Kidnapped Debutante

Kidnapped Debutante Chapter 2: The Lake

Wendy picked up one of the many brightly wrapped birthday gifts at her sweet 16-birthday party there was a note on it. Open this when you're alone Love Peter.

Placing the package back down on the table she looked across the room at Peter who was standing with a chicken-shit grin plastered on his face. Peter was her current boyfriend. Though they had been going out for several months now nothing beyond some light petting and necking had gone on. No sex at all Wendy was still a virgin and she planed to stay that way for a long time to come. She hasn't even had oral sex yet. The nearest thing to sex that young Wendy had was a few hand jobs with Peter. Peter had tried to talk Wendy into doing more but the young teen had refused.

Alone up in her room after the party she opened the mysterious gift from Peter. She was glad she did so in the solitude of her bedroom as she blushed from the top of her head to the tip of her 36” C-cup breasts when she saw what was inside the box. A hot, florescent pink two-piece bathing suit was laying spread out in the box. The suit was extremely skimpy and the material was translucent. Nestled in-between the two pieces of the suit, was a short note: See you at the beach party Saturday night babe. Love Peter your sex God!

“Fat chance Peter; no way in hell are you going to see me in this thing.” Wendy tossed the box with the nearly nonexistence bathing suit onto her dresser. Then she got ready for bed.

When Wendy got up in the morning she took a long steamy shower then started to get ready for her day of riding her new horse. She opened her underwear drawer. As she reached into it her eyes caught the hot pink bathing suit that Peter had given her. “What the hell; why not. I'll ride to the lake and try this baby out.” Wendy giggled to herself.

After putting on the bathing suit she moved in front of the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. Wendy blush deep red as she stood looking at herself in the two-piece, hot pink bathing suit. The top consisted of two small triangles that barely covered the two dark circles of her areolas. Leaving the rest of her high and firm golden tanned 36C breasts exposed. Her long eraser size nipples could easily be seen pressing against the thin material. Two thin strings kept the top on one went around her long thin neck the other behind her golden back.

The thong bikini bottom wasn't much bigger. The pink strip in front was just large enough to cover her sex and the thong back, slid into the deep dark crevice of her bottom leaving both golden tanned globes of her buttocks fully exposed. The light Lycra suit clung to her young body like a second skin outlining her plump outer lips of her vagina and its slit. It was one hot, sexy suit. Her long auburn hair that fell to the small of her back covered 95% more flesh then the hot pink bathing suit did.

Wendy ran her hands over her firm twin mounds stopping long enough to tweak her nipples, which instantly harden and became more prominent as the two nubs engorged themselves with blood.

Wendy continued to run her hands down her slim body. Across her flat but slightly sunken tummy, around her 18” waist, to her 22” hips and down her long lean well tone legs. “Damn I'm one hot babe!” Wendy chuckled to herself as she straitened up. “I would love to wear this hot peace to the beach but daddy would go ballistic

After admiring herself in the mirror for several minutes she dressed in her riding clothes and put her long auburn hair into a single braded ponytail. Then she headed out to the barn to get Thunder.

It was a clear and sunny day with just a few whispery white clouds drifting lazily across the blue sky. So Wendy headed the feisty pure white two-year-old Arabian stallion her father had gotten her for her birthday down the well-used trail leading from the house.

She had spent the morning ridding the stallion to the south shore of the large lake on her father's vast estate. Despite his name the ride went very smoothly. She arrived at the lake without any instances around midday Having been the first time she had ridden the stallion she didn't know of she could trust the big horse not to wander off on her so she tied the horse off to a low tree limb so that her new horse could reach the lake for a cool drink and have access to the lush green grass to eat.

The lake was her most favorite place on her father's vast estate. There was a clump of tree on either side of a small sandy beach to provide shade if needed. A wide strip of grass to sunbathe on all day long. And the best part unless she invited someone down there with her she had the place all to herself.

Wendy laid out a thick cotton blanket on the ground. After shucking her riding clothes Wendy waded into the warm waters of the lake. She folic around in the warm water for nearly an hour. During that time she had to adjust the bathing suit often because her breasts constantly popped out from the two little triangles covering her nipples and the bottom triangle kept riding up into the slit of her vagina.

With one final adjustment to her bathing suit Wendy climbed out of the lake. “Nope; definitely not a suit to swim in.” the teen giggled, “But it's a great suit to sunbath in.” She continued to giggle as she sat down on the blanket. After applying a thick layer of suntan lotion on her body Wendy laid back and closed her eyes to soak up the sunrays.

Wendy jolted upright to a sitting position when a dark shadow passed over her. Her eyes widen in shock as she watched a powerfully built gorilla-man standing well over 7' tall walking pass her heading towards Thunder. The physical characteristics came closer to this likeness than any of the others. The hairy burly body, the short forehead stooping down to the close-set beady eyes, flared nostrils, thick lips, and there were the long dangling arms hanging in the ape-like fashion and his skin was thick and tough, more like an animal's hide than human flesh. He had a face that looked like that wax figure of a Cro-Magnon man she saw at the museum last year. He had a large barreled chest that was four feet wide, which rippled with powerful muscles underneath layer after layer of thick coarse black hair from the top of his head to the waistband of the camouflage pants that he wore. His hairy arms were very muscular that swayed in long arcs. The knuckles of his large hairy hands nearly brushed the ground as they sailed back and forth. Wendy thought that this huge hairy man looked more like a gorilla than a human being.

The huge gorilla-man placed a one of his powerful hands on each side of Thunders head just behind the steed's eyes.

Wendy was about to say something to the huge gorilla-man; but before she could speak the powerfully built gorilla-man twisted Thunders head sharply to the right.

CRACK! The loud sound shattered the quietness of the lake.

THUMP! Thunder dropped to the ground dead.

SNAP! As easily as snapping a pencil the huge gorilla-man easily broke off the tree limb that Thunder was hitched to. Then as if he was picking up a pillow the huge gorilla-man lifted Thunder's lifeless body over his head and lobbed the stallion.

SPLASH! Some 25' from the shore Thunder's body plummeted into the clear blue lake. Wendy was so in shock at the death and disposal of her Arabian stallion that she was unable to utter a word or move.

“AAARRRGGGEEEE!!!!” Wendy's silence ended when the hulking gorilla-man grabbed and lifted her into the air by her long auburn ponytail.

Ripping pain roared through her scalp as she dangled like a side of beef by her hair. She rushed both of her small hands up the single huge powerful hand holding her up. Despite her frantic efforts she could not get the gorilla-man to released his hold on her long auburn ponytail. She strain her long lean legs stretching her feet into pointe stance in an attempt to reach the ground a foot below her.

Hoping her position was right Wendy folded her legs back. With full force of her young lean leg muscles Wendy swung her feet forwarded.

THUD!

Wendy's aim wasn't on target. Instead of slamming her feet into the gorilla-man's crotch they impacted into his left thigh.

SMACK! Wendy spun like a top by her hair after a powerful blow across her face. Hanging limply Wendy spun and spun. As her hair tighten into a coil Wendy's spinning slowed to a stop then she started spinning in the opposite direction as her tightly wound hair began to unwind. When Wendy finally stopped spinning the gorilla-man flipped her over his shoulder. The barely conscious teen hung limply by her hair with blood running from her split lip and busted nose.

With ease the gorilla-man carried the teen into the woods near the lake to an old sun weathered yellow 24-foot moving van that had it's original owner's logo painted over. Wendy was flung by her hair, into the back of the moving van like a sack of potatoes. THUD! Wendy slammed into the cargo floor of the van. She skidded along the van's cold metal floor until she banged up against the wall separating the cab from the cargo compartment.

The rear of the moving van dip downward and the springs squeaked and groaned as they strained to take the weight of the gorilla-man climbing into the cargo compartment with Wendy. The van rocked back and forth as the gorilla-man sat down and made himself comfortable.

Wendy groggily looked passed the hulking form of the gorilla-man and saw a heavyset, gray-haired woman in her late fifties standing slightly to the left just behind the sitting behemoth. The woman looked up with loving eyes while gently stroking his hairy arm “Gor you sit there nice and still and quit like for mommy. OK sweetheart?” The old woman stated to the gorilla-man in a sweet singsong voice of a mother talking to her baby.

“Okee-doekee mommy; Gor sit here like a good boy mommy.” Happily chirped the gorilla-man as if he was a toddler as he looked over his shoulder at the gray hair woman.

Wendy's spine tingled from fright as the gray hair woman's gray eyes shifted from motherly love filled eyes to ones of pure hate as she locked them onto the cowering teen. “And you; you Twat; the same goes for you! If you move or make a single peep Gor, here will smash that pretty face of yours till it's not so pretty any more!” Bellowed the gray haired woman.

Not only did sheer terror race through Wendy's young body but she saw the huge gorilla-man cringe and whine.

“It's alright honey. Mommy not mad at Gor. It's that Twat over there that mommy is mad at.” Cooed the gray hair woman as she once again started stroking the gorilla-man's powerful hairy arm. “If that Twat doesn't listen to mommy you can punch its face. Ok Gor?”

A wide grin spread across the gorilla-man's face as her clinched his massive hands into fists “Gor likes to punch. Can Gor punch Twat's face now?”

“No honey not now. Only if Twat is bad then Gor can punch. Ok?” The gray haired woman cooed softly.

“Alright mommy Gor will wait for Twat to be bad before punching face.” The gorilla-man stated dejectedly as if he had just been denied a piece of candy. Then he began cracking his knuckles.

“Mommy is going to close the door now so we can go home. Ok honey?”

“Uh-huh mommy.”

Wendy and the gorilla-man were plunged into darkness as the cargo compartment door was rolled down and latched into place. Within moments Wendy heard the moving van's engine roar to life then lurched forward. As the van rolled along Wendy stared into the darkness. But she couldn't see a thing. She did however hear the constant knuckle cracking the gorilla-man was making.

Wendy held perfectly still not even daring to cry for fear that the missing link from the stone age would think that she was disobeying its mother's instructions and start pounding on her face.