I was hitching through North Dakota when he came across me. I felt bad about him from the moment he pulled up alongside me, but all my efforts to make him move along failed. That was when I knew I was in trouble, and I tried to take off. He was spry and agile for an older man, and he very quickly and easily caught me. I had no chance to fight; he was so quick that he had me pinned before I could even turn over. I felt him begin to bind my hands, I think it was with rope, but I would have to find out later. I struggled under him, the little bit that I was able to move. He gagged me with a ring-gag, so I knew, once again, that I was in deep shit.
He drug me back to his truck and buckled me in, since he knew I was unable to do anything about it. I have no idea how long we drove, or how far. I just know that when he stopped, it was in a place surrounded by wooded areas. The temperature was dropping, so I knew it was early evening. He drug me through the trees for a good while before finally tossing me to the ground. I could hear water, and I wondered if anyone lived nearby who could help me if I could just project my voice well enough. When he didn’t even bother trying to get me to shut up, I knew it was hopeless. He bound me, hands and feet, to roots in the ground, and I knew I would never get up from there again. He left my view, and I began to search around for a weapon of some sort.
When he came back, I was completely at a loss. He was dressed as a clown! He had the makeup, a wig, everything! The only way I knew it was him was that he was carrying the clothes he had just changed out of!! He set those down, walked back out of view, and came back carrying 2 large buckets. He poured freezing water all over my body, and I began to shiver. As the night grew closer and the temperatures dropped, he kept dousing me with water until he saw ice start to form from the moisture. Then, he started some ritualistic something or other. He was touching me all over, rubbing me with various parts of his clown getup. It was as I was getting closer to freezing to death that I noticed his cock was poking a huge tent out of his outfit. It was mere moments before I drew my last breath that I saw his cock hovering above my face, and then slipping down into my throat through that ring-gag.
His voice chilled me to my very bone. He had called twice before, issuing what I had thought were empty threats by way of prank phone calls. But, this time, I had chills going up and down my spine.
