Taken (Closed)

[wintersfanatic]

Closed for Proximus and myself

WARNING: This thread will feature heavy non-consensual sex and physical/mental abuse.

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Perhaps the fastest growing criminal industry in the world, human trafficking is a lucrative and dangerous business and comes second only to the drug trade. The industry is reported to be worth billions of dollars, and affects men as well as women. Victims of trafficking are held against their will and often forced to perform a variety of services for their traffickers, otherwise they risk their death or the death of someone they know.

The sex trade is perhaps the worst form of human trafficking, where hundreds of thousands of women from all over the world and often lured into an area with the promise of work and are then forced them to become prostitutes or sold as sex slaves at private auctions to rich clients.

While most girls are taken from some of the most abject, gut-wrenching, hopeless countries in the world, victims can be exploited from any region... from any country... from any town...

At any time

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The United States​

Emily Abrams hopped out of the green mini van driven by her mother and grabbed her handbag off the floor by her seat before she slammed the door behind her. As she started walking off towards the shopping mall entrance she heard her mother call out to her, reminding her that she would be picking her up in a couple of hours and that she should try not to max out her credit cards. With a wave of her hand the beaming eighteen-year old turned and continued walking, catching up with a few of her friends that had been waiting for her.

"All set?" Kelly, the oldest of the group, asked as she pocketed her cellphone.

"Yeah," Emily responded.

"'Kay. Where to first?"

Emily rummaged around in her purse and pulled out a small crumpled up piece of notebook paper that had scribbled some sort of list on, and she glanced it over real quick before stuffing it back inside her bag.

"40% off at Ann. I really need a new halter top," the dark-haired teen said as she readjusted the strap of her bag over her shoulder and continued walking. They all moved roughly in sync with one another as they walked throughout the mall, laughing and giggling and periodically stopping in to 'check out' some stores while actually stealing glances at guys that had walked passed them. Emily already had a boyfriend, but that didn't mean she couldn't look around.

She knew he did.

After a while they had finally gotten in some good shopping, nabbing clothes off the clearance racks while occasionally pulling shirts and tees off the normal displays whenever a particular color or style caught their fancy. Bags piled up, which resulted in a few trips to and from Kelly's car parked outside.

"How about this one?"

Emily looked over and glanced at the shirt that her other friend Casey was holding up. It was a gorgeous white hoodie with a numerous fake gems plastered on the front. With a smile, Emily snatched the hoodie out of her hands and then held it up to her own body.

"Perfect. I love it," she said with a playful giggle and then let it go when Casey snatched it back.

While Casey brought her items up to the register, Emily and the rest of her friends continued to pick out some clothes to try on and headed over to the fitting room that was at the other end of the store. One of the attendants, an elderly woman, handed each of them a number that pertained to their particle changing stall. Emily closed the door behind her and locked it, then dumped her pile of clothes on the bench and began undressing herself. First she unfastened the wide belt that was around her waist, pulling it out of the loops before bending forward a little to force her jeans down her legs and towards the floor.

After taking off her pants, Emily straightened up and then lifted her hot pink shirt up off her body, revealing a beautiful pair of large breasts held in place by a black bra. Her creamy tits bounced a little as they put up a pitiful fight against her underwear, but ultimately they settled down, and turning to the clothes she had picked out, Emily grabbed and tried on a dark miniskirt to 'cover' her hips and a low-cut tank that put a fair amount of her impressive cleavage on display.

It was something that her mother definitely would not approve of, but that made it all the more appealing.

After putting on her regular clothes, Emily opened the door and stepped out, putting the rejected items in a small bin and keeping the rest.

 

[Proximus]

Russian Pick-up Crew
Pavel – Age 23, 6 feet tall, 175 pounds, athletic with short sandy-brown hair, in a nice button down shirt, jeans and black leather Italian shoes.
Stephan – Age 22, 5’ 10” & 180 pounds, stocky build, but obviously works out. Similarly dressed for a day at the mall, with a light-weight black leather jacket
Petr – Age 24, At 6’4 & 190, definitely the tallest and best looking of the crew. Wearing a blue wind breaker and an LA Dodgers baseball cap.


Today was a day like any other day. It was slightly breezy and a little cool, but a perfect day to go to the mall. Pavel had been leading the crew for the last 2 years. Their job was to use their good looks and charming personalities to abduct clueless, attractive young American girls for sale at high priced slave markets in Europe and the Middle East. The next auction was scheduled for the end of the month and they were still several girls short. The boss was not pleased with their recent lack of activity and had threatened to replace them unless they brought in some high quality talent and soon. While Pavel and his crew only received 5% of the final auction price, it was still enough money that they could live comfortably without having real jobs, and they certainly didn’t want to loose their easy money.

After scoping out the mall for several hours, they spotted one particularly loud and obnoxious group of girls who were spending Daddy’s money like it was water. They made sure that they stayed out of sight, but it was clear that these girls were looking at all the guys who passed by. During the course of the day the girls made several trips out to one of their cars to drop off bags of clothes and shoes or whatever. Pavel noticed that the girl’s car was parked in the middle of the lot away from any stores and it was blocked on two sides by large SUVs. He was careful not to be spotted by the girls as he returned to the mall to hatch out a plan with the rest of the crew. They got into his large white Ford Econoline van and circle the parking lot until a space opened up right near the girl’s car. He backed in, so the sliding door was on the opposite side of her car from the girls and put his hood up. He popped the distributor cap wire off and had Stephan try the engine. Obviously, it wouldn’t start, but the sound gave the illusion that they were having trouble. The trap was set, now they just needed to wait until the girls returned to their car to unload another pile of stuff.

 

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"What time is it?" Emily asked while she and her friends were sitting in the food court, munching on a salad and taking a few sips from her Snapple Iced Tea. She twirled the straw around in the bottle, finally pulling it out once she was finished and replacing the cap. Kelly, despite wearing a watch, struck a few keys on her phone and read her the time.

"Okay," Emily said, slouching in her seat a little. "My mother's going to be picking me up soon."

"You really need to get a car," Casey said before leaning to the side and picking up her bags.

"Sure," Emily retorted. "You have a couple thousand I can borrow?"

The three girls rose from their seats and started heading back towards the front of the mall. Emily put on her sunglasses as they made their way outside towards Kelly's car, and their attention was briefly distracted by the white van next to them having trouble getting started. While none of the girls were expert mechanics, they knew enough to keep a set of cables in the trunk in case anything happened to their own vehicle.

"Think we should help them?" Casey asked.

Emily thought it was a little odd that a couple of guys couldn't get their own car started, but she put the notion behind her and looked towards Kelly. She was the oldest of the three, and it was her car that they were using. Her car, her cables, her choice.

Twirling her keys in her hand, Kelly locked their bags in the trunk of her car before walking over with Emily to see if they could give them a hand.

 

[Proximus]

As he saw the girls exiting the mall, Pavel gave Stephan the signal to begin trying to start the engine. He carefully looked around and there were no signs of mall security vehicles. In fact, if not for the approaching girls, there seemed to be almost no one on this side of the parking lot. He smiled to himself as he fiddled with some wires under the hood to make it look like he was trying to fix something. Petr stood beside him pretending to offer advice and point at various parts under the hood. Meanwhile, Pavel very non-chalantly, kept an eye on the girls.

They seemed to be very friendly and a bit naïve, just as he suspected. Carrying lots of bags from their day of shopping, he watched in the side mirror of the truck parked next to his van and discovered which girl had the keys as they unloaded their haul. He shook his head, both to keep up his cover that something was wrong and because she was silly enough to twirl her keys on her finger. As they approached, he turned and looked at the three girls. “Hello there, ladies,” he said with a smile and a thick Russian accent. "It seems we are having a bit of trouble with our van.” He was careful not to turn on the charm too strong for fear of scaring them away. This was not his first kidnapping, and, he thought, if he got these three beautiful young girls, it would certainly not be his last.

As the girls finally arrived in front of the van, Stephan got out of the truck, and the three men each introduced themselves to the girls. After the mutual smiles and handshakes, Pavel continued, “It seems that something is wrong with the ignition. We have battery, but the engine, she won’t start.” Thus far, the plan was working beautifully. The girls were cooperating and he even thought that they might be checking out his crew. It really didn’t matter, as long as he kept them dumb and happy. “I was wondering if one of you might have a cell phone I could borrow to call a tow truck. My phone is dead and I don’t have a car charger.” He flipped his phone open to show the girls that it would not turn on. Little did they know that he had drained the battery earlier that morning. Every detail mattered in these situations. The more plausible his cover story, the less cause for fear the girls would have, until it was too late.