Rowena Abducted

Rowena, at 18 years and one week, was a bright student at Clare Court but where she really excelled was on the running track and her favourite place was the school cross country track. She especially loved this stretch through Baker’s Wood because she knew that, once she reached the stile, it would be a fast run downhill across a green field and then back to school and always the hope of beating her personal best.

She was in an easy stride way ahead of the field who were out of sight somewhere behind her. Birds made various squawking noises as she disturbed them and they fluttered up into the top branches. She was splattered with mud almost up to her knees but a warm shower back at school would soon put that right and she was in good spirits as she powered along in brief black shorts and dark blue school T Shirt. Her light brown hair was tied in a pony tail which bobbed up and down as she ran.

Unfortunately, Ro was not the only person to know this track well. They must have watched the races for a period of weeks; it was open country and they could easily have sat in a car up a track off one of the narrow lanes on the route or posed as bird watchers and observed the runners in a valley from up on top of one of the hills. They would never have needed to actually come into the woods; if they saw the runners go in and then come out further down the course it would be easy enough to guess which track they took through the wood.

Her mind was on the upcoming stile and getting over it cleanly without wasting too much time when the man stood up. He must have been sitting on the ground peering between the branches of the bush which hid him. There was no mistaking him for anything innocent; he wore olive green military trousers with a long camouflage smock over the top and a black balaclava covered his entire head apart from the two eye holes. She speeded up, hoping to run around him but he made a grab for her and the man whom she had not seen put his arm around her throat. This second man must have remained in hiding and allowed her to pass him. She screamed as she felt a distinct prick into her thigh just below her shorts and then she was struggling against the man’s arm as he tightened his grip and almost choked her. But she felt the darkness rising to claim her as the drug began to work and she lost consciousness.

She awoke feeling distinctly woozy and slowly came to the realization that she was on her side on a hard floor. The cold air on her skin made her realize that she was naked which was a major shock and it was another shock when she found that she could not move. A little squirming around and looking about told her that she was bound hand and foot with her wrists behind her back. She could hear birdsong from outside and she deduced that she may be in some sort of agricultural building. The floor consisted of very old, dark boards and the roof was high and supported by great timbers like a barn or a church. The walls were of a pale color but massive lumps of plaster had fallen off and cracks ran down the wall in various places.

Her looking around revealed the presence of a man sitting on a wooden dining type chair. He was dressed just like the man in the woods although, probably, the unseen man had been similarly attired. His eyes through the slits in his balaclava were clearly looking at her which, in view of her state of undress. was a very unpleasant sensation.

“No, we didn’t rape you but we had to check for any tracking devices. Still, you never know.”

It had a faint inflection of cockney.

A female body is built in such a way that she is displaying sexual features at pretty much every angle so Rowena had no position in which she could lay without showing him something which she didn’t want him to see. She told him that she felt sick and asked for a drink of water.

“Nope”

Then she explained that her ropes were too tight and she asked for them to be slackened off just a little.

“Nope”

“Could you please stop staring at me like that?”

“Told to watch you so, watching you.”

Ah. So, she now had a piece of information.

“So, the other man is in charge then?”

“Nice try. Do you want to be gagged?”

The threat achieved its desired result in stopping the conversation. There was no clock in the room so Ro did not know how long they remained in their uncomfortable silence before she heard the clanking of the old-fashioned lock and the one door, a big oak affair, opened to admit the second man. He locked the door behind him.

His camouflage jacket was unfastened to reveal a khaki military shirt above the khaki trousers. She could not be sure whether this was the man who had been in front of her in the woods as both men looked alike in their black balaclavas. Some blue garment was draped over his arm. The newcomer knelt on the floor and began to untie her. Shedding the ropes was a huge relief and she began to massage the circulation back into her limbs while hiding as much of her body as she could.

The blue garment proved to be a nylon boilersuit such as may be worn over the clothes of a painter. He told her to put it on. It was obviously brand new and much too big for her; she had to roll up the sleeves and trousers. It was very baggy on her which was good in that it hid her figure completely but it felt awkward and some underwear or shoes would have been nice. When she was dressed the man spoke to her.

“We’re leaving. You need to behave or we will hurt you.”

He twirled her around with her back to him and she felt the cold, hard handcuffs as they snapped in place and then a narrow band of fabric came around her lower face pulling between her teeth and dragging her face out of shape. It hurt. She was making noises of protest at the gag when a hood was pulled down over her head placing her into complete darkness.

Unsympathetic male hands grabbed her body and pushed her forward. She felt cold stone under her bare feet (the steps of her former prison?) and then rough ground before the men took an end each and lifted her up and onto a hard metal floor.