1.1 ~ Taken by surprise.

 

The shocking thing about the hijacking was that it happened so fast. My boyfriend, Tony, and I, had been holidaying in Cape Town for a week, when he suggested that we take a trip to the Haweqwa Nature Reserve, some 40 to 50 miles east of the city. He was into nature photography and explained that the reserve had some of the most beautiful animals on the planet.

We set off on the 50 mile journey along highway N1, at 10 o'clock in the morning, looking forward to a lazy day watching and photographing the animals. Tony was driving our hire car, a silver Ford, and we were happy because we had picked an absolutely beautiful day for the trip. However, little did I know that it was to become the worse day of my life and one that I'd never forget for as long as I live.

Soon, we were speeding along the dual carriageway that stretched into the distance toward a line of hills; which according to the map, were part of the nature reserve. Tony had handed me the map expecting me to navigate the way there, which was a foolhardy idea, but I went along with it anyway.

The nearer we got, the more arid and rockier the countryside became; and the trees that earlier lined the road had become virtually non-existent.

"I think we turn off up here somewhere, don't we Flo?" Tony asked peering at a huge green sign on our left.

"Yes, the turning should be up ahead somewhere," I said hopefully. Another glance at the map didn't help.

"Is that it?" Tony asked, pointing at a narrow road climbing a hill, up ahead.

I took a punt. "Yes. Look, it's a junction. You've got to cross the highway." I pointed to a gap in the central reservation that enabled traffic to cross and access the narrow tarmacked road on the other side. "Tony, I'm almost certain that's the road on the map."

Tony slowed and because the traffic was light, he was able to steer straight across the opposite lane and head up the incline. We had just crested the hill when I glanced over my shoulder and noticed a black pick-up had also made the turn and was following at a reasonable distance behind us. I didn't think any more about it for a couple of miles until the noise of the pickup's engine alerted me that the driver was going to overtake us.

"Fuck, that guy is close," Tony cursed, as the grotty looking vehicle came alongside.

Tony, staring straight ahead, tried to slow and control the Ford on the bumpy road. I on the other hand, looked across him to see that the passenger in the other vehicle, a young black guy, was leering at me. As they pulled past, two more black guys in the bed of the truck eyeballed us with mean expressions on their faces.

They were studying two white tourists out on a jaunt. It was at that moment, that I sensed we were in some kind of danger. Their expressions and hard stares gave their game away, for the driver of the pick-up suddenly swerved and clipped the front offside wing of our hire car.

"What the fuck!" Tony exclaimed.

"Look out!" I cried, as Tony attempted to steer onto the rocky hard shoulder.

The car had other ideas though and began slewing first one way and then the other. I held on to the door handle for dear life, as the car ground to a halt, sideways on, and at right angles to the highway. The black pick-up stopped about 30 yards ahead of us. As I stared in disbelief out of Tony's window, it began to reverse straight toward us.

"Florence, get out your side!" Tony screamed.

"My god!" I yelled, looking away from the onrushing vehicle, and only just managed to open the door, before the pick-up slammed into the side of our car.

CRUNCH! The sound of tearing metal and shattering glass rocked my senses. Tony was thrown across into my seat and I was catapulted out onto the stony ground at the side of the car. I rolled over, coming to rest on my back, staring into the azure, blue sky.

I was dazed and completely unable to assimilate what had happened for a few minutes.

"She fucking slammed them too hard!" a man exclaimed.

"Is he dead?" another man asked.

"Nah, he's alive, unfortunately."

"What about the bitch?"

"I think she's okay. Earl's gonna be furious if Jupe has injured her."

Three figures appeared and stood over me, blocking out some of the bright sunlight. I could make out three male black faces but couldn't focus on their features.

"P... please help me," I groaned.

"Fucking hell Zack, this bitch is lekker!"

"I told you that she had a decent body," another of the three commented.

I reached down my body and discovered that my orange skater dress had ridden up revealing the white thong I was wearing. I tried desperately to cover my nakedness, but the toe end of a boot nudged my side, trying to get my attention.

"Please help me, I've hurt my leg..."

"Shut the fuck up and roll over," the owner of the boot urged.

Someone was moving the car, which made me wonder if Tony was still inside and whether he was injured when the pick-up rammed us. The big guy giving the orders was holding a rifle of some sort, so I was terrified of him on two counts.

"Lord, what an ass!" I cringed inwardly at the kidnapper's comment and felt my face flush.

The ground was covered with hard compacted earth and littered with gravel and stones, so when I rolled, I did so onto another bed of sharp pebbles. Why oh why did I wear a thong? I screamed at myself. The three men continued to stand around, watching me squirm in the dust, until the big man spoke again.

"Zack, put the cuffs on the bitch and Wes, take care of the dude."

One of the men knelt, and placing a knee into the small of my back, brought my wrists together.

"Please don't hurt me," I pleaded, desperately.

"Shut your gob, bitch!" Slap!

"Nahhhhh!" I cried, when Zack slapped my naked ass with some force.

Moments later, he snapped the cuffs shut and then slapped me round the head. "Only speak when we speak to ya. Understand?" Slap!

Another blow to my posterior. "Yeeeees!" I cried.

His hand remained on my cheeks and began squeezing them as though he was kneading dough. His fingers dug into my firm flesh and then moved to the thin waistband of the thong.

"Nooooooo!" I cried out in alarm, when in one swift movement he callously yanked the thin elastic, easily snapping it at a seam. "Pleeeeeze. Let me go!" Slap! Slap! "Ahhhhhhhh!" I cried again, when pain exploded across both my buttocks.

"I told you once bule. Shut your gob!"

The thug's huge hand continued exploring my butt flesh, but he was soon interrupted.

"Zack, there'll be plenty of time for that later. Get her up!"

I wanted a hole to open beneath me and swallow me whole.

I'd forgotten about my panties until he hauled me to my feet. Then to my absolute horror, the tiny yellow garment dropped to the ground between my feet. Thankfully, my dress fell into place and quickly saved my blushes, although the big guy was watching my body with keen interest and must have gotten a glimpse of my smooth mons.

I judged that Seth was the oldest and heaviest of the three black gang members. Broad muscular shoulders and expansive chest, beneath his taught blue t-shirt suggested he was into bodybuilding, while the short stubble and crewcut gave him the appearance of a hardened criminal. I had never been attracted to black men, but I couldn't deny that the man was ruggedly handsome.

When Seth's dark, greedy eyes studied my body, I knew instantly that the man wouldn't be satisfied until he had fucked my brains out. I wanted to cry, run, and hide, but instead all I could do was quiver with fear within the tight grip of another man who had already assaulted me. Being naked under the dress gave me an awful sense of vulnerability, especially with my hands cuffed behind my back.

What was their motive for kidnapping me? Was it purely to hold me for ransom? Or was it to make me their sex slave? Were the men going to take it in turns to ravish my body when they got me back to their hideout? And if so, was it a place that the authorities could track down and rescue me? All these questions spun through my mind as I tried to gather my wits together and stop myself from having a complete mental breakdown.