The Runner

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

The first thing Rich noticed was the burning pain in his shoulders and back.  He slowly opened his eyes and was unable to see anything because the place he was at was in total and complete darkness.  For a second he thought he might be blindfolded, but could feel nothing over his eyes.  His mouth was still gagged but it felt as if it had been changed somewhat.  When he had lost consciousness, he had a pair of dirty short socks in his mouth with duct tape wrapped around to keep them secured and him quiet.  The duct tape was still there, but the socks had been replaced with a larger cloth item that completely filled his mouth and made anything other than a grunt impossible.

Rich was standing and bent over at the waist with his arms bound behind him and pulled upward toward the dark ceiling.  His wrists were bound together with what felt like rope, and his elbows were tied as close together as he could possibly get them.  His ankles were also bound together with rope as well as above and below his knees.  He also realized that his running rights and shirt had been removed and he was completely naked.

He shook his head to try and clear the cobwebs as he thought about what had happened to him.  It had been early on a Friday morning, and he had started on a long run.  Almost ten miles into it, he had popped his right hamstring and was forced to walk back home along an empty stretch of road.  He had planned on calling a friend after the sun came up, but a tractor trailer driver had pulled over and offered him a ride.

The driver, Kevin Bagwell, a big man, found out that he was recently divorced and living alone, and had sucker punched Rich.  While he was dazed, Kevin had cuffed Rich’s hands behind his back, gagged him with the socks and duct tape and duct taped his ankles and knees together.  Kevin told Rich in no uncertain terms that he was going to take him to his farm and use him as a sex toy.   Then Rich was shoved into a storage compartment in the cab, and they drove for what seemed like hours.

When the semi had finally stopped, Kevin had opened the storage compartment and removed the gag.  Rich was allowed to drink a bottle of water and then allowed to piss into an empty Gatorade bottle.  Kevin explained that they had arrived at his farm, and that Rich would be smart to not resist because that would only make his stay more uncomfortable.  Kevin added that he had removed the sim card from Rich’s iPhone, destroyed it and both the phone and card were tossed out along the highway.  This ensured no one would be able to track his whereabouts whenever he was discovered to be missing.

During Kevin’s talk, Rich began to feel very lightheaded.  Kevin informed him that there was a large dose of GHB in the water he had just drank.  This would make it easier for them both was the last thing Rich heard before he lost consciousness.  Now he was in a pitch dark room, naked, gagged, with his arms bound tightly behind him and pulled up high behind his back and secured to the ceiling.  The pain in his shoulders and back was agonizing, So Rich centered his bound feet directly beneath him to take some of the pressure off his arms.  The maneuver worked because he figured being knocked out, all his weight had been on his arms.

He tried to reach a knot in the ropes around his wrists but was unable to feel much because his hands were pretty much asleep and numb.  He involuntarily moaned into the gag as he tried to straighten up a little more when the lights popped on.  He clamped his eyes shut with the painful assault from the bright lights, and he heard what sounded like a door opening and closing.  Next he heard steps on a creaky wood floor which stopped close to him.

Rich slowly opened his eyes and allowed for them to adjust to the bright lights.  When he was able to see, he craned his neck and saw Kevin Bagwell standing in front of him.  He was a large man, at least 6’5” and 270 pounds, and dressed in denim overalls, no shirt and work boots.  His long beard and greasy, unkempt hair made him look even more imposing than he was.  He was much larger than Rich, but Rich knew if he could get lose he could stand a chance.  Rich was in very good shape from long distance running and light weight training – his very sore hamstring notwithstanding.  Kevin might have been large and undoubtedly strong, but his weight was from beer and burgers rather than the gym.

Rich glanced from his large captor and looked around the room.  It was a small room – maybe 12x12 – and all old and stained wood.  The floors were hardwood and in need of serious refurbishing, the walls were dark paneling and the ceiling was old and unpainted 2x4’s.  There were several hooks, eyebolts and pulleys secured into the wooden ceiling.  There was an old wood cabinet that was against the far wall near the only door.

“Are you thirsty?” Kevin asked.

Rich looked at his captor and nodded his head.  

Kevin removed the duct tape and then pulled out the large swath of white cloth from Rich’s mouth.  He dropped it to the floor and Rich tried to imagine how that much material had fit into his mouth.  Kevin reached into a back pocket of his overalls and pulled out a plastic bottle of water, opened it and held it to Rich’s lips.

Rich hesitated and Kevin said, “Nothing in this but water, boi.  I want you awake for what’s coming.”

Rich could only imagine what he meant by that and took the offered bottle into his mouth and drank greedily.  After the bottle was empty, Kevin tossed it aside and looked at his guest.  Rich worked his jaw for a second and then yelled as loud as he could for help.  He yelled for help over and over, but Kevin only watched and smiled.

After Rich got lightheaded from the yelling and stopped to try and catch his breath, Kevin said, “No one will hear you.  My farm is in rural Georgia.  There ain’t anyone around here for miles.”

Rich took this in and considered trying to yell again.

Kevin added.  “And I never have guests, visitors or solicitors.  The only people here other than me are the folks I bring here…like you, boi.”

Rich was still panting and said, “Why are you doing this?”

Kevin shrugged.  “I guess I’m hardwired this way.”

“What are you going to do with me?”

Kevin smiled.  “I’m going to fuck you.  A lot!  I’m going to fuck you and keep you tied up until I’m bored with you.  Then…”

“Then what?” Rich asked after several moments of silence.  “You’ll let me go?”

Kevin’s smile widened.  “Boi, you ain’t never leaving the farm.  When I’m done with you, I’ll bury you next to my last boi and go find a new one.  Just like I found you.”

Rich began pulling furiously at his bounds but only managed to cause more pain in his shoulders and back.  Kevin kicked off his untied work boots and unfastened the straps on his overalls.  He let them fall to the floor and his erection was right in Rich’s face.

“You’re going to suck my dick, boi,” Kevin said slowly.

“Fuck you!” Rich screamed.

Kevin continued to smile.  “I like that you didn’t beg or plead with me like a sissy bitch.  I can respect that, but you are going to suck my dick, boi.”

Rich continued to yell curses at and threaten Kevin.  He stepped back to the cabinet near the door, opened it and removed a large hunting knife.  He returned, stepped closer, grabbed Rich’s short hair with his left hand and put the knife at Rich’s throat.   

“I’m going to assume that you never sucked dick before, boi,” Kevin said.  “So I’ll cut you some slack on your technique, but if you try to bite my cock…I’ll cut your throat.”

Rich stopped yelling as soon as he had saw the knife.  He glanced at the floor and looked at the stains he assumed were oil and thought maybe it was stained by something else.  Kevin turned Rich’s head sideways so that the boner was right in front of his mouth.

“Open wide, bio!” Kevin said loudly, as he pressed his dick against Rich’s lips.

Rich felt the knife pressed a little harder against his throat and slowly opened his mouth.  Kevin filled Rich’s mouth with his manhood and began stoking.  Slowly at first but he quickly began to increase the ferocity of the thrusts.  

“Use your fucking tongue, boi!” Kevin demanded.

Rich began to use his tongue on Kevin’s shaft, and Kevin groaned in pleasure.  After several more minutes, Kevin withdrew abruptly.

“That ain’t the first time you sucked a dick, boi!”  Kevin said.  “Too good for a novice.”

Rich dry heaved and said, “Fuck you!”

Kevin walked back to the open cabinet, grabbed role of silver duct tape and returned.  He placed the knife on the floor and retrieved the large, wet wad of cloth that had been on Rich’s mouth.

“I like you, boi,” Kevin said, “but I’m sick of hearing your voice.  Open up.”

Rich kept his mouth closed.  Kevin dropped the cloth and slapped Rich hard across the side of the head.  “Open your fucking mouth, boi!”

Rich complied and Kevin picked up the cloth and shoved it back into his mouth.  Then he wrapped the duct tape around his mouth sealing the gag tight.  Kevin tossed away the cardboard circle that had held the tape.  “You used up all my tape, boi.  I didn’t expect to have company today.”

Kevin bent down and untied the rope securing Rich’s ankles.  Then he untied the rope above and below his knees. Rich spread his legs apart and tried to get as comfortable as possible.  For a second, he almost forgot about the terrible pain in his shoulders.  Kevin walked back to the cabinet and returned with a steel bar, about three feet long, with leather straps affixed at each end.

Kevin knelt down and secured one of the leather straps around Rich’s right ankle.  When it was securely fastened, he secured the other strap around the left ankle.  The spreader bar forced Rich’s legs apart, and every attempt to loosen his ankles was useless.

Kevin stood up and moved behind Rich.  He placed his still erect dick against Rich’s rosebud.  Rich yelled into the gag in protest, but Kevin ignored him.  Kevin forcibly entered Rich and immediately began thrusting violently.

Rich had never felt such pain.  He continued to scream protests into the gag but only grunts and moans could be heard.  After several minutes, Kevin began to grunt loudly and his thrusts quickened.  Finally, mercifully, Kevin released his seed into Rich’s ass and pulled out.  He whipped his dropping cock on Rich’s ass cheek and stepped back.

“Now that was a virgin ass, boi!”  Kevin said through ragged breaths.  “I love popping a boi’s cherry!”

Rich just breathed heavily through his nose and felt something warn running down the back of his legs.

Kevin knelt down and removed the spreader bar.  Then he reapplied the rope around Rich’s ankles and above and below his knees.  Next Kevin stood up and moved to the wall behind Rich.  He untied the rope on the back wall that ran to the pulley and down to Rich’s bound wrists.  This allowed Rich’s arms to lower down to his back and allowed him to stand erect.  

Rich stood up and was rewarded with pain in his lower back which caused him to flinch.  The flinch made him lose his balance and he fell over and landed on the floor awkwardly.  His head bounded off the stained hardwood and stars exploded in his vision.

Rich maintained consciousness barely, but closed his eyes and remained still.  Kevin knelt next to Rich and began checking the rope that secured his new toy.  Satisfied, he checked Rich’s head where he had struck the floor.  There was a growing welt but figured Rich would survive.  Then he grabbed Rich’s hands and noticed they were very cold.  He assumed it was due to lack of circulation.  He did not care if his toy lost circulation but not this early into the game.

He untied the rope around Rich’s elbows and figured that would help.  He rechecked the rope secured around Rich’s wrists and was positive there was no way to get loose.  He stood up and picked up the knife and spreader bar, and he placed them back in the cabinet.  Next he put his overalls on and slipped into his work boots.  Then he picked up the empty plastic water bottle and cardboard tube that the duct tape had been housed.

“You take a nap, boi,” Kevin said as he stopped near the door.  “Your master is going to go get some more tape and a few other supplies.  Then I’m gonna take one of those little blue pills and where gonna start this party all over again.”

With that he closed the door and Rich could hear several locks engaged.  Rich opened his eyes and the light made the pounding in his head worse.  Still, he kept his eyes open and looked at his surroundings.  There was nothing but the old cabinet.  Rich assumed Kevin kept all his item for torture in there.  

Rich heard a door slam shut somewhere in the structure.  A minute later he could hear an old motor vehicle engine rev loudly to life and the sound slowly faded as the vehicle apparent drove away.

He tried to find the knot on the rope binding his wrists behind his back but hand no luck.  He tried to angle his bound ankles toward his hands in an attempt to get them untied, but his injured hamstring sent a stabbing pain though his leg.  He began screaming into the gag and yanked violently in an attempt to get his wrists free.  Unfortunately, the rope did not give an inch.

Rich rolled onto his left side and tried to catch his breath.  He thought about his predicament and knew he had to get loose because Kevin all but told him that he was not going to leave this place alive.  And Rich was positive that no one would figure out where he was.  So rescue was not coming.

He looked at the only thing in the room but him, the wooden cabinet, and realized that Kevin had put the knife in there.  Rich knew if he could somehow get his hands on that knife, he could cut the rope that secured him.  And he was reasonably sure that Kevin had left for supplies.  Rich knew this might be his only opportunity.

He began to inch his way toward the cabinet.  The room was small so he did not have far to move thankfully.  He stopped at the front of the cabinet and tried to catch his breath while letting his throbbing right thigh rest.  After a few minutes, Rich rolled onto his back.  The top of his head was against the cabinet door.  He pulled his bound hands as far up his back as he could while bending his legs at the knee and planting his feet as firmly as he could on the hardwood floor.  Then he pushed with all his might and his head was pushed up on the cabinet door.

Rich repeated the process several times, pausing to catch his breath and to allow the cramping in his injured thigh to settle, until he was sitting with his back against the cabinet door.  He pushed back against the cabinet and believed it was made of heavy, sturdy wood, and it would not fall apart if he put his weight against it.  He brought his bound feet toward his butt and pushed upward in an attempt to stand.

Rich’s thigh screamed in revolt, but he ignored the burning pain and continued to push himself upward.  It took several attempts but he soon found himself standing with his back against the cabinet door.  He grabbed the handle and hopped forward – hoping the door was not locked – and the door opened behind him slightly.

Rich closed his eyes and thanked every deity he could think of.  He opened the door further by hopping a few more times while holding onto the door handle.  When he figured it was opened enough to see inside, he carefully turned around and hopped toward the cluttered shelves within the cabinet.

Kevin Bagwell was obviously not OCD because bondage and torture equipment was haphazardly thrown into the cabinet.  Rich looked through the mess and finally spotted the hunting knife.  Luckily, it was on the shelf that was on line with the middle of his back.  He carefully, turned around, bent over and felt around on shelf for the knife.  I was able to find it but had a terrible time trying to grab it.  His hands were numb and he could hardly feel the big knife in his hands.

He fumbled with the blade and dragged it toward the lip of the shelf.  The blade ran out of shelf and fell loudly to the floor.  Rich collapsed in a heap on the floor and wildly felt around for the knife.  It took him a few minutes but he was able to find it and get it angled in his hands with the blade against the rope around his wrists.  Slowly he began to try and cut.

It was a slow process because of his lack of leverage and his hands being numb, but he could tell he was making headway. Rich dropped the knife twice but was able to retrieve it both times and resume cutting the rope.  After what felt like hours, but was only 15 minutes give or take, his wrists we’re free from the rope.

Rich rolled onto his back and stretched out his arms in an attempt to get the blood flowing.  He then reached up and awkwardly peeled away the duct tape that was wrapped around his mouth and pulled the rag out.  No wasting any more time, he grabbed the knife again and started cutting the rope around his knees and ankles.  Quickly, he was free.  

He stood up gingerly and did his best not to collapse on the floor.  He had to lean against the cabinet for support until the room stopped spinning.  He looked into the cabinet and spied his running attire – shirt, tights, shoes, hat and gloves.  Once he was able to stand unassisted, he grabbed his clothing and got dressed.

Rich then went to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked tight.  He pulled several times on the door knob, but it would not turn and the door would not budge.  He grabbed the knife off the floor and attempted to pry the door open.  That is when he heard the sound of a vehicle engine getting closer.

“Shit!” he muttered to himself and continued to work at the door.  He stopped when the door still was not giving an inch and he heard the front door open and footsteps on the floor on the other side of the door.

Rich slowly and quietly backed away from the door and looked at the knife in his hands.  He knew he could not allow Kevin to secure him again, but he was not sure if he could use the knife on him.  He stuck the knife in the small of his back inside the tights waistband and looked in the cabinet for some kind of non-lethal weapon.

His hand closed around something hard and sturdy just as the locks on the door started to disengage.  He pulled the item out and quickly hid behind the back of the door.  He saw that he was holding the iron spreader bar that Kevin had attached to his ankles earlier in the day.  The door swung open with Rich behind it.  

“Time for some more fun,” Kevin saw saying as he walked into the room and stopped just past the door in surprise.

“What the fuck…”Kevin was saying just as Rich leapt from behind the door and swung the spreader bar wildly.

Kevin saw the motion out of the corner of his eye.  He turned to look and the spreader bar connected with the side of his head.  He went down hard to his knees but was able to stop himself from falling by dropping the items he was carrying and placing his hands on the floor.

Rich advanced on him and swung the bar again.  This time connecting squarely on the back of Kevin’s head.  

The big man pitched forward and his head bounced noisily off the floor.  Rich drew the bar back for a third strike but stopped when he saw that Kevin was unconscious.  He studied his captor for several long seconds but then decided that he was not playing possum.  

Rich went to the cabinet and grabbed a pair of handcuffs.  He straddled Kevin’s back and cuffed his hands behind his back.  Rich saw that Kevin had dropped several rolls of duct tape.  He grabbed the nearest roll and wrapped the tape around Kevin’s ankles.  When he was sure he had used enough to ensure Kevin’s immobility, he ripped of a piece and covered his eyes.  Then he stepped back and looked at his captive.

“I’ve gotta call the police…” Rich mumbled to himself.  He stepped out of the room and saw that he was in a cabin.  He searched for a phone but could not find one.  He searched Kevin’s overall pockets but did not locate his phone.  Rich began looking for the vehicle keys but had no luck.

That’s when Kevin began to stir.  Rich was sure that he could not get loose but still wanted to be gone when his tormentor was fully awake.  He stepped outside and saw it was starting to get dark.  The cabin was on a large field with trees on all sides.  There were no other structures within sight.  The only vehicle was Kevin’s big rig.  Rich figured even if he found the keys there was no way he would be able to operate the semi.

Kevin bellowed from inside the cabin and Rich began moving as quickly as his injured right leg would let him.  He moved past the semi and down the worn, unpaved trail that Rich assumed was access to a road.  His leg was in agony and his body was sore from the constant and stringent bondage, but he pushed that aside.  He knew he had to get as far away from here as possible and find help.

After he hit the tree line, it started to get darker.  Rich kept looking over his shoulder expecting to see the big man bearing down on him, but he was alone.  After what seemed like an hour of walking, he came to a T intersection.  The intersecting road was unpaved also but showed more traffic than Kevin’s private access road.  It was fully dark by then and he could not see any other structures or road signs.  Rich went to his right and hoped for the best.

After walking for another 30 minutes, Rich stopped and listened.  He could hear the sound of a vehicle engine getting closer.  He was racked with indecision.  Should he hide in case it was Kevin in the semi coming to get his property or stand in the middle of the road and flag down a passing motorist.  Rich decided to lay in overgrown grass on the side of the road just before the headlights came into view.  The vehicle was undistinguishable behind the headlights but one thing was for sure.  That vehicle was not a semi.  

Rich fought to get to his feet and started to wave his arms.  The vehicle passed him but quickly decelerated and stopped about 100 feet down the road from where he was standing.  He knew it was a newer model pickup truck.  Rich could hear a car door open and woman said, “Are you okay, mister?”

Rich almost started to cry.  He limped toward the rear of the pickup and the driver met him near the tailgate.  It was dark but the taillights illuminated her enough for Rich to see her.  She was older than him.  Probably late 40’s or early 50’s but in very good shape.  She wore a denim jacket over a flannel shirt with blue jeans that showed off her nice figure and a pair of cowboy boots.  She was only a few inches shorter than him and he noticed she was holding something in her right hand.

Rich took a step back and asked, “Is that a gun?”

The woman shrugged, “Yes, sir.  Not sure what’s going onhere.  A lady can’t be too careful.”

Rich put his hands up defensively.  “Ma’am, I don’t mean you any harm.  I was kidnapped and just escaped.  Do you have a phone I could use?”

“Kidnapped?” she asked suspiciously.  “Are you kidding me?”

Rich shook his head.  “No, ma’am.  I was abducted from the roadside in Florida.  I was running in the early morning.  A trucker named Kevin Bagwell overpowered me and took me here.  I barely escaped.  Can I please use your phone to call the police?”

“Kevin Bagwell?” she exclaimed.  “He kidnapped you from Florida?”

Rich nodded.  “Yes, ma’am.  May I use your phone?”

She shook her head.  “I left my phone at my ranch.  Kevin Bagwell is a registered sex offender.  The few of us that live out here make sure to steer clear of that man!”

Rich felt deflated about her lack of a phone but happy that she seemed to believe him.  

She put the gun in the back of her waistband.  “I can give you a ride to my ranch so you can use the phone, mister.”

Rich smiled for the first time since he started running the morning he ran into Kevin Bagwell.  “I would really appreciate that, ma’am.”

“Call me Leslie,” she said.  “Leslie Ross.”

“My name is Rich,” he said, “and I am so happy to make your acquaintance.  Oh, here.”

Rich slowly removed the knife from his tights and handed it to Leslie.

“I took this knife from Bagwell,” Rich said.  “I won’t need it with you having that gun.”

Leslie took the knife and told him to get in the truck.  A minute later they were driving toward her ranch.  He explained what had happened to him but left out the rape.  He said he had left Kevin secured in his cabin.

Leslie said that would make it easy for the deputies to snatch him up.  She explained she had a 40-acre ranch several miles from their current location.  She said she used to raise horses but had recently sold them all off and was now somewhat retired.  She continued to chat with Rich – periodically inquiring if he was okay, which he said he was now thanks to her – until she turned off the road and along a path similar to the road which led to Kevin’s cabin.

“It’s pretty rural out her,” Leslie said matter of factly.  “The county keeps telling us they will pave these roads but every year they seemingly can’t find the money.”

When they cleared the trees and passed an open white, wooden gate, Rich saw Leslie’s beautiful ranch home.  It was the mirror opposite of Bagwell’s dank and dreary cabin.  It was very large – at least 7500 square feet – single story, modern residence.

“Wow,” Rich muttered.

“It’s been in the family for generations,” she said.  “But it’s quite modernized.”

Rich had trouble getting out of the truck because his right thigh was throbbing in pain.  Leslie had to help him from the truck and then across driveway and into the house.  She helped him to a large, plush sofa and gently eased him down onto the cushions.  

Leslie stepped back and said, “I’ll go call the sheriff and tell him your story.”

“Thank you,” Rich said through strained lips.

As she walked away, Leslie said, “You always dress in those skin-tight running outfits, mister?”

Rich looked at her quizzically. “When it’s cold I do.  Why?”

Leslie stopped before she left the living room, turned and said with a mischievous smile, “I was just thinking as I was helping you get inside – with my hand on your hip and my arm around you – that you look might adorable.  I can see why that sick son of bitch Bagwell stopped and snatched you.”

Before Rich could reply, she turned and walked through the door.  A minute later, he could hear Leslie talking to whom he assumed was the police.  She was telling the person on the other end the story he had relayed to her while in her truck.  After hearing her talk for several minutes, she disconnected the call and the could hear cabinets opening and closing.

When she entered the room, she had a bottle of water in her right hand and her left hand was in a fist.  She sat next to Rich, handed him the bottle of water and held her left fist toward him.

“I figured you were thirsty,” she said.  “Plus, I got you some Tylenol.”  She then opened her fist and four white pills and one blue pill dropped into Rich’s open palm.

“What’s the blue one?” he asked while looking at the pills.

“It’s a minor muscle relaxer,” she said.  “It should help your leg.  I used it when a horse kicked me about a year ago and it really helped.”

“Thank you,” he said.  Then he tossed the pills in his mouth, opened the bottle and drank the entire bottle.

Leslie rubbed the top of his thigh.  “I’ll get you some more.”  Then she got up and started walking away.  Over her shoulder, she said, “Unless you want something stronger?”

Rich considered it because he truly felt like he needed a drink, but decided against it.  “I would love that but I haven’t eaten in forever.  And I want to be sober when the cops get here.” 

From the kitchen she said, “That’s probably a good idea.”

Leslie returned a few minutes later with another bottle of water and a turkey sandwich.  Rich inhaled the food and drank the water.  Leslie seemed to busy herself by walking from room to room and telling Rich that it may take a while for the deputies to arrive.  There were only a few on the road in this county and they had told her they would be going to the Bagwell cabin first.

Rich leaned his head back and realized how exhausted he was.  Leslie appeared and guided him down onto the couch.  She pulled a throw blanket from the back of the couch and covered Rich with it.

“Feel free to take a nap, Leslie said.  “You’ve been through a lot.  I’ll wake you as soon as the deputies get here.”

Rich mumbled his thanks and drifted off to sleep.  

When he woke, the first thought he had was that he must have just fallen asleep and the police had not arrived yet.  Then he realized how much his arms and legs hurt, so he stretched them to alleviate the discomfort, but his legs and arms did not cooperate.

Rich opened his eyes and saw he was still on Leslie’s living room couch, but the blanket that had been on him was no longer there.  He was lying on his side and could clearly see white rope bound around his ankles and just below his knees.  His arms were pulled behind his back and he immediately recognized that his wrists were bound tightly together.

He looked around for Kevin Bagwell, saw no one and pulled at his bindings but to no avail.

“Are you okay, Rich?” 

Rich jumped in surprise.  Leslie was standing over him.  Looking down from the back of the couch.

“Leslie, what’s going on?” Rich said excitedly.  “Untie me!”

She smiled and shook her head.  “I’m sorry, dear, but I can’t.”

“What the hell do you mean you can’t!” Rich yelled.  “Untie me God damn it!”

Leslie walked around to the other side of the couch, helped Rich into a seated position and sat next to him on the couch.  Rich started to yell at her again but she put her hand over his mouth and shhh’d him.  Rich was so surprised at the gesture he immediately quieted.

Leslie removed her hand and placed it on his right thigh.  She looked at him and said, “Kevin Bagwell is my little brother.”

“What!?!”

Leslie shhh’d him again, and he did in fact quiet again.

She sighed.  “He’s a bad boy.  Always has been.  I’ve tried to keep him out of trouble ever since our parents passed away, but he’s unable to stop himself.”

“Leslie,” Rich said, “please untie me.  I promise I won’t tell anyone about Kevin.  No one will ever know.”

Leslie rubbed Rich’s spandex covered thigh tenderly.  “I wish I could do that, Rich, but I really can’t.”

She moved closer to him to where her face was only a few inches from his and continued.  “Kevin is a sexual predator, like I said before.  He’s been to prison twice for it and the judge said if he gets arrested for it again he’s going away for life.  My parents made me promise to keep him out of trouble, and I can’t let him go back to prison.”

“I swear to God, Leslie,” Rich pleaded.  “If you let me go, I won’t tell a soul!”

She leaned her forehead against his.  “I wish I could, dear, but I can’t take the chance.  Needless to say, I never called the sheriff.  I was just pretending to talk on the phone.  I really had no idea what I was going to do to you, but you feel sound asleep and that made it incredibly easy for me to secure you.  You never moved a muscle.”

Leslie stood up, took off her denim jacket and let it fall to the floor.  Then she unbuttoned her plaid shirt and removed it.

“What are you doing?” Rich asked slowly.

Leslie smiled an odd kind of smile.  “Because of Kevin’s actions, our family has always been pretty much pariah in this area.  Everyone knows what Kevin has done, and our entire family has been ostracized because of it.”

She removed her boots and jeans and wore only a lacy white bra and matching panties.  He could not help but notice that she had an incredible body for an older woman. “I’m very lonely, Rich.  I just want some companionship.”

She removed the bra and panties and reached to the waistband of Rich’s running tights.  She pulled them down to the ropes tied just below his knees.  Rich was surprised that he was sporting a massive hard on.

Leslie smiled at him.  “The blue pill wasn’t a muscle relaxer.  It was a Viagra.”

With that she began to go down on him.

Rich was so stunned that he could only stare at the top of her as it bobbed up and down in his lap.  That is until he felt that tingling feeling in his loins.  In spite of all that was happening, Rich closed his eyes and leaned back against the couch.

Leslie stopped abruptly and quickly straddled Rich’s lap and slid her sex down onto his hard shaft.  Rich opened his eyes and saw her face coming down to meet his.  She kissed him greedily, invaded his mouth with her tongue and bit him repeatedly on his lips.  At the same time she was grinding on his manhood with strong thrusts.  She quickly began panting wildly and grunting with each thrust.

Rich began to thrust upward in time with her grinding thrusts.  His bound hands and legs stopped him from doing much more than that.

She pulled her head back, looked Rich in the eyes and said, “It’s been so long!  I’ve missed this so much!  Does it feel good?”

Rich could only nod.

Leslie arched her back and screamed in pleasure as she climaxed.  Her reaction caused Rich to cum along with her, and he yelled in pleasure as well.  She collapsed onto him as they both panted in exhaustion.  

After almost five minutes of silence, Rich whispered, “Leslie, please let me go.  I won’t tell anyone.  I promise.”

She sighed loudly and leaned back.  She caressed his face tenderly and then kissed him deeply and passionately.  She leaned back and looked at him for several long seconds.  Then she stood up and walked behind the couch.

Rich tried to see where she was going but lost sight of her.  He continued to ask her to release him and promised he would never tell anyone what Kevin had done to him.  She returned pushing a wheelchair.  She shhh’d him again and helped him stand up.  She pulled his running tights up and had him sit in the chair.

He started to ask her to untie him when she shoved one of her worn socks that had been on the floor into his mouth.  She continued to shove it until his mouth was packed full of the foul tasting cloth.  Then she ripped a piece of silver duct tape and covered his mouth.  She repeated the action until there was no possible way Rich would be able to remove the gag.

She began to get dressed and said, “I want to believe that you’ll keep quiet about Kevin, but I know you won’t.”

Rich shook his head madly and yelled into the gag.

“I can’t blame you,” she continued.  “You know he’ll probably kidnap someone else soon, and you won’t want that to happen.  I can respect that, but I can’t allow it.”

She was finished dressing and started pushing Rich deeper into the house.

“I won’t give you back to Kevin,” she said.  “I can’t.  I know what he does with his captives, but I can’t give you back to him knowing what will become of you.”

She stopped at a large book shelf packed with all colors of hardback books.  Leslie pulled a non-descript blue covered novel and the book case side quietly to the side, reveling an elevator.  The doors to the elevator slid open and she pushed Rich inside the car.  The doors closed and the car began to slowly descend.

“I figure that I can keep you here with me for the time being,” Leslie continued.  “Until I can figure out what to do with you.”

The car stopped and the door slid open.  She pushed him into a dark room.  A light automatically lit when it sensed their motion and illuminated a large dungeon.

“My mother was a professional dominatrix,” she said.  “My father built this for her years ago.  I never thought I’d ever get to use it.”

She wheeled Rich into an open cell and helped him out of the chair and onto a thin mattress on the floor.  She wheeled the chair out of the cell and slammed the door shut.  

She looked down on her bound captive.  “I’ll replace the rope with chains in the morning.  It’ll give you a little more movement, but not much.  In the meantime, I’m going to use you for my pleasure.  Who knows, maybe you’ll enjoy the sex as much as I will and start to appreciate what I’m doing for you.”

Rich pleaded with her but his words were unintelligible through the restrictive gag.

“Now if you will excuse me, Rich,” she said as she walked onto the elevator.  “I’ve got to go release my baby brother.  Sleep well, my dear.”

The door slid closed and the light went out.  Bathing the dungeon in complete and utter blackness.