I was NOT in a good mood. The stress and work of moving was bad enough, but I now needed things that were in boxes in my new storage locker. I hadn't had time to go to the locker and rearrange everything. The boxes had been unloaded so the rental truck could be turned back in. Of all the stupid dumb things to do, I needed towels.
There was no one around when I went in through the gate of the storage lockers. To add to my irritation, my locker was all the way down to the end of a long long row, and around a corner. I think there were only two lockers at the end and then the lockers went up the other side of the building.
I was in a hurry. I didn't need this! I drove there in a rush, and just slipped on a pair of shorts and a tshirt without a bra. I had discovered the shortage of towels because I had just taken a shower and had to air dry myself. Muttering @#$$#@%$# to myself, I grabbed the key to the padlock and lifted the big overhead door. What a mess!! Good thing I had made a list of items and had given each box a number. Now, only to find box #19. Grrrrrrrrr
My thoughts were on finding the box, so I was startled when I heard a voice behind me, saying "Hello there, is there anything we can do to help"? I jerked upright, conscious of the view I must have presented, when I bent over to check a box. Turning around, I saw two men standing there, both appeared to be in their mid thirties. Both obviously worked out. One was blond and fair (Jack) and the other was black (Ed), but with a nice smile.
The told me that they had the other locker at the end and were glad they had neighbors. With a low whistle, they looked at the jumble of boxes that seemed to be piled just everwhere. "Seems to me, it would be easier to put the boxes in order, so you could see the numbers on them," said Jack.
"I know," I replied, "but I didn't have much time to return the rental truck and I was going to take some time this weekend to work on this mess." "Well, it wouldn't take the two of us fifteen minutes or so to do all of that for you - we work here, and we load and unload trucks for tenants who don't do it themselves. One thing that should be taken care of as soon as possible. The mattresses should not be propped up against the wall like that, or kept in the plastic covers. The bed should be flat and the mattresses covered with a sheet so the surface can breathe. Otherwise, they will start to smell."
"Oh, I couldn't intrude on you like that, but thanks for the offer," I replied. Ed grinned and said that they had a six pack of ice cold beer and we could all have a drink while they did this for me. I could replace the six pack as a "thank you" at a later date. Emptying half the can at one swig, I thought..........what the heck.........I am not in a rush.
I sat back on a box and watched them as they moved boxes and set the bed up at the back of the locker. I had to admit that watching their muscles ripple under their tshirts made for a very interesting sight. Their jeans clung to their legs like second skins. They talked while they were working, asking me questions about where I had been living, why I had moved, etc. Conversation was easy and I was actually enjoying myself.
They then left room around the bed, and started stacking the boxes in a neat row, three high, with the numbers facing the front of the locker. I had to admit they knew what they were doing. It seemed no time before all the boxes were neatly lined up, and box #19 was set aside so I could get the towels out.
I bent over, cut the tape with my cutter, and reached inside for the stack of towels. When I straightened up, I realized that Ed was right behind me, and his arms went quickly around my waist. I dropped the cutter. Before I could say anything, Jack stepped in front of me and put a strip of tape over my mouth. "What the hell"? Whipping a piece of soft cord out of his pocket, he tied my wrists together. Not that he had an easy time of it, because I was struggling with all my strength, but I was no match for the two of them.
"Now, what shall we do with this hot piece of pussy"?, said Jack. Ed replied, "Well, I think we deserve a big reward for all the work we have done - what do you think"? I just stood there trembling, not from fear, but white hot anger. How dare they think they can get away with this? This is a public area, someone will be coming by at any moment and can see that I am in trouble.
As if reading my mind, Jack softly commented that it was now past closing time and the gates were locked. No one would be in the compound until the following morning. I couldn't help turning my head to look outside and yes, the sun was going down. I shivered now, with a bit of fear. What was going to happen to me?
Ed grabbed the bunch of towels that I had taken out of the box, and he walked behind the stack of boxes, and placed them on the bed. I realized then that the stack of boxes were placed in such a way that no one could see the bed from outside the locker. "NO, NO," I moaned behind the tape, you bastards are not going to rape me, not here, not now, and NOT ever. I don't know how, but if I get myself free, you two are going to pay for this.
Jack moved me over to the bed and I just stood there. Ed grinned, as he pulled his knife from his belt. Ohmigod, what is he going to do? I squirmed and tried to get away. Jack spoke in my ear, "Don't worry, we are not going to hurt you. Your hands are tied and from the look in your eyes, we wouldn't even attempt to untie you. So, we are just going to cut your tshirt off. If you just relax and enjoy what we are going to do to you, you will find how nice we can be."
No way, I thought, and I was shaking my head from side-do-side, even as the knife sliced thru my tshirt, falling away to the ground. "Oh my...........such nice tits..........look at how hard her nipples are...........I will bet she is enjoying this." "Well, we will see, why don't you take one and I will take the other and let's see if she is still going to refuse our desires," said Jack.