I decided to take a slightly different route yesterday on my run. Staying in shape is hard enough without adding boredom to it, so i needed something new. The altered course would undoubtedly add some extra time, but I wasn't too worried about that.
As part of one's strategy on keeping a steady pace, and maintaining the drive to press on, i had music playing in my ears, and i normally try not to pay too much attention to what's going on around me. However, I did happen to notice a state trooper pass me along the way (because everyone notices a police car), and I looked back in time to see him turn into a driveway a few house behind me.
I continued along the course I had laid out, and about 30 minutes had passed before I had circled back to the place where I had seen the trooper. Casually glancing over my shoulder as I ran by, I noticed two old cars parked end-to-end inside the garage. Looked like some sort of chop shop. About 2 steps later I froze; "Was that a leg??"
I yanked the ear buds out of my ears, and took a quick glance around, because I hate looking like I'm being nosy, and then I went back and checked. Yes, there was definitely a leg sticking out from between the two cars! With the music no longer being piped into my head, the sound of muffled screams further sharpened my attention. The image of what I discovered is forever etched in my head.
Bent over, face down, on the hood of the car in back was a half-dressed woman. Her arms and legs were spread out and secured to the car itself with duct tape, and shop rag was stuffed in her mouth. She couldn't see me, but she knew I was there. What I mistook for screams were more like shouting, as if she was trying to tell me something, but I still couldn't make any of it out. I had no idea what had happened since I had run by earlier, but judging by the mess of tools and parts thrown all around, there had been quite a struggle, and I had a feeling that 'someone' had left her like this with the intention of coming back and finishing what was started.
As shocked as I was to behold this blatant display of debauchery, I was unmistakeably intrigued and aroused. I stood behind the long blonde-haired woman for a few more minutes, as if in a daze, while she continued with her noise-making. The longer I stared at her, the more amazed I was with the whole thing.
At some point, I awoke from my trance, and I knew that I had to get this poor woman free of her restraints. I felt ashamed for waiting so long, and also for entertaining - even for a second - the idea of taking some of my own pleasure from her. Ashamed or not, my erection was pretty obvious through my thin running shorts, and I did take the small opportunity to press it against her as I reached up to pull the rag from her mouth.
The moment it was clear of her lips, I heard her say "Look out for...."
-! CRACK! -
Blackness....
Don't ask me how i didn't hear the other person come up behind me, or how long I was out, but I came to with a pounding headache and the inability to move. Apparently this guy liked binding and gagging his victims, and in my case, a blindfold too. I was only able to see areas of light and dark; nothing in any kind of detail. I could hear the trooper (or whoever he was) still having his way with the woman, and quite roughly too. The rag had been put back in her mouth, but her whimpering and muffled screams were really easy to hear, and I could tell from the sounds, and the thrusting movements that I could feel, that I must also be bound to the same car.
Inside, actually. I guess I was in the backseat. My arms were outstretched to the sides, and legs were straight out, between the two front seats. I had no idea how long this attack would last but I was trying hard to work my way out of the tape in hopes of helping somehow. As much strength as I thought I had, it was no match for the tape. I was helpless to do anything but wait and see what was going to happen.
It wasn't too much longer, and the man finished his assault in a loud, guttural explosion of sound, worthy of the cheesiest porn videos you can think of. 'Really mister?' I thought. 'I doubt you're all that.'
He took a few minutes to clean up the scene and get his uniform squared away, and finally cut the tape that was holding the woman firmly against the car. Then he just started walking away, without saying a word to either of us. The woman was a bit winded, but breathing freely since the rag had been removed. I was sure that she would start crying for help, or run and lock herself inside the house, but I could never have imagined what happened next.
