CHAPTER 4: SAVED
I had fallen into the mindset of wondering how idyllic my situation had become. The house and property are a dream come true. This is comfortably isolated, private, beautiful, and peaceful. For once in my life since ... a very long time, I am content and satisfied physically and emotionally. Professionally, my writing flows with detailed eroticism; I am nervously excited to see what my agent thinks. And, personally, I have a group of middle-aged women in town I enjoy from time to time (almost like groupies) and Marge has become someone I enjoy being with. And also, personally, I have these seven young man-boy-ghosts.
I have ordered online a wardrobe of clothes suited to the sense of arousal I constantly feel. Underwear is seldom worn anymore except when I venture into town or if I know someone is expected to visit. I have a lot of full, short skirts that I pair with t-shirts or button blouses that I seldom fully button. The shorts I wear at home, if I wear them, are short, loose, runner-type with tank tops or sports bras.
The guys accept my conditions for privacy and time for concentrated work. That still doesn't stop the feeling of being watched, though. I gave up on panties because they just became soaking wet early in the day. I can't see the guys unless they let me. Although I trust they are honoring my writing time and my places of privacy, I still have the sense of being watched. It can be like stepping into your backyard naked. You don't see anyone; you don't think anyone is watching; but you aren't sure and stepping outside naked drives the exhibitionistic arousal, excitement, and thrill. That's me all the time and it has driven my selection of clothes to those that tease. The short, full skirts move in the wind. They ride up my thighs and ass when I bend over and I do a lot of that. Both the t-shirts and blouses are selected to display my nipples without the bras and to allow my breasts unrestricted movement.
It is idyllic. I couldn't imagine anything that could ruin it. That was my mistake. Superstitiously.
It happened on an otherwise perfect day. One of those days you think is impossible not to be outside in it. Not too hot but hot enough. A slight breeze to be refreshing. Clear, sunny sky and clean, fresh air. It wasn't enough to have the windows open in my writing room. I had to be outside. I told myself, screw it. I'm my own boss for a reason and deciding to skip some hours of work should be one of the perks on a day like this.
Maybe nothing would have been different if I hadn't. But maybe I would have reacted quicker if I had been in my second-floor office space that overlooks the narrow driveway approaching the house through the trees.
I was outside on the far side of the house digging in a new bed of flowers. I had changed into a pair of skimpy, loose running shorts and a bikini top. The bikini top wasn't a full support cup type but a simple layer of material providing no support and designed to form to the breast when wet. Not that I was intending to get wet, but ....
I had earbuds inserted, humming to U2, an old favorite, and kneeling on a foam pad while bent over the freshly turned ground as I placed the plants and seeds. My hair was up in a ponytail and the sun was beating down on my essentially bare back. I had pulled my feet from the cheap, foam sandals. I was oblivious to everything but the beats, the feel of the sun, and the image of this new bed in full bloom.
I noticed a shadow fall over me but I didn't react. Although I was alone here, I wasn't really alone. It was one of the boys who formed and was deciding how to get my attention without scaring me. I was sure of it. I was about to pull one of the earbuds when two rough hands grasped me, one arm around my waist and the other tightly over my mouth. I couldn't image Jacob or Samuel treating me this way even in play and it took some moments for my mind to catch up that it couldn't be them and I was in trouble.
I was half dragged and half carried around the corner of the house. "Found her", the man holding me yelled. Another man was standing beside a car as another came around the other side of the house.
The man next to the car seems to be in charge. I was brought before him. "Are you going to behave if he lets you go?" I nod and the hand slowly is removed from my mouth, then my waist when I don't yell.
"What do you want? I've got a little cash inside. Take it and leave."
He chuckles. "We'll take what we can find, lady. What we really want is to hide out for a few days and your place is perfect. We just robbed an armored car and we need to wait out the roadblocks. Just cooperate and we'll be out of here in a couple days."
A hand snakes around me and grabs my breast. The hand rips the thin bikini top apart with one strong pull. He smiles evilly. "Oh yeah, I promised them they could enjoy you, too."
I scream, "Get out of here. What makes you think you won't be found here?"
They all laugh. "We cased this all out. This was part of our plan ... not a desperate thought. We know you live alone. We know you are new here and don't get visitors and you're a long way from the nearest town or traveled road. You're yelling isn't going to help."
I was breathing hard. That I was naked on top hardly mattered at the moment. I was scared but I was angry, too. I stepped to the man, "You want my cooperation? You're going to use my house, rob me, and abuse me ... and you want me to cooperate?"
He nods with a look that said he was in complete control. I swing my right hand so fast he doesn't have time to react. My initial intention was to slap him but I curl my fingertips at the last moment and rake the nails across his face leaving three ragged gouges across his left cheek and lips that quickly turn red. He screams and his own right hand reacts but his hand is clenched in a fist. He makes contact high on my left cheek and eye socket. He follows with his left hand which lands a glancing blow across my mouth. Almost immediately, I feel a blow into my kidney that sends more sparks in front of my eyes. Darkness comes at the edges of my vision and I think I am going to pass out and fall to the gravel.
Everything seems hazy and I feel a hand grab me. I flail wildly with my fists, miss everything, and only hit the gravel in my effort. But it's not a hand but several hands and they are not roughly taking hold of me but carefully and protectively. I am in somebody's arms and as my vision begins to clear and focus, I can see it is the boys. I am held by one with two others forming a shield in front of me. Between their formed bodies I can see what's happening. Jacob and Samuel each are pounding one of the men each, while two others are beating the third.
I wiggle free and push through the protection of the boys. I charge across the rough gravel with bare feet but hardly notice. "STOP!" I scream it. "You'll kill them! STOP!"
