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Babynapped! (Violet and OrangeAddict)

Vixxa Violet

Vixxa Violet

Super-Earth
Joined
Nov 15, 2012
Violet was headed back home. It was a very long day. She pulled the hair tie from her ponytail and her shiny red locks spilled forward over her shoulders. Her neck pulled her hair back and forth several times as she relished in the feeling of not being bound by the ties anymore. She pulled her black school tie from her neck, letting it hang loose and untucking her tight white shirt.

She held her books across her chest as she walked slowly. Usually her friends walked with her but she had to stay a bit late for a student council meeting. It was already starting to get dark but she should make it home before it got completely dark.

As she walked, she didn't even pay any attention to the outside world. Her head was spinning with worries from school. She was your classic goody girl. Still a virgin, although she had popped her own cherry with a hairbrush while curious one night. Not that there were many opportunities to even think about being promiscuous with boys at an all-girls school and being that she was so young. She had to plan a fundraiser for a puppy shelter downtown and busied her mind coming up with ideas on the walk home.
 
RE: Babynapped! (Violet and OrangeAddict

Finally, James was off work. His vacation was due to start almost a week ago, but the office had asked him to stay on, since the case was partially his. Two of his clients had filed a lawsuit against each other, and it was high frustrating, as he had to work with both of them. Eventually, he got one of them to sign a check to the other, ending their little squabble.

Having graduated from law school a few months ago, James needed the extra money, especially after buying the car.

The only problem with being on vacation was that he would be very bored for the next few weeks. He needed some form of entertainment. Smirking wickedly, he made a detour past the high school. His last "entertainment" had come from the middle school. She was a bit boring, so he hoped to find someone else.

He drove slowly, his flashy car very noticeable. If James was into boys, he could have easily picked them up with the flashy car he drove. Sadly, the girls were never that interested in checking the car out.

As he drove down the street, he saw a red headed girl walking with a large pile of books. She was in uniform, though she had half-undressed herself. She looked completely zoned-out. Pulling up beside her, James rolled down the window. "Hey, would you care for a ride? Those books look awfully heavy!"
 
Violet jumped at the sudden attention from her side. She looked over at the man and laughed at her self, quite embarrassed. She was wearing thin rectangular-rimmed glasses and pushed them up to her nose as she looked at him.

"Oh... hey mister." She thought about his question. She looked up and down the road, not seeing anyone around. She knew she should really not get into a car with strangers but thought the man seemed genuine enough. "Um... Sure. I guess so. I don't live too far anyway."

She carefully opened the door so as not to spill her books and put them on the floor of the car. Then she slid in. The seat was a little lower than she was used to and her skirt rode up her waist as she slipped into the seat. She blushed and quickly pulled it back down as much as she could, and then rested her hands on her lap.

"Um... my place is just right down the street there. See where the stop sign is? Turn left there." She directed him and looked straight ahead, hey eyes drifted to the side to try to get a glance at the good looking stranger.
 
James was pleased as the cute young girl walked over the the passenger side of his car. He kept his foot on the brake as he turned and looked briefly at her, giving her a nice, welcoming smile.
Once she was settled in the passenger seat, he took his foot of the brake, and the car started rolling forward. James picked up a bottle of flavored water from the cup holder and offered it to the girl. "Are you thirsty? Lugging all those books around has got to be hard work!" He chuckled lightly, smiling again.

This morning, he had filled a hypodermic needle with a cocktail of drugs and injected them into the bottle, then covered the hole with invisible tape. The top was sealed, so nobody would ever know that anything was wrong with the water. The drugs would take effect rapidly, being ingested like they were. He estimated less than 15 minutes, with her light body weight.

As asked, James turned at the stop sign, just to show the girl that he meant to take her home, just as he'd promised.
 
"Oh... thanks. Blue flavor, my favorite." It wasn't really her favorite, but she didn't want to be rude. Remembering what her mother had told her about strangers all those years ago, she looked down at the bottle for a while, making sure to study to see if the seal had been broken, without being rude. It may have looked like she just had her head down, thinking about something to him.

Finally, deciding it was safe, she twisted the top. Gah, she always had trouble with these things. "Umm... do you mind?" She said, quite embarrassed to need help opening a bottle. She held it out to him so that all he had to do was twist off the black cap real quick.

She took a big drink. She actually was quite thirsty. Afterwards, she just stared out the window, watching the familiar landmarks pass by. She didn't really know what to say to the man so she just tried to focus on her fundraiser idea.

"Oh, turn right here, and then it'll be strait for about five minutes." Her house really wasn't all that far if she would just cut through the drainage ditch in the middle of town, but it being so dark sometimes there were shady characters down there. Driving around the ditch meant that the normal 35 minute walk only got reduced to about a 10 minute drive.

As time went on, she guided him down another street and suddenly her brain realized she had been talking, for how long she didn't know. "But its really all just for the puppies, you know. I mean, if we just help one puppy it'll be worth it right? But Racheal doesn't understand that. She can be such a bitch sometimes. You know the type right? I remember in grade school she used to steal my fruit roll-ups. I mean who steals fruit roll-ups from a kid, right? I used to love those things, especially the ones with the cut out shapes, you know the ones right?" She continued talking like that for a while, not even giving Michael a chance to get a word in.

A couple of minutes later she slowed down almost instantly. "Whoa..... I feel so... dizzy all of a sudden..." Her eyes felt heavy as she struggled to keep them up. The final turn to her house was coming up and she didn't want to miss it. After she told him, maybe she would just take a quick nap until they got there. The final stop sign came. "Umm...... left and then *big yawn* 7th on the right... that's my...." And she was out.
 
James figured that the girl- or anyone he picked as "entertainment" would check for the seal on the water bottles, that's why he did it like he did. He realized they wouldn't suspect anything, and would relax enough to take a drink. And just one drink was all it took.

He watched as she downed the entire bottle, smiling to himself. Step one of his plan was finished. As the minutes ticked by, James noticed signs of the drug start to slowly appear. A slight yawn there, a laugh there, a sudden droop of the head. Finally, the girl began blathering on about puppies and "that bitch Rachel." He'd nodded sympathetically, expressed distaste for Rachel, and declared his love for puppies. Finally, amidst giving directions, she was out cold.

He swung the car around, speeding up instantly. He lived across town, and had stuff to prepare before the girl woke up. He drove 4 over the speed limit. Fast enough to get him there a little quicker, but nt fast enough for the cops to care. Just what he needed- cops stopping the car and asking him why there was a passed out 14 year old schoolgirl in the passenger's seat.

He hit the garage door opener as soon as it was in range, and the door opened smoothly. He drove in, shut the door, and shut the car off. Getting out, he went to the passenger's side and opened the door. He retrieved the unconscious girl, and picked her up, carrying her inside, and down a flight of stairs, being careful not to trip.

Once he was in the special room, he set the girl on the pale yellow carpeted floor and began to strip her. Her polished Mary Jane shoes were first, then her long, thigh high socks. He pulled down her skirt and discovered, to his delight, that she was wearing sexy purple thong-style panties. He kept those. She was shaven, too- less work for him to do.

He took off her shirt and bra, smiling at her cute B cup breasts. Finally, he re-dressed her in a thick diaper, plastic panties, a green and yellow polka dot onesie, and baby mittens that locked around the wrists so she couldn't take them off. He put the still out-cold girl in her crib and walked away,
 
Violet woke, but found it extremely difficult to open her eyes. Her body hurt like she had a hangover. Her eyes squinted open and the normal light from the room seemed so very bright. Everything was blurry and when she tried to block the light with her hand she noticed the blobs in front of her face looked the wrong color.

She moved her fingers, feeling a smooth cloth wrapped over her hand. The feelings were starting to come back to her. She noticed smething tight around her waist. Reaching down low she felt something cushiony like a... Diaper? How strange. Then the memories came back. She was walking home from school, that was all she remembered. She must have been more tired than she thought and went right to bed.

Then everything came clear. Bars? Was she in jail? No, it looked like a little girl's room. A crib? Why was she in a crjb?! Looking down she saw she was in a onsie but for adults. What the hell was going on?

"Heloooooooooo? Someone help me! Anyone!..." She called hoping someone would hear her
 
James heard her call as soon as she woke up, but patiently waited. The last time he'd gone right to see the new girl, he'd broken her right away, and it was no fun at all when they gave up so soon. He poured himself a drink, and sat down at the kitchen table, idly looking through bills and other mail. Anything to keep him busy.

He thought carefully about what he'd say when he went down to see her for the first time. Of course, she'd be scared, confused, and pretty disorientated. It was possible he could convince her she'd been living like this forever, and everything else was a dream. He had studied psychology very briefly in college, and had always been quite persuasive.
 
Violet shook the bars of the cage. She couldn't figure out why she would have woken up in a cage. Something like this couldn't have happened even in her wildest imagination. The crib was very sturdy though but she thought she could climb out as it wasn't terribly tall. She grabbed the bars and tried to pull herself up, but the mittens around her hands made it hard to get a good grip and she slid back down, falling on her diapered butt. She was getting very worried now, and shook the cage as hard as she could screaming, "Anybody please! I'm trapped in here and I don't know what's going on! I just want to go home..." She collapsed and held herself, sobbing gently and then turning into an all-out cry.
 
Hearing her screams of terror and her sobs, James walked down the fight of the stairs and turned the light on. Walking over to the crib, James stood in front of it and put on a frown. "Sweetie?" he began, his voice low and sweet, "What's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?" He put out his hand and lightly stroked her hair, then patted her cheek.

"It'll be okay, baby. It was only a dream. Do you want a drink, hmm?" James deliberately ignored the fact that she wanted to go home. He hoped that his attitude and words would trick the girl into believing that this was her life, and that everything else was just a dream. He knew the chances of it working were slim, but he wasn't too keen on having a girl crying and screaming in his basement for the next few weeks.
 
"Bad dream? What are you talking about!? Let me out of here right now!" She screamed. She still didn't realize this person was her captor. Right now he was her only hope of salvation. "I don't know how I got here but let me out please!" She begged him.
 
"I can't let you out, silly! if I do, then you'll fall and bump your head, where will we be then? Hmm?" James smiled still at her, trying to calm her. "Would you like me to get you a drink? I'm sure you're thirsty after all this crying and fussing."
 
"Are you fucking crazy or something!?" She started crying again as she realized this man was not going to help, she thought he must have been slow or something. Then, the memories from yesterday slowly started to come back. She had... gotten into the car with this man. He was going to give her a ride home. But she didn't remember actually going home. That must mean...

"You fucking psycho! Let me out right now! You are so going to jail for this!" Tears were streaming down Violet's face now as she realized something bad was about to happen. She began shaking the crib walls with all her might, hoping something would give.
 
James kept smiling, even as she started to scream and curse at him. In a way, he thought it was kind of endearing. He continually shook his head at the girl, all dressed up in her baby clothes and diaper. He checked that the crib was solid- and it was. It would take more than a little shaking from a delicate girl to break it.

"How can I go to jail when nobody will ever find you here? Do you think the police or your family will know you're here? They probably think you've run away... or been killed. Now, you will behave, or you will be punished like the naughty girl you are. And I don't think you want to be punished. On the inside, you're just daddy's good little girl."
 
He finally dropped the guise and she knew he wasn't a crazy person... well that was still debatable but he seemed to be of pretty conscious mind. She backed away as far as she could, quickly becoming silent and staring at him with watery eyes from as deep into the crib as she could get. She was very scared of him now and shook, just wanting to go home. "Why... why are you doing this to me?" She whimpered.
 
His eyebrows raised, then knitted together, a frown coming to his face. "Really, Violet? Why am I doing this? I obviously enjoy it." He came around the crib, closer to where she was curled up in terror. "And you will too."

James back away, his face going back to its former sweet tone. "Would you like something to drink? I promise I won't drug it this time." He laughed sadistically, grinning.
 
Violet, still shivering, rolled over onto her side, away from him and curled up into a little ball, sobbing quietly and covering her face with her hands. God, how could she be so stupid to get a ride with a stranger. Still, she was very thirsty but didn't care to take anything else in the world from this man. She just tried to ignore him as best as she could. There was obviously no escaping him, at least right now. And he could have overpowered her easily. It was probably just a matter of time until she did. But right now she just wanted to be as far away from him as possible, even if that meant she had to ignore him and just wish he wasn't right behind her.
 
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