Well rats, I was just getting out of the bath and the soccer coach called to say practice was called off due to the rain turning to freezing rain. It was my day to pick up the boys, mine and Ellen's, my neighbor. I really didn't have the time or urge to get all dressed so I flung my housecoat over my bath robe, tied it tight and slipped on my fuzzy slippers. I'm so glad I have a warm garage.
I wasn't much paying attention when I rolled through the stop I normally do. I checked for oncoming traffic but didn't expect a truck in front of me. I stomped my brakes but even the anti-locks didn't help and I thudded him pretty good. Crap, I thought! Now I'm going to be later still.
I waited a minute and when no one came out of this plumbing truck I started to back up. Oh no, this burley guy jumped out and he was mad. He must have been six feet tall and easily over 225 pounds and with big arms. I didn't want to get out, not being dressed and he stormed up to my door and started kicking it.
"What the fuck you doing? Where the hell did you think you were going?" he screamed through the window.
He started banging so hard on the window and shouted, "Open up this fucking window and get your ass out here."
I was more than a little intimidated, here he is six feet and powerful and I only five two, with shoes. But with out thinking I did it. Like a complete fool I opened the door and got out.
"You thought cuz you got a fancy car you could just take off leave me to get fucked." He screamed.
"No no please I just wanted to drive up and see if anyone was in the truck." I stammered. He was right though I probably would have left, just to get the kids. Oh no the kids!
"My boss will hang my ass, damn it! I just got this fucking job back after getting out of corrections and you were going to put me back in, bitch!"
He was really getting worked up here. "No please I have insurance, we can pay for this, we can work it out, let me go back to my car and get my purse."
I turned to go back to the car but as quick as a cat he jumped over to me, grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. What happened next was a complete shock to me. He hit me so hard against my head I saw stars and found myself on all four on the wet ground. I had never, ever been hit that hard before, not even in my car accident last year. I was in total shock.
But before I could even scream, cry or get up I could feel him grab me but the hair put up on the top of my head and literally lift me from the ground. I grabbed on to his wrist to try and get some of my weight off it but it hurt so bad. The next thing I knew the back of the truck door was opening and I was flung in like dirty laundry.
"Grab her and hold her until I get in." he shouted.
I was quickly grabbed by two men, one young, not much over 18, pimply faced, kind of scared looking and the other older 40's maybe with a huge pot belly. He had a look on his face that exemplified the word leer. They wrapped their arms around me and the young one whispered "Don't make him mad, just don't make him mad."
He slammed shut the back door and slid in from the drivers side leaving the door open and cold rushing in. Cutting two cords he threw them to the men and said, "Tie her hands to the supports, here" kicking at some supports holding racks of plumbing supplies in bins.
"Please, please don't do this, I promise not to say anything about this. We can just treat this like an accident. The insurance will pay for the truck and, and my husband will pay for your inconvenience." I tried sweet talking in my nicest voice.
"Inconvenience, inconvenience. You don't know from fucking inconvenience, bitch!" he almost spit at me.
Slapping the younger man by the side of the head, "You two go sit up front while I figure this out."
He stepped over me with his boots standing on my hair inches from my head. That's when he looked down and I realized my housecoat and robe were open. Not all the way but quite a ways. I tried to cover by rolling my knees to the side but that just uncovered my butt more. Oh shit I was thinking.
He stepped over me and cut two more cords. He grabbed an ankle and slipped the loop over it. Now it was time to panic. I started to kick and scream but he wrapped the other end of the cord around the second row of bins and my housecoat and robe fell open. He turned and slapped me across the face so hard I thought my teeth would come out.
"Shut the fuck up or I'll kill you!". He said this so violently I knew he really meant it.
He tied my other leg and now I was totally exposed from the waist down. "Look here boys, she was on her way to get some." He said and they rudely laughed.
"Well don't want to disappoint her, huh boys?"
Oh my God how could this be happening? Please let something, or someone intervene.
"Please don't, please. I'm a happily married woman, I have to go get my kids please just let me go" and I started to cry.
"Cry me a river bitch, it ain't working on me. Happily married women my ass. Happily married women don't go whoring about with their cunts in the breeze!" He spat. Ok I hit a sore spot on him, I'm in deep trouble.
"Go, drive." He said to the fat man behind the wheel.
"Hey man the car. We can't just leave it there." He said back.
"Ok good thinking. Kid go follow us up to the ravine and we'll dump it there. Don't forget to get her purse!" he shot back.
"Uh, I don't know, whatβ¦." The boy stammered.
"Just fucking do it" he shouted back.
The kid jumped out of the truck and the fat man started it up and started to drive.
"All right, it's about five minutes up to there and I'll be deep into your pussy by then." He said.
"Please don't, just take my purse, just let me leave please." I pleaded.