Scooby Doo Pornography Story: Realizing Enjoy – Chapter 1

Heres my first
fanfiction ever! So go easy on me with the reviews please. Couldnt
come up with a better title. Ill have to work on that if I write
more stories. Pairing: Shaggy/Velma, Fred/Daphne

Realizing Love
Chapter 1

RRRIIINNNGGG!

The
loud, annoying sound of the phone at 8:30 A.M. woke, as much as
startled, Velma. She reached for her glasses sitting on her
nightstand.

RRRIIINNNGGG!

Im
coming, Velma muttered, a little irritated that she hadnt
gotten that much sleep the past week. This was the one day that she
was going to be able to sleep late, and it was ruined by the phone.

RRRIIINNNGGG!

Hello,
she said, still a little groggy.

Hey
Velms, said a familiar voice.

Fred,
its 8:30 in the morning, and you know I havent been getting
much sleep lately, Velma moaned.

I
know Velma, but we just got new information on the case, and its
really important that we dont waste any time, Fred replied,
sounding urgent.

Okay,
okay, Ill be over in a minute, she said.

Thanks
Velma, Fred said, then all Velma heard was the sound of the dial
tone.

She
hung up the phone, and walked to her closet to get dressed. After
which, she grabbed a granola bar on her way out, locked the door and
started walking to Blake Mansion.

After
Fred and Daphne had announced their engagement, Mr. Blake was kind
enough to let them both live in the mansion until they earned enough
money to afford their own place. He was also gracious enough to let
them use the place as Mysteries, Inc.s headquarters.

She
walked silently to the mansion. A light, cold droplet landing on her
forehead caused Velma to stop and look up at the sky. It was
beginning to rain. Velma hurried her pace a little and tried to keep
from shivering.

A
couple more blocks and Ill be out of this rain, Velma thought.

She
started turning a corner that passed a dark and uninviting alleyway.
Without any warning, a hand reached out and grabbed her, pulling her
into the dark alley. At the same time another hand had covered her
mouth to muffle her screams. The person twisted both of her arms
behind her back.

Oww,
oww, oww, oww, she thought, trying to fight the annoying pain.

The
man held her tightly and looked out of the alley, dragging Velma to
the dark blue van hidden around the corner. He took her to the back
of the van, which opened up just as they got there. There was a man
dressed in black, with a black mask covering his face. The one
holding her pinned her down. The second one came over and tied her
hands behind her back. He then took a longer rope and tied it around
her waist and her hands, keeping her from moving her arms and to try
to get away. Then they tied her ankles together and shoved her in the
back. The men closed the door and walked to the front of the van.

Velma
looked around, trying to find anything that might give away who these
creeps were. She then realized that this whole chaos, her glasses
hadnt fallen off. Amazing, she thought to herself.

She
felt the vans engine start up, and begin moving. Where are they
taking me? What do they want?

The
man in the passengers seat turned around, but kept his mask on.

So,
Velma, have you brilliantly figured out who we are? the man said,
in an oddly familiar voice.

Velma
decided it was best to just not answer. She sat there and just stared
at him, every-so-often looking around the van.

Not
talking? he laughed, Youre still as smart as I remember.

Apparently
I should know this guy, she thought.

You
might as well make yourself comfortable because its going to be a
long ride to get to where were going, he said. He then
snickered and turned around in his seat.

That
snicker sounded horribly familiar, she thought to herself.

She
figured that she might as well make the best of the situation and
catch up on the sleep she had planned on getting. Velma lay down,
trying to get in the most comfortable position possible, and closed
her eyes.

Velma
awoke with a sudden jolt. She propped herself up to a sitting
position and looked around. She then realized that the van had
stopped moving.

The
back part of the van opened up and the two men were standing there,
one holding duct tape. He took a piece of the duct tape, and covered
up her mouth.

Only
temporary, he said in that eerily familiar voice.

They
grabbed her, and roughly dragged her up to their hidden house.

The
house, as well as the dark alley, looked uninviting. From far away,
it looked as large as the Blakes mansion. But up close, it was a
normal sized house. Although it was a normal size, the design was not
anywhere near normal. It looked as if the designer and builder used a
Notre Dame style, mixed with Edgar Poe darkness.

The
men had taken the rope off her ankles so she could walk. They got
inside the house and put the rope back on. Once inside, they took her
to a basement door and shoved her down the stairs. They laughed as
she tumbled down, her glasses falling off.

She
slowly moved herself to a sitting position. Aahh, she screamed
in her mind. It showed on her face too as she grimaced in pain. She
felt something piercing her lungs, making it much harder to breathe
normally. Oh God, Ive broken a rib!

One
of the men came down and found her glasses, and placed them back on
her face. The other simply walked toward her and ripped off the duct
tape from her mouth.

See,
told you itd be temporarily, he said.

Velma
decided she wanted some answers, Where am I? she asked,
flinching at the pain of talking. She realized she would need to only
ask important questions that wouldnt be a waste of time and lead
to no answers.

Im
not going to be completely stupid and tell you your exact location,
but youre way far north from Coolsville, he said.

How
long have I been gone? she asked.

Almost
a full 24 hours, he replied.

That
means the gang should be looking for me by now, she said softly
under her breath.

Apparently
she didnt say it soft enough, for the man seemed to have heard
her.

Oh
I dont think they are, its their day off, he said,
snickering.

Fred
didnt call me did he? she asked, but it was more of a statement
than a question.

Still
as smart as you used to be, he said. Youre absolutely right,
he didnt call, I did, he said snickering, holding up a voice
changer. Amazing what technology does these days. So, unless you
and your friends really did have something planned, they dont know
that youre gone, he laughed.

But
they will, by the time they get this letter, the other one finally
spoke, holding up a letter for her to read.

Velma
read the letter silently:

Mysteries,
Inc.,

If
you havent found out by now, Velmas been kidnapped. To get her
back, there is a small price youll have to pay. You solve our own
mystery, by yourselves (without the help of the brain). If you fail,
or contact the authorities, well kill her. Have fun, and enclosed
in the envelope is your first clue.

Your
Childhood Bully

Redd
Herring

Velmas
eyes grew wide as she read the note. The two men laughed as they
walked up, out of the basement.

Velma
closed her eyes and tried not to cry. She shivered from the cold wind
that blew in from the broken window on the top of the wall.