Taken (IC - Closed)

[wintersfanatic]

Closed for Magister26

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 classmates 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 piece of notebook paper that had some sort of list scribbled on it, 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 in sync with one another as they moved throughout the mall, laughing and giggling and periodically stopping in to 'check out' some clothes while casually stealing glances at a group of guys that had walked passed them.

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.

"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 fair amount of fake-gems littered on the front. With a smile, Emily snatched the garment out of her friends hands and then held it up to her own body.

"Perfect. I love it," she said with a playful smirk and then let 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 shirt up off her body, and her large breasts bounced a little as they put up a pitiful fight against the tight pink bra that she was wearing. Emily had incredibly smooth skin, and her body was perfectly tanned; tanned to just the right amount without making her seem like she had spent thousands of dollars at a tanning booth.

Turning to the clothes she had picked out, Emily grabbed and put 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.

She just had to show her friends!

 

[Magister26]

Myshkin, Russia​

Anton Krishenko was seated at his desk, reading the email he was about the send. As the owner of Krishenko Petroleum and as a friend of the government, Anton knew his business with the organization wouldn't be disturbed. Anyways, he knew that the organization had customers within the highest spheres of power in Russia and around the world.

They were tough businessmen, demanding lots of money to satisfy their customers with an almost unique product: women. Of course they were not the only "company" within the criminal underworld that specialized in human trafficking but the ladies caught, trained and sold by the organization were top quality.

From skydiving to big game hunting in Africa, Anton had seen and done almost everything but he had never literally owned another human being and especially not a woman. He had tried BDSM and liked and thought to push this fantasy farther by actually ordering a new toy.

At 41, Anton had been divorced three times already and knew his best years were behind him. His libido was still pretty present and he was bored with dumb girls who only wanted his money. He wanted a tough girl, preferably a virgin with large breasts that he would be able to train to make her the perfect fuckdoll in a few months.

Clicking on the send button, Anton hoped that his order would be accepted and that the organization would start sending pictures for a potential purchase.

Anton Krishenko: http://network.nationalpost.com/np/blogs/theampersand/guymaddin.jpg

 

[Magister26]

United States​

Adam Lovett had been following this group of girls since they entered the mall. It was actually his favorite spot to locate potential targets. As an experienced "collector", Adam knew that the girls led by the busty brunette and the redhead would bring a lot of money to him.

Just for one abduction, Adam would win an amount around the five thousands dollars and a bonus if one of the girls matched one of the buyers' lists. Plenty of money to pay his team and cover his expenses.

In the moments before he had followed the girls inside the store, Adam had taken a few pics of the girls and had sent them to the organization with the hopes that one, or more would attract the eye of a "selector", the guys responsible for proposing a product to one of the buyers. If so, it would mean that the operation would need to start soon.

Sitting on a bench next to the changing rooms, Adam started to observe the brunette and her friends, enjoying the sight and taking notes on his cellphone. Some of his men were in the store with him while others were around, ready to strike when ordered.

When the brunette exited her booth, Adam faked to pass next to her and took some time to watch her more closely, trying to guess what bra size she wore.

"I'm sorry miss, this outfit suits you perfectly. If I may ask, do you model? I ask because I am searching for some talent for my agency and you seem to fit for my next show. Would you be interested?"

This technique was the easiest one. Some of the girls fell for it, attracted by the possibilities of becoming a model. If the kind method would fail, Adam would use the roughest method.

Adam: http://img.mtv3.fi/mn_kuvat/mtv3/urheilu/yleisurheilu/2005/335848.jpg

 

[wintersfanatic]

As Emily was stepping out of her dressing booth she almost bumped into a guy that was passing through, but thankfully she was quick on her feet and even quicker on the brakes. Considering the outfit she was wearing, Emily figured that he had to have at least checked her out, which didn't really bother her all that much at first as she took a couple of split seconds to look at him as well.

He was fairly cute, but probably no one she'd ever consider dating.

And he was a few years older, she guessed.

"Woops, sorry," she said as she started towards her friends booth, but he cut her off and delivered the poorest pick-up attempt she'd ever heard. 'Are you a model?' Seriously... those lines never work... even in a movie. Twisting her body so that she could squeeze by, Emily held her hands up in a manner that read 'Don't touch me', as if merely coming into contact with him would cause her bodily harm.

"Sorry, no," she finally said as she knocked on the changing door of her friends room, and when it opened, slipped inside. Some giggling could be heard in the booth after the lock clicked, and after a while both girls emerged from the booth and headed back over to Emily's, where she changed into her former clothes and then left everything that she didn't want on a hanger inside the changing room.

Their friend Kathryn suggested they head over to the food court area, and on the way they stopped in at Victoria's Secret where Kelly picked out something to wear for her boyfriend that night. Emily eyed a few spicy pieces, but eventually settled on one of the fragrance bottles that smelled so good it sent shivers down her spine.

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Emily sat down with her friends at the food court, her bright orange tray holding a small plate of Chinese food, and as always they packed the rice about a mile high. Occasionally she would look around and see if there were any cute guys sitting nearby, but for the most part they talked about where they would head next and when they would be leaving. Emily flipped open her phone when she got a text alert, and her mood immediately soured when she read the message.

"Well, my mom's on her way back. Apparently my Uncle Kevin wants us over for dinner tonight... so we need to head back soon and get ready."

"Bummer," Kelly said after she had taken a sip from her Snapple bottle and replaced the cap. "How much time do we have?"

"Maybe like fifteen minutes," Em shrugged as they started to get up from the table. They all dumped their trash in one of the bins and then started heading off towards the entrance. Since Kathryn had her own ride home, she decided to do some extra shopping while Kelly waited with Emily. The pair put on their sunglasses as they headed outside, standing just off to the side while more people began filing in and out of the mall.

 

[Magister26]

Adam and his men watched the two girls he selected from the little gang, curious as to what they had purchased at the lingerie store and if they were virgins. Virgins were worth double on the market. When he would get his hands on these two beautiful specimens, he would be rich AND would have fun.

Once they had left the food court and walked out of the shopping center, Adam watched from afar, ready to order their capture if the time frame was good. However, he quickly noticed that the parking lot was full and, a few minutes later, a green van stopping next to the two girls.

Rapidly the "Collector" selected two of his best men, Vyacheslav and Roman, had ordered them to follow the van discretely. They would need to follow the girl's every moves and learn about their routines, their habits and their little secrets. With these, they would be able to strike efficiently and without notice. As the two trackers left to follow the van in a black sedan, Adam returned to his office to communicate with the head office, confirming them he had targeted two lovely preys...
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"The Star Lounge? Excellent, I know two of the bouncers there and they will even provide us with means to leave the place without trouble. Good job Roman, we will see each other at the Lounge!"

Adam hung up, smiling at the good news from his surveillance crew. The girls were planning a night out to a local nightclub. It would be the perfect place to get them...

Remembering the strict clothing policy of the place, Adam chose a red silk shirt and a black pair of pants, taking a quick shower before jumping in his car. He drove to his men's apartment and gave them his instructions. He would approach the girls and drug them, then they would move in to grab them and bring them to the van. Two guys would act as lookouts to ensure the success of the operation.

Allowed to enter the club by a generous "donation" to the bouncer, Adam moved through the crowd like a shark searching for a wounded prey. He finally noticed the two girls, Kelly and Emily, along with a small group of friends. Knowing too well now that this kind of girl would not accept the traditional approach, he started to dance around her, offering drinks to other girls, hoping to catch their eyes...If this solution failed, he would use stealth and spike their drinks secretly.

 

[wintersfanatic]

The next couple of weeks went by in a blur, but Emily and her friends managed to find some time off from work to get together and head into the city where they'd be able to do some clubbing. Although Emily was only eighteen-years old, with a coy smile and her fake I.D. she'd be able to get in without too much of a fuss, plus she had bought this fantastic black Bella du Jour dress... and with that wrapped around her body she'd be able to get in anywhere.

"How soon before we leave?" Emily asked as she was getting ready in the bathroom, applying some last minute touch-ups and making sure that nothing was out of place. The v-shaped neckline of her dress scooped down to showcase her cleavage, which considering her young age and the shape of her body was pretty impressive.

"Like fifteen minutes," Casey responded as she moved in from the living room. "Kelly just sent me a text. She's on her way over and then we can go."

Fifteen minutes then turned into thirty, but the added time gave Casey and Emily a chance to do some pregaming, and before long both girls were ready for a night on the town. Kelly joined them a short while later, and after partaking in the festivities they grabbed their purses and headed out to The Star Lounge. Once inside the club, they let it all go in the pursuit of a good time.

They danced for a good while and then retreated to a corner for drinks, then started dancing again when the mood was right.

Emily was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol coursing through her system, but she reveled in the tipsiness and continued grinding on the dance floor with guys that were probably ten or fifteen years old than she was. Before long, Emily and her friends were surrounded by guys, and for a fleeting moment she thought she recognized one of them. With her heart racing and music blasting in her ears it was hard for her to concentrate, but after a few seconds she just gave up trying to remember and continued dancing.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna go sit down for a bit," Emily whispered (or practically yelled) to Kelly before heading off to a quieter part of the club, and she set her drink down on the table next to her and then turned away to start fishing through her purse.