wanted. Maybe he would stop this.

“You look like a hard worker,” Jim said to Josie, his hand still on her breast. “Seeing as how you were staying so late tonight. So I’m sure you don’t expect any free rides, right?”

Josie wanted to punch him in the face, to tell him to get his hands the fuck off of her, but she had to be smart. The more docile and submissive she was, the better her chances of survival here. If she didn’t struggle, they’d likely be gentler with her. Maybe she could even use her body to convince them to set her free. Despite what Brody said about a few weeks, Josie knew she couldn’t trust that.

They could still kill her when they were done with her.

“No,” Josie finally forced herself to say. “I don’t expect a free ride.”

Tony smiled, leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “Good answer, honey.”

Josie saw Brody shake his head, but he said nothing more.

For the rest of the journey, Tony and Jim’s hands continued to roam over her body. By the time the car came to a halt, Josie’s shirt was completely unbuttoned, and her skirt had been pushed up as high as it could go. She could see both of her captors had gotten aroused from their groping. She was terrified for what would happen once they got out of the car.

Brody turned the car off and opened the door to the backseat. He took in Josie’s disheveled clothes and shot the guys a look.

“Seriously?”

“She agreed,” Tony said with a lazy shrug.

Brody huffed and yanked Tony out of the car. He stumbled and almost fell on the ground.

“What the hell, man?”

Brody ignored him and offered Josie his hand. Tentatively, she took it, and he helped her out of the car. Brody took her arm — firmly, not roughly — and led her towards a dark house. Josie frantically looked around, trying to figure out where they were. But the house was located in a clearing in the middle of the woods. She couldn’t see any nearby lights or neighbors. There had to be some way to get help, right?

As if reading her mind, Brody said, “You could try to run, but I wouldn’t advise it. We’re at least fifteen miles from another house, even further from a real town. You’d likely die of exposure before you made it very far.”

On cue, Josie shivered, suddenly freezing in the cold night air. She couldn’t go traipsing through the wilderness in a skirt and heels. Her best option really was to stick with three criminals who were likely about to rape her.

Brody led Josie into the house and flicked on a few lights. The place was pretty empty with only the essential furniture — dirty, too — but the house was large. In good condition. As far as shelter went, it was far from terrible.

“Sit,” Brody told her as he wandered into the kitchen. Hesitantly, Josie sat on the couch in the living room and took the opportunity to button up her shirt. Brody entered and handed her a glass of water.

“Thank you,” she said. Josie wished he’d take off the mask. It was unnerving to interact with him this way, especially when he was being kind to her.

“Okay!” Josie jumped as she heard Tony and Jim slam and lock the front door. “So, whose room is the lovely Josie sleeping in tonight?”

“No one’s,” Brody replied gruffly. “We have an extra room.”

“You are no fun,” Tony said, shaking his head.

“I’m going to get it ready,” Brody said. He paused before exiting the room, grabbing Tony by the front of his shirt. “Do not hurt her.”

“We’d never!” Tony said, and Jim gave a sincere nod.

As soon as Brody left the room, Tony and Jim turned to face Josie.

“Let’s get you more comfortable, honey,” Tony said.

Josie sat there, frozen, as the men sat beside her as they did in the car. While Tony undid her blouse, Jim slipped her heels off her feet. Tony tugged on the zipper of her skirt, and Josie lifted her hips to make the process easier.

“Good girl,” Tony whispered, his tongue flicking over her ear. Soon, she was down to her bra and panties.

“You are gorgeous,” Jim murmured, his hands caressing her thighs. “These legs are insane.”

“Jim’s a leg man,” Tony said to Josie with a grin. “But me? I love a great pair of tits.”

Tony reached around to unhook Josie’s bra, freeing her firm B-cups. It was cold in the house, and Josie’s dark nipples immediately hardened.

“Sweet Jesus,” Tony murmured, his large hands covering her breasts. His thumbs were rough as he flicked at her nipples. “I’m starting to think things didn’t go wrong tonight, and that we actually lucked out.”

“Amen,” Jim agreed, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Josie’s panties. He pulled them down quickly, completely exposing her to these men. Jim’s fingers probed at her entrance, and he pushed two fingers inside her. Josie gritted her teeth.

“Perky tits and a tight little pussy,” Jim said, shaking his head. “God, when was the last time you had a twenty-two-year-old?”

“I can’t even remember,” Tony replied. He leaned forward and swirled his tongue around Josie’s right nipple. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend these guys were other people — maybe two actors she’d always had a crush on.

“We better do this fast, Tony,” Jim said. “Before Brody comes back. He’ll try to ruin our fun.”

“Remind me why we put up with him?” Tony asked as he started undoing his belt. Jim followed suit, and soon both men were fishing out their cocks.

“Because he’s the only one who knows anything about computers,” Jim said.

Josie surveyed the men’s cocks nervously. Neither was huge, but Tony’s was sizable. Jim’s was short but thick, with a big ugly head. Both men slowly stroked themselves.

“You’re awfully quiet there, Josie,” Tony remarked.

She cleared her throat, trying to sound unafraid. “What would you like me to do?”

“So accommodating,” Jim commented.

“Get on your knees, honey,” Tony said. “You’re gonna suck us off.”

Josie knelt in front of them, unsure of who to go to first. Tony solved that dilemma by threading his hand into her long, dark hair and pulling her towards his lap. The movement was so sudden, Tony’s dick almost jabbed Josie in the eye. She gasped and steadied herself, resting her hands on his hairy, muscular thighs.

“Okay, honey, blow me like your life depends on it,” Tony whispered with a wink. Again, the men had no weapons, but Josie knew there was truth behind his remark.

She leaned forward and hesitantly gave Tony’s shaft a long lick. She tried not to make a face as she swirled her tongue around his head — it didn’t seem like he’d showered anytime recently. The precum leaking out tasted much more bitter than her ex-boyfriend’s ever did.

Tony sighed as Josie continued to get his dick wet, and his hand in her hair tightened so much her scalp started to hurt.

“Open up,” he said, thrusting his hips so his dickhead was poking at Josie’s parted lips. He yanked on her hair again, forcing her head deeper into his lap. Josie took a deep breath and opened wide, taking his length into her mouth.

“Ohhhh yeah,” Tony groaned, his hips starting up again. He bucked hard into Josie’s mouth, hitting her gag reflex every time. Josie choked and struggled to breathe as his assault on her throat continued. Her eyes began to water, and she was positive she could take no more…until Tony dragged her down completely, forcing his entire dick deep into her throat. Josie’s nose was buried in his pubic hair, and she made muffled gurgles of protest, but Tony didn’t release her. He held Josie there, gyrating his hips against her face as his shaft was suffocating her. Josie started slapping her hands against his thighs, trying to fight him off, but he was too strong.

“Jim, she needs something to occupy these hands,” Tony said. While Josie continued to struggle, she felt Jim grab her right hand, remove it from Tony’s leg, and bring it to his cock. He manually wrapped her fingers around himself.

“Come on, Josie, you gotta earn your keep,” Jim said, impatient for her to start stroking him.

Saliva pooling out of her mouth around Tony’s dick, Josie weakly began pumping Jim’s shaft. She was starting to feel like she may pass out. Jim must’ve made a comment to Tony about his treatment impacting her hand job performance, because Tony finally released her.

Josie gasped for air and coughed as Tony’s member was finally removed from her throat. She eyed Tony’s saliva-coated dick fearfully as she focused on moving her hand up and down Jim’s stubby, thick cock, trying to please him before he got impatient and forceful like Tony.