Barbara

Roy had a crush on Barbara every since he first met her at the bookstore in town where she worked, but she didn't even know he existed. He went there as often as he could, sometimes twice a week or more but she was always busy doing something or talking to someone else. He finally got up the courage to ask her for a date but she turned him down cold, right in front of one of the other customers. She said she had just escaped from a bad experience and wasn't interested in any type of relationship right now. He left the bookstore and almost crawled back to his little, one room, cabin in the hills. At first he was crushed and heartbroken at having been rebuffed by someone he thought was so attractive, but then he began to formulate a plan to get even with her.

She was a beautiful woman, about 33 years old with long brown hair and soft hazel eyes. The few extra pounds she carried only went to soften and enhance her beauty and sex appeal for him. Her routine was simple; the owner of the bookstore went in early every morning, opened up and left for the day about 5 or 6 P.M. Barbara was usually alone to close the store at 7 in the evenings.

The bookstore was closed on Sundays and Mondays and she lived alone so he knew if she disappeared, she wouldn't be missed until Tuesday. The following Saturday evening it was snowing as he put his evil plan into motion.

He waited in his truck across the street until he saw the store close and Barbara go to her car. He followed her for a few blocks until they came to a secluded, wooded area. Coming up behind he flashed the red light he had bought just for this purpose and, as he knew she would, she slowed and stopped almost immediately. He was careful to stay behind his headlights where he knew she couldn't see him and ordered her out of the car.

She got out, leaving her coat behind, and squinting into the glare said, "What's the trouble officer, did I do something wrong?"

Putting on his best gruff voice he growled, "We have had a report of a stolen car that matches the description of the one you are driving. Turn around and put your hands behind your back while I check."

She had the greatest respect for the police and since Barbara knew she was innocent, dutifully obeyed. Trusting him, she stood still, her back to him and her hands crossed behind her back.

With a quick fluid motion, he mover up behind her and looped the noose of a rope he had brought with him around her wrists. Before she had a chance to react, he covered her head with a dark cloth bag and pulled the drawstring tight around her neck. She tried to run but he simply grabbed the end of the rope binding her wrists and she fell into the snow. Throwing her over his shoulder, he boosted her into the front seat of his pickup truck and deftly fastened the seat belt, imprisoning her.

Roy moved her car off the road a little and locked it up as if it had been parked there on purpose. Within minutes the snow would obliterate any trace that either of them had been there. When he got back to his truck, Barbara was squirming and mumbling incoherently under the mask. He shook her roughly and said, "Be quiet and hold still and you won't get hurt."

Barbara was terrified and didn't know what to think, but she was smart enough to know that he could easily harm her in her present, helpless, position, so she did as he said and quit resisting.

They drove in silence for almost 15 minutes before they finally reached his isolated little shack. Although they passed other cars on the main highway, the bright headlights and snow flurries prevented anyone from seeing her and her predicament. They finally reached an area that was completely secluded in a grove of trees where the nearest neighbor was more than half a mile away. A big, fierce looking Rottweiler mix dog met them, barking at the truck.

Roy pulled Barbara from the vehicle and roughly pushed her into the cabin. All the while, the dog was sniffing at her legs and her behind. At the door, Roy gave the dog a kick and sent him scurrying outside. Once inside, he again admonished her to hold still and not to try anything funny and, "You won't get hurt!" He undid the rope from one of her wrists and threw it over a beam supporting the roof. Another piece of rope fastened to the other hand was also thrown over the beam. Both lines were fastened to a cleat that had been installed on the wall just for this purpose, leaving Barbara with her hands over her head, stranding almost on her tiptoes.

When he was sure she was completely helpless he moved around behind her and took off the hood. She was completely befuddled by the dim lights of the crude cabin and her surroundings in general. A huge brass bed dominated the room, while an equally big stone fireplace took up most of the wall opposite the doorway.

She had no idea where she was but most of all, she was cold and frightened by the grizzly character in front of her. He was a big man, perhaps 50, with a scruffy head of blond hair and at least a week's growth of beard. He was wearing dirty, rustic bib overalls, with no coat, a blue flannel shirt and farmers boots. His best feature, if he had one, was his steely blue eyes. His hands were large and dirty like the rest of his body, his clothes and the cabin itself.

Suddenly it came to her! She had seen him in the bookstore and someone had told her he had been a hermit since his wife died more than 10 years ago and his name was Roy. He had even asked her out one time. Now, he was a menacing sight, standing in front of her with a huge hunting knife that glistened in the flickering firelight. She closed her eyes and turned her head away so as not to see what he was going to do to her. She was terrified and sobbing softly.

His voice, very gruff, startled her. "I'm not going to hurt you my lovely, I just want to see your beautiful body."

With that, he slipped the knife into the neckline of her dress and, in one quick downward movement, cut both the dress and her bra completely in two down the front. The only thing left to protect her modesty was her pink panties. He cackled as he held the pieces of her dress and brassiere apart with his filthy hands and stared at her beautiful, full breasts. Slowly, he bent his head down and sucked one of the pink nipples into his mouth where he nursed like a child for a few seconds.

As frightened as Barbara was, the feeling of the soft lips and probing tongue caressing her nipple would not have been that objectionable if it weren't for the whiskers. They were like needles, stabbing the soft skin of her tit. He began to move his head back and forth, going from one soft mound to the other, licking, sucking, nipping and biting. At the point when she finally resolved that she would just have to take it, he slipped his hand into her panties and yanked them off. Now, except for the dress that was hanging in shreds from her shoulders and her shoes, she was completely nude.

He stepped back as if to admire this statuesque beauty in front of him. His eyes were glued to the small tuft of golden brown hair that hid one of her more obvious delights. As if he were thinking about it, he put his right index finger in his mouth. He then moved to her and inserted it between her legs. He ran it back and forth a couple of times without actually entering her. He then pulled it out, smelled it and put it back into his mouth.

"MMM, you taste good."

He moved around behind her where she couldn't couldn't see him. She let out an involuntary gasp when his finger brushed her anus. She couldn't help but wonder if he put his finger back in his mouth. From behind, he used the knife to cut the dress and bra straps from her shoulders. As uncomfortable and embarrassed as she was at standing here completely nude and under his control, she felt a twinge of relief when she saw the knife clatter to the floor in front of her.

Her respite was short-lived when she felt his putrid, hot breath on her neck and his hands snaked around her body and began fondling her breasts. He tried to nibble on her ear but she quickly turned her head away. Holding her tightly to him from behind with one hand, the other groped downward until it came in contact with her pubic hair. Although she was squirming violently, she was completely under his control. His grubby fingers were caressing the lips of her vagina, probing, and trying to find enough lubricant to enter her. She could feel his erect penis prodding her rump through the rough fabric of his overalls.

She was weeping openly now. "Please let me go! Leave me alone, your hands are so dirty and you stink. My arms hurt."

"Is that what's bothering you? I'll go out by the creek and take a bath. First I'll cut you down and tie you to the bed."

He did what he said and in just a couple of minutes she was tied, flat on her back, completely nude and spread eagle on the old brass bed. Each arm and leg was tied to a corner, leaving her legs spread wide and her vagina completely exposed to his view.

He stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at her. "Wow, you got a nice pussy!" Once again he rubbed her with his grubby fingers only this time there was no way to keep him from entering her. Although she was completely dry, he ran his index finger in and out of her repeatedly. "After I take a bath, I'm gonna' get me some of that." He finally abandoned poking her and knelt beside the bed, his face only inches away from hers.

She was sobbing and completely humiliated when she said, "Please let me go. I won't tell anyone about this. I'm cold and frightened."

He stood up and looked down at her. "You ain't going nowhere till I do what I want with you. I'm gonna go and wash up then we will see just how nice you can be. First I'll stoke up that fire to warm you up a little."

True to his word, in just a few minutes he had a roaring fire in the hearth but he threw the remnants of her clothes into it. He went out and soon returned with two five-gallon buckets full of water. He poured one of them into a large vat on a derrick like arm and suspended it over the fire. When he was sure the fire was warming the water, he removed his clothing.

Barbara couldn't help watching as this scene unfolded in front of her. As big and dirty as Roy it was, his skin underneath his clothes appeared to be soft and pink, in sharp contrast to his rough, gnarled hands. He had very little hair anywhere on his body. The lack of pubic hair made his penis look very big, much larger than the few she had seen. She was not a virgin, but most of her encounters had been grope sessions in a darkened car and she had only seen an erect penis a couple of times when she and her boyfriend made love.

Roy dipped a ladle full of warm water from the cauldron and poured it over his head, letting the water leak through the gaps in the boards at his feet. With a washcloth and soap he commenced to bathe himself, turning this way and that, washing his face and under his arms. Barbara couldn't believe how meticulous he was. Each square inch of skin was scrubbed and rescrubbed with the course washcloth. Every now and then he would pour another ladle full of water over his head. Her eyes widened when he commenced to wash his genitals. With his hands he soaped up his scrotum and penis. She watched, mesmerized, as he stroked his soapy hand back and forth. Within a very short time his cock had become fully erect and grown to an incredibly fat implement, seven or eight inches long.

Suddenly he stopped and looked directly at her. "Not too soon darlin' I'm gonna save that for you". He rinsed himself again and broke out a disposable safety razor and a toothbrush. Using a mirror on the mantle over the fireplace he brushed his teeth and carefully shaved his face. Barbara couldn't help but notice that his monster erection had faded away until his penis was just hanging there, a limp, five inch long piece of meat. Roy surprised her by digging into his kit and bringing out a small bottle of aftershave lotion, which he delicately dabbed on his face and neck. The final surprise was when he combed his now clean but still shaggy, blond hair.

She was thinking, all in all, he was not really that bad looking and if it wasn't for her present predicament, she might find him attractive until he turned around. The look on his face sent shivers down her spine and she was appalled when he grabbed his penis and shook it at her.

He walked towards her, still flipping his flaccid penis up-and-down. It was already beginning to grow. "OK you sweet young thing, Daddy's gonna feed you some meat".

Barbara couldn't take her eyes off of the giant implement as he walked towards the bed still holding it, wagging it at her. She finally looked away when he began to rub the bulbous head on her left breast. She was dismayed that despite her disgust, she knew her nipple was getting hard in response to the gentle massaging of his cock on her sensitive skin. She could only hope that her womanhood would not betray her and seep moisture. A moment later, she was almost thankful when he rubbed his gnarled fingers between her legs and they came up dry.

"Girley, I'm gonna fuck you if I have to rub goose grease all over your pussy". He started to walk away, changed his mind and came back. "Maybe I can get it wet if I stick my tongue in it".

Without another word he climbed up on the end of the bed between her legs and began to lick her vagina. Stroke after stroke his tongue lashed and prodded at her most intimate parts. She knew that no matter how distasteful this situation was, she would not be able to keep her body from responding. She knew from past experience that her clitoris would swell and become very prominent from the oral stimulation and her vagina would began to seep moisture. She could feel his soft tongue probing and knew that he had discovered her "little man" and that it was reacting to the stimuli. A shudder went through her body.

After a few more jabs with his tongue he looked up at her and smiled, "That did it. You ain't as prissy as you make out. You done got pussy juice running out of you. Now I'm gonna fuck you like you ain't never been fucked before."

He crawled up over her and she was horrified to see that his penis had grown to massive proportions. She tried to wiggle and squirm but it was no use, the ropes holding her were secure and the best she could do was to twist the lower part of her body a few inches. Now he was hovering over her, supporting his weight on his hands. His lower body was in contact with her and his penis was poking at her, between her legs.

"Now Missy, I'm gonna give you the best screwing you ever had." With that, he used one hand to guide his hard tool into her. Again she was dismayed that her body had yielded to him and provided the lubricant that allowed such easy access to her.

She cried out, not in pain but in rage that something like this could happen to her. She knew, deep in her heart, that she liked sex and could enjoy this if it were under different circumstances. Even now, the feeling of his huge penis stroking in and out of her was not unpleasant. His rough hands, cupping and fondling her breasts only went to heighten the overall sexual sensation.

Soon she surrendered to the inevitable and ceased to struggle, submitting to his lust. Despite the cold, he was sweating profusely as he pounded his hard penis into her time and again. His grunts of satisfaction hid her little whimpers of bliss as they both neared the culmination of this union. Faster and deeper he plunged until finally she succumbed to the oldest of the primeval pleasures. She tried not to buck into him, tried not to allow him the satisfaction that she had experienced a climax and actually enjoyed his reprehensible act. Moments later, he let out a bellow, raised his head and plunged deep into her, pausing as his orgasm caused semen to spew from his body into hers. A few seconds pause, then another deep stroke and another spurt of his seed. Four, five, six times this was repeated until, with a massive exhale of breath; he collapsed on top of her, totally spent.

He rolled off of her to end up flat on his back alongside of her. Within minutes he was snoring softly.

Although, his neck and head imprisoned her left arm, the binding on her right arm had become loose from all the activity and she was able to slip her slender wrist through the loop of the rope. Carefully she worked her left arm out from under his head and by leaning across him, was able to untie the binding on her wrist with her free hand. In this position, her breast was almost against his mouth and she stifled a shudder as she remembered the pleasure of him sucking on her.

Whatever else he was, he was a good woodsman and the knots in the rope around her ankles, while secure, were easy to untie. She was free but nude and had no idea where she was. She cracked open the cabin door only to be greeted by a blast of frigid air and the fangs of the snarling Rottweiler.

She slammed the door shut and turned her back to it, holding it closed against the dog's attack. She was alarmed to see that the noise of the dog had aroused Roy and he was sitting up in bed.

He growled, "You ain't going nowhere girlie, I ain't through with you yet," as he lunged at her across the few feet from the bed to the door.

She sidestepped him, leaving the door unblocked just as he got there. The dog pushed the door open just enough for the edge to catch Roy full in the face, knocking him backwards onto the floor. The dog rushed in and, in his fury, didn't identify his master and fastened his teeth onto the inside of the big man's leg, right along side of his testicles. One of the dog's fangs actually nicked his scrotum enough to be very painful and very bloody.

Roy let out a roar and cuffed the dog on the side of his head with his fist. The dog, recognizing his error, let out a yelp and darted out the door. Roy, blood gushing down his leg, regained his feet, slammed the door and looked around the small room.

Barbara was huddled in the corner by the fireplace, as far away from Roy as she could get. She had armed herself with a piece of firewood, a tree limb about three feet long and almost three inches in diameter.

Roy charged around the bed at her, hobbled by the pain in his leg and groin. Just as he reached her, she struck him with a sideways blow to the head, which diverted him, headlong into the stone fireplace. With a sickening, hollow sound the crown of his head came into contact with the stones and he went down, totally unconscious and face down on the hearth, his right hand in the fire.

Barbara cringed in the corner until the sickening smell of burning flesh brought her to her senses. Realizing he was unconscious or worse, she tried to drag him so that his hand would be out of the fire. He was far too heavy so she finally rolled him over so his arm was free of the inferno.

She stepped around him and could see he was still breathing but there was blood coming out of his mouth and ears. She took the spread from the bed and wrapped it around her, partially to shield her from the cold and partially for modesty's sake. She spotted Roy's overalls hanging on a peg alongside the fireplace and pulled them down, planning to look for the keys to his truck. Underneath the overalls was her purse!

She rummaged through it, found her cell phone and dialed 911.

One ring and a crisp, male voice said, "Lynchburg police, what is your emergency?"

"Thank God! This is Barbara Rollins and I have been kidnapped and raped."

"O K Maam, we found your car earlier. I'll try to help you. You're using a cell phone so I don't have a location on you. Do you know where you are?"

"No, I couldn't see where he brought me."

"Where is he now?"

"Right here in the cabin. I hit him with a piece of wood and he is unconscious."