Someone finds Jamie

Jamie had no idea how long she spent struggling with her bonds. She stopped only when she was too tired to continue. By this time, it was getting dark and the temperature was dropping as the sunlight went away. The hard floor of the alley was cold under her breasts and belly.

Jamie started crying when she realized that, despite her frantic efforts, she was as tightly bound as ever. All that effort was for nothing. She couldn't get free and she couldn't scream or call out for help.

Jamie cried for a long time, stopping only when she felt a hand start stroking her hair.

"Mmmmm!" she shrieked in alarm, back rigid with fear. She looked around.

A man was leaning over her. He was somewhere between fifty and sixty, with uncut, filthy hair and beard. His clothes were worn and dirty and wrong for the season. He was wearing a trench-coat, even though it was the height of the summer.

He smelled awful. His body odor was absolutely disgusting. Jamie had to fight down an urge to barf, which she was certain would be a bad idea while she was gagged.

"Hello, pretty lady," he said. He continued stroking Jamie's hair. He seemed to be in no hurry to help her.

"Mmmmf," Jamie said, hoping the man would remove her gag to find out what she was trying to say.

He didn't seem to be paying attention to her.

"You're very pretty," he said. "I bet you're a nice girl."

He took his hand off her hair and started fondling her butt. Since she was still hoping he'd help her, Jamie made no comment.

"I bet you'd be real nice to me, if I helped you."

Not liking where this was going, and not able to do anything about it, Jamie closed her eyes and waited, hoping and praying that the man would help her.