Postby DesertFox » Mon Sep 09, 2013 1:29 pm
Part 3
I looked at the clock again; it was 12:55 a.m. My last chance was gone, I thought wearily. No phone and no way to get out, and 1:00 a.m. was the last delivery of the night. I was tied up, gagged, and going nowhere.
I sat there in silence until I heard the rumble of a big truck approach. The delivery was about to come, and I was still stuck in the booth.
But then I noticed that they hadn't closed the door all the way. Maybe I did have a chance....
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I sat for several seconds, stunned at the prospect. I had just accepted that I was going to be bound and gagged in the security hut for the next 7 hours, but I had a chance of getting loose! That might also give me a chance of keeping my job, if I stopped the robbery...
I had to plan carefully and move quickly, because I'd have to alert the delivery truck driver at the gate, before he entered the factory building. Obviously I couldn't work my way outside and lay next to the gate for the next few minutes until he got there or they burglars would see me in seconds. I had to get outside and get his attention while the bigger guy pretended to check them in.
I scooted over to the door, the zip ties digging into my skin painfully the whole way. I breathed heavily through my nose and waited. Would it be enough to stick my head out the door and yell? Probably not, my gag was way too effective to trust my only shot to that. As if to remind me, I involuntarily bit down and tasted the sweat and dirt on the washcloth stuffed in my mouth. I knew from experience we rarely replaced that thing and I was still tasting the sweat on it from when I used an hour ago. It tasted disgusting and its sogginess from my mouth didn't improve it much.
Finally, I heard the huge truck approach the gate. I nudged the door open with my feet and peered out cautiously. There was no sign of the burglars, but the truck was at the gate now. I had to get past a 10 foot row of bushes to get to where they could see me from the tall cab of the truck.
Unfortunately, it had started raining sometime while I was inside and the dirt near the bushes was muddy and the grass slick. I couldn't find purchase with my tennis shoes on the wet grass and I heard the delivery driver conversing with the burglar so painfully close to me. I flopped down on my stomach, at least avoiding the mud, and started to wiggle my way to the end of the bushes.
Those were some of the 10 hardest feet I've ever traveled. My hands, ankles and knees bound, my neck muscles straining to keep my face out of the dirt, I crawled to the end of the hedges. I rounded the corner, head first, and was temporarily astonished to see the truck still idling at the gate. I almost couldn't believe I'd made it this far. I thrashed my head wildly, yelling into the gag and trying to draw the driver's attention.
I thought I saw him turning his head from the security guard to me when I felt a tug on my ankles.
"Oh no you don't," said the other burglar as he grabbed me by the ankles and dragged my out of sight, behind the hedges. I screamed wildly, trying to draw the driver's attention, but the rain and the idling truck engine muffled the weak sounds I could produce through my gag.
"We're going to have to close the door tightly this time," chided the man dragging me back to the shed. My face hit a patch of mud and a long streak went up my cheek from my jaw and into my hair.
'I can't be caught this close to freedom,' I thought to myself! But I was.
"Hmmmmpph mmmmph!"
"Shut up kid," the man said harshly.
I crossed the threshold of the door and was dragged back to the end of the room. The burglar kicked the door closed and rush over to me. He knelt on my chest and clamped his hand over my mouth while I screamed into the gag and tried to thrash around to throw him off, but it was hopeless.
"I said be quiet, shithead!"
I heard the truck drive off and gave up, falling still. I made weak noises into the gag but my captor didn't remove his hand from my mouth. His partner came in and wiped the rain off his forehead with the back of his hand and closed the door.
"Did we have a problem?"
"No shit we had a problem," the other guy said, rising from my back and moving to his duffle bag on the desk. "This guy got the door open and almost made it to the truck."
The bigger guy glared fiercely at me and I looked up at him with wide, scared eyes. I must have been a pitiful sight: cheeks bulging from the washcloth in my mouth, my teeth clamped around a black zip tie cruelly biting into the corners of my lips, rain plastered to my head and a streak of mud running up the right side of my face.
If he felt sorry for me, he sure as hell didn't show it. His partner produced several more zip ties from the bag and I shuddered. He heaved me up and took an extra-long zip tie, running it around my waist and zipping it tightly to force my hands into the small of my back, right above my ass. He took another and fastened it around my arms and chest, zipping it right beneath my pecs.
As if I were in any danger of getting out...
But he wasn't done yet. He forced me to my stomach and took another zip tie from the pile next to him. He forced my feet towards my hands and held them there, grabbing me by my wrists and pulling them back towards my feet until the two were almost touching, harshly arching my back. I moaned into the gag as he connected the zip ties around my ankles and wrists and forced me into a tight hogtie. I thought being bound hand and foot was painful...but this was unbelievable.
He took a pair of heavy-duty scissors from his bag and, starting with my wrists, tightened every zip tie on me until he was satisfied, then snipped the dangling edges off of each and every one. I wasn't sure why, but I'm not exactly an expert on being bound and gagged during a robbery. Thank god he didn't tighten my gag, or I might have choked.
He finally climbed off me and made sure to put the scissors in his pocket, smiling at me like he thought it was funny. Maybe he got his kicks off tying young guys up until they groaned in pain or something. His partner shook his head and looked at me one last time. The most I could manage was a weak grunt and a half-hearted glare before I laid my head on the floor.
"Alright, we'll be back to check on you kiddo," said the driver as the two left and closed the door with a thud.
This was even worse, but the fight wasn't out of me yet. I flexed my shoulders and chest in attempts to dislodge the zip tie there, but nothing came loose. I kicked at the hogtie and strained my shoulders forward to try and break it, but these were heavy duty cable ties and I had no chance. I struggled to lay on either side, as if that might help, and tried again in every position possible.
I'm a flexible guy and I was getting sore from the hogtie in minutes. I could barely see the clock by lifting my head and saw that it was only 1:15 a.m...it had seemed like forever, but I'd only been bound and gagged for a little over an hour.
As the delivery guy unloaded his boxes without a care inside the factory only a few hundred feet away, I struggled, hogtied and gagged, in the security shed for half an hour. Several times I came to the chilling conclusion that I was stuck for good, but fought it off and kept trying to get loose. I realized that once the delivery guy left the compound I was on my own.
My last chance came suddenly to me. I couldn't hardly move around the shed, much less reach the door, and there was nothing to cut my bonds with, but I saw the edge of the desk, very nearly flush to the floor itself, out of the corner of my eye and inspiration struck me. It was too low to try and saw any of my bonds with, but I might be able to rub my gag off on it.
I had to take the chance. With a lot of difficulty, I made it over to my desk, grunting into my gag and straining my shoulders with every movement. I lifted my head, the muscles in my neck bulging from taking the strain of the hogtie, and began to rub the zip tie holding the washcloth in my mouth against the corner of the desk. I had to stop every few minutes to rest my neck.
After what seemed like hours but in reality was only a few minutes, the zip tie around my mouth snapped with a sudden sound. I was careful to not let it fall from my mouth or spit the washcloth out; the burglars said they'd be back to check on me and my plan would be ruined if they saw that I had worked the gag out of my mouth.
As if someone heard me think that, the door opened and the bigger guy came in to check on me. I almost panicked but clamped my teeth down over the zip tie and prayed he wouldn't notice. I laid my head to the side and barely moved, only wriggling my hands a bit to play the part. I heard him grunt and the door closed with a thud.
I kept the zip tie firmly between my teeth, adjusting my bite every few seconds to make sure it didn't move. Every time I chewed down, I tasted more of the disgusting dirt and sweat on the rag in my mouth, but it was worth it if I had a shot to escape. Finally I heard the truck approach the gate and the driver talk to the burglar stationed there. I wrestled the zip tie from my mouth and spat out the rag with some difficulty. My mouth was dry, but I had to make this count.
"HELP!" I bellowed at the top of my lungs. "HELP ME!"
I heard the door hurriedly open and the smaller guy rushed in as I continued to yell. He ran over to me and threw his bag next to me with a thud.
"THEY'VE GOT ME TIED UP IN HMMMPPPH!" The burglar swore at me and clamped his hand over my mouth as tight as he could and sat on my back again. I struggled and yelled as loud as I could but couldn't shake him off.
"Wait, did you hear that," I heard the delivery driver ask the fake guard. I yelled more into the burglar's hand.
"HMMMPH!"
"Oh, that?" replied the burglar, without missing a beat. "They let me have a TV in the hut, thank god," he laughed. "I must've left it on loud. I'd probably die of boredom if I didn't have that."
"HHMMMMMPH!"
Amazingly, I heard the driver laugh.
"Haha, yeah it must be rough in there. Alright, well take it easy."
The truck drove off as I continued to yell into my captor's hand. The bigger guy burst through the door and whispered harshly:
"Where's his gag?!"
"I don't know," the other guy replied, still on my back. My heart sank. I wasn't going anywhere. "It looks like he cut it off," replied the smaller guy, noticing the broken zip tie on the floor.
The bigger guy growled and picked up the rag, throwing it at his partner.
"Shut him up again. For good." He pivoted and left. I moaned into the hand over my mouth as my captor reached into his bag for something I couldn't see. He climbed off my back, keeping his hand over my mouth and turning my chin to face him. He didn't have as much leverage but I didn't have the will to throw his hand off my mouth.
He spat on the rag and wiped the mud off my face almost gently. I looked at him with fear in my wide brown eyes.
"Poor guy, bound and gagged all night while we rob the place," he said sarcastically. He finished wiping the mud off my face and the washcloth came away looking even dirtier than before. He spat on it again for good measure then balled it up. I realized he meant to gag me with it again and I shook my head at him and moaned into his hand.
"Any last words?" He took his hand off my mouth.
"Please don't gag me again," I pleaded. This was it, the fight was out of me. "Nobody can hear me in he--mmmpph!"
He took the opportunity of me talking to stuff the muddy rag, still wet with his spit, into my mouth. He rotated back to sit on my back and took his time stuffing the filthy washcloth into each of my cheeks until they bulged out, forcing it behind my teeth until only a small bit stuck out of the front of my mouth, my mouth so stretched that my front teeth were showing. I shuddered when I tasted it. He clamped his hand over my mouth again and I got goosebumps when I heard the sound of ripping duct tape. I pleaded with him under his hand.
"Open your mouth wide or this goes over your eyes." Shaking slightly, I complied. He wrapped the duct tape around my head and in between my teeth 3 times, patting it smooth on each pass. He ripped the end and plastered it down near the back of my head.
"Now bite down." Shaking much more noticeably, I bit down on the tape, tasting the even dirtier rag as flecks of mud mixed with my captor's spit and my drool dripped out of the corner of my mouth. He wrapped the tape five or six times around my head, sealing my lips closed and my jaw shut. The tape was so tight it made my cheeks bulge out even more. I grunted into my new, even more effective gag as he tightened the zip tie hogtying me. He moved off my back, put the roll of duct tape in his bag and knelt by my face, forcing my chin towards him. I felt my eyes water.
"This could have been a lot easier. I don't know how, but if you manage to get that gag off," he leaned in closer to my face. "I think I can find one thing meaner to put in your mouth."
He turned and walked away, slamming the door loud. I felt a tear fall down my cheek as I lay there, still shaking.
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Long one! Maybe I won't be kidnapped after all...but I'm having fun writing it! Let me know what you think!
-DesertFox