Kidnapped for the Internet

Susan & Megan, both recently turned 18, go to Santa Monica for an evening of fun and teasing. Everything changes when Pam & Lisa drug and abduct them.

The sun was just starting to set over Santa Monica when the silver Chevy van pulled off Pacific Coast Highway and into the parking lot north of the pier. It stopped at the tollbooth, the pretty woman at the wheel paid the attendant, and received a ticket to place on the dashboard. The driver swung left, bumped over two traffic control humps, and slipped into a parking slot as close to the pier as she could get. She turned off the ignition, undid her seat belt, and looked over to her companion in the passenger seat.
“OK, Lisa, we’re here finally. Are you good, ready to see what we can find to bring home?” Pam said.
“Yeah, I’m good, but I’ll feel better when I get out of this van, stretch my legs, and get some ocean air in my lungs,” Lisa said as she too undid her seatbelt, opened the vans door, and stepped out onto the sandy pavement.
The two young women had been driving for almost two hours in Los Angeles’s notorious freeway traffic. They had left the ranch in the hills above the Antelope Valley around two that afternoon and now the Pacific Ocean was so beautiful in front of them.
The driver, Pam, was a twenty two year old bombshell who looked about fifteen. With her short black hair spiked up, her pale skin, and very thin physique she fit in perfectly with the punk scene at the pier. Her friend and partner, Lisa, was nineteen and voluptuous. Her 38D breasts, narrow waist, and sensuously flared hips made her seem older somehow. But her sweet innocent face caused everyone she met to trust and believe her instantly. Both girls wore skimpy shorts, loose fitting halter tops, and Croc sandals, the uniform for young girls prowling the Santa Monica pier on warm summer nights.
They walked over to the sidewalk between the lot and the beach, clicked the security button on the key fob, and sashayed sexily towards the crowded amusement venue each knowing precisely what their goal for this evening entailed.

Woodland Hills is the heart of what everyone in SoCal knows as ‘The Valley’.
Actually it is the San Fernando Valley, a series of eight or ten small cities spread across two hundred square miles criss-crossed every half of a mile by streets, avenues, and boulevards all joined together by three major freeways. There were homes everywhere, apartment buildings with dozens of rentals, small ramshackle shacks, modest one story single-family residences, larger two story mini-mansions, and the real mansions nestled on their multi-acre lots in the foothills. The Tylers live in one of the modest single family places. Bob Tyler was a merchant seaman and had been for over thirty years. His wife, Judy, had convinced Bob to buy this house twenty years ago when they found out Judy was pregnant. They had lived here and raised their daughter, Susan; sadly the only child they were ever gifted. While it was hard on Judy, with Bob gone on a voyage for a week sometimes or a month or two other times, she made their home a welcoming haven for him when he returned from the sea. She did her best to raise Susan the right way, emphasizing family, education, honesty, and Christ.
For many good years Bob would be greeted at the dock in Long Beach by his wife and daughter and spend special time with then until he would need to go to sea again. So in the summer this year, Bob signed on to work a freighter bound for Hong Kong by way of South Africa and India. He would be gone nine long weeks so Judy and Susan would be without their husband and father.
Susan had turned eighteen two days before Bob boarded his ship, and felt like she was smart, independent, and able to decide what was right for herself. She was quite developed physically; pert 32B breasts with puffy pink nipples, a narrow waist, and swelling hips that were sensuous and inviting. Her long legs were well defined by her smooth thighs and her strong calves. All this topped by a face that was teen model beautiful, a sprinkling of freckles on her checks and nose, full pink lips, and long blonde hair half way down her back.
Two weeks after Bob’s ship had left; Susan made plans to go with her girlfriend, Megan, to Santa Monica. They wanted to prowl around, window-shop along the Third Street Promenade, and maybe have a bite to eat before heading down to the pier where there was always a crowd and tons of fun. She had to wear tennis shoes, some blue jeans, and a buttoned up blouse when she left her house, carrying a large purse. She told her mom she was going to spend the night at Megan’s and would call before she went to sleep that night, not mentioning her planned trip over the hills to the beach. She also didn’t tell her mom about the change of clothes in her purse, a pair of two inch red high heel sandals, a short ‘school-girls’ skirt, and a ruffled collar and cuffs almost transparent white silk blouse. When she got dressed up like that, she felt so sexy and hot. She had never had a steady boyfriend. A couple of times she had tried making out on the sofa in her living room when her mom was away, but kissing and some innocent petting was all that happened. She masturbated sometimes, of course, but only with her fingers and in the safety of her own bed and bedroom.
Susan told her mom so long and walked the four blocks over to Megan’s house, checking her messages and her Insta-gram account on her phone. When she got there, the girls went to Megan’s room, changed into their matching ‘sexy school girl’ outfits, and silently slipped out through the garage door and into Megan’s new Prius, a birthday gift from her parents. They giggled together as they headed down Topanga Canyon Blvd to the Ventura Freeway, then on to the 405 and the 10 and finally through the tunnel and into Santa Monica. Megan drove up the California Incline, turned right onto Wilshire Blvd. then left four short blocks later and parked in one of the mulit-story garages. The two teens skipped down the stairs and out into the early evening, ready for adventure, excitement, and fun.

Pam and Lisa smiled at everyone they met. Young couples, groups of teens, single women, it did not matter. They could strike up a conversation with anyone. Sometimes complimenting a shirt or pair of shoes or a hairstyle or a pretty face. They each would engage men and women, teens and twenty-somethings, whites, blacks, browns and any other ethnicity they encountered. They were so smooth and likable their new ‘friends’ would often feel like they had known them for days rather than just the few minutes they shared. After only an hour of strolling the crowded pier, Pam and Lisa had identified at least eight girls or young women that would be appropriate to bring back to the ranch.

Susan and Megan were having a blast. They strutted down Montana Ave towards Ocean Ave drawing the attention of every male they passed. Their thin ruffled white silk blouses clung tightly to their small but shapely young breast and their dark pink areolas were clearly visible supporting erect and pointed nipples. Their very short plaid pleated skirts stopped only a few inches below the curve of their hips. Both girls wore tan colored g-string panties; just a small pouch covering their genitalia and a string running up the crack of their butt to the elastic band around their narrow waists. The red heels accentuated their long young legs and made them feel very hot. When a young man would stop, turn, and watch them pass, sometimes one of them would pretend to drop something on the sidewalk in front of her. She would bend over from the waist, not bending her knees at all, and give him a clear look at her bare sensuous ass and a hint of the hairless split between her thighs. Then look him right in the eye and smile a sweetly innocent but oh so inviting grin. Once on the Promenade they perused the widows of the many shops and delighted in the stares they received. After an hour of laughing and teasing, the found a table outside Coldstone Ice Cream and each ordered a couple of scoops of Cherry-Chocolate Chip. The girls sat at the small glass topped table and watched the passing parade of people. Megan subtly motioned to Susan, pointing toward the three teen boys sitting on the planter box wall about ten yards in front of them. The guys were cute, fairly clean cut looking, and obviously checking them out. Susan whispered into Megan’s ear and Megan smiled and nodded in response. Susan put her hand behind Megan’s head, pulled her face close to hers, parted her lips, opened her mouth, and kissed Megan deeply and deliciously. Susan spread her legs and Megan’s fingers eased up her thigh, slipped under her sparse panties, and wiggled just inside her warm and wet furrow. Susan’s hand moved to pull the fabric of her panties away from Megan’s concealed fingers. The three boys who were watching with open mouths and wide eyes saw Megan slide her extended middle finger up and down the glistening crease slowly and deliberately. Susan peeked around Megan’s cheek and stifled a laugh at the look on the faces of the dumbstruck trio of adolescent boys.
The two girls straightened up then, adjusted their clothing appropriately, and finished their ice cream. They stood up from the little table, threw their empty cups in the trash, walked over to the three boys, and Megan purred throatily, “Though you will never know, that little pussy is hotter than lava and wetter than a ripe peach. So when you’re home tonight in your bed, I want you to jerk off seeing me finger that wet little pussy right here while you watched. Can you do that for us?” And they skipped off laughing down the walkway toward the pier a couple blocks away.

Pam and Lisa were sitting in front of the carousel near the entrance to the pier. The each had ideas on who they should take back to the ranch in the Antelope Valley one hundred miles and two hours away. Lisa thought the just wed couple, twenty three years old, new to California this month from Iowa, and naive as a baby. The guy was all right, pretty run-of–the-mill actually, not very big, not very muscular, and not very smart. He was hoping to get a job repairing cars and maybe start his own business someday. However, the girl was a knock-out; fresh as new fallen snow and just as pure. Until a month ago, she had been a virgin, living on her daddy’s farm near Cedar Rapids dreaming of going to California and becoming a model. Lisa thought with her looks; tall, blonde, and slender with a pretty face and sexy voice, she had as good a chance as any these days. Lisa squirmed slightly thinking of what this young woman might be like at the ranch.
Pam was sure the four teenaged girls down the pier near the Farris wheel were the right pick for the night. Though they all were slightly overweight and none were that pretty, she reasoned four young things, young enough to have never had sex before, were a good haul for a Thursday night in August.
They sat there, comparing thoughts and sharing ideas when Susan and Megan strutted up to the carousel and bought tickets to ride the gaily painted horses. They watched the two young girls giggle to each other, then sit together side saddle on a huge red,black, and yellow, steed. The teen girls wiggled their butts into the saddle, parted their legs a little, and held hands. When the music started and the horses began going up and down their small hands crept upward towards the junction of their spread legs, lifting the short pleated skirts with their elbow and forearms. Pam and Lisa thought the two young girls were naked under those skirts, but soon realized they wore flesh colored panties covering their sweet tender pussies.
“I do believe we’ve found our stars, look at them, can’t be more than sixteen, naïve and innocent, and wanting and needing to get fucked,” Pam whispered.
“Yep, those two are so young and so ready. Makes my mouth water just thinking about what I could do with them,” Lisa added.
“Oh, Lisa, it’s not just your mouth that’s watering about those sweet young things,” Pam teased her friend.
OK, let’s do it, get ‘em to the van and back to the ranch. They don’t know it yet, but those two are going to be stars, famous all over the internet, and make all of us a lot of money,” Lisa said as she stoop up and went over to the carousel.

Susan and Megan were stoked talking with Lisa and Pam. The older girls were so cool and friendly. They all liked the same music, agreed on all social issues, and had no problem with being free thinking women. After only half an hour of chat and laughter Pam offered Susan and Megan a line of cocaine and a bong hit back at their van, in the parking lot near the bottom of the pier. The two teen girls had never tried cocaine but had heard about it’s effects and were very curious. They all went down the stairs, along the walkway, and to the silver van. Pam unlocked it with the key fob and they climbed into the back which had been arrianged into a small camper space. Lisa entered first and sat on the bench behind the small table. Megan and Susan found seats on the sofa/bed on the far wall. Pam spun the front passenger seat around to face the intimate gathering. Lisa wasted no time in getting a little mirror, a single edged razor blade, an inch long glass vile containing a sparkling white powder, and a steel straw from the cupboard over her shoulder. She tapped out a tiny pile of the powder and divided it into four portions. Like a magician, she brushed one portion with her thumb and into her palm, while acting like she was inhaling the powder with the straw up her nose.
“AAHHH”, that’s good, so pure, MMMM”, Lisa praised and handed the steel tube to Susan. Though she had never done this, she knew the motions to go through. So Susan let out her breath, put one end of the straw inside her nostril and the other end to the pile of powder and sniffed in with force. The drug slammed into her brain in an instant while Lisa took the metal tube from her fingers and handed it to Megan. The young teen quickly followed her friends lead, and inhaled her dose from the mirror, and pinched her nose with her thumb and index finger. Lisa brushed the last little pile of powder onto the carpeted floor and put all the paraphernalia back into the cupboard.
Bu then both Susan and Megan were out cold. Their heads rested on the cushion behind them, their bodies slumped towards each other, and their breathing slow, deep and regular.
“Well that was easy, let get these two settled in and get out of here,” Pam noted.
“Sounds good, but I want a little look before we get going, see just what we’ve got tonight. Cmon, Pam, help me lay them out and hook up their cuffs,” Lisa instructed.
The older women folded the little table away and arraigned the two teens face up and side by side in the floor of the van. They lifted the girl’s arms over their heads and fastened wide Velcro wrist cuffs to both. They hooked the cuffs to a thin but very strong cord fixed to the rear door.
“Shall we take a look? See what these two have to offer between those tender thighs,” Lisa asked her partner. Lisa lifted Susan’s short skirt with her left hand and with her right pulled the flesh colored panties down to just above her knees.
“Pam, this baby is beautiful. Check her out, hairless and so smooth, wet little lips and so pink, Jeez, I can just barely smell her aroma. Oh my God, I just have to taste that pussy, hold on while I eat that sweet cunt for a minute.” Lisa slipped Susan’s panties down her calves and off her foot, pushed the unconscious girls legs open, and lowered her face to Susan’s vulva. Lisa’s tongue probed the very top of Susan’s pussy, finding and savoring the teenager’s juicy clitoris. She sucked the small nub between her lips and held it very gentle with her front teeth. Even drugged to unconsciousness, Susan moaned deeply in her throat at the especially intimate kiss.
“This sweetheart is so tasty, so succulent and delicious, I could eat her from now until she becomes dog meat. Oh God! We are gonna have a real good time with this one.”
“Great, Lisa, now lets finish tying them and get on the road, we have a couple of hour drive and it’s already almost midnight,” Pam told Lisa, encouraging her to end her oral assault on the passed-out youngster. The two women wrapped Velcro cuffs around the two teens ankles and clipped them to the ring in the floor and placed a strip of duct tape over their mouths before covering both with a thick grey wool blanket. The capture complete, Pam started the van, pulled onto PCH, and headed back to the ranch in the Antelope Valley.