We are a loving couple, in the middle and late fifties, and still quite good in shape. We earn our money with a quite prospering export consulting business and I have published some good selling novels and my wife works from time to time as an independent investigative journalist, too.
So, from time to time we take a week of holidays and one time we decided to do a hiking tour in the German Spessarts Woods. Some of the particularities of the Spessarts Woods is that in the 19th centuries the Spessarts Woods were the homeland of a famous robber gang and there are some old German movies which tell the story of this gang.
When walked through those historical woods my wife and I we got a little thrilled and we imagined how it may have been for the travellers in the nineteenth century to travel through this woods, knowing that there where some fierce robbers around and to know that they could suffer an hold up at every time.
It was a wonderfull morning on a late spring day and we had already walked for some hours on the legendar Spessart Trail. My wife was wearing a plaid green-yellow button down blouse with short sleeves and two chest pockets and I was wearing a similar shirt, plaid in blue and pink, we both were wearing matching neck-ties in dark green and tan trecking trousers. We had in our back packs some clothes to change and our pajamas and we walked around thirty kilometres per day and in the evening we stayed overnight in a hotel or a pension in one of the small villages which lay on the Spessart trail.
We had spend a very pleasant night and now my wife nestled to me and fantasized one more time how it may have been for the poor travelers to be assaulted by the fierce robbers and what they had done with their poor victims and if they even had been tied up or hold for ransom. And while she nestled even closer to me she said that thanks goodess the forest today was safe and that the probality to be assaulted and robbed in these woods today was really quite less, even if we were now completely alone in the woods and since quite an hour we had seen no other hikers on the trail, as we were travelling out of the holiday season and most of the Germans were working at this time. And then it happened …
We were on a small path in a quite wooded area and suddenly we heard a noise in the brushwood behind us and than we heard a sharp male voice behind us who told us to freeze and to put up our hands in the air. We were completely surprised and appalled and did as we were told. The voice told us not to turn around as this would be much healthier for us. The voice was so sharp, menacing and determinated that we stood there, trembling with fear, our hands reaching for the sky, and finally my wife told our captor that we would do whatever he told us to do, but for heavens sake not to do us any harm. Our captor laughed mockingly and told us that we were very wise to do so and than he ordered us to leave the trail and to enter into the brushwood beside.
We did as we were told, still trembling with fear and our hands raised up. We walked so for quite fifteen minutes, nearly in complete silence, deeper and deeper into the brushwood. We were so appalled and surprised about these completely unexpected assault that we even did not dare to talk to our captor. As we had not dared to turn around we had not seen has face nor had seen with which kind of weapon he were menacing us, but to be honest, we are a loving couple and no heros and the only thing we wanted was to remain unharmed and we were not willing to take any risk.
After some more five minutes we were in deep woodland, and there was no sign of a hiking trail or path around.
Our captor told us to put our backpacks down and to move with our backs to some trees and to cross our hands behind. We did once again as we were told, we felt the bark of the tree against our back, we stood there, our hands crossed, trembling and scared, and even now we did not dare to turn our heads to get a glimpse of our captor. It seemed that he was now sifting through are backpacks, and then we heard his mocking laughter as he had found some coils of rope in our backpack, which we use to spice up our love life from time to time, especially on holiday, and which was exactly what he needed now.
He told us tauntingly that it seemed that he had discoverd our little secret and that he would make good use of it. Then he came over to us and he told us once again not to turn our heads around for our own sake. My wrist were bound with the rope we had brought with us and as we had brought a whole coil some more loops of rope were wound around my chest, my bellow and my upper legs so that I was pinned tightly against the tree. A few moments later my wife suffered the same treatment. Then our captor started to fondle and frisk my wife and she moaned in dispair as he fondled her breasts while he was opening the chest pockets of her blouse where she had our credit cards and some cash.
Then he took her purse out of the pockets of her trecking pants and than it was my turn. I also had some money and a credit card in the chest pocket of my trecking shirt and when he frisked the pockets of my trecking trousers to get my wallet he took his time to touch my cock which had become quite hard against my own will due to the humiliating treatment and for some moments he even pinched my balls with a mocking laughter. I moaned in dispair and my wife begged our captor to take whatever he wanted, but to spare us. Then our captor went back to our backpacks, apparently in search for more cash or valuables or to check our purse and wallet. I took the opportunity to do something to comfort my wife and I whispered to her that I loved her and that we would stand this together, and my wife told me that she loved me, too, and that we should not loose hope. Then our captor came back to us and he told us that we would be gagged, now, but before we had to tell him where we lived, if there were anybody living in our house and which were the PIN codes of our bank and credit cards. He told us that he would leave us here tightly tied up and gagged in this remote area and if we would give him valuable information and he could search our house and take money from our bank account as requested, he would call somebody to release us in due time. Otherwise he would come back and then things would become very, very unpleasant for us. We told him all he wanted to know and reassured him several times that we were giving him right information and begged him to spare us and to release us in time. Then he put some used and very smelling panties of my wife in our mouthes and gagged us very tightly with our scarves.
Then we were both fondled, caressed and pinched for more than fifteen long minutes and he told us that this was our last chance to change our mind in case we should have given him false or incomplete information. We moaned and whimpered desperately during the humiliating treatment and as we had told him all he wanted to know there was nothing more we could reveal him to stop or to shorten this humiliating torture.
Finally he stopped fondling and caressing us and he splitted. As he had gone we tried desperately to get rid of our bonds, but soon we became aware that the guy knew his business and had tied us up and gagged so thouroghly and tight that all struggle against our ropes was in vain. So we stayed the whole day bound and gagged in the deepest Spessart Woods and no bondage ordeal that the travellers in the nineteenth century may had suffered from the Spessart robbers could have been worse than the distress we were actually suffering. We spend the whole night tightly bound and gagged at the trees and then yet an other day and an other night and we suffered an inimaginable thirst. Then, in the late morning of the third day we heard some dogs barking and then we saw two female police officers who came to us and freed us finally from our tight bonds. We learned that our captor had actually called some friends of us after having searched our house and taking a quite big amount from our bank account. Even so, we were very released to have stood this adventure without suffering any physical harm. Up to now, they yet have not caught the guy and as he know our adress we fear sometimes that he could come back and capture us again. But as a good Christian couple, we try to pray even for those who rob, humiliate, tie up and gag us, even for this new Spessart robber, who took some of our belongings, but spared our life and so showed, in his way, a kind of mercy, too. God bless him!
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