Car jacked

This little story may not be for everyone. It's on the subject rape-play.

When I started the drive back home from the conference it was already half past six and knowing I have several hours left even now two hours later I’ve called home and prepared my husband that I might be stopping at some motel for the night. The work related business I’ve been away on for three days has been exhausting and I don’t want to take any unnecessary risks on the road. Knowing myself I already told my boss that I won’t be back at work until the day after tomorrow - I’m going to need a little bit of reloading the batteries before I’ll be of any use at work… and that was before I knew the meeting today would take forever. 

The stereo is blasting Depeche Mode on high volume and I’m singing along to keep the sleepiness to take over, but I know it’s just a matter of time until I will have to give in and find someplace to stay and sleep at least for a few hours. I passed one of those roadside motels a little while ago… and honestly, I’m not very tempted to stop at one of those. I’m a bit spoiled when it comes to hotels - blame it on all those years I worked in the business - and even though it’s just for the sleep… It kind of feels like a waste of money. I know I’ve got a cozy fleece blanket in the trunk and I always bring a pillow of my own if I’m going to stay the night, when it’s possible. That’s where it comes in handy to drive on one's own. 

I’ve slowed down just a bit, in order to be able to brake in time if I spot a good place to get some shut-eye, but I still almost miss the small gravel road leading away from the motorway and into the woods. That’s going to be perfect, I think to myself. I brake hard, turn left and drive slowly along the forest road, looking for a place where I can park without blocking the narrow road and I find just the place approximately two kilometers in. Satisfied that this will do just fine I turn off the engine and open the door. It’s not completely dark yet, but I don’t see a lot, my eyes being used to the stark light from the car. It’s wonderfully silent, though, I can hear the cars and trucks passing on the motorway if I listen carefully, but the wind is in the right direction, so it won’t bother me at all. 

Shortly I contemplate whether I should just leave the blanket in the trunk - it is summer and I probably will be able to sleep just fine anyway… but decide against it. It’s going to feel better if I get out of these clothes - the business kind of clothing is not exactly suited to sleep in. I strip down to panties and a t-shirt and fold my other clothes neatly, to avoid unnecessary creases.

I pop the trunk and reach for the blanket and my pillow, but then I think again. If I turn the backseats down I’m going to have plenty of space to sleep here. The yoga mat will do fine as a make-shift mattress. Rummaging through my over-night bag I find the toothbrush and toothpaste - and I never get in the car without at least a bottle of water. While I brush my teeth I look around, now that my eyes have gotten a bit more used to the dark. It’s pretty here. A low stonewall runs on the other side of the narrow road and several young birches with their white trunks are lined up on the side where I’m parked.  A quick look on my wrist watch tells me it’s almost half past eleven and it’s time to get some sleep. I roll the car windows down a couple of inches to avoid it getting too stuffy in the car and then make myself comfortable as far as possible. I’m asleep in a matter of seconds. 

When I slowly come to, I have this feeling that something is not right. I don’t know where I am and I can’t shake the feeling of unease. It’s still dark and it’s rather cold. I must have thrown the blanket off, I move to pull it back up over my body… and I realise that I can’t move. My arms are stretched over my head, my wrists crossed - and tied together. I yank at whatever is keeping them in place, still thinking that I probably just stuck them between the seats in front… but no. I really cannot move. 

”No… no no no - what the fuck?” 

I try again to twist and turn, but only manage to tighten the rope fastening my hands further and it’s chafing my wrists. 

”Hello..? Is there anybody there..?” Silly. So silly. I didn’t tie myself up like this, there must be someone there - the big question is whether I want that somebody to  realise that I’m awake. I listen hard and I think I can hear footsteps on the gravel in a little distance. Fuck, fuck, FUCK..! They’re coming back. I need to get out. I yank at the rope holding my hands again - and this time I’m rewarded. It gives, just a little, but enough that I manage to twist my right hand and grab the rope over the knot (because it really is a knot on a rope, I’m not just imagining things). I inhale, hold it in and then jerk one more time with all I’ve got - and the rope comes loose. My wrists are still tied together, but this is my chance. 

The tailgate is wide open and I roll to the opening, putting my feet down on the ground. The sound of footsteps is still getting closer, but whoever is walking towards me is coming from the other direction and this is it. I keep my head down and move away from the trunk as fast as I can. I’m barefoot and the gravel is digging into the soles of my feet as I run towards where I came from, I know the motorway is over there, in front of me - but it feels like the distance to the moon right now. The footsteps behind me have stopped and then come back - I’ve been spotted and they’re coming after me. There’s no way I can outrun them. I’ve got to hide. 

I throw myself into the bushes beside the gravel road and push through the twigs and thorns, keeping my tied wrists in front of my face to avoid the worst scratches. On the other side the ground is covered with moss and high pines and I look around, frantically, trying to figure out where to hide. I hear my pursuer making way through the bushes too - and I do the only thing I can think of. I throw myself to the ground and roll in under the overhang of the shrubbery. My breathing is going to give me away, I’m panting - so I take a deep breath and press my lips tight together, trying to exhale slowly and controlled… and quietly! through my nose just as my follower breaks through the bushes just beside where I lie. I see large boots taking a few steps forward, away from me, and then they stop. 

”Where’d she go..?” he mumbles.

Somebody calls from the other side of the shrubbery ”Have you got her?” 

The owner of the boots curses under his breath and takes a few more steps… and then turns. I hold my breath, I have never wished more to become a stone than in this moment. I squeeze my eyes together, as if it would make me invisible… and there’s a large hand grabbing my leg. He’s pulling me out and as he does my t-shirt gets stuck in a branch and I can tell by the sound of the fabric ripping apart that it’s going to be scraps rather than a piece of clothing - but right now that’s the smallest of my problems. Since it’s still so dark I can’t make out his features, but even with so little light I can tell that he is big. Very big. I draw in breath and open my mouth to scream, but his hand lands over my face and there’s just a muffled sound coming out… and with his hand covering most of my face I can’t inhale properly and this adds pure panic to the fear. I toss and turn to get his hand off me, to get some air - but he doesn’t understand why - understandably - and the thought passes through my head that this is it. I’m going to die. My lungs feel like they are burning, but just then the hand lifts from my face and I gasp for air.

”Oh shit” I hear him muttering to himself. I’ve got no fight left in me, my muscles have gone limp and as he picks me up I might just as well have been a rag doll. He tosses me over his shoulder - what a cliché..! - and starts walking back towards the car. My shredded t-shirt hangs over my head, preventing me from seeing very much and he is holding one hand on my ass and the other around the back of my thighs to keep me in place. The rope around my wrists are dangling down his legs and trailing along like a tail.

He keeps walking and my brain seems to start working again. Shouldn’t we be back at my car by now? This feels like we’ve covered too much ground, where are we going..? I’m shivering in the cool night, whatever clothes I’m still wearing certainly is not doing a lot to warm me - but those massive hands are very warm, almost hot, against my skin. He is changing his grip on my legs and now his fingers curl around my thigh, just under my bum, and for every step his thumb is rubbing against the fabric of my panties. I try to press my thighs together, but his hand and his fingers stay where they are, I don’t think he even notices. It’s embarrassing and completely absurd, but I can feel my body reacting to his touch - even though it’s obviously involuntarily on his behalf… and most certainly on mine!

Suddenly his steps slow down and I hear someone calling out ”Finally, there you are. What took you so long? It’s not as if it could have been very hard finding her now, could it?” 

”Shut the fuck up. I’m here now, aren’t I?” 

”Put a blindfold on her and lock her up. I found the keys to her car while you were messing about - I’ll drive it to the garage and get the money. She probably wouldn’t be worth anything anyway - bitch is too old. But still - you make sure she doesn’t get away again. You know the drill.” 

The other guy turns and disappears along the road, while the big man eases me down to the ground. I wince as my battered feet land on the stony ground. 

”Get in.” he says and gestures towards an old van that’s parked beside the road. It’s so rusty that I suspect it will fall apart when he opens the backdoor - but it’s obviously sturdier than it looks. Inside the van there’s a tattered mattress on the floor, a bunch of tools laying around and plenty of empty beer bottles. It smells a bit stale, like someone has been sleeping in here.

He grabs the rope and ties the end to a metal loop in the floor of the van, then grabs a roll of gaffa tape and makes a move to put the tape over my eyes. 

”No no no… please - don’t tape my eyes! You can use my t-shirt instead - it’s already so torn up I won’t be able to fix it.” 

He mutters, but agrees to let me escape the tape. He rips a section off the back of my t-shirt and binds it over my eyes. 

”Can’t risk you running off again. Make yourself as comfortable as possible.”  It sounds like he’s not too happy to be left here with me. I ponder what that other guy ment. ’Bitch is too old’ I can’t help getting the feeling that I am way better off being too old than not right now. It sends chills down my spine thinking about it so I try not to. 

I’m shivering. Still wearing just my panties and what’s left of that poor shredded t-shirt - and even though it’s still summer, it certainly is chilly. 

”Could I please get my blanket? I’m so cold..!” 

He sounds slightly confused. ”Cold? The car is gone now, your things too.” 

I know it’s summer, but a normal person would still wear clothes in the middle of the night, wouldn’t they? Can’t say that, though. Got to stay friendly, I don’t want my life to end like this and this guy almost killed me by accident less than fifteen minutes ago. 

”I’m sorry, but I really am freezing. Is there maybe a jacket or something I could just borrow for a while?”

”No.”

Oh my God… this guy really is not into small talk. I’m shivering and my teeth are chattering, I know it’s probably at least 8 or 9 degrees Celsius, but I really hate it when I freeze! 

”I’m so sorry, but… you’ve got really warm hands. Could you just please hold me for a minute or so? Just to warm me up a bit?” I can’t believe I’m asking him to do this. He’s kidnapped me, for heaven's sake! But it’s so cold..! 

He doesn’t answer, but the van rocks slightly as he steps into the van to where I’m curled up, trying to keep whatever warmth I still have. 

”Lie down. Be still.” I do my best to obey. It’s a bit tricky to find a reasonably comfortable position with one's hands tied together and since I can’t see what way to turn - and he gets impatient with me. His big hand lands on my chest, pressing me down onto the mattress. I land hard and bang my head on the metallic floor, it hurts a bit - but I’m not going to risk anything by complaining. I’m amazed by how warm his hand is… but then he removes it. I lie still and wait. The van rocks slightly again and he lays down beside me. His body radiates heat and I feel the warmth of his breath on my neck and throat. My body is tense, both from the cold and from being so exposed - I literally can’t do anything to cover myself up or to protect myself if he was to do anything to me. There’s a shiver running through my body at the thought, I am cold and afraid - so why do I feel a tingle of excitement..?

At first he just lies there beside me, stiff as a log, but I can still feel the warmth from his body seeping into me and driving the cold away. It feels good and before I’m quite aware of what I’m doing, I move a little bit closer to him, pressing the side of my body to his. At first he tenses up, but then I feel his arm moving, reaching over me and landing on the naked skin of my hip, just over where my panties end. I hear myself inhaling sharply, but I don’t disagree. As a matter of fact, it feels really good. I try to be still like I’m told, but it’s hard. I’m still shivering, but by now it’s not only the chilly night - rather the opposite. There’s a heat building in my body and I don’t know what to do, surely I can’t actually be aroused by this situation..? The big hand on my hip has started moving, across my stomach it slides and up to my breast. I know that my nipples are standing erect, tickling the palm of his hand as he pushes the remnants of  my t-shirt up and out of the way and before I realise what I’m doing I arch my back a bit, pressing my chest up towards him. I’ve never before encountered a man with hands large enough to cover my breast, but his does. I can detect movement over by the hip that’s pressed against him. He obviously is affected by the situation too - and I’m not sure what I want. On one side: I am pretty much a prisoner here. Unknown men have captured me, I’m tied up, can’t move, can’t see. This is as far from an ideal situation one can get… but on the other hand there’s a distinct tingling between my legs and I am still both terrified and aroused. The hand is on the move again, this time down my panties, sliding over my pubic bone in between my legs. He lets his fingers part my pussy lips and without further ado he presses two fingers inside me. I gasp and try to twist away, sure I’m probably pretty wet, but this is not okay… 

”Be still.” he growls.

I try to press my legs together, but it’s no good - if anything this just presses his fingers deeper into me. His breath on my neck is hot and heavy, but then he suddenly lets go of me. For a second I think he changed his mind, but then I hear the rattle of his belt buckle and I understand that this is going to happen whether I want it or not. There’s a sound of plastic ripping and then I feel my panties getting torn off, by the sound of it they are now in the same state as my t-shirt. I pull my knees up, but it’s completely pointless, he just puts one large hand on the inside of each knee and part them easier than you’d open the pages of a book. I know it’s pointless to try to get away, my hands are secured over my head and this giant of a man doesn’t even have to worry that I’ll scratch him with my nails… and oh my God - considering the size of this guy, what if his cock is equally gigantic..? It’s going to tear me apart! Suddenly I feel his hand behind my neck and what I guess is his other hand in front of my chin. 

”Spit.” 

I’m completely confused. ”What..?” 

”Spit” he repeats. I do as I’m told and I can feel some of the saliva running down my chin before his hand disappears again. I still don’t get it and for a second or two I almost forget the situation I’m in while trying to figure it out… and then I get it… at the same time I feel him lean over me and push my thighs even further apart. Lubricant. He’s going to use my own saliva as lubricant. 

…and then he presses his cock into me. My suspicions have been proved right. He is big. Very big. I can only thank the heavens that he’s actually taking his time filling me up and when he starts fucking me it’s slowly, almost gentle. I can tell, even without being able to see, that he’s filled me completely there’s still quite a lot of cock not in me and he’s got one hand round the base of his cock. I am so grateful, ’cause had he just rammed it into my pussy it would have been excruciatingly painful… while this… this feels… good. My body, treacherous thing, reacts and I’ve started meeting his thrusts - and I hear myself moaning. For every thrust his thumb rubs my clit and that saliva won’t be necessary now. I rotate my hips, meeting him thrust by thrust, and now as my body is welcoming his intrusion he’s able to come deeper and deeper inside me, it’s balancing on a knife's edge - pleasure and pain so tightly wound together I can’t separate them from each other… He’s fucking me harder and faster and now the protecting hand is gone as he rams his cock into me, it really feels like I won’t be able to take it any more, but on the same time I can sense that feeling of electricity within, building for every thrust. I’m almost hyperventilating by now and the sounds coming out of my mouth doesn’t sound like me, but I’m so, so, so close and when he drive his cock deep a last time and pin me down on the mattress I explode, implode, this orgasm is so intense it’s literally making me see stars.

He weighs me down, pinning me to the floor with my thighs spread as wide as they get and it’s hard to breathe before he gets up. There’s a strange sound that must be him pulling the condom off and then I feel his hand between my legs again, apparently wiping me off. Then he steps over my head and my hands come free. 

”Don’t remove the blindfold. Get out of the van.” 

Clumsily I make my way out and put my feet down on the gravel road. His massive hand lands on my shoulder and he hands me some kind of stiff fabric that smells of motor oil. 

”Count ’til two hundred before you remove the blindfold. The motorway is three kilometers away the way you’re facing.” 

I hear the engine starting and drive off. I’m alone.