The van doors opened and he pulled her to the edge. He was strong for such a slim man,
easily throwing her over his shoulder and walking the few yards before stopping to open a
door. Once inside, he put her down on the floor. It was surprisingly soft, and the
farmyard smell confirmed that she was lying on straw. Probably some kind of barn, she
thought.
Then her feet were being messed with. Another rope went around them, as if the ones
already there weren’t enough. But she soon found out this one had another purpose as she
heard the rattle of chains and - gradually at first - her feet were being raised from the
ground. Up and up they went, pulling her upper body across the hay until she slid forward
and was pulled free of the ground altogether, hanging there upside down by her feet.
“I’m going to get some sleep,” he told her.
Vanessa moaned as loud as she could against her gag, but he said no more. After a few
minutes she could hear his heavy breathing and the occasional snore.
The blood pounded in her head and made her hangover ten times worse. Vanessa forced
herself to think rationally about what had happened. She’d been kidnapped by David, that
much was certain. But for what reason? Her parents were not rich, more comfortable, and
not in a position to pay a ransom. Vanessa had no wealth herself. She had no power, no
secrets that anyone could want to force out of her.
So what did she have that anyone could want?
Easy. She’d said it herself so many times. David had said it too, with his eyes and in
the dark of her hotel room.
David wanted her body.
But how did he imagine he could get away with just taking her? She’d be missed from the
moment her parents and her friends awoke, when she didn’t answer her door or her phone.
Her phone! Where was it? She could be traced by her phone.
On the dressing table in the hotel room, that’s where her phone was.
Would anyone remember David’s approach to her? If they did, then maybe they’d find her.
If not...? The question mingled with her tears, unanswered.
God, Vanessa’s head hurt now. How much longer?
Eventually she heard movement from David. Within a few minutes her feet were being
lowered and her head hit the straw. Finally she was lying there’ still bound inside the
sack, but at least the pounding had stopped. Then he was removing ropes, first round her
feet and then round her thighs. As he pulled the sack up her legs she remembered that all
she wore were her shoes, stockings and suspender belt. She was sure she was blushing, not
that anyone could see with her head and upper body still in the sack.
Before she could react she felt him pull her legs apart and push his own between them.
She struggled, but all that gave her was another sound slap across her face. She realised
that David’s thighs were warm and uncovered, that he was most probably naked and about to
rape her. And there was nothing she could do to prevent it. She was certainly no virgin,
but had never been treated this roughly, like an object, a possession to be used and
discarded.
She felt his cock bang against her thigh, and within moments he was pushing into her,
straight in, hard in, as far in as he could get. He moaned as he took her, as if he’d
waited for this feeling for a very long time. Vanessa’s body shook with the force of his
thrusts, and they both grunted in time, David in his lust and desire, Vanessa in her
disgust and discomfort. Her breath felt hot and humid, difficult against the gag inside
that sack, his energetic use of her making it even more laboured. She just prayed for it
to end.
And end it did. He felt him tense, his legs going stiff and his breathing held for a
moment. Then he gasped and she felt him pumping inside her, once, twice, three and four
times. Afterwards he collapsed onto her, taking away her breath again as he tried to
regain his own.
Finally he flopped out of her and she could at least breathe again. But she was starting
to dread what would happen next. He’d made no real secret of his identity to her, so that
when he eventually let her go she would be able to identify him. That convinced her he had
no intention of letting her go. The implications of that were to terrifying to consider,
and she made a conscious decision not to go there, to contain her panic in the hope she
would somehow escape.
Then he was unfastening her ropes, one by one, until he could remove the bag.
She blinked as the light hit her eyes, even though the place was not exactly well lit.
There he was, stark naked and watching her, the ropes in his hand. She was immediately
aware of her own nakedness, the fact that she still wore the stockings and belt making her
feel even more naked.
He half pulled, half lifted her to her feet, pushing her towards the centre of what she
now saw was a hay barn. Far from being old and dirty, this place looked brand new, as if
he’d built it especially for her. He backed her to a rough wooden support and used the
ropes to secure her to it, round her waist, thighs, ankles, chest and neck. Only then did
he speak.
“Before I take the gag off, you ought to know that this place is miles from anywhere.
You can scream and shout all you want and nobody will hear you. Only me. And if you shout
too loud or too long I’ll get annoyed. D’you know what’ll happen if I get annoyed?”
Vanessa just stared back at him, unbelieving.
“Well, do you, bitch?” His anger was very obvious.
Vanessa shook her head.
“Then I’ll demonstrate,” he replied with a slight grin appearing on his face.
Vanessa watched helplessly as he walked across the barn and behind a wooden partition,
horrified to see that when he returned he was carrying a riding crop.
Vanessa screamed against the gag, but couldn’t put her desperate pleas into real words.
Instead she shook her head and sobbed. David smiled more.
“I’ve waited a long time to do this,” he sneered at her.
Over the next ten minutes he thrashed her. Nowhere was left untouched apart from her
face and those parts of her body that were protected by the wooden support. Her body stung
all over, and she could see red and white welts on her skin. David took his time, walking
round her and choosing his moment to strike. Vanessa cried and cried, begging for it to
stop, but it was useless. He had no sympathy for her cries, and she soon learned that the
more she cried, the crueller he became. She tried to stop crying, to be aloof and
unaffected, but the crop hurt far too much for such bravery.
Mercifully, eventually, it stopped.
“I’m going to make a drink,” he told her. “When I come back we’ll talk some more and you
can suck me off.”
He put his hand to her face and picked at a corner of the gag, pulling roughly so it
tore at her skin as he ripped it away. Then he turned, still naked, to leave the barn,
leaving the door wide so that the sun streamed in, emphasising the fact he knew she would
not escape her bonds.
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