The dented and scratched Jeep Wrangler hit yet another pothole sending Felicia bouncing in her seat with a squeak of surprise. The man in the back seat with her reached over to shove her roughly back.
It was hard to stay in place with her hands handcuffed behind her.
The jeep's soft top was off which let the warm summer air blow through her shoulder length brown hair, but it was impossible to make out anything more than a few feet away except what was directly ahead in the headlights.
"How far are we going?" Felicia asked, her voice cracking on the last word in her nervousness.
The man next to her never said a word and didn't even bother to turn his head to look at her. It was hard to see his features with his body covered head to foot in a black outfit with what seemed to be dozens of pieces of odds and ends attached to belts and loops. She couldn't even see his face since he wore an odd mask of sorts with two short barrels sticking out in front of his eyes that had a vague resemblance to a pair of binoculars.
Falecia bounced in her seat again while the man pressed her back with a hand that grazed an exposed nipple, her squeak this time having less to do with the bump.
The add on Fet had been a simple one, a request from sundown to sunup for a woman who liked the 'chase'.
Felecia looked out into the dark woods and tried her best to ignore the hand that was still casually cupping her breast while holding her back against her seat. She could feel her hard nipple grazing the man's palm and wondered what it felt like to him.
The farther they drove into the dark woods the harder it was to control her breathing. It all had seemed so exciting when she showed up an hour ago at nine PM to the hotel room for her 'interview'. A half dozen men had been crowded into the seedy one room dive, men who had watched Felicia be slowly stripped naked except for a pair of tennis shoes and then handcuffed. The only man who had said anything to her had been a tall six foot three black man who had asked her if she knew what was going to happen, if she was Ok with what was going to happen, and that once the fun began there were no safe words, there wasn't any backing out.
The man had seemed like a giant standing next to Felica who was only four foot nine and barely a hundred pounds when soaking wet. And she really had been soaking wet standing naked in a room fool of men watching her. She could still feel the ache between her legs, still feel the tacky dried moisture that had been dripping down her inner thighs while she stood there and looked from one masked face to another. The men had been so casual and at ease watching her be stripped, hadn't even tried to lower their voices so that Felicia could hear them exclaiming over her C cup breasts and dark areolas. They had even taken turns to come over to cup and squeeze her breasts and ass while talking about her wide hips perfect for popping out a few kids. She distinctly remembered the moment she was brought up on tiptoe by a stray hand slipping between her thigh gap to cup her wet mound and smear her lubrication over her smooth, hairless skin.
It was almost a shock when in mid moan she had been turned and marched out into the parking lot to be loaded into the back of a white Jeep Wrangler. She had caught the surprised looks of several people who happened to be in the parking lot and felt her face go scarlet at their stares.
"Where here," the driver suddenly said as the Jeep came to a stop, "You've got twenty minutes while I go and pick up the guys and then drive back.
"I'd advise you to run."
The man sitting next to her gave Felicia's breast a hard squeeze and then pushed her forward. She felt him fumbling for a moment with the handcuffs behind her back before they snapped free and he sat back in his seat.
"Time for you to get out," the driver said.
"Where are we?" Felicia asked, her voice cracking once more.
"Either get out or we'll throw you out," the driver replied.
Felicia struggled to stand on shaking legs while trying to ignore how slippery her inner thighs were. She stumbled and nearly fell twice struggling to climb out of the backseat with neither man offering to help in the slightest.
"Twenty minutes," the man said the moment Felicia was standing next to the jeep before it surged forward and made a sharp turn.
Felicia could feel how wide her eyes were as she watched the taillights of the jeep bounce away into the dark. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, her entire body trembling even with the night still being in the mid 80's and just stood frozen until the red lights had disappeared. After only a minute even the sound of the jeep's engine faded away, the sound of the frogs and crickets filling the night with the distant, lonely sound of a jet growing fainter before fading away.
"Fuck, what am I doing?" Felicia said while panting for breath.
It took a moment for Felicia's eyes to adjust to just the light of a full moon but she was soon able to see that she was standing in the middle of a clearing surrounded by rows of evenly spaced longleaf pine interspersed with palmetto. It was a perfectly ordinary scene like thousands of other acres planted for the pulp industry, except that it was close to midnight and nearly pitch black.
"Ok..." Felica panted while turning in a circle, "Twenty minutes... just twenty minutes."
Felica started forward in a random direction away from the ruts of the dirt road and almost instantly fell to her hands and knees. Palmetto leaves rasped against the bare skin of her torso and she fought back a sob as she stood and started off again. This time she went a little slower, hidden roots in the sandy soil snagging at her feet without tripping her while she strained to hear the slightest sound.
The yips of a coyote caused her to freeze for a moment with her heart slamming in her chest before she again stumbled forward.
"Twenty minutes... twenty minutes... twenty minutes..." Felica panted, unsure if she wanted the time to drag on or if she desperately wanted it to be over with.
Felicia stumbled onward without knowing where she was heading to. The occasional sound of a coyote and even the lonely hoot of an owl her only company. It was impossible to even guess how long she had been running, but guessed it had to be close to the time for the men to come back.
To begin hunting her.
She came to a stop with one hand resting on the rough bark of one of the skinny pines while she tried to catch her breath. She glanced up and then stared while looking at the sky. Even with the light of the full moon it was amazing how many stars were in the night sky, more than she ever imagined.
"Twenty minu..." Felica began to say under her breath before cutting off mid word at the sound of a distant car horn.
"Oh god..." Felica panted, her eyes wide as she glanced desperately around.
Except for the occasional palmetto there wasn't any ground cover between the pines, all the underbrush having long since been cleared so that the logging company could maintain and harvest the trees once they reached a certain height. Felica blinked when she saw the splash of lights from the headlights of a vehicle in the distance just as another car horn sounded.
Felicia shrank behind the trunk of the pine which wasn't even thick enough to hide her tiny frame and watched as a second pair of headlights came bouncing into view. More car horns sounded while Felica pressed her body against the rough bark of the tree. The night sounds of frogs and crickets stopped as the cars came closer, the horns sounding over and over.
Felicia panted and glanced desperately around for someplace, anyplace to hide, but only saw the thin trunks of the pines marching off into the night in straight, evenly spaced lines.
Felicia's heart slammed in her chest while she watched the cars with no place to run, no place to hide.... no backing out...
But the add on Fet... a woman who liked the 'chase'.
