We left home late this morning. My husband and I were taking a couple of weeks off and driving from our home in Northern Vermont to Florida. We had planned to leave early this morning and stop for the first night just south of Pennsylvania. But that wasn't how it worked out.
We had the car packed last night with everything but our toiletries and our pillows. We always travel with our own pillows. But when we got up this morning we took quick showers and dressed and went outside, planning on having breakfast down the road somewhere. My husband, Jim, took the toiletries bag out to the car and I was going around the house one last time to make sure nothing was left on that shouldn't be.
I went outside to find Jim unloading the trunk. We had a flat tire! I helped him as much as I could, which wasn't much. It seems like most of our suitcases weigh more than I do. He got the spare tire and the jack out and changed the tire.
Once the tire had been changed we discussed it and decided that the prudent thing to do would be to replace the tire so that we would have a spare. We didn't want to get stuck on the side of the road without. Since the trunk was already unloaded the time to do that was now. I waited on the porch, impatiently, as Jim rushed into town and waited for our small town's only service station to open and get the tire replaced.
By the time he had returned and we had loaded the trunk again we were almost three hours late. The problem with that is, we knew from past experience that it can be very difficult when traveling south on I-81 to find a motel room at night in Pennsylvania. On one previous trip we had ended up driving through the state, although we were exhausted. And the last time we had ended up taking a nap in a rest stop, not very restful.
Sure enough, because of our late start, we ended up, after looking for a room at several exits, giving up and stopping for a short nap at a rest stop. It was a typical rest stop. We parked in a well lit area near the restrooms. Not good for sleeping, but safer. There were other cars and trucks and RVs in the parking lot, it seemed safe.
We put our seats all the way back and put the seat backs down as far as they would go and tried to sleep. Jim finally dozed off but after about half an hour I got the urge to go to the ladies room. I quietly opened my door and slid out, careful not to wake Jim, and went up the sidewalk and used the facilities. I came back out and there was no sign of trouble until I opened the door and sat down. I didn't even realize at first that my seatback was now upright. I was too sleepy I guess.
The first sign I had that we were in trouble was when I looked to see if Jim was awake and I saw him sitting with his eyes wide open and a gun was held to his head. I started to scream, but before I could a hand came around from the back and clamped over my mouth firmly.
I tried to bite the hand and struggled to get free of it, but I heard a loud click as the man holding the gun to Jim's head cocked it. I froze and the man behind me asked me, "Are you ready to behave, or do you want this young fella's brains splattered all over the windshield?"
I froze; I stopped struggling and slumped down in my seat. The man behind me cautiously took his hand away and, when I was quiet, he sat back in his seat and left me alone.
The man behind Jim said, "Do you guys see how this works? One of you fucks up, the other one gets hurt, or worse. You do what you are told, when you are told and maybe you live to tell the police later. Or not, depends on my mood, so you better be nice to me."
I was so scared I thought I was going to throw up. I looked at Jim and saw that he had an ugly bruise on his forehead. It suddenly struck me, "Oh my god, I left the car door unlocked! Shit, I let these criminals in!" I started crying and Jim tried to hold me, but the man behind him stopped him.
"Let the bitch cry," he said. "I like the sound. It's pleasant, like a brook running through your back yard. You might as well get used to it; she'll probably be making that sound a lot."
He ordered Jim to start the car and pull up behind a large RV at the far end of the parking lot, parked all by itself in the dark, under some tree branches. Jim hesitated for just a second and suddenly a leather strap, a belt, came over the top of my seat and over my neck and I was being strangled.
"Alright," Jim yelled, as he started the car. "Alright, I'm doing it!"
The strap around my throat loosened, but didn't go away. Jim pulled up to the back of the RV and then, following directions, he got out and the man sitting behind him got out and followed Jim, with gun drawn, as he made Jim precede him into the RV. I tried to see him as he followed Jim around the vehicle, but it was dark. I could tell that he seemed large, sturdy, but I couldn't tell anything else about him.
As soon as he was out of sight I felt a hand come around the seat and begin to explore my left breast. I jumped, but the belt tightened and I offered no resistance. I wasn't wearing a bra. I normally do, of course, but on long trips I find that they make it impossible to get comfortable towards the end of the day, so I had left it off this morning.
The man behind me realized it right away and said, "Good girl! I appreciate your making it easier for me by not wearing a damned bra. I tell you what, how about if you lift that fucking shirt up over your tits so I can get a good feel."
I was terrified, and it made it so much worse that he seemed to be so calm and in control. My hands shook as I lifted my polo shirt up over my chest and held it under my chin.
Instantly the hot, sweaty hand began exploring my flesh, now unhindered by the material of my thin top. He cupped my breast and lifted it in his hand as though weighing it. Then he began pinching and pulling on my nipple, not hurting me, just toying with me. I could only sit quietly with my eyes pressed closed and allow him to do anything he wished.
The man that had taken Jim inside finally came back out and opened my door. He smiled down at me, obviously enjoying the sight of my breasts, and the evidence of my surrender. I glanced at his face and did not like what I saw. He appeared to be around forty years old. His face was weathered and he appeared to be in very good shape. He looked strong, and he looked evil. I could hope that he was putting on a show for me, but I didn't think that was the case. He looked like the sort of person the detectives are always looking for on TV, evil.
He reached out and grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the car. He wasn't holding the gun now, but he knew I wasn't going anywhere. He led me to the door of the RV and pushed me inside. When I was half way in I saw Jim tied to a chair and gagged. I guess he must have struggled because now it looked like his lip was cut.
I had hesitated when I saw my husband tied to the chair and the man behind me put his hand on my backside and pushed me inside. He followed me in and pushed me into a chair. My hands were handcuffed to the bottom of the chair and a rag was taped in my mouth. Then he went back outside and I heard noises in the back of the RV. I had seen the tow dolly attached to the back of the RV. They were hooking up our car. I didn't know if that was good or bad.
I looked at Jim. Jim was normally my tower of strength. It terrified me that he looked beaten. We seemed to be totally helpless, totally hopeless. It was horrible, I kept feeling dizzy and I was afraid I was going to faint.
Before long the two men who had taken us came in. The one that had been playing with my breast came in second, behind the larger man that seemed to be in control. He stopped to pinch my nipple and smile down at me and I saw him for the first time.
He was much like the first man; in fact they looked like they might be brothers. They were both tall, rough looking, sturdy, strong, and, as I said, evil. They both had a very scary look in their eyes whenever I had the nerve to look one of them in the eyes.
The second one, he appeared to be slightly younger, late thirties I guess, walked up front and got in the driver's seat. In a few minutes the RV was driving down the Interstate in the dark, with my husband and I held helpless in the back.
They ignored us for a while, both of them sitting up front and talking quietly. They drove for nearly an hour before they pulled off the Interstate and into a gas station. They filled up the fuel tank and the older one came back out with a couple of cups of coffee and soon they were driving down the secondary roads and I had no idea where we were going.
I was exhausted, but much too scared to doze off. I couldn't see anything in the dark outside. Every time I looked at our captors I got a feeling of terror in the pit of my stomach. So I just sat back with my head back, resting on the seat cushion, and stared at the ceiling.
I finally noticed a light coming from the microwave oven and saw that it was four in the morning. Not long after that the driver slowed and pulled off the road, driving slowly through the trees on a very rough trail. I had the impression that we were a very long way from anything.
He drove through the woods for about five minutes and finally came to a stop. I looked outside but it was pitch black and I couldn't see a thing.
The two men that had taken us stood up and stretched. The driver went into the back and I heard him using the bathroom. The other one, the older one, the more evil of the two if I was correct, stood looking down at me. At last he reached into his pocket and dug out the key and leaned down and unlocked my handcuffs.
My arms were free now, but I had no place to go. I sat, waiting for whatever was to happen next. I was long past hoping I would not be raped; now I was just praying that we would not be killed. I was not so stupid that I did not know that they would rape me.
The one in charge spoke quietly to me. "Do you remember what I told you back at the rest stop?" I was too terrified to think and he must have seen the blank look in my eyes. "I told you that anytime either of you does something I don't like, or doesn't do what they are told, the other one pays for it. Do you remember now?"
I nodded. I still had the gag in my mouth.
"Do you believe me?" he asked.
There was absolutely no question in my mind that they would take pleasure in hurting us, or killing us, as the spirit moved them.
I nodded again.
"Smart girl," he said. "I'm going to take that gag off now. You don't make a sound, not one peep. You don't speak unless spoken to. I don't want to hear a who, a what, a why, or a where come out of your mouth."
I nodded my understanding and he ripped the tape off of my mouth and pulled the cloth out and tossed it onto the counter nearby. I took a couple of deep breaths and licked my dry lips. I kept swallowing, trying to get some moisture in my mouth.
The man that had been driving came back out from the bathroom and the one who had been doing the talking said, "This is my little brother Luke. My name is JT. But you can call us both Sir, when we let you speak, which won't be often. Now I was serious about that, I consider unauthorized talking a serious offense and I promise you that both of you will regret it if I catch you. And that means talking between you too."
I nodded my understanding and he continued, "Good, you seem like a real smart girl. Maybe there is just a slight chance you two will come out of this okay. Now, I would like for you to stand up," and he paused while I struggled to my feet and tried to stand on legs that quivered in terror.
When I was standing at last he continued, "Good girl, now, take those clothes off for me."
It certainly came as no surprise, but still I wasn't sure how I was going to get through it. I took a deep breath, hesitating for only a second and suddenly he swung around and hit Jim with the back of his hand violently. I screamed and he grabbed my throat and held me so that only my toes touched the floor.
"What did I tell you about not obeying?" he asked conversationally. That was part of what made this so terrifying, made them so evil. They acted like kidnapping people and hurting them were just things that everyone did. This was all just a part of their normal everyday lives, just another day at work.
I struggled with my polo shirt, while I still dangled from his fingers. Finally he released me and I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it in the chair behind me.
"Damn," he said to his brother. "Not much in the tit department."
Luke grinned and said, "They felt just fine to me, JT."
I kicked off my sandals and slid my loose fitting shorts and my panties down together and stepped out of them. I stood back up and waited with my hands at my sides for whatever was going to happen next.
JT stared at me for a moment, and then he went up front and picked up my purse from the consol between the front seats. I hadn't even seen them bring it in. He dug around in it and pulled out my wallet and pulled out my driver's license. He held it up and looked at my license and looked at me and read, "Jean Davis, Star Route, Littleton, Vermont, born July 17th, 1984. That would make you twenty-two, right?"
I nodded and he read on.
"Five foot four inches, 114 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes. And if there had been a block on here for 'cute little thing' they would have had to check that too. Your tits are a little small, but you are a good looking little thing."
"How long have you been married?" he asked.
"Two years next week," I answered, not much louder than a whisper.
JT suddenly swung around and drove the back of his hand into Jim's face again. I screamed and he turned back around and grinned at me and, seeing the obvious confusion in my face said, "Sir! Two years next week, SIR! Damn girl, I hope you start learning faster than you have been, your poor old man is having a hard time here."
"We've been married two years next week sir." I said again. Oh god, poor Jim. I was trying so hard to do what they wanted!
JT smiled and said, "That's better. Now, come over here. Let's check you out and see what we have to work with."
I was only a few feet away from him. This was a very large and obviously very expensive RV, but still, there is only so much room to play with. I edged closer and he watched me, enjoying my terror, feeding on it like a vampire. When I was close enough he reached out and roughly squeezed and pulled on my breasts.
I winced in pain, but I didn't try to protect myself. He mauled my breasts for a few minutes and then he concentrated on my nipples. He pulled them out as far as they would go and then moved them around in all different directions. Squeezing and pulling and staring into my eyes to feed off of my pain.
I tried not to look at Jim, who was seated so that I was being manhandled right in front of him. JT looked down at him and saw that his eyes were closed and said to me, "What's your hubby's name little lady?"
"Jim sir," I answered instantly.