The Unwitting Voyeur

The Unwitting Voyeur

By OdieK

Author Note: Another castaway from the vault. As always the story is pure fiction where all characters are eighteen years of age or older. This one is a personal favourite of mine. Let me know if you want to see a continuation.

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"My God! This can't be happening!" he repeated to himself as he clutched the handlebars of his Harley in a death grip his mind conjuring up images of the neck of someone within his grasp, his hands and fingers beginning to feel numb from the constant pressure as he raced at reckless speed along a secondary highway in Nevada fifty miles or so east of Las Vegas.

He hoped he was heading in the right direction. It was mid-day, the relentless beating sun in a cloudless sky at its highest. There wasn't a single soul in sight other than a large bird or two riding the updraft. If he could have he would have stopped someone, anyone for help but fat chance of that. With precious seconds ticking by he hadn't even thought of calling the police. He had to save her. He could only imagine what her captor or captors had in mind; his anger flared at the thought threatening to take his sanity.

A month-long cross-country motorcycle ride on his new Harley had seemed a great idea at the time for the young thirties couple celebrating year eight of a happy marriage.

At thirty-four Jeff was a military hardware consultant to corporations bidding on government contracts. Sarah at thirty-three was a specialist in international affairs working for the feds.

The thought of his wife Sarah filled his mind with wonder on how he managed to hook-up with the gorgeous curly-haired blonde with her infectious laugh, aquamarine blue eyes and body to die for was a mystery. But they had triumphed with successful careers and plenty of luxury to keep them company yet Jeff always felt that something had been missing. He had thought it was their being tied down to their jobs which was why he suggested the cross-country tour but Sarah felt it was time to introduce a new member to the family -- she wanted to be a mother. Jeff replayed the arguments they had. Tears filled his eyes as he hoped it wasn't too late. If anyone hurt her they would as Jeff envisioned raining down hell on anyone involved. He gritted his teeth in anger while a sense of despair threatened.

They had spent a couple of nights in Vegas then headed into the mountains. Less than an hour out of town Jeff had noticed that the gas tank was near empty when he had filled it before leaving. He thought it must have been a leak somewhere and stopped at the very first gas station seemingly in the middle of the desert in desolate terrain.

When they pulled in Sarah had joked that it reminded her of a scene from Stephen King's "the stand" a lone station in the middle of nowhere; rusted signs creaking in the wind; tumbleweed rolling by; a crow cawing on a sign announcing "Conoco".

Roads to and from the lone station seemed to on the verge of being sucked into the air as the surfaces shimmered with cloudy heat.

As they pulled in Jeff jokingly whispered, "watch out for them hillbillies!"

Sarah struggled to contain her laughter when a short skinny teenager in dirty coveralls, wild hair and lace-less steel-toed boots ambled out of the dust encased entrance of the small gas stop. His foot caught on a loose board and he barely kept his balance yelling, "Dang!"

Sarah and Jeff lost it roaring with laughter.

Insulted the teen stood before the couple asking them what they wanted. Sarah pulled off her helmet wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. She immediately stopped laughing when she saw the look he was giving her as if she were staring there all alone. She watched his eyes scan her body with evil intent. Now that she saw him up close she figured he must be in his early twenties. In any case the youth scared her. He had thick eyebrows, a jutting jaw, dark eyes almost black and a smile full of broken teeth and tobacco stains. He looked at her with a sense of hunger. The thought of a wolf chasing down an injured deer came to mind. She defensively put her arm around Jeff who was explaining what the problem was not having noticed the brief silent exchange.

"We can have a look," he said turning his attention to Jeff, "chances are it ain't nuttin' much Mista!"

"You hear that babe," Jeff said, "should be back on the road in no time."

They had rolled the bike into the garage and Jeff had watched while the youth found the problem, a broken fuel line.

"I'm going to walk around a bit," Sarah told her husband, "Stretch the legs."

"Fine babe but don't wander too far. You never know when Stephen King or one of his cronies shows up and takes you away."

She laughed waving her hand dismissively before turning and walking out the door. The youth watched the sway of her backside licking his lips. She wore near knee-length leather boots for riding and a pair of tight pink shorts that amplified what nature had given her. The youth, Josh, could have sworn he could an outline of her pussy lips which was distracting enough until he realized that when the wind blew in just the right way the white sleeveless frilly blouse she wore -- its ends tied just above her navel -- clung to her revealing the fact that she was braless and from what Josh could tell she had a set of what they called milkers in those parts.

"Big fucking titties that made you wish you were a babe again," he thought.

He felt himself harden as he stared at her. Josh got up telling Jeff. "Back in a minute mista! Gotta check sees if'n I got a part to fix this."

Jeff just nodded ignoring the young man. He was fixated on getting his cell phone to work. "No fucking reception!" he said to himself in frustration.

The youth walked into an adjoining office pleased that the husband was not paying attention. He stepped to the garage entrance and stared silently at Sarah who was shielding her eyes with one hand as she looked up at a gliding large bird. Her profile gave him an appreciative look at her healthy figure. What he wouldn't give to see her on her knees looking up like that with his cock held tight by her sucking lips and tongue her hard-nippled breasts bobbing to a rocking motion.

Meanwhile Jeff had finally looked up at his wife walking away from the gas station. He wished his wife was a little more sexually liberal but maybe one day she would change her mind and open up a little more -- a lot more was what he really hoped. As his eyes focused on her swaying ass he thought that maybe he could make a deal with her -- a bit more variety in their sex life in exchange for a baby. He turned back around and headed back to see if the youth had found the part to fix his motorcycle. He knew it was a pipedream to think that Sarah would open up and climb on board of the true extent of what he wanted his wife to do with him. He also knew that leveraging having a baby would be marital suicide. No he thought better to keep things the way they are.

In the office Josh had quietly placed the phone back in its cradle with an obscene smile. He looked at his watch and strode into the garage with the wrong part.

"Gots to make it look good!" he thought cupping his hardness with his right hand.

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Mid-size mountain ranges in the distance on all sides were the only visible barriers enclosing this parched furnace like a wasteland of occasional shrubs and cacti with no shortage of dry dirt that took flight in one mini dust storm after another challenging one's depth perception. He glanced in his rear-view mirror. He could see no more than a few feet behind him as the Harley threw up a blanket of dust and debris that would have shielded an eighteen-wheeler from sight. It must have been a hundred and ten degrees that day but he ignored it his U. S. marine training telling him to suck it up!

He roared past a long winding dirt side-road that seemed to disappear into the mountains and glanced in that direction holding tight to the Harley keeping it in a straight line. He slammed on the brakes nearly flipping the bike but using every ounce of adrenalin enforced strength to hold on tight. The Harley skidded to a screeching stop leaving a ten-foot-long stretch of black rubber emblazoned on the dry road surface. He turned around and headed in the direction of that road staring hard testing his sight to the max. Dust clouds seemed to hug the surface of the narrow strip of road at regular increasing intervals the nearer the road got to the mountains. He knew that lingering dust disturbed and made airborne by someone in a hurry could take an hour to dissipate.

"That's gotta be him!" he said aloud.

"Hang on baby I'm coming!"

He revved up the bike adrenalin pumping again as he roared down the side road. He vowed to unleash hell on the crazy who would dare grab his wife.

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An hour earlier...

"Well?" Jeff asked anxiously.

"Part don't fit. Gonna ave to...," he began when the phone rang. He excused himself as Jeff paced in frustration.

Josh picked up the phone while watching Jeff out of the corner of his eye. He glanced out the dirt smeared gas station window at the blonde bent over on the opposite side of the highway likely checking out the local cactus or maybe a lizard. He smiled to himself as he answered. "Yup!"

"Josh my boy. You send the bitch across the road to make it easier?" laughter filled the phone.

"Don't look as if'n she too bright that one," Josh added.

"Don't care much about bright! Can you keep the husband occupied, you hear?"

"No problem Unc!"

"Make lots of noise in there just in case you hear?"

"Yup!" Josh hung up and returned to the garage.

"Rev er up mister?" he told him.

"Huh?"

"Rev er on up ' gotta check sumptin!"

The bike roared into life filling the garage with ear-deafening noise.

"Fuck me!" Derik said as he coasted alongside the kneeling blonde who still hadn't heard the old beaten down pick-up. Derik had worried about her seeing his face but was willing to take the chance. Now he saw that he didn't have to worry. He slipped on a black leather skin-tight cap with holes for his eyes, nose and mouth. Pulling to a stop not fifty feet from the woman he quietly opened the door and made his way to her, a chloroform-soaked cloth in his right hand. He pounced quickly covering her mouth and nose. In seconds she was unconscious after a half-hearted struggle. His hands roamed her body. His penis throbbed like never before as he felt her curves. He contemplated taking her right there but the risk was too great. He carried her to the pick-up lowering her onto the floor of the passenger side and reversed direction returning home with his prize nobody the wiser. He wondered if they should have just killed the husband. May have been easier, he thought. He glanced at the body of the shallow breathing blonde and cupped his crotch tightly as he stepped on the gas after taking a side road into the mountains.

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"Fine Mister, you can shut er off now."

More than ten minutes had passed. The phone rang again but stopped after the second ring. Josh hid his grin, which was the signal. His uncle had her!

"How much longer?" Jeff asked impatiently wanting to be on his way.

"Should be done in under an hour."

"Fine!" he said frustrated as he walked out of the garage. Josh watched him scanning for his wife.

"Where the hell did she go now?" he said aloud, "always wondering off... " he muttered walking out to the highway where he had last seen her.

He crossed the road and looked around. "Where the hell... SARAHHHHH!" he yelled cupping his hands around his mouth.

Twenty minutes later he was frantic. He returned to the garage in a panic.

"Did she come back?" he asked the youth.

"Who?" he asked fiddling with the bike.

"WHO? Are you out of your fucking mind! My wife! That's who?"

"Last time I saw her she was headed in that their direction," he said pointing to the highway.

Jeff looked frustrated and yelled again for her.

"She ain't here mister," he volunteered, "better check again out that way."

Jeff raced across the road carefully checking the area. The sun reflected off something metallic. He moved closer bending down picking up the object partially covered with sand and dirt. It was her watch. "What the hell is going on here," he said aloud bending down to examine the ground closely. He wasn't an expert but he could have sworn that the ground was disturbed in some way that's when he noticed the boot prints. A sinking feeling hit him. He followed the quickly fading prints to the road. He found partial tire tracks on the opposite side as if someone were backing up across the two-lane highway and hit the shoulder. He began to put it all together. He raced back to the garage as it dawned on him ' Sarah had been nabbed.

He explained quickly to the youth asking if he had seen anything or anyone. Josh shook his head.

"I have to call the police!"

"You can use the phone in the office mister. He gave him the number. Cell phones don't work in these here parts," he added.

Jeff misdialed the ancient rotary dial phone twice swearing loudly knowing that precious time was slipping away.

"FUCK!!!" he yelled listening in astonishment to a recording telling him that the Sherrif was out and to please leave a message.

"What no fucking 911 service!" Jeff shouted in anger knowing that the longer the time the worse the outcome.

"Could ave told you mister," Josh began, "Sheriff ain't around much but I'll keep trying to reach him for you.

"Alright! Alright!" Jeff said holding down the panic by a thread running his hands through his hair. He handed the youth a ten-dollar tip. "Is my bike ready?"

Josh nodded knowing that he had given his uncle enough time to get away with the busty wife.

Jeff paid the bill and was roaring down the highway a minute later.

Josh watched him go and dialled his uncle letting him know that the husband was about an hour behind him.

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Jeff raced to the mountains over the bumpy unpaved surface leaving a wake of heavy dust behind him. He eased off the acceleration and rolled to a stop less than a mile from the base of the mountain range. The spiral dirt road seemed to disappear into the mountains confounding him. Once again his training kicked in. He didn't know what he was facing and the last thing he wanted was for his anger to jeopardize success of rescuing her. He knew that time was short but needed to approach with caution. The only weapon he had was himself. If the kidnappers were armed and heard or saw him coming then they were both in trouble. He low idled the big bike and approached at ten miles an hour the whistling wind drowning out his stealthy approach.

Minutes later he rounded the bend and found himself facing a small oasis of man high shrubs obscuring the view of four buildings in an open space more than half the size of a football field tucked secretly into a curvature in the mountains. A perfect hideout he thought. The largest building appeared to be a house. An old dented dusty pick-up was parked in front. A second smaller building looked like a barn ' no doubt the owner had livestock of some kind. A small brick circular well was almost dead center amongst the four structures. A third smaller building he guessed was a shed and was clearly padlocked. Lastly closest to the mountain was a mid-size building somewhere between a barn and a garage. From the looks of it Jeff immediately thought of a machine shop that looked as if it could easily hold four vehicles.

He stayed down hidden by the well-positioned foliage watching and waiting for a sign that could lead him to where Sarah was being held. He felt certain she was here somewhere. That's when he heard a bang, a loud metallic clang of steel on steel. It came from the building he thought was a machine shop. Making sure he was unnoticed he raced along the rock wall staying low until he was alongside the back of the machine shop. The back of the two-story rectangular building offered just enough space for a man to walk behind it but there were no windows or cracks in the wood to allow him to look inside. He heard a faint sound; someone was whistling some unidentifiable tune that bore no resemblance to any song he had ever heard.

The side of the building had two small windows about five feet off the ground. He presumed the other side was the same. The front of the fifty- or sixty-foot-wide building had two large barnlike doors that opened to admit vehicles and machinery. There was also an ordinary door at the side farthest from where he was. He crawled along the side until he was underneath the first window. He moved up until he could see inside. A tall thin man with a leather mask was standing in the center staring down at something Jeff couldn't quite see from this angle.

He ducked down and crawled to the side window near the front of the building. Again he popped up and froze in complete shock. Sarah was tied and her mouth covered with strips of tape covered her from ear to ear and jaw to just under her nose. She was sitting on what looked like a metal seat (an old tractor seat he thought). What looked like an old spring bed frame was acting like a headboard attached to the apparatus. Her arms were tied to the frame at the wrists and elbows in a position you would expect of someone with hands together behind their head and elbows jutting to the sides. It looked uncomfortable but not painful he thought. Her legs were pulled apart, back and under her so that he couldn't see her feet. That's when he noticed that her shorts were gone. She was still wearing her blouse tied at the midriff and her white cotton panties but nothing else. Her eyes were open pleadingly but the stranger moved to the opposite side of the building rummaging around before returning with a wooden chair which he placed not two feet from and directly in front of her. He sat down slowly as if he had all the time in the world.

Jeff had seen enough and stood ready to rush in and beat the kidnapper senseless when he hesitated. The man pointed a long thin finger at her. All she could do was stare being so thoroughly immobilized but her eyes were questioning. Jeff couldn't see the man's expression and he didn't think anything was said. He watched as the man moved his hand forward, the finger still pointing until it became clear what he was after.

Sarah began to squirm as much as she could which wasn't much. The finger seemed to move in slow motion as it touched the tip of her right breast. He could see her nostrils flare with the indignation as the man waggled the tip of his finger, up and down, up and down repeatedly. Jeff hardened and waited convincing himself he didn't want to rush in before he knew perfectly well what he was up against. After all, he told himself, she's not in pain or threatened just yet plus he hadn't determined if the man was alone or whether there were others.

Sarah's eyes pleaded with the stranger as her nipple stiffened and thickened at the onslaught. Suddenly he stopped and pulled his hand away sitting back into the chair staring at the protrusion his finger had caused. The protruding nipple throbbed from his touch pushing obscenely at the material of her blouse. He licked his lower lip which scared her. She wondered for a moment where she had seen that before a déjà vu moment perhaps, but circumstances didn't allow her to connect this man and the gas station attendant.

A minute later he pointed again but with his other hand. She groaned and shook her head as much as she could but again the lone finger travelled slowly towards her other breast like a guided missile guessing correctly where the nipple hid beneath her clothing. A flurry of finger wagging had her gasping as the nipple grew quickly to match its twin. Again he sat back to admire his work. It was no longer a question of where precisely her nipples hid they appeared to be begging for attention and he was more than willing to accommodate them.