The vanishing hitch-hiker. (Closed.)

[Niceandbrutal]

Greg sat in his car, cruising along the highway. There was little traffic and dusk was fast approaching. He'd been planning this for some time now. His house was secluded and he'd installed soundproofing, among other things. In his pockets he had a gag, handcuffs and footcuffs. He wore a coverall, as if he was on his way home from work. He had a handsomely brutal face, dark hair and thick eyebrows over his almost black eyes. He worked in construction and he worked out, giving his 6'0" frame a decidedly muscular and lean build.

His eyes scouted along the edge of the road. A guy, two guys, two girls... he pondered that for a moment, but decided against it. Too much could go wrong with two girls- THERE! A lonely female. Pretty, too.

He stopped his car and rolled down the window. "Need a lift, honey?"

 

[DreamsToWords]

Katia had been walking for miles. Her feet hurt, and she was so exhausted that she wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep. She knew in the next town she'd be able to get a job and settle down for a bit...at least till she had enough to move on. She had no connections, and no one would miss her when she left, but she needed money to keep getting across to California.

The man slowed his van next to her, and when he offered her a ride, she ignored the warning sign that cam immediately to her mind and nodded thankfully, hopping into the passenger side door.

"I'm Katia. Headed west. How far can you get me?"

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"I can get you a little bit further, at least. Every mile saved helps, right? I'm Greg, by the way."

He drove on for a few miles until the highway entered a copse of woods near a picnic area. He purposely choked his engine, and as the van lurched and slowed down he swore loudly.

"Goddamnit! I'm sorry honey, but this heap of crap has been acting up since forever. I need to pull over and have a look."

He made a show of just about managing to get the car to the picnic area. He got out and opened the sliding door of the van, leaving it open. As he opened the hood he made some banging and clanging noises as he swore. After a couple of minutes he called out to her: "Katia honey, I left my clamps in the compartment. Would you please get them for me?"

She had to get out of the cabin to get to the compartment. He listened for the crush of gravel, signalling that she'd left the van's cabin.

 

[DreamsToWords]

Katia felt tinges of nervousness wash over her as she stepped out of the van. Her dark brown hair had flecks of red at the ends, tumbling to the center of her back as she stepped out of the van. Her long legs let her step easily to the ground. She was wearing black Vans, jean shorts, and a white tank top, easy to hike in without getting too hot.

The clamps were in the back, he'd said. She walked to the back of the van, reaching for the cool metal handle of the trunk. Opening it, she leaned in, peering into the dim light of the windowless back for the clamps the man had requested.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

She stepped out of the van. This was it! As she went to the door and leaned in, he snuck up fast behind her and shoved her inside the van. He quickly followed her and sat astride her back, enjoying the sight of her tanktop riding up as she started to struggle and squirm.

He leaned down and clamped his hand around her mouth, using his thumb and index finger to pinch off her nose. "Struggle or cry, and I will fucking HURT you" he hissed.

 

[DreamsToWords]

Every instinct begged her to scream for help, but her fear overcame her and she let out a slight whimper, wiggling her arms as she tried to breathe. She was terrified, trembling against his grip as she kicked her legs.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

He wrenched her left arm from under her and quickly placed under his left knee. He ignored her legs, limply thumping his back. He then took hold of her right arm and wrenched that behind her back. Transferring it to his left hand he brought up the handcuffs and cuffed her right hand. He then brought her left hand from under his knee and cuffed it together with her right hand. Then he gagged her.

Her kicks were starting to hurt now that her panic was rising and her adrenaline kicked in. He brought out the foot irons and seized her left foor, cuffing that, then proceeded to cuff her legs together. Finally he got a length of rope and tied the cuffs together, stretching her young taut body to the point where she was trussed up, unable to move.

In the struggle (he'd gotten a few bruises from her legs) her tanktop had slid up and her shorts had started to slide down, giving him an alluring glimpse of flesh. He resisted pawing at her. He would take her to his basement and have his sweet way with her. He leaned down and whispered in her ear: "Didn't your mother ever tell you, Katia? Never accept lifts from strange men. Consider this a practical lesson!" He nibbled her ear and then shut the door, leaving her gagged and trussed in complete darkness.