Roy had a crush on Barbara every since he first met her at the bookstore in town where she worked, but she didn't even know he existed. He went there as often as he could, sometimes twice a week or more but she was always busy doing something or talking to someone else. He finally got up the courage to ask her for a date but she turned him down cold, right in front of one of the other customers. She said she had just escaped from a bad experience and wasn't interested in any type of relationship right now. He left the bookstore and almost crawled back to his little, one room, cabin in the hills. At first he was crushed and heartbroken at having been rebuffed by someone he thought was so attractive, but then he began to formulate a plan to get even with her.
She was a beautiful woman, about 33 years old with long brown hair and soft hazel eyes. The few extra pounds she carried only went to soften and enhance her beauty and sex appeal for him. Her routine was simple; the owner of the bookstore went in early every morning, opened up and left for the day about 5 or 6 P.M. Barbara was usually alone to close the store at 7 in the evenings.
The bookstore was closed on Sundays and Mondays and she lived alone so he knew if she disappeared, she wouldn't be missed until Tuesday. The following Saturday evening it was snowing as he put his evil plan into motion.
He waited in his truck across the street until he saw the store close and Barbara go to her car. He followed her for a few blocks until they came to a secluded, wooded area. Coming up behind he flashed the red light he had bought just for this purpose and, as he knew she would, she slowed and stopped almost immediately. He was careful to stay behind his headlights where he knew she couldn't see him and ordered her out of the car.
She got out, leaving her coat behind, and squinting into the glare said, "What's the trouble officer, did I do something wrong?"
Putting on his best gruff voice he growled, "We have had a report of a stolen car that matches the description of the one you are driving. Turn around and put your hands behind your back while I check."
She had the greatest respect for the police and since Barbara knew she was innocent, dutifully obeyed. Trusting him, she stood still, her back to him and her hands crossed behind her back.
With a quick fluid motion, he mover up behind her and looped the noose of a rope he had brought with him around her wrists. Before she had a chance to react, he covered her head with a dark cloth bag and pulled the drawstring tight around her neck. She tried to run but he simply grabbed the end of the rope binding her wrists and she fell into the snow. Throwing her over his shoulder, he boosted her into the front seat of his pickup truck and deftly fastened the seat belt, imprisoning her.
Roy moved her car off the road a little and locked it up as if it had been parked there on purpose. Within minutes the snow would obliterate any trace that either of them had been there. When he got back to his truck, Barbara was squirming and mumbling incoherently under the mask. He shook her roughly and said, "Be quiet and hold still and you won't get hurt."
Barbara was terrified and didn't know what to think, but she was smart enough to know that he could easily harm her in her present, helpless, position, so she did as he said and quit resisting.
They drove in silence for almost 15 minutes before they finally reached his isolated little shack. Although they passed other cars on the main highway, the bright headlights and snow flurries prevented anyone from seeing her and her predicament. They finally reached an area that was completely secluded in a grove of trees where the nearest neighbor was more than half a mile away. A big, fierce looking Rottweiler mix dog met them, barking at the truck.
Roy pulled Barbara from the vehicle and roughly pushed her into the cabin. All the while, the dog was sniffing at her legs and her behind. At the door, Roy gave the dog a kick and sent him scurrying outside. Once inside, he again admonished her to hold still and not to try anything funny and, "You won't get hurt!" He undid the rope from one of her wrists and threw it over a beam supporting the roof. Another piece of rope fastened to the other hand was also thrown over the beam. Both lines were fastened to a cleat that had been installed on the wall just for this purpose, leaving Barbara with her hands over her head, stranding almost on her tiptoes.
When he was sure she was completely helpless he moved around behind her and took off the hood. She was completely befuddled by the dim lights of the crude cabin and her surroundings in general. A huge brass bed dominated the room, while an equally big stone fireplace took up most of the wall opposite the doorway.
She had no idea where she was but most of all, she was cold and frightened by the grizzly character in front of her. He was a big man, perhaps 50, with a scruffy head of blond hair and at least a week's growth of beard. He was wearing dirty, rustic bib overalls, with no coat, a blue flannel shirt and farmers boots. His best feature, if he had one, was his steely blue eyes. His hands were large and dirty like the rest of his body, his clothes and the cabin itself.
Suddenly it came to her! She had seen him in the bookstore and someone had told her he had been a hermit since his wife died more than 10 years ago and his name was Roy. He had even asked her out one time. Now, he was a menacing sight, standing in front of her with a huge hunting knife that glistened in the flickering firelight. She closed her eyes and turned her head away so as not to see what he was going to do to her. She was terrified and sobbing softly.
His voice, very gruff, startled her. "I'm not going to hurt you my lovely, I just want to see your beautiful body."
With that, he slipped the knife into the neckline of her dress and, in one quick downward movement, cut both the dress and her bra completely in two down the front. The only thing left to protect her modesty was her pink panties. He cackled as he held the pieces of her dress and brassiere apart with his filthy hands and stared at her beautiful, full breasts. Slowly, he bent his head down and sucked one of the pink nipples into his mouth where he nursed like a child for a few seconds.
As frightened as Barbara was, the feeling of the soft lips and probing tongue caressing her nipple would not have been that objectionable if it weren't for the whiskers. They were like needles, stabbing the soft skin of her tit. He began to move his head back and forth, going from one soft mound to the other, licking, sucking, nipping and biting. At the point when she finally resolved that she would just have to take it, he slipped his hand into her panties and yanked them off. Now, except for the dress that was hanging in shreds from her shoulders and her shoes, she was completely nude.
He stepped back as if to admire this statuesque beauty in front of him. His eyes were glued to the small tuft of golden brown hair that hid one of her more obvious delights. As if he were thinking about it, he put his right index finger in his mouth. He then moved to her and inserted it between her legs. He ran it back and forth a couple of times without actually entering her. He then pulled it out, smelled it and put it back into his mouth.
"MMM, you taste good."
He moved around behind her where she couldn't couldn't see him. She let out an involuntary gasp when his finger brushed her anus. She couldn't help but wonder if he put his finger back in his mouth. From behind, he used the knife to cut the dress and bra straps from her shoulders. As uncomfortable and embarrassed as she was at standing here completely nude and under his control, she felt a twinge of relief when she saw the knife clatter to the floor in front of her.
Her respite was short-lived when she felt his putrid, hot breath on her neck and his hands snaked around her body and began fondling her breasts. He tried to nibble on her ear but she quickly turned her head away. Holding her tightly to him from behind with one hand, the other groped downward until it came in contact with her pubic hair. Although she was squirming violently, she was completely under his control. His grubby fingers were caressing the lips of her vagina, probing, and trying to find enough lubricant to enter her. She could feel his erect penis prodding her rump through the rough fabric of his overalls.
She was weeping openly now. "Please let me go! Leave me alone, your hands are so dirty and you stink. My arms hurt."
"Is that what's bothering you? I'll go out by the creek and take a bath. First I'll cut you down and tie you to the bed."
He did what he said and in just a couple of minutes she was tied, flat on her back, completely nude and spread eagle on the old brass bed. Each arm and leg was tied to a corner, leaving her legs spread wide and her vagina completely exposed to his view.
He stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at her. "Wow, you got a nice pussy!" Once again he rubbed her with his grubby fingers only this time there was no way to keep him from entering her. Although she was completely dry, he ran his index finger in and out of her repeatedly. "After I take a bath, I'm gonna' get me some of that." He finally abandoned poking her and knelt beside the bed, his face only inches away from hers.
She was sobbing and completely humiliated when she said, "Please let me go. I won't tell anyone about this. I'm cold and frightened."
He stood up and looked down at her. "You ain't going nowhere till I do what I want with you. I'm gonna go and wash up then we will see just how nice you can be. First I'll stoke up that fire to warm you up a little."
True to his word, in just a few minutes he had a roaring fire in the hearth but he threw the remnants of her clothes into it. He went out and soon returned with two five-gallon buckets full of water. He poured one of them into a large vat on a derrick like arm and suspended it over the fire. When he was sure the fire was warming the water, he removed his clothing.
Barbara couldn't help watching as this scene unfolded in front of her. As big and dirty as Roy it was, his skin underneath his clothes appeared to be soft and pink, in sharp contrast to his rough, gnarled hands. He had very little hair anywhere on his body. The lack of pubic hair made his penis look very big, much larger than the few she had seen. She was not a virgin, but most of her encounters had been grope sessions in a darkened car and she had only seen an erect penis a couple of times when she and her boyfriend made love.
