That fear of carjacking strikes most of us at least once in a lifetime. We never know how it will turn out. Some results are better than others.
It was a Friday night; a terse rainshower had just ended only moments ago. The road was dark, power to the area, most probably cut by the storm. I was driving at just under 40kpm trying to navigate debris and large puddles just at the edge of the CBD in a leafy and affluent suburb. My anxiety levels were high. It had been one of those days.
Out of nowhere, the figure of a waterlogged female waving her hands running toward me appeared. Suddenly stopping in my path; forcing me to skid as I too sharply applied the brakes. I couldn't hear her but it was evident she was calling "help!".
Having been in some precarious situations previously and knowing carjackings were rife within five kilometres of the city, I looked around. I couldn't see anyone. She had quickly skirted to my passenger side door. Not seeing anyone I leaned over to unlock just that door. My senses were unnerved so I picked up the large multigrips, I always leave in the passenger bay.
No sooner had I unclipped the lock the door was thrust open and a knife was doing likewise in the direction of my neck. On reflex, the multigrips came to my rescue knocking the knife away and her out in one blow. Bodies then appeared at all my doors. I engaged Drive, planting my foot. Two bumps on each side and screaming could be heard as I escaped. The passenger door still open. The girl's head in my lap, her feet floating outside the car.
I drove a few hundred metres beyond where they had stopped running in pursuit. Bloody angry, I stopped the car moving around to pull her out. I saw the group start to run again 'fuckers'. Unfortunately she had become snagged on something, probably the gear selector. 'Fucken hell!'
Left with little choice and now frustrated too I pushed her feet in, minus one shoe. I slammed the door closed. Rushing to the safety of my seat and taking off again. 'You fucken bitch!'
Adrenalin surging, blood pressure at explosion point, I hit the steering wheel in frustration. Undecided if I should go to the police or a hospital. I stopped again, sharply.
'Was she alive?' I checked her pulse. 'Phew!' Yes, she is alive. My anger dissipated into relief as I rode the roller coaster of emotions.
I drove on a few streets deciding what to do when a sex shop ablaze with lights appeared.
Without thinking I pulled into the carpark. Before I was in the door a plan was formulated. 'This bitch is going to pay.' I quickly gathered my needs.
Four sets of handcuffs, one gag, a tube of gel, a butt plug and a remote control egg. 'Let's see how she likes being scared and humiliated.'
Quickly back to the Jazz taking off again stopping in a dark spot under a tree. Opening my door, 'Oops' the interior light came on. After turning it off, I attached a handcuff to each of the rear passenger safety belt roof mounts. I did the same for the back of the front seats. I methodically folded up the two rear seats making a cargo bay rather than creating a flat tray. I always carry a waterproof sheet, plastic on one side, cloth on the other. The plastic side burns so I subconsciously laid it out with the plastic side down.
I lowered the front seat dragging my captive into the rear. Her wet clammy clothes provided the resistance she would have given. My urge for justice, overwhelmed by anger and a sense of revenge. I was going to humiliate this woman.
A front clip half bra, 'very nice!' when removed revealed two B cup bell shaped breasts sporting bars studded though each nipple. 'I should have bought nipple clamps too!' The nipples pointing slightly off to each side.
I pulled each arm up, attaching them to the handcuffs on the roof. 'Let's see how much you really like riding in my car.'
Much of her weight now supported removing her one shoe and jeans became much easier. I peeled the jeans down, turning them inside out.
Her briefs were a disappointment after the bra 'nothing special there!'.
Her manicured hair was a sight though.
'Oh my!'
Two arrows each on the edge of where a thick bush obviously should have been pointed to my area of focus.
A horseshoe shaped vagina almost purple in colour. 'That will have to wait!'
I quickly unboxed my two tormentors deciding it might be prudent to secure her legs in case she came round.
I lubbed the butt plug and forcefully rammed it home. Feeling a little guilty I worked her clit till her nipples grew and her juices became evident.
The egg slid in easily.
'Can a woman expel these devices without hands?'
Deciding that was a possibility I retrieved my roll of duct tape from the boot. I fashioned a chastity belt to hold everything in place.
I switched it to setting one, before deciding that random might work much better. The gag was the last piece to be fitted. 'So pretty!'
"How do you like that bitch!"
I drove on without thought as to where. On autopilot it seems I was heading for home. I was halfway there when she started to moan and wiggle. 'Perhaps home isn't where we should be heading!'
My mate Paulo had a bush property on 100 acres two hours from home. 'You are always welcome to use it', he'd said; not that I had on my own. I knew how to get there and where the keys were.
I pulled into a convenience store type service station nonchalant. Purchased fuel and supplies for the weekend. On returning to the car I noticed two guys had discovered my passenger. I called out "Have a closer look. She loves the attention!"
They blew her a kiss before moving off simply saying "Have fun!" to me.
I scampered into the car throwing our acquisitions onto the seat where we first met. "Bastard!" Well that's what I interpreted from her mumbled scream.
"Are you enjoying the ride?"
The odd car and several trucks honking their horns in appreciation of my captive certainly were. It was hard to tell when she was orating profanities or orgasming.
The egg forced her to pass out several times. Slobber seemed to continuously flow from her mouth. At the next roadside stop I pulled over.
"Would you like some water?" I asked but she was screaming abuse at me.
"Would you like some water?" I repeated. She must have heard because she nodded her head and quieted.
I released the gag and she yelled "Mother fucker!"
"I don't see any evidence of child birth." I replied.
"Wait till I get out of here.'
"You might be a mother by then." I threatened.
Her eyes popped. "You wouldn't dare!"
"What would you do to someone who tried to slit your throat?"
"I didn't!"
"What?"
"I didn't try to slit your throat, it was a silicon nail file. I was only trying to scare you out of the car."
"It scared me alright."
I placed the water to her mouth but the egg burst to all out. Her body spasmed uncontrollably for several minutes. "Mercy! Mercy!' Stop! Stop!"
I switched it off. I let her take two gulping sips.
"What are you going to do with me?"
"Fuck you in every hole after you ask me too."
"As if I will do that!"
I switched the egg onto the maximum setting. "We will see, won't we."
I was going to check her head wound but that seemed unnecessary. She lasted three and a half minutes before she passed out. I put the gag back on and turned the setting back to random.
We arrived at Paulo's forty minutes later. I parked the Jazz in the four car garage leaving it and her to make a meal in the much smaller house accommodation.
"I'm going to leave you hanging in the car overnight."
"No! you can't!"
I switched off the egg as it was obvious one of the higher settings had just kicked in. I nodded as she understood. "I need you to understand what I'm saying."
"Fuck you!"
"I wasn't prepared for a captive and neither of us clearly trusts the other." I released the gag so we could clearly converse.
"Can you at least leave that egg off overnight too?"
"Too?! No! I'll put it on level one though if you start talking nicely."
"Thankyou."
"What's your name?"
"Kartya."
"You can call me Loz."
"Ok Loz how do you see this playing out?"
"On Monday I need to go back to work. I will leave you here 'til Tuesday night and return then."
"So when do you plan on setting me free?"
"Six months for attempted murder seems a light sentence. How long do you think you deserve?"
Her response was unexpected but immediate. Uncontrollable crying.
