He couldn't believe his good fortune. She had turned her back, and he had the presence of thought to bang her in the head. She crumpled to the ground. He checked her pulse to make sure he hadn't overdone it. This was his first time using such force, and he wasn't sure how far he could go. She still had a strong pulse but was sure to have a headache when she came around.
All he could think of that moment was getting her in his truck before someone noticed her lying there. He grabbed her arms and dragged her to the steps to his idling big-rig, hoisting her prostrate body over his shoulder before he climbed inside the cab. He dumped her unceremoniously on the lower bunk and reached for the duct tape he kept in the back. He never thought he'd need it for something like this, but he was glad it was close. He pulled her hands together, tore off a strip of tape and bound her wrists snugly in front of her. He tied a handkerchief in her mouth to muffle any sounds she might make. Next, he bound her ankles and pushed her against the back wall of the cab.
He stood up and looked down at his captive. He was excited nearly to the point of numbness as he stared at her still form. Her hair spread out tangling around her face. With her arms in front of her, her tits were squeezed slightly together, giving him a titillating view of her exceptional cleavage. Her legs were naked from her thighs down and her skirt had bunched around her hips, giving him a view of her panties -- he loved white with lace, just what she was wearing. He didn't see any hair so assumed she was shaven. His dick got hard as his mind explored her body. He shook his head. Later... Later... Right now he needed to get out of there.
He jumped in the driver's seat, shoved the truck in reverse and back out as quickly as he could. He didn't see anyone around as he put the truck in gear and rolled down the road. He was careful to avoid the highways and keep his radio on, in case there were any reports of his truck and the missing woman. He had lived in the area and knew many back roads -- useful information as he made his way out of the area. He hit the interstate some 30 miles away and headed south. He had a load on for Alabama and decided he'd take her along for the ride.
The more miles he put between her house and his truck, the more he relaxed, smiling for a change at his luck. He couldn't believe how easy that was.... And there she was. He glanced over his shoulder and saw her eyes closed, smiling even broader as he thought of what lay ahead. She wouldn't be smiling and that thought made him break into a grin.
He drove straight through for about 6 hours, thinking she would be out for a while and he wanted as many miles under his tires as he could get before he pulled over. He doubted he'd be rolling again for a while once he stopped. That thought made his cock charge to attention. His mind was wild with lust by the time he found the abandoned mine just off the interstate. He was six hours down the road, in the middle of nowhere. He had used this place to fuck before when he picked up another trucker or some other woman. He knew nobody else would be around. As he backed his rig into the shelter of some trees, he heard her begin to move -- or at least try to move, he thought to himself.
He had a raging hard-on for too many miles to stand much more. First he was going to fuck her, then he would play.... Well, maybe a little play first, he smiled cruelly to himself. He rolled out of the driver's seat and turned on the harsh overhead light. He saw her squint against its light as she looked around. At about that moment, her mouth engaged. He heard lots of muffled words from behind her gag, but he just ignored her. He was too busy watch her wriggle around the bunk. Her breasts were pushed forward, her skirt rising higher and he was enjoying the view. He could tell she was getting more agitated as her chest heaved, making her tits bounce with her efforts, so He thought he'd let her squirm for a while longer. Finally she stopped her frantic movements and glared at him.
"I don't give a fuck what you say to me, honey," he said as he smiled. "You are mine and I am going to do what I want to you, when I want to do it, and there is not a fucking thing you can do to stop me." She squealed some expletives behind the gag, but he didn't care. He meant every word he said.
He made the short distance to the bunk, and opened the closet door. There was an extra belt inside which he took, looping it through her bound wrists and attaching it to the emergency exit handle above her head. He took the duct tape wrapping it securely around the belt and binding her open hands to the belt so she couldn't open the door. The fact that he had to sit on her squirming body was just plain serendipity. Her motions under his body just made his cock harder so he took his time with her hands. She was going to pay for it anyhow so he didn't care.
She bucked and wriggled trying to throw him off but he just smiled down at her. When he was satisfied that she couldn't do anything with her hands, he crawled off her, letting his upper body slide against her chest. Her tits felt so good against his body. He wasn't sure where he was going to start first as he looked down at her. He figured he had better restrain her legs lest she interfere with his plundering of her body. He looked around the truck for the best way to bind her. He decided on tying her left leg to the upper bunk and her right leg, bent at the knee, bound to the passenger seat. He had a length of rope stored under the passenger seat which he cut into three sections with the knife he carried on him. He sliced the tape on her feet apart, noting she was not struggling as much but rather watching him with fear in her eyes. He didn't think his dick could get any harder but the fear in her eyes nearly drove him over the edge. He used the rope to tie her right leg above the knee, pulling the rope hard, forcing her leg open. He pulled a little extra so the rope bit into the soft skin of her lower thigh. He liked the contrast of the dirty rope against her clean, white skin. Next he grabbed her left ankle, jerking her hard as she tried to kick at him. He landed hard on her belly and hips as he jumped forward, snarling into her face, "You fucking bitch, do that again, and you will beg me to put you out of the misery I will give you." He was rewarded with her body going still and terror crossing her face. God, she was really a breathtaking sight laying there. His hand caressed her cheek as she shrank from his touch. This was just too good to be true, he thought. His luck was finally changing. He just knew it.
He crawled back down her body, letting his body enjoy all her curves as he did. He finished with her left ankle and shoved the rope to the top bunk. He pulled hard, hearing her foot hit the bottom of the top bunk. He had enough rope; he could just tie her to the bunk itself, which he did. Then he stood back and stared at her again. Her eyes were wide with fear; her hair was uncontrollably spread around her; her camisole had shifted to the side, exposing the side of her breasts; her skirt was scrunched around her hips, her white, lacey panties clearly evident. He spun around; grabbing the digital camera he kept on the passenger seat, and began snapping shots of her. She closed her eyes almost as if the horror of this was too much. His response was to grab her face roughly and smack her. "Open your eyes, bitch. I want to see the fear on your face, the humiliation in your eyes as you watch me take pictures of you tied like this." Her eyes flew open as tears began to stream silently down her face.
"Oh, fuck yea," he said, as he clicked more pictures. He pulled her top down exposing her tits to the camera and his lustful eye. He grabbed her nipples, pulling hard and laughed as she screamed behind the gag. Her nipples reacted by getting hard and pert. He rewarded the pink tips by snapping shots of just her top half -- naked, afraid and crying. He reached for his knife and began hacking away at her denim skirt. "You won't need this anymore," he leered at her as he snapped more shots of her bound with just her camisole and panties. He sliced off her camisole and knelt between her legs.
