“Ma’am! Ma’am! If I could have just a moment of your time?” 

Meredith looked around, but at the moment the street was all but empty, which meant the woman clutching a clipboard could only be addressing her. 

“Yes?” She replied, suppressing a groan. The 23-year old woman was on her way back from her morning jog. She was dressed in an old, loose t-shirt, athletic shorts and running shoes. Her shoulder length, dark brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. 

“I’m conducting a survey of local residents, to gauge their opinions on the new municipal bond programs. There’s just a few questions…” The pollster held out clipboard and pen, smiling expectantly. 

Meredith sighed, but it seemed that filling out the survey would be the quickest and least awkward way of getting out of this situation, so she took pen in hand and leaned over the clipboard the other woman held out, struggling to read the tiny print of the first question. As Meredith was trying to make sense of the wording, she didn’t notice the pollster look past her and give a subtle nod of the head.

A moment later, a light gray utility van sped around the corner. It pulled over to the curb, coming to a halt right beside the spot where Meredith and the pollster were standing. Distracted by the survey, Meredith didn’t react immediately as the van’s side door swung open. A burly man inside leaned out and, with a quick, practiced motion, grabbed the young woman, one arm going around her torso, just below her arms, while the other clamped a hand firmly over her mouth, stifling the young woman’s cry of alarm. 

Meredith started to kick and struggle as she slowly realized what was going on, but before she could get things together, she was swept up in the rapid pace of events. As soon as she’d been grabbed, the pollster dropped the clipboard which had served as a distraction. Bending down, she grabbed the other girl’s legs around the knees and lifted up and forward. At the same time, the man in the van pulled down and back. Losing her balance in an instant, Meredith tumbled helplessly backwards into the van. 

The man spun, throwing the young woman face down on to the floor. The fake pollster let go of Meredith’s feet and turned, slamming the door shut. No sooner had she done so then the van lurched into motion, speeding away from the site of the abduction. The whole thing had taken less than a minute.  

“Help!” Meredith screamed as loud as she could. “Oh god! Somebody help!” 

The man who had grabbed her chuckled. “Scream all you want, lady. No one will hear. This van’s fully soundproofed!” The van had, by this point, turned around several corners and was now cruising on the highway at a normal pace. No one on the road could have suspected the unremarkable van held a freshly abducted woman. 

Meredith fought and struggled for all she was worth, but against two kidnappers who seemed experienced at this sort of business her efforts were doomed to failure. The young woman groaned as her arms were twisted painfully behind her back by her male captor, and placed wrists crossed, at which point rope was wrapped around them and tied off, binding her hands. Meanwhile, the other woman did the same with Meredith's ankles and knees. More rope was wound around her upper arms and torso, running above and below her breasts, pulling the thin fabric of the t-shirt taut against them. 

Finally, the young woman’s unceasing demands to be let go were cut off as the black rubber plug of a ballgag was jammed between her teeth and the strap buckled tight around her head. Everything went dark for her as a spandex hood was pulled over her head. Lastly, a thick collar was slipped around her neck and locked on. 

The man took a short chain and ran it from the front of the collar to a ring bolted to the floor of the van, near the driver’s seat. His partner did the same, tying off her bound ankles to another ring in the back, leaving the young woman stretched out completely. She continued to struggle, but it was obvious she wasn’t going anywhere. 

As the van continued to drive, the abductors stripped their captive. One of them took a pair of shears from a tool box in the back of the van. He started by slicing the front of her shirt. The thin, stretched fabric parted easily, revealing two large mounds held in check by a dark gray sports bra. The young woman grunted indignantly, but the man went ahead and cut that down the middle as well, letting her bare breasts bounce free. 

“You have some lovely tits…” He teased, giving them a squeeze, which drew further outraged grunts from the captive. As she continued to protest in vain, he used the shears to cut away the rest of the t-shirt and bra, save a few snatches of cloth caught in the ropes binding her. This was repeated with her shorts and the skimpy briefs she wore beneath them, and finally her running shoes and socks, until Meredith was stripped completely naked. 

“Oh yes…they’re gonna love you…” The two abductors started playfully fondling their captive’s body, drawing fresh squeals and struggling. “I’d save that energy…” One of them taunted, patting her lightly fuzzed mound. “You’ll need that strength when we arrive and you start your training…”