Chapter 1 - Conned

 

"Hello," I said, as I approached the car with its hood up, "Broken down?"

The outback roads are not a place to breakdown, a car a day may pass, today it was a busy day; two of us were on the road.

"No, I always stop, and look under the hood, of course I have?" she retorted angrily.

"Whoa, whoa, I was just being polite, is it safe to ask if you need help, you won't bite my head off, will you?" I asked gingerly.

"The stupid thing just stopped, way out here, and I just had it serviced, a week ago. There is not much chance of help, around here," she said dejectedly.

"No there isn't, but your knight in shining armour has just arrived," I said smiling at her.

"Oh, and prey what is the fee, for this gallant knight?" She asked.

"We could talk about that later, if you like?" I asked joking really.

"So there is a fee, I hope I can afford it," she replied, I was joking, but she did not seem to see it that way, so I dropped, the subject.

I looked around at the wilderness, miles upon miles of open land, flat plains and sparse vegetation, no shelter from the blazing heat of the sun, or the bitter cold, of the night. The Australian outback was no place to break down.

I was told that you could wait twenty four hours for another vehicle to pass, so take a gallon of water, and a sleeping bag for the night, because it gets bitterly cold, at night.

I was also told to lift the hood, so that a passing driver would know you had broken down, also to let someone know at both ends that you were leaving, and when you were to be expected. Finally make sure you had enough fuel, for the trip.

These were basic safety precautions, people have died in twenty four hours alone in the outback from the heat, and cold. I had followed most of the tips, and had my gallon of water, enough fuel, and my sleeping bag, but I hadn't told anyone that I was leaving, or when I expected to arrive, in my haste to leave.

"You're not an Aussie, are you?" she asked.

"No, I am on holiday, or rather was, but I met a bloke in a pub, and we got talking, and he found out I was in health and safety, and he needed help, in that area.

We went to the authorities, and got an extension to my visa, and a permit to work for a month, and I have had a wonderful holiday six weeks, all paid for, and with some work mixed in. It's a wonderful country so many different things, erm, scenery, farm land, cities, and mountains, and this all in the one place, tropical sun, and snow, it's, it's, well, it's like the world, all in one country," I enthused.

"Yes I suppose you are right, it is very diverse, now my car, please," she said.

"Yes, sorry I was getting carried away, it's the fourth time I have travelled this road, and each time on a Tuesday, for the last three weeks. The first three times, it was on business, and this time for fun. Will you try, and start the engine please?" I said getting my head under the bonnet.

Whirr, whirr, "OK, that's enough, hum, there is no power, a lead must be loose," I said checking the leads to the plugs, and from the battery, and finally the HT lead, "This is your problem, the HT lead has come loose, I will push it back into the socket, and you should be fine. It is unusual for it to come loose, I had better stay with you in case it happens again" I said.

"No, you will not need to, I pulled it off," a gruff voice said next to me, I hadn't seen her approach, being so busy with the engine, and she gave me a start.

Now the first female was well very pretty, late twenties medium height, slim, a well developed chest, and firm, trim legs and jet black hair that cascaded down around her shoulders, and onto her back, in long waves. Her eyes were dark, but as bright as diamonds, and she had full, red lips, and very kissable, given half a chance I would take her to my bed, as payment, if offered.

This creature now stood next to me, was the total opposite, she was about six feet, and built like a brick out house. She was the type, where if it were a man the papers would say that it took twelve police men to restrain him. Mind you looking at her, and her chest, left me in no doubt it was a woman. She would definitely not fall flat on her face; they were the biggest I had ever seen. I could imagine it would take twelve coppers to restrain her, as well.

"So you travelled this road each Tuesday for the last three weeks, have you? Was it about this time of day that you travelled?" she asked gruffly.

"Why erm, yes, I suppose, early morning, why?" I asked.

"You must have gone back, to return the following week, was that early morning, as well?" she asked.

"Erm, no, evening, obviously," I said.

I stood up, and looked around me at the five women now stood there, the leader, the barbarian, I have just described, stood in front of me. The first lady stood to her left, next to her was a younger woman, slim, but had a deep rage in her eyes. It was a hatred that ate into me. To the woman's right was a woman in her mid to late thirties. The bully woman, the gruff one that was asking the questions, was in her fifties, and next to her stood another younger woman, with a sturdy frame, solidly built.

From the general appearance I would say that they were all family. The brick out house, the mother, but each child had a different father, hence the differing appearances, and they all looked as if they worked the land, except the pretty one, she was more your office type, secretarial.

"Put your hands behind your back, we are taking you in," the gruff woman ordered.

"I, I, what, why, all I have done is stop, to assist a young lady, in trouble?" I asked confused,

The woman came close to my face, and grabbed my collar, she squeezed and lifted me off the ground, with her left hand, "Because I said so, OK," she said firmly.

"Madam, unhand me, I have done nothing wrong," I said, OK, it didn't come out as I expected; I meant, 'get your fucking hands off me; bitch?'

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, I do not mind, you chose, put your hands behind your back, or we will do it, for you," she told me.

Now I may not be the toughest guy around, but the female holding me off the ground, seemed to be, and she had support, I did not.

I did as told, as I said, I would not have liked to take her on, let alone four more, handcuffs were put on my hands, and I was led to the rear of their car, The gruff woman sat next to me, and the other bruiser sat on the other side, the pretty one got into my car, and the other two sat in the front. It was a tight squeeze in the back, both women were rather bulky, and would have filled the back on their own, even though I was slim, they squashed me in the middle.

"Look," I started to say.

"No, you look, this," the gruff one said holding a clenched fist in front of me, "Will remove four teeth if you open your mouth again before I say you can, do you understand?"

"I-I erm understand, who are you?" I asked.

"The police, as far as you are concerned, and you are under arrest. Sweaty knickers make tasty gags would you like to find out how tasty?" She asked me.

"I would rather not do," I said.

"I thought not, so shut up, and avoid finding out," She said.

I nodded she was in charge for the moment, once inside the police station, then I would be allowed to explain why I stopped, without threats. I sat back as best I could do, and watched as we drove the twenty miles or so to the next township.

There is one minor detail I should mention at this point, as a joke with a friend I had filled in a form on a web site, asking to be kidnapped, and treated as a prisoner, on a bogus charge. We had laughed about it, but what I didn't know, was that my friend had paid the fee, for me. I was now a willing participant, in their game, but unknown, to me. I suppose had I decided to go ahead with the deal then I would be enjoying what had happened, excited by it, but because it came as a surprise, I was nervous, and all the better, some would say.

Once there we entered the main street, then she took a left into a side street, and then another left into a workshop. Both cars were driven inside, and the doors were closed behind us, by the woman in the passenger seat. They all got out except for the gruff woman, who sat next to me, and put her arm around my shoulders, and squeezed me crushing my shoulders with her immense strength.

"You will be quiet, won't you," she said raising the clenched fist again, I nodded.

She opened her hand, and put it alongside my face pulling my head into her voluptuous bosom, and patting the side of my face, "That's a good little boy," she said maternally.

Whilst we sat there I could hear the sound of mechanical tools, my face pressed against her bosom meant that I couldn't see what they were doing, but it took about an hour, for them to return to the car.

"Now get out," she said.

She got out, and held out a helping hand for me, she was smiling a nasty, unreal smile, and this worried me. What were they going to do to, or with me? I was helped out of the car, and made to stand in an open area; they all stood round me in a semicircle.

"This is not the police station, what the fuck, are you doing? You can't do this, it-it is illegal," I said, raising my voice.

"Now let us see what we have got, shall we?" the gruff one said and made to undo my trousers, I stepped back.

"Get off me bitch," I said, now angry.

"Now, now, I will not ignore it, but I will make sure you understand the rules, later," she said.

They took a step in my direction, I looked around me warily, "Do that again, and we will be forced to rip them off, and you will not like that, it is very painful," she said, as the other bruiser moved into position behind me, and grabbed my shoulders in a vice like grip.

The one in front of me, I would not like to take on, and the one holding my shoulders the same, apart from them there were three other females stood around me, with the size and build of the one in front and behind, it felt like ten to one, and I was the one.

Held I couldn't stop her from undoing, and pulling down my trousers and underpants. She smiled at me, and then tentatively lifted my shirttails, and laughed, they all laughed; even the woman holding me came around the front to look, and laughed.

"Well Mitsy said she never felt it touch the sides, no wonder, there is one down there, isn't there?" she asked me sarcastically.

"I have had no complaints so far, bitch, this is sexual harassment, and assault, bitch," I snapped back.

"Oh, so we need a lesson in manners as well, do we?" she asked me, and then to the women stood around, "Get it ready for transport," she told the women.

"W, what do you mean, transport, I thought you were taking me to the police station? I have done nothing wrong," I said worried.

"Police station, that's two hundred miles away, there is no police around here. We look after ourselves, you picked the wrong place to rape those women, asshole," she snapped vehemently.

"W, wait, what women, I didn't," I started to say, but she cut me off.

"You will do as I say, or I will gag you, shall I take them off now ready?" she asked firmly, her thumbs by her skirt, I shook my head.

A chair was roughly pushed into my legs, and a hand on my shoulder made me sit down. They removed my shoes, socks and my trousers were pulled off along with my underpants. They undid my shirt, and pulled it down my arms to the handcuffs, and then the gruff one took a cotton pad, and placed it over one eye, and taped it in place. She then took another, and taped that over the other eye.

She then put something to my eyes as it were, and ran a strap under my chin, and it was held then one from the other pad over the eye, and again under the chin where they crossed. Then one around my head, and they connected all three at the back, and fastened then there.

"Open your mouth," she ordered me, I resisted, and felt the firm but gentle tap on my mouth, indicating her intention, as a knee, I presumed, was placed on my genitals and began to press. I opened my mouth, and they inserted something rubbery, which made it hard for me to close or open my mouth any more than it already was. The insert went under my tongue, and over my teeth like a set of dentures, and then they inserted another bit that went over my tongue, holding it down. It was long and thin, it was meant to hold my tongue down, so with my mouth open a bit, and my tongue trapped, I was gagged.

The gag was again fastened behind my head with straps, effectively gagging me. A hood was pulled over my head, and zipped from my forehead to the back of my neck, and another strap went around my throat. This strap was pulled firm, and padlocked to one side of my head then the zip was padlocked to it at the back. Finally they screwed something into the mouthpiece that held it firm, and pulled two zips one on each side of my mouth to the centre.

The gag was fixed in place, and you had to remove the hood to get at the straps, and now the hood was part, of the gag, and it was all padlocked in place, I was stuffed.

"That is so that you can breath, but can say nothing, we can also give you water through it, if we so wish to," she said, but I had a feeling that they would not wish to, it was the way she had said it.

I was lifted up, and lowered down into a container of some sorts I assumed, they undid my handcuffs, and I was made to sit, two of them took an arm each, and pulled them into place.

I heard an electric drill, and then a strap was fastened around the elbow, and to the side of the crate, and then it was repeated with the other arm. They put a mitten type bag over my hand, without the thumb, and that was placed by the side, and the drill started up, and then my wrist was strapped to the side, another strap was put across my fingers holding my hand firmly in place.

I heard the rattle of a chain then a click like a padlock, and then the chain was threaded through a hole I presume in the box. The chain was threaded through a ring in the box, I could hear the rattle, and through a ring in the side of the collar across my throat, and through a ring on the other side, and to a ring in the box, and pulled tight chocking me. It was padlocked, and then relaxed, so that it was firm, but no-longer choking me.

They fed a strap through slots I presume in the box, and across my lower abdomen, and back out again, I had already worked out that every fastening was fixed outside the box; there were no padlocks or buckles inside the box for me to fidget with.

Then it was my legs, they had been outstretched in front of me while they fixed me in place. They bent them at the knee, and pushed on the ankles, they were pushed up against my chest and held there, and then the cold steel of shackles were put on my ankles, and pulled back to hold then in place. They then added a chain from the middle of the shackles, and out the bottom of the box, to hold my feet against the base of the box.

Escape, there was no chance, I felt that every moving part of me was now fixed, and unable to be moved, but I was wrong. My knees were pulled apart, and strapped to the sides of the box, I was totally immobilised.

"Not too comfortable I hope, we don't want you to fall about and damage yourself, any damage done to you, we will do, personally. This is the last you will hear from us for a while, I will leave you with this thought, sexual assault is a violent crime, and violence is the only cure, had you been caught by the women you sexually assaulted, these would now not be here," she said grabbing my balls, "You would be alone, and lost in the outback to die a long, slow, and painful death.

Your time with us will be painful, and it will be as painful as you make it. Do as I say, and it won't be too bad, fight me, and it will be very painful. With that I will leave you to ponder on what we have in store for you, several miles out in the wilderness we call, the outback. Do not think help will come, we only meet people when we come to town, or our neighbours, who will help us, not you, good bye, for now," she said.

I heard them fix the front to the box and then, I felt the warm touch of polystyrene granules being poured over me, after she had put something over my ears, so that I could hear nothing. I felt the vibration of the lid being screwed in place, and then I was lifted up, and put down again. A vibration, and again lifted, and moved forward then lowered down onto something that sagged slightly, as the weight was put on it, I waited in silence until I felt the vibration then the motion, as we moved off.