Semi-Hard (4 page)

Dillon walked over to her.
 
This was going to be easy.
 
“Do you have a jack?”

“I guess so.”
 
Tiana had no idea, and she was slightly concerned that she might not even have a spare tire.
 
She heard the click of the man’s boots as he stepped off the curb, and he walked up behind her while she opened the hatchback and pushed the cooler over to lift the carpet.

“It don’t matter, sweetheart.
 
We won’t be needing it.”

Tiana turned around with a confused expression.
 
Her eyes widened at the same time as she heard the rip of the tape off the roll, and it sealed her lips and wound over her ponytail three times before she even thought to lift her hands to stop him.

She reached up to push him away and run, but he spun her easily around and slammed her onto the floor of the car.
 
Her head banged the edge of the cooler and stunned her for a moment, and by then she felt her hands being taped behind her.

Oh god… it’s the highway guy.
 
Tiana thought of her flat tire and how stupid she had been to only think about Adam not being there to help her.
 
She screamed and bucked, and the man laughed at her.

“You might be pint sized, but you got some fight in you,” he chuckled.
 
Dillon caught a flailing leg, and he took the time to measure the sole of her shoe against his hand.
 
“Yep, tiny thing, aren’t ya’?”
 
Once more, his excitement with the abduction caused him to slip into the easy Texas drawl of his youth.

Tiana felt her ankles pulled together, and she began to wail.
 
She screamed as the air left her lungs when the man threw her up over his shoulder, and she looked frantically towards the ramps for headlights while he walked towards the driver’s door of her car.
 
She could not see what he was doing, but she hoped that he was taking her purse.
 
She had pepper spray and her cell phone inside it.
 
When he turned around, she saw the contents of her purse dumped onto the seat.
 
The spray and cell phone were mixed in with the clutter, and the only thing missing was her wallet.

Tiana screamed again, and she began to bang her head against his jacket.
 
His hand came down forcefully on her bottom, and Tiana shrieked in surprise.
 
“Stop that,” the man laughed.
 
“Behave yourself.”

Tiana heard him open the truck door, and she felt herself rising when he climbed up the step.
 
The passenger seat was already folded and forward, and he pulled himself the rest of the way into the back with the girl still shrieking.

Tiana was tossed onto something soft, and she tried to get to her knees.
 
A strong hand pushed her onto her stomach, and she heard the ripping sound of the tape again.
 
A gloved hand grabbed her bound ankles, and pulled them towards her wrists, and when Tiana tried to straighten them, a hand crashed down onto her bottom again.

“I told you to behave,” the man growled.
 
He wrenched her legs up.
 
Tiana felt herself pulled into a bowed arch while he wrapped tape between her wrists and ankles, locking them together.

At this point she was sobbing, and she felt a gloved hand stroke down her back and over her bottom.
 
“Settle down, now.
 
We got a ways to go before I can pull off again.”
 
The cowboy rolled her onto her back, and her weight pressed down onto her bound and folded limbs.

Tiana watched him move back up front, fix the seat, and then he reached out to pull the door shut.
 
The loud bang made her jump and scream again.
 
The man moved back to the driver’s seat, and she heard him grind the truck into gear.
 
The more speed they picked up, the more her heart raced, as if inside she knew that she was moving further away from freedom.

They drove for hours, and Tiana saw daybreak through the top of the windshield.
 
Her arms and legs were strained painfully and at first they became her main consideration as the truck rolled down the highway.
 
Eventually, they became somewhat numb, which allowed Tiana the uneasy ability to concentrate on her situation.

The mattress she lay on was deep, like her pillow top mattress cover she used at home, though much thicker.
 
It kept her trapped in a cocoon that removed the resistance she needed to turn or shuffle her bound body to search out a way to cut through the tape.
 
She was basically held immobile, submerged in flannel that held a hint of cologne, and unable to move from where the man had left her.

Tiana tried to calm herself enough to search her mind for news she had heard about the man.
 
Like most young people caught up in their world of too much input, she realized how little she had paid attention.
 
Tiana remembered hearing snatches of conversations on campus regarding conflicting stories about vehicles, and that none of the girls had been found… dead or alive.
 
The last thing she heard was something about an old pickup truck, and she remembered that she had briefly stereotyped the abductor as an older unkempt man… the sort that her mother seemed to constantly be inclined to bring home.
 
Never did Tiana consider that the man would be dangerously handsome and cruising the dark highways in a black monster of a truck.
 
Basically, Tiana could think of nothing accurate that had described the man or his semi, and she became more frightened and depressed as she realized that the chances of her being rescued were slim.

For some reason, she had the idea the man was not going to kill her, but that left only one other reason for her capture.
 
Tiana rationalized in her mind that she could live through forced sex, but what were his plans for her afterwards?
 
She remembered close to twenty abductions, and it seemed impossible that the truck driver had kept all of them, unless the girls he had kidnapped were imprisoned somewhere or the trucker had partners waiting at the end of this trip… Tiana’s mind froze.
 
Was the man capturing the girls for someone else?

Her legs began to ache again, and they pulled her thoughts away from the frightening assumptions she was drawing.
 
A brief flash of the fantasies she used to dream up when she was having sex with Adam sliced through her mind.
 
How could she have used this painful reality of being bound to help her work herself up to climax?
 
There was nothing sexually exciting about having her circulation cut off for hours while the terrifying man drove her to an unknown future that could only promise more fear.

The sun had moved over the glass, and she guessed it to be close to noon before the gears of the truck began to wind down.
 
They had traveled two states from where her car sat on its flat tire, and no one had discovered it yet.

When the truck stopped, the man left the engine dieseling and he climbed into the back.
 
Tiana watched him come towards her.
 
She trembled and began to cry again while pressing into the soft bed to try to move away.
 
With her numb limbs pinned between her and the sinking mattress, she could not even roll over.
 
The man turned to close the heavy curtains, and the small cabin was sealed in darkness.
 
Tiana continued to scream, but in the back of her mind she knew that between the gag and the truck motor, she could not be heard.

A small light came on, and Tiana turned her head in time to see the man pull a long knife out of his pocket.
 
Slasher… Highway Slasher.
 
Tiana moaned, certain that the man meant to kill her.
 
Instead, he turned her onto her stomach and she felt him pinch the material of her jeans together at the top of her thigh near her bottom.

The knife pierced through, and Dillon widened the hole and grabbed and tore the leg off of the pants.
 
He needed the knife to cut the seams, but soon the girl was wearing uneven cutoffs.
 
Tiana felt the blade on one hip as he cut through her pants on both sides.
 
He yanked on the back belt loop, and the friction burned slightly as her shredded pants slid down her belly and between her legs.

The sensible white bikini underwear she had opted to wear for camping, in place of her usual thong, came free even quicker, and she screamed when he pressed the flat side of the blade down between the cheeks of her bottom and against her pussy.
 
“Settle down,” he said threateningly.
 
Though Tiana was sure her muffled screams could not be heard over the diesel, his quiet, deep voice cut through the idling hoarse sound of the engine easily.
 
He cut off her blouse, and after slicing through her bra straps he unhooked the back clasp and pulled it free.
 
Her shoes and socks were last, and Tiana lay naked and trembling on her stomach, too afraid to cry.

Dillon held his breath when he turned her over.
 
He had gotten a good look at the pretty brunette at the rest stop when he had glanced back to watch her ponytail swish across her waist while she walked to the car.
 
He imagined her in the trailer, hanging by the tail while he whipped her.
 
God, his cock was aching as he envisioned the blue eyes filled with pain, and highlighted by the dark hair.

Gloved hands grabbed Tiana’s arm and thigh, and the man lifted her and maneuvered her onto her back, pinning the strained limbs underneath her.
 
With her knees spread wide due to the uncomfortable way she was bound, color flooded her face when the man looked down at her.
 
She whined and tried to press her thighs together, but he moved forward between her legs, keeping her spread to a painful degree.
 
The blue jean clad legs kept moving closer, pushing her thighs so far apart she shrieked at the pain as her legs felt as though they were ripping out of her hip sockets.
 
Add to that, her ankles were pulling down on her wrists, forcing the same agonizing pressure on her shoulders.

The flexible arm on the light was moved so that the beam shone directly onto her pussy, leaving the rest of the sleeper in darkness.
 
Oh god… oh please
.
 
Tiana had never been so humiliated or frightened in her entire life, and she screamed when she saw his hands, now minus the gloves, reach through the light.
 
She clenched her bottom in frustration, trying to hide herself from his prying eyes and hands as she shuddered miserable sobs.
 
Dillon listened to her shriek, and he watched her attempt to jerk away as his thumbs brushed her labia gently.
 
Her slickening was quick, and he smiled when she whimpered at her unintended response.

“Come on,” he coaxed softly as a finger stroked down her slit.
 
Tiana continued to clench and try to pull her hips back.
 
“Come on, sweetheart,” the man repeated, and Tiana felt a small amount of arousal building in her channel in reaction to the seductive stroking and deep voice.
 
“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” the man encouraged.

Tiana whined, and she began sobbing again when his finger gently plunged into her.
 
She recognized her nerves tingle with betraying response to his slow movements, and the sounds from the gag were pitiful as her humiliation grew.
 
She heard a strange buzzing sound, and she shrieked and began to quiver when the vibrator hit her clit.

“That’s my girl.”
 
He was almost whispering.
 
“Slutty little thing, aren’t you, sweetheart?
 
Look how nice and wet you are.”
 
Dillon could tell she would not last long, and he hardened painfully as he watched her pussy try to fight it, pulsing and drooling moisture.
 
He quickly opened his jeans, and his cock thumped onto her crotch before lining up with her wet hole, and he slid into her slowly.
 
His breath let out in a quiet hiss.

Tiana screamed when she felt him enter her, and she worked to pull away from the vibrator.
 
Already her insides were cramping, because it had been several weeks with the heat of the apartment since she had been satisfied.
 
“Ooomph… oomph,” she cried in frustration, shaking her head and jerking to get away.
 
The man continued to stroke her slit with deliberate gentle brushes of his thumb, while keeping her spread and watching the bullet roll on her clit.

Tiana knew she was going to climax, and she dropped her clenching bottom and sobbed in embarrassment.
 
The sensation built, tightening, wetting and shuddering, until she squeezed her channel in shame.
 
Only when her quivers stopped did she feel the man begin to move inside her.
 
She wailed in angry frustration and pain as the man thrust himself to a climax so intense that she was sure his fingers left bruises where they clamped onto her hips.

The light turned off and Tiana lay shocked, feeling the juices dribble from inside her and slide to the blanket.
 
Her mind tried to ratify its response to the man.
 
She trembled when he lay down beside her, and he placed a hand on her breast and stroked her until she heard him softly snore.
 
Tiana felt the strong man stretched out next to her, and when she thought about the debasing act, her nipple tightened under his resting hand.
 
The bottom line of the encounter was that Tiana knew she had been aroused, and that her body had responded with gratitude at having finally been sated by someone other than her selfish ex-lover.