Author's note --
This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. Any resemblance to real life people, events, or someone else's writings is coincidental. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent.
This story contains a description of a rape scenario. The author does not condone that type of behavior. If that is not something you are into, you should read something else. There is, what some might say, a good point to it at the end.
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Ray Jacobs, 21, was the kind of guy most women feared. A lot of other guys thought he was downright mean and sadistic at times. As if that wasn't enough, he had a pack of friends who thought and acted similarly. What made him stand out was the fact he was the most brazen of the pack. That fact made Ray somewhat a leader of this group of bad boys. At 5'7", it would be easy to se him as a middleweight 'cage' fighter. He had a chiseled face and deep set, dark eyes.
What some of the other guys were reluctant to start, they seemed more than willing to playing follow-the-leader with whatever Ray did. There was another guy, Jim, who was a close second at being a real jerk. Jim was about 5'8", with slightly less muscle mass and light brown hair. He had once challenged Ray for leadership of this small band of thugs, but was quickly put in his place by Ray.
When this 'pack' was cruising the streets, it usually meant something got destroyed or someone got unmercifully harassed. There were a number of buildings, monuments, and signs to attest to their mean, destructive nature. There were a number of unsolved physical abuse cases in the police files but none could actually be linked to the 'group'. One of the pack's most favorite pastimes was to harass women, usually in the early 20's range. They seemed to find this age group was the most vulnerable and the easiest to intimidate.
It was on one such occasion that these trouble makers were cruising down a rural road in their party van and came upon a young woman, who's car was broke down. She had a flat tire and didn't know how to change it. She was an average looking girl, about 5'6" and short brown hair, who's skills lie with anything but knowing how to maintain a car. Having stood by her car for almost an hour without seeing another car on the road, she thought she would end up stuck by the side of the road all night long.
Sara's spirits brightened when she spotted the van slow to a stop behind her car. In a well rehearsed way of taking their victim off guard, only Ray and another guy called Stan, got out of the van. Both Ray and his buddy were all smiles with helpful small talk about how they were from another state and how fortunate it was they just happened to be on the same road. They asked if she had been there long, why no one else had stopped, and if she had to be somewhere soon. Getting confirmation that Sara's car had not been seen and that she wasn't expected anywhere anytime soon, they knew they had a new victim for the evening. All this all-smiles small talk went on as they dug out the car jack and the spare, in preparation for changing the tire. To keep Sara focused on them changing the tire and not on the van, they had her positioned so her back was facing away from the van, sometimes having her bend down to take a look at her brakes or something else that might need fixed.
As Ray and his cohort kept Sara mentally and physically occupied, the other 3 guys in the van silently exited the van, creeping up behind their unsuspecting victim. By the time she happened to turn her head and see the other three behind her, it was too late. She only had time to take one step before the three pounced on her, grabbing both arms, and lifting her completely off the ground. As she continued to struggle and scream, her three strong captors brought her back to the side of the van, where they tied her hands and feet, stuffed a gag into her mouth, blindfolded her, and tossed her onto the floor of the van. A needle was jabbed into her arm and the contents of a substance that wipes short-term memory, was shot into her blood stream.
Once she was completely secured, the attention turned to getting her car's tire changed so it could be driven to an area where it could be easily concealed. The guys were adept at concealment. It only took them 10 minutes to hide the car in the woods and cover it up with brush so well you could walk within 10 feet of it and not even know it was there. With the car taken care of, the guys drove 20 miles to their remote cabin where no one would hear or see what was going on. At the cabin, the defenseless girl was roughly pulled from the van, thrown over the shoulder of Jake, one of the bigger members of the pack, and carried into the cabin without regard to her pain of being roughly jostled around. Jake was pretty much the muscle man of the group, at 5'10" and 250 pounds, he was more brawn than brains.
The inside of the cabin was about the size of a two car garage and was arranged more like a dungeon of horrors that a weekend getaway. There were just two rooms, there was a small bathroom and a kitchen area but other than that it was just one big open room. In each of two corners of the room was a camera mounted on a tripod. On one side of the room was a workbench like table with a pegboard back. Hanging from hooks on the pegboard were numerous whips, flogs, and lashes. There were a variety of dildos and vibrators were lying on the table. In the center of the room was a wooden rack that could be moved and pivot in various positions. The rack was equipped with various straps and restraints for arms, legs, and torso. From a dungeon master's point of view, it was a work of art.
Unknowing where she was at or what was just in front of her, Sara was stood just in front of the rack, facing it. Still blindfolded, she could not have known what she was about to be secured to. Not knowing where to turn or what to expect, she stayed motionless until she was pressed up against the rack. Her struggles were mostly brought under control when a large leather strap attached to the rack, was cinched around her waist, pulling her tight against it. Unable to move much, the ropes around her ankles from when she had been thrown in the van, were untied, her legs jerked apart and secured with the leather restraints attached on each side of the rack. Her hands were also untied and raised up to the leather wrist straps high above her head. Once her feet and hands were firmly secured, the leather strap around her waist was removed.
Sara couldn't figure out how she got here. The last thing she remembered was that she had been waiting for someone to come by and help her fix her car but no one had been by in hours. The drug that was shot into her was starting to wear off. The drug was designed to erase a person's short-term memory for only about an hour. After that, they would be back to normal. Ray had some up with this insurance policy to keep their victim from remembering the faces of who had abducted them and any kind of cognizance of where they were.
At this point she was still fully clothed but blindfolded and gagged. Without the use of her eyes, her ears were more attuned to every sound in the room. There were sounds like things being moved around and what sounded like kitchen utensils being arranged on a table. Suddenly, Sara heard a metallic snap close to her ears that made her jump. Unknown to Sara, it was the sound of a switchblade being locked into the open position.
The cold steel blade being dragged across her face and around to the back of her neck, caused her to cringe in muffled, terrified screams. The blade made its way down the back of her neck until it reached the collar of her white cotton blouse. A quick tug of the sharp blade, quickly cut through the collar.
