"Hey guys! Going to lunch! Anyone need anything while I am out?" I said as I locked my computer and reached for my purse.
"Just a better parking space!" shouted Mark.
"Tell me about it. I had to park three blocks down behind the office. I sure hope they finish building our parking garage soon. The over crowded lot was better than having to park down the street." I said as I leaned against the wall in Mark's office.
"Do you need me to walk you to your car?" asked Mark.
"Nah. I should be fine, its light out. Tonight on the other hand I may ask you for an armed escort. I don't anticipate getting out of here until after seven."
"Deal! See you when you get back. I am sure I'll have a few additions to your ever growing task list by then."
I slowly step out of Mark's cube, "Gee thanks Mark. And here I thought you were actually a cool guy. Boy have I got you all wrong. Later!"
"Nope you got me pegged as a cool guy! Later!" Mark then peeks out of his office as I start to turn the corner toward the main hall, "You sure you don't want me to walk with you? Thats a pretty short skirt you have on there. The guys at that metal shop might give you a hard time."
"No. I'm good. Thanks though." I shouted as I walked out of our department toward the front lobby.
I slide on my sunglasses as I step out the front doors. Thinking to myself "Wow today is actually a beautiful day! I just love Indian Summers. It gives me that one last chance to wear those short skirts before packing them away for the winter. Funny if I didn't know any better I think Mark was checking me out as I was leaving. I guess turnabout is fair play. I sure have checked him out more than a few times since he was hired on last month to replace Jerry after his stroke.
I walked around the building to the electric gate and wave my badge so that it will open up and let me out. It is really inconvenient having to park so far away but the new garage will definitely be a nice change from hunting for a parking space daily. It will also be really nice come winter when the snow starts. I cross to the shop across the street and the cat calls begin.
I speed up a bit knowing that I only have another two blocks to go in my stilettos. I really should have changed into my gym shoes. I stumbled a little and as tried to compose myself bumped into a wall. Well not a wall really, just a stranger. I should clarify; a tall, broad shouldered, massive and very good looking stranger. I excuse myself and start to walk away.
"No pardon me. I just saw you walking in my direction and didn't even think to get out of your way."
"No worries. Have a good day!" I politely turn and walk away.
I hear him mumble something that sounded a lot like "I sure intend to" that causes me to stop and turn in his direction. At that moment he grabs me, holding my arms behind my back with his left arm and puts his right hand around my mouth. He pulls me into a van that until then I didn't even notice was there with the side door wide open.
Pulling the door closed as he jumps in he then grabs something out of his pocket and I then hear a tearing sound. I start to scream and struggle to gain my freedom from the weight of his body. He then covers my mouth with duct tape. "There. That should keep you quiet."
I started kicking my legs and almost make contact with the back of his head. He forces my legs down by holding them in place with his one knee. He again reached into his pocket and this time pulled out a few zip ties.Sticking them in his mouth to hold onto, he grabs an arm in each hand and pulls my arms from behind my back bringing them in front of me and then zip tied them together at my wrists. He grabbed another zip tie and looped it through the one holding my hands together and attached them to the base of the passenger seat. He then zip tied each of my legs to some racks on each side of the van.
"Now isn't that a nice surprise. I can almost see your pretty pussy through those panties". Apparently in my struggles (and in his spreading my legs apart) my skirt has now pushed up far enough to show my white lace thong panties. His leering gaze caused me to squirm and he let out a chuckle. "Yes, you fine sweet thing, I'm looking at that cunt of yours and thinking of all the ways to make it mine."
He then takes both of his hands and begins to roughly squeeze my breasts through my sweater. Pinching a nipple hard he chuckles again. "These also belong to me. As a matter of fact all of you belongs to me."
I try to scream again through the tape and struggle against my bondings. I realize that it is futile and the ties hurt when I move too much. I must have had quite a look in my eyes cause right then his gaze burned through them and he said matter of factly, "Your fear is also mine to relish in and the screams that I am sure will come will only add to my pleasure."
He then got up and sat down in the driver's seat, started the van and drove off.
About thirty minutes later, we turned off of the paved roads and I could now feel what seemed like every rock and dip in the poorly groomed road. One bump even sent my head crashing into the base of the seat my arms were bound to. The searing pain in my ankles from the ties digging into my skin had me screaming again.
Just then my captor stopped the van, put it in park and shut off the ignition. He turned in the seat and reached into the glove box. "I guess those zip ties won't do. I can't have that scrumptious body of yours marred like that." He pulls out some nylon cording and proceeds to tie my arms ankles using the rope. I observed that he knew some BDSM rope tying methods. My husband loved to use rope for our personal play and the way he tied was better than what my husband had ever done. He didn't just loop the rope around my wrists and ankles he must have wrapped them six or seven times so as to not leave rope burns and not afford the ability for me to wiggle out of them. He also made it so as to spread my legs even more exposing me further.
"Wow that was unexpected." He says more to himself than to me, "I like how your thong has now slipped between your thick lips exposing more of that beautiful cunt to me."
I just hate how crass this asshole can be. I guess his vulgar language isn't as bad as what I am sure he has planned for me. I just hope he finishes fast and doesn't hurt me. I just want this over with. I am sure that he is working himself up and will quickly just... how do the guys at work say it? Bust a nut?
It's then that I see him pull a utility knife from his back jeans pocket. He leans over me pressing his chest to mine and cuts the zip tie from my wrist then goes back to my ankles and cuts those off as well. He admires his rope work some more. Finally he then looks back at my face and studies my mouth covered in the duct tape. "Hmmm, I hope this doesn't leave a mark, my beauty, because I can guarantee its gonna hurt like hell." Right then he reached over and ripped the duct tape off of my mouth.
"FUCK!" I screamed. "You fucking bastard! Who do you think you are? Pretty fucking sad you have to get your rocks off kidnapping and then raping women. You are a pretty sick fuck aren't you?!"
His right hand connected sharply with my face in a stinging slap. "Now you listen to me Bitch! You will shut the fuck up and do as you are told! You continue to talk or call for help I will lay your ass out and do so many unmentionable things to your limp fucking body. Am I clear?"
I nodded my head in understanding.
"Good!" An evil smile twisted on his face. "I will do those unmentionable things to your body regardless, but you will learn to enjoy it. Well, I will enjoy it. You, I could care less what you think. The more you struggle the better it is for me."
Thinking to myself I have found the solution I resolve to just lay there and let him do his business. Obey his demands and he will tire of me quickly.
"Oh and if you think by just laying there like the last girl, think again. Pain is a great motivator and helps me get you to struggle even more."
Oh crap! I am up the proverbial creek and have a good idea what is going to happen to the paddle.
With that he yanked my sweater up and over my face, blinding me. Then he unhooked the front hook from my white lace bra. "Look at those tits!" He then grabs them roughly and begins to squeeze them.
Sobbing I cry out, "Ouch! Do you have to be so rough?"
"Oh baby, I'm not being rough. You know you love it." He bend down and takes one nipple between his teeth and draws it in. "Now I'm being rough!" He chuckles, "Don't tell me that doesn't make you wet. That and the thought of all the nasty things I'm going to do to you."
"Please just let me go." I beg. "I promise not to turn you in if you stop now." I really hope he lets me go now. I do not want him to know that I am getting wet. How can my body betray me like this?