In The Back Seat

He was not sure why she had been walking by herself down the dark back road, but was happy he kept a supply of rope and tape in the car when she came into view. He noticed she was provocatively dressed, and he impulsively pulled the car in front of her and sprang from the door. He registered shock and terror on her face and saw a flash of blond and white as she turned and ran into the moonlight woods. She was wearing high heeled knee high boots and had trouble running across the uneven ground. A high-pitched scream filled the night as he forcefully grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. He clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her protests and clumsily pushed her struggling body back towards his car. He threw her face down into the backseat, and grabbing a length of rope from the floor, pulled her arms behind her back. He pinned her kicking legs with his body and heard her scream in pain as he tightly lashed her wrists together. She continued to yell as he bound her legs and ankles asking over and over again why he was doing this. He was tired of listening to her slutty voice and roughly grabbing her chin told her to shut up. Her eyes widened when he pulled a dirty rag from the seat and he heard a gurgled "please no" as he pushed the cloth into her mouth. Tears welled into her eyes as he ripped lengths of duct tape from the roll and tightly plastered them across her whimpering lips. He had an impulse to see her panties and unbuckled her belt while she screamed and squirmed in the seat. Her teared protests continued as his greedy hands inspected the lovelier aspects of her body. He couldn't wait to get her luscious frame back to his hunting cabin; he checked her bonds, and started the car. His excitement continued to escalate as he watched her thin body struggle in the rearview mirror. The car swerved and he cursed himself for paying more attention to his captive then the road. This was not the time to get pulled over, but she was so beautiful that he was having trouble controlling himself. The cabin was close by and he navigated safely for the rest of the trip, relishing the sound of her slight whimpers in the back. He pulled into the dark drive of the cabin and heard her breathing escalate when he killed the engine. He opened the back door to shrieks of terror, and hoisting her writhing body over his shoulder, made his way up the long path towards the cabin.

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