The rain had been coming down in buckets. Her skimpy white shirt was glued so tight to her voluptuous body, Leah now wished she had taken the extra time to throw on a bra. The four-mile hike on the side of the road left her in a bad mood, cursing under her breath as she entered the first garage in town. Sighing she hoped that Ben of "Ben’s Garage" wasn’t too busy to help her get back on the road for a minimal price.

   Peering into the garage, Leah looked to see if anyone was working. She stifled a scream as the face of a large muscular man appeared before her.

   "You need something or are you just lost?" he spat with sarcasm.

   "My car is stopped on the side of the road and I was hoping you could tow it in and have a look," she replied. The man stepped back to look her body over.

   "Excuse me," Leah snapped. "I’d prefer you inspect my car, not me!" The mechanic laughed, pleased with the defensive reaction. Walking behind the register he pulled a closed sign out and attached it to the door.

   "I will get your car, if I can have the keys," he said. Leah rummaged in her soaked back pocket and handed them over.

   "It’s a blue Honda with crystal moons hanging from the mirror," she described. Quickly he walked out the door and climbed into his truck.

   Tapping her fingers along the counter, she sighed. On the far wall was a picture of the mechanic smiling, dressed to kill in tight blue jeans and a white shirt. He was truly a good-looking man. Under other circumstances she would have attempted to throw herself at him, eager to get it on with a strong man who knew tools and had skilled hands.

   Leah walked into the bathroom and looked herself over. Aside from her nipples protruding out and frizzy hair she still looked attractive. Her cheeks glowed pink from the walk and the drenched jeans showed off her voluptuous assets. It was more than obvious why the mechanic had been looking. She hoped she had the wrong first impression of him. The garage door opened and in he came, towing her car. He looked over and again scanned her over deliberately. This time Leah didn’t seem bothered, in fact she hoped he appreciated her figure.

   "Looks like there will be some extensive work to be done on the engine, might be a few hours. Anyone you can call to pick you up?" he asked.

   "No, everyone I know will still be at work. If you don’t mind I’ll wait here," she said. He shrugged.

   "Suit yourself. If you want I can show you a few things, so you will know what to do if this happens again," he offered. Casually she walked up to him holding out her hand.
"My name is Leah, thank you for rescuing my car," she said. Ben took her hand, leaving grease on her palms. He popped the hood and attached the rod. She looked at the object that he labeled as the engine and feigned interest.

   It was then he slipped behind her, his cock fitting perfectly between the curves of her ass. Chills raced through her body, of both insecurity and excitement. She couldn’t deny she wanted him to touch her body, but it wasn’t her normal behavior with a stranger.

   Leah rose up and his hands slid over her breasts, squeezing each one in his large calloused hands.

   "I found a big thick wire here that I know where it would best be inserted," he claimed, talking low and gruff in her ear.

   "I think we should take care of that wire," she answered. Turning towards him their lips met. Hungrily they devoured one another while his hands roamed underneath her shirt. In one quick movement he pulled it off, exposing her nakedness to the still cool air of the garage.

   Picking her up he carried Leah to a workbench. He smiled as he laid her down and expertly unbuttoned the soaked jeans, pulling them and her panties off in one swoop. Before she could do anything, he wrapped tape around her wrists, hands bound tight together.

   "So you like being my little damsel in distress?" he asked. Figuring he was just playing a role as the knight who saved her car, she played along.

   "Oh yes, tie me up baby, I like that," she answered playfully.

   "As you wish," he said. From a drawer he pulled out a rope. Ben wrapped it over the tape and placed her slender arms above her head, stretching them so the rope was attached to a big iron hook on the wall.

   "Go easy on me big boy," she responded lightly, not wanting him to take offense. He leaned forward and kissed her gently. Leah’s body relaxed and welcomed a more gentle touch. His danger intrigued her to a point, but he was still a stranger.

   Quickly he removed his cock and inserted the handle part of a cold metal screwdriver. Her eyes flashed to his face, noticing his look had changed.

   "Does that feel good? My lance inside you my lady, I bet it feels real good," he said.

   Before she could answer he plastered a piece of tape across her mouth.
"How about you just nod your head in agreement sweetheart and this will go smoothly for you," he ordered. She tried to plead with him through her eyes but he was too busy to notice. She didn’t like this anymore. He thrust the screwdriver further until she felt pain.

   "Oops, I went a little far. Well, let’s see what else I can get you off with," Ben said. As he pulled out the screwdriver she quickly pressed her legs together, knowing full well how strong he was.

   "Do we have to resort to tying your legs apart?" he asked. Leah shook her head. There wasn’t anyone around, it was getting dark, and no one even knew she was here.

   Tears rolled down her cheek. Thrusting her legs open again he filled her up with a flashlight, sliding it in and out.

  "I figured it is about the same width as my cock, does it please you?" he asked. She shook her head, her eyes pleading. Standing over her body he started jerking off.

  "You have beautiful blue eyes. They say so much. I will know when you like something, just by looking into them," he explained. Ben stopped stroking himself and slowly pulled out the flashlight. Leah shivered as she watched him clean it off with his tongue.

  "You taste very sweet, almost reminds me of cotton candy," Ben said. He turned away for a moment and she looked around, hoping to find something, anything that would keep him away. She pulled at her hands but couldn’t free them.

   "No use, don’t try and hurt yourself," he said over his back, knowing what she was up to. Her whole body shivered from both cold and fear.

   As Ben turned back around, her eyes followed to the tool in his hand. She tried with all her might to scream. His smile felt like daggers tearing into her body.

   "I wanted to thank you Leah for sharing yourself with me today, you are a lovely vision. I admit I get carried away easy and I fear that I have already done that to such an extreme, I couldn’t possibly let you just slip away," he said. "My way to get off stems from a very dark place and I can already see it just isn’t for you. So I will make this brief but I feel the need to be selfish. I hope you can find it inside yourself to enjoy this somehow, it makes it better that way," he commented as he turned the machine on.

   Leah screamed. She knew her cries were muffled with the tape, but she was nearing hysteria and felt sick. She watched the drill make its way between her thighs. Holding her breath, she waited for the inevitable pain. Looking at him she watched as he jerked off with one hand and inserted the drill into her pussy with the other. A slight stab of pain shot forth and she wanted to die. Inside Leah willed him to finish the job quickly and not allow her to suffer. It was her suffering that got him off. Damn he was a sick son of a bitch!

  Ben moaned loudly and came all over her body. Removing the drill he set it down and cleaned her up.

   "I’m not going to kill you sweetheart, though I think you want me to," he sneered. He taped up her legs tight and threw a blanket over her body. Everything went dark. Leah was certain they were in a car driving somewhere. She fought to keep her mind focused and listened for any familiar sounds. Hours later when she heard nothing, Leah gave into the sleep.

   Shaking her awake, Leah’s restless sleep was rudely interrupted. Lifting her up and out of the trunk, she struggled against him. The blanket slipped down from her face and she read the sign on the side of the building. He had taken her to a hospital for mental patients. Ben looked at her and grinned.

   "I am going to introduce you to my dad, he works here," he bragged. Inside they passed several people standing around listlessly, drooling, and staring off into space. He knocked on the window of the receptionist desk. A large man with a full beard came out with a nametag that read "Dan".

   "Hey Benny boy, have you brought me a new patient?" he asked eagerly. His eyes scanned Leah’s naked body as Ben removed the blanket.

   "I see this one has been streaking around in the nude. I’ll bet she is a fiery little thing," he joked, jabbing her in the ribs.

   "Dad, her pussy is the wettest thing I have slid my cock into it, ever," Ben said. "She sure got me riled up and practically threw herself at me." While his father held out a strait jacket, Ben swiftly cut the rope and the tape from around her wrists. She tried to struggle but her legs were still bound and Ben’s father was twice as strong. Within minutes the jacket was tightly tied around her body. Gently he pulled the tape off her mouth.

   "You sick bastard, I will see to it you are locked up for good," she screamed with everything in her. Ben placed his fingers on Leah’s lips.

   "That will be enough. Screaming around here only gets you time in solitary confinement. You better get used to this place sweetheart, this is where you are going to stay for a long time. Don’t worry though, my father will take good care of you," he explained. She watched as the two whispered for a bit, then Ben leaned over and kissed her one last time.

   "Goodbye, it was nice getting so close to you," he said. "I will never forget your slick pussy."

   "You can’t leave me here," Leah cried, tears streaming down her face.