The punch to my stomach was so unexpected it brought tears to my eyes and took my breath away. I don't remember being tossed in the van, the next thing I know I'm lying on my stomach gasping weakly for air while he binds my hands roughly behind me. I managed a weak groan when he yanked my ankles up and hog-tied me, but I was still too shocked and disoriented to do much else.
Lying on my side, hog-tied and helpless while he groped my body was more than I could bear - those pretty silk panties and the matching bra were a surprise for my boyfriend tonight, not some cruel stranger!
I tried to resist when he shoved that ball between my lips, but he ground it so hard against my teeth I was afraid he'd knock them out, so I opened my mouth and used my tongue to keep the ball from going down my throat.
Tears trickled down my face as the tape was secured over my tender skin, and then, the final humiliation, he sat that caressing my hair and playing with my breasts.
I think I actually sobbed aloud as I felt my nipple shrivel up into a tight little bud under his not-so-gentle ministrations.
I sighed in relief as he stepped away and put the van in gear, now was my chance to escape! I started working my arms and legs frantically, hoping I could work loose somehow, but that hope was dashed when he took the first sharp curve. Along with other detritus in the back of the van I slid across the floor until I collided with the door, banging my nose sharply against metal frame. My hair, tied to a hook on the side of the van, stopped me from sliding forward into the seat, but I shrieked as it tore at my tender scalp and squirmed desperately to loosen the strain.
As soon as I reached some degree of comfort, he took another sharp curve in the opposite direction and I was yanked in the opposite direction, sliding into a wheel well and cracking my exposed shin on a large wrench of some sort that was floating around the back with me. My hair again pulled me up short and again I squirmed toward the hook to ease the pain in my scalp.
On and on this routine went, I saw several items I could use as weapons if I were to escape, but nothing I could use to cut the ropes, not even a piece of broken glass. By now my shoulders and thighs ached from the strain of the position I was in and my hands and feet were almost completely numb. My nose was bleeding from being bashed several times against the van door and my entire right side was a mass of scrapes and bruises from sliding around on that floor.
As the drive wore on, and it seemed to last an eternity, I found myself repeatedly sliding into the back of the van, and it occurred to my beleaguered mind that we were going uphill. Oh god! The mountains! He was taking me into the mountains!
My struggles, weak and useless as they were, renewed as I fought to escape. My captor turned sharply to the left and headed up a steep hill at the same time, I slid back behind the passenger side wheel well and found myself firmly wedged between the well and the back door. No matter how much I squirmed, I couldn't get loose and so it was there he found me, half an hour later, when he finally arrived at his destination.
I felt the jerk as he yanked the side door open, heard him curse, then I slid backward as he opened the back doors. Only my hair, tied to that stupid hook, stopped me from falling out of the van completely. My scalp was on fire as I hung out of the back of the van, with my thigh against the bumper I had no leverage and so had to hang there, tears of pain trickling down my cheeks as I hung there, waiting for him to untie my hair.
It seemed to take forever, but finally I was free and I hit the ground with a thud, the rough gravel embedding itself in my bare legs. I caught a glimpse of a heavily wooded area and a long, dirt road leading down the mountain, and I rolled over painfully onto my belly and saw a sturdy log cabin.
It appeared to be growing out of the mountain itself, three wooden walls with the fourth seeming to be the mountain itself. I would soon learn that there were many rooms carved out of the mountain walls, a whole mansion of horrors hidden from the world.