The sun had nearly set. A warm spring Friday in northern Indiana was coming to an end.
As Chris slowly drove home, his thoughts drifted back to the girl. A girl, to whom he had offered help when he found her stranded along side the road. She had been extremely rude to him. She shouldn't have been so bitchy. It had been a little over a half an hour since their encounter, and she was still eating at his mind. Chris was still pissed!
Karen had been on the road for several hours by the time she and Chris crossed paths. She had been traveling through northern Indiana on her way to Chicago. She was going there to meet her boyfriend, Billy.
Karen and Billy were both in college. Unfortunately for them, it wasn't the same college. Karen attended a well respected community college near her home in Columbus, Ohio. Billy had gone to a major university in the Chicago area. They hadn't seen each other in several weeks, and Karen was depressed, lonely, and just a little horny. She had gotten off the high speed super highway and taken a more leisurely route. Karen had never cared for the fast pace of super highway driving, and she took local roads whenever possible. Unfortunately, after a couple of wrong turns, she realized she had become lost. That's how she found herself on a seldom used stretch of rural road. Few people used it since the new highway had been built.
When, for no apparent reason, her car quit running, she had pulled it to the side of the road. She needed help. Karen had been sitting on the fender of her disabled car for quite a while, and nightfall was rapidly approaching.
Chris just happened to take that same lonely stretch of county road on his way home from work. That particular route offered a nice change of pace. It was Friday, he didn't have to work the next couple of days, and he was in no hurry. His job as a corporate sales representative was highly stressful. Additionally, his girlfriend of three years had recently left, which only added to his stress level. The quite drive along the practically deserted road was like therapy. When he saw a car parked off to the side of the road, he naturally stopped to offer help to the driver.
That's what rural folks do. They help each other whenever possible.
Chris pulled up behind the parked car, noticed the out-of-state plates, got out, and walked toward it. Karen slid off the fender and watched Chris walk toward her. As he approached her, Chris, being a normal male, checked out the girl as she slid off her fender.
She was not what many people would call beautiful, but she was very cute. She appeared to be about 22-years-old, stood a little over 5' tall, and weighed maybe 100 pounds. Her hazel eyes were set in a rounded, well tanned, face which was surrounded by dark hair that flipped up at her shoulders. She didn't seem to have much of a chest, but her snug jeans showed off a cute, little, round butt.
When he got close to her, Chris smiled, reached out to shake her hand, and said, "Hi. I'm Chris. Do you need any help?"
"I'm Karen, and this damn thing just quit running!" Karen was understandably in a bad mood, but she seemed to have forgotten common courtesy. She hadn't returned Chris' hand shake offer, and her voice was very curt.
Chris was not a mechanic. He was especially lost when it came to the newer computerized cars. However, he offered to look at it for her anyway. He did his best to find what had gone wrong with Karen's car. When he was unable to locate her car's problem, Chris offered to take Karen to a phone in town. She could call for help from there.
Karen responded as if Chris had asked her for a blow-job on the spot. "Are you serious? Why would I get in a car with you? I don't know you. Hell no! You can kiss my ass!"
"Sorry. I only wanted to help. You don't have to flip out." Chris said, as he turned and walked back to his car. As he pulled out, Chris stopped next to Karen, and told her, "Traffic gets mighty scarce on this road at night."
"Fuck you!" Karen yelled, as she flipped him off.
Chris then pulled away. He left her standing on the side of the road in the rapidly darkening evening.
With a building anger, Chris slowly drove home. He thought to himself, 'he had only offered his help. She didn't have to be such a bitch about it. What had he done that was so wrong?'
As he pulled into his garage, something snapped in Chris' head. He again thought to himself, 'Who in hell does that bitch think she is. I only wanted to help. Well, fuck her!'
Then an evil idea crossed his mind. He thought, 'Why not fuck her? Why not teach that bitch a lesson. She already thinks I'm some sort of pervert.' As he brought his car to a stop and slammed the gear-shift into Park, he said aloud to himself, "Hell yeah. Why not? With that attitude, she might be one wild fuck. Whether she likes it or not, that bitch is going to get fucked tonight?"
Chris took a few minutes to gather a few things from his garage. He didn't know exactly what he might need. After all, he was not in the habit of kidnapping women from the side of the road. If he was going to do this though, he needed to be prepared. He gathered rope to tie her, rags to blindfold and gag her, and starting fluid (either) in case she needed quieting.
By the time Chris had gathered what he needed and driven back to where he had left Karen, a little over an hour had passed. It was pitch dark by then. The only lights on the lonely stretch of rural road were from his headlights.
Chris passed Karen's car and made a U-turn. He again pulled in behind her car, got out, and purposely walked toward Karen's car.
Karen was sitting in her car. Her mood had not improved, and she still had a bad attitude in her voice. She stared up at Chris and asked, "What the fuck do you want now?"
In a less than friendly tone of voice, Chris asked, "You want that ride now?"
As she climbed out of her car, she snapped out, "I don't seem to have much of a choice, now do I."
"I guess not." He pointed toward his car. "Get in!" Chris sounded almost as if he had ordered her to his car.
Karen walked back to Chris' car with him close behind. She opened the passenger door and bent over to get in. Before she could seat herself, Chris shoved her hard from behind. She fell head first into his car. She ended up lying face down on Chris' front seat with her legs sticking out of the door. Chris quickly placed a knee in the small of Karen's back to hold her down and grabbed the rope from the back seat. He quickly and securely tied Karen's hands behind her back.
In the mean time, Karen was screaming. "What the hell are you doing? Get off me, you son-of-a-bitch. I'll kick your fucking balls off." She was trying to do just that.
As soon as he had her hands secured, Chris, carefully avoiding her kicks, tied her ankles together. He then ran a rope from her ankles to her wrists. Karen was then securely hog-tied. That stopped her kicking, but her mouth was still fully engaged.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" She hissed.
Chris' hand snapped out and soundly slapped Karen across her right ass cheek. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but just hard enough to get Karen's attention.
The slap startled Karen and angered her even more. No one had ever slapped her. She quickly recovered and screamed at Chris.
"Fuck you!"
Chris instantly slapped her other ass cheek, harder this time.
"No, Bitch. It's you that will be getting fucked. Now, shut the fuck up." Then he gagged and blindfolded the bitch with the rags he had brought from his garage.
With more than a little effort, Chris was able to drag Karen out of his front seat. As she struggled, Chris stuffed her into the back seat on her back, and told her, "Don't wear yourself out bitch. You're going to need that energy before this night's over." He slammed the car door, walked around to the driver's side, got in, and started his car.
Karen tried to fight free of her bonds as Chris pulled back onto the road. Reaching over the seat back behind him, Chris roughly pinched Karen's left tit. "Now, Lay still!" He told her.
"Uuuuuummmmmmpphhh!" The rags muffled her scream. She quickly realized her protests and struggles were a waste of time and strength. She lay quietly for the rest of the ride.
Chris drove around the countryside for nearly an hour to be certain his captive was thoroughly confused as to her whereabouts. Only then, did he quietly pull into his garage.
After closing and locking the garage door, Chris opened his rear car door and removed the rope that ran from Karen's ankles to her wrists. Chris pulled a quiet Karen from the car. He helped her stand up. She was a great deal more compliant by then. He then put her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, patted her cute little ass, and carried her into his house and down into the basement. Chris was in excellent condition, so carrying someone as petite as Karen was not a difficult task.
The basement had been converted into a recreation room. It was one large room with no dividers. The only interruption to the open space of the basement, were the two poles that held the center of the house up. They stood near the center of the room. The floor was plushly carpeted and the walls paneled. There were no windows. Several couches lined the walls. A refrigerator stood near the couches. A pool table was at one end of the room, and a stereo and large screen TV were at the other end.
Chris frequently had a select group of buddies over to watch various sports, or pornos, on the big screen TV. He had even hired the occasional stripper to entertain his friends.
Without turning on any lights, Chris rather roughly dumped Karen onto one of the couches. In a calm voice, Chris spoke to her. "I would like to remove your gag. However, if you scream, or so much as raise your voice, it will be put right back on. Do you understand? Will you be quiet?"
Realizing there was little she could do but go along with her captor, for now, Karen nodded her agreement. She had decided to make the best of this dangerous situation. Almost gently, her gag was removed. "Now, sit there, and be quiet!" Chris ordered, as he left her in the darkened room, her hands and ankles still bound, and her blindfold still in place.
Karen heard a door being locked as her captor disappeared into the darkness.
