So this is based on a true story but I’ll leave you to decide what actually took place.

Getting about the city and countryside here for my job requires a car but the one I have is arguably past it’s best (I’ve since got rid) so it was not always reliable and it was quite old. I found repairs were getting more frequent and harder to justify paying for.

After the car started making worrying noises from the engine one morning, I decided to ditch my usual local garage and go a bit further out to see if I could find a garage in one of the various villages, small hamlets outside of the city. I eventually found one that could be best described as a run down, rusty old building that had square frosted glass windows, flaky paint and old wooden signs that were faded but still readable.

I was going to move on and try and find somewhere else because the more I looked at it, the less I wanted to do with it. It was then that my car refused to start, how typical, I tried turning the key, there was an engine warning sign on the dash and now there were several others. Ah well, I thought, it looks like I’m going to have to see what this garage is like.

My hair was tied back in a pony tail, I was wearing a strapless bra and tank top, soft cord knickers, some white shorts and some flowery sketchers for summer comfort. It was a scorching, hot day, it had said 26 degrees on my car dash and it certainly felt like summer was out in full.

As I got out of the car, I wondered what the mechanic would be like, there were some cars outside that looked like they were for customers but other than the garage door being up, the place sounded quiet, but soon I could hear some sounds that there was someone working inside.

I stepped into the garage, and there were old tools hanging up, the garage was quite old fashioned looking, there were oily rags hanging off the side of some grubby work benches, the concrete floor had oil stains and paint scattered, old faded signs on the walls and a topless calendar from the early 90’s which didn’t surprise me.

I walked past some cars in the workshop the further I went in and then got a shock as the mechanic who I heard from outside slid out suddenly right next to me from a car he was underneath on a wheeled pallet, he looked up at me.

He was actually fairly rugged, had a stubbly beard with grey patches, a cap and overalls that were covered in grease, oil, typical old fashioned attire, he was early-mid forties and his arms, neck and face were tanned but also oily. He looked rough and ready.

‘Are you alright?’ he said, still looking up at me, I stood back after what felt like minutes because he might’ve been able to see up my top and shorts and I gathered myself. He stood up with a wrench in his oily, grubby hands and then ‘said excuse me’ as he reached behind me and put the tool down on a mobile tool stand that had castors on it. He was millimetres from me when he did this and I shivered a bit. Then he eyed me up some more and asked ‘How can I help you? Are you not from around here?’ I shook my head and said nervously, ‘my car needs looking at, could you check it over for me please?’ I don’t know why I sounded so shy and embarrassed.

‘Haha well, yeah’ he said, ‘Lead the way and I’ll have a look’ which sounded like he wanted to follow me but also steal a look at my figure from behind as I waltzed out of the workshop.

Now every woman reading this knows that at a typical male garage, they’ll will try to mansplain, gaslight or a combo where they assume you know nothing about cars. Unfortunately, in this case all I knew was that my car was past it and the strange noise from the engine was not a good sign. He confirmed that it was a big job, the gasket had blew (always bad) and he asked if I really wanted to continue with it or look for a new car. Looking at some of the cars that were parked there, even if they were for sale they were also a bit vintage.

So I said I’d pay whatever to get it running as long as it got me home. He nodded and said ‘there’s a cafe further down the road. I’m just finishing off one job then I can get to work on yours and it’ll take about 2-3 hours tops to make sure the engine is running well again and nothing else happens’ I thanked him and handed the keys, got my bag and headed off down to the cafe to have some breakfast and do some work I had with me.

The cafe was almost as run down as the garage, practically empty with one waiter who looked disinterested and was on her phone the entire time I was there, and some guy in the kitchen cooking away. 50p for a coffee and £1.30 for a bacon sandwich, oh why not! So I used some change I found in the bottom of my bag. Little did I realise until later that I didn’t seem to have my purse on me. Shit

After some time had elapsed, I walked slowly back to the garage in a panic wondering how I was going to pay for the work, there was no-one I could call to come and bring stuff to me, I was in the middle of nowhere. I wonder if he’d invoice me and let me pay when I made it home, that made me feel better.

I got back to the garage and some of the cars from earlier had gone, customers picking them up I thought. As I walked inside I could smell cigarette smoke, the mechanic (who hadn’t introduced himself earlier) was mopping the sweat from his brow and as he saw me, lit up and said ‘Well, that was a fucking ball ache to fix’ and he ran through what he did to the car and started it to show me it was running again, I was so happy I went up and hugged him, even though he had quite a sweat on, he seemed to enjoy that. I stood back and said ‘I’m so sorry, I haven’t got my purse with me and I don’t know why but..’ And his face dropped, ‘What??!’ he barked, I apologised again and then frantically said ‘I’ll just check to see if I left it in the car? Could be there?’ And before he could say anything I went and had a look, opening the glove box, looking in the side pockets, on the floor, no, not there!’

Whilst I was looking and as it became more apparent it wasn’t in the car, he’d been mumbling, cursing under his breath and looked angry and upset. ‘What are we going to do here then?? I’m running a business, not a charity?!’ I then offered him some ideas like I could get an invoice from him, or leave something valuable like my phone etc but he just cast those aside. Feeling more and more ashamed I left my purse at home I stood there and looked at him, he looked at me. I wondered if for a second he would calm down if I flashed my boobs or something, it was a silly thought and I went red even thinking about it for a split second. ‘Well, I could pay you er, in another way?’ I didn’t realise I was saying what I was thinking out loud but he seemed taken aback, ‘You mean… wait what do you mean?’ And I said ‘I don’t know?’ Laughing nervously. He came over to me, looking slightly less pissed off than before and put his hands on my hips, ‘So, do you mean, you would let me do something or you’d do something? That sorta thing?’ Well my stomach flipped and I couldn’t back away so I said ‘Well, what would you want to do?’

Next thing was that he started to move his oily, greasy hands up my top and I froze, he reached my strapless bra, all of a sudden his hands slip underneath before I can say anything and he rubs both of my nipples with his thumbs, I moan and then cover my mouth, ‘What is happening?’ I think to myself. ‘Well let’s have some fun? No?’ And he goes over to his mobile work bench and picks up some oily rags, he ties one around my mouth to gag me and he turns me around and ties up my hands behind my back. I protest as he does this thinking what does he think he is doing? But before I can do much more he pushes me over to the back of the workshop near one of the benches in front of the frosted stained glass which lights up the garage in that corner, he suddenly pulls down my shorts and my soft cord knickers and I muffle a scream, he shouts ‘Quiet, you’ll enjoy what I’m going to do with you I promise, and you won’t owe me anything’, that did calm me down strangely.

He picks up his phone and kneels down, gazing at my pussy, my labia and clit hood sticking out slightly with my unkempt bush, I’d normally wax it but decided not to. I was red faced, looking down at him as he took some dirty photos, I had not signed up for this but then I hadn’t put up any sort of fight, what is going on with me? He pulls the knickers down further and exclaims ‘Well, your pussy is nice and tight and I can see you’re wet’, he takes a finger and lightly touches my lips and takes it away to show a string of wet pussy grool to prove his point, I quiver and my legs shake a little during this. He stands up again and then gets close to me, he puts two fingers down to my pussy and starts to gently finger me, spreading my lips apart, rubbing my clit and teasing my already wet vagina, his greasy, oily fingers getting my lips all dirty in the process. He kisses my neck, pulls the gag off my mouth and I taste his lips as he kisses me, the combination of cigarette, ash, oil etc sends my senses into a frenzy, it was dirty, this feels too wrong but so good. He puts the gag back over my mouth afterwards.

He brings his hand up my stomach with a trailing finger running it’s way up as he goes under my top again and has another feel of my breasts through the strapless bra as he pinches my nipples hard. I look down and my mound, abdomen, stomach now had dark oily marks from his dirty hands, suddenly he takes his hands out of my top then pulls it and the strapless bra down, exposing my firm, pert tits with more oily marks and my hard, erect nipples. He gets behind me and where he’s tied my hands he puts the tied rag end into a vice and tightens it before exclaiming, ‘You’re going to be used like the dirty slut you really are inside’ he says in a wickedly deep voice, making my pussy twinge.

I try to move forward but I can’t move that much because of the tied up hands and the vice restricting my movement, he moves my legs apart a bit more then goes over to his mobile bench on castors, ‘I’m going to use the tools that fixed your car on you’, part of me panicked because what tools were those exactly? I shake my head at him and he laughs cruelly.

He picks up a ratchet with a textured metal handle and brings it over to me, he opens the gag over my mouth and asks me to kiss and lick it, ‘You should think about where I’m going to put this and lube it accordingly’ he advised. It feels a little rough and just tastes like oil and metal but I do as he instructs and suck on it, lick it and try to cover it in spit as best I can. After a while he puts the gag back over my mouth and he moves the ratchet down my cheek, neck, down the middle of my boobs, my cleavage, down my stomach as I feel the scratchy texture against my skin, down to my crotch, he then kneels down and moves it up either legs stopping as he gets to my pussy teasing it between my inner thighs.

Without much further play he takes the handle and inserts it without too much resistance into my vagina working it up and down, it’s a strange sensation but because I’m so wet it doesn’t feel at all bad just a little bit cold, the handle texture is rougher than what I’d usually put up there. I moan and tilt my head back and he pushes the handle almost all the way up to the socket head.

With his other hand he is filming the dirty scene on his phone but he puts it down and uses his fingers working my clit around and stroking it with his thumb. I feel something building up in my stomach that would’ve ended up being an explosive orgasm but he stops and goes back over to his bench.

He picks up a drill and I immediately panic, he comes over and says ‘don’t worry, I need to find an attachment for this’, not fully understanding what he means by that he comes up close and he pulls the trigger a few times, the drill bit spins and I whimper. He’s a sadistic fuck, but he opens a draw not far from me and searched around until he shows me what the attachment is, a penis shaped dildo with a bit to attach to the drill! This guy must have done some truly perverted things in his time here I think to myself.

He spreads my legs apart as far as he can to get access with it, again he brings the tip up to my gagged mouth, taking it out of my mouth, letting me lube the dildo up with my spit, ‘that’s it, cover it good’ he encourages me before gagging my mouth once more. I wonder how long and how far things are going to go, little did I know it was just the beginning.

As he attaches it to the drill it spins round faster and faster but depending on how hard he presses the trigger as he kneels down and pushes it under my pussy lips, I feel the sensation of the dildo churning and grinding against my clit, he pushes it further in having good access with my legs being wide apart, he then moves it vertically and pushes it up into me, and starts ‘drilling’ my wet hole, it feels incredible and it’s not long before the orgasm builds up again.

As he moves the dildo in and out of me as it spins, he is filming me again on his phone, ‘I’ve got a lot of good content here so far’ he brags, ‘I’m pleased you forgot your purse, you’re one sexy little slut’ I just nod and moan at him, some saliva is drooling out of my mouth that’s escaped the gag and it drips onto my chest and down my left boob before pooling on the floor.

All of a sudden, again before I get to cum, we are greeted by several men, who have walked in looking for the mechanic, ‘Hey Mick, where are you?’ Before they see what he’s doing and the fact I am there, one of the older men says ‘Oh is this a bad time haha’, looking surprised. Mick takes away the dildo drill and puts it down on the bench next to me. ‘No boys it’s perfect timing, see this here sexy young woman needed practically a whole new engine but didn’t have any way of payment, so this is how she’s paying for my hard work’ they all laughed and joked looking at me, I myself going red and feeling mortified with embarrassment. I definitely hadn’t signed up for this, and I was feeling so exposed.

They all come up close to me and gather round, eyeing up my tits and my pussy, taking photos, laughing, asking me if I wanted a good pounding. The mechanic disappears but then returns with some old rusty scissors and he takes no time in cutting off my bra and then cutting away my knickers before pulling them through as the gusset stretches over my pussy and catches the wetness as it then glides through my lips as they are pulled out from under it and I moan out loud. He leaves my top but it’s pulled up to my shoulders now, my sketchers, socks are taken off, and then he pulls down my white shorts further and chucks them somewhere in the workshop.

He goes and gets some more things and next thing I know I’m getting felt up by one of the older guys who can’t resist anymore, he fingers my pussy, rubbing my clit with his thumb as he pinches it and knurls my flaps in between his fingers, rubbing them together with my juices now lubricating my whole cunt and some more leaving my vagina and starting to run down my leg. He pinches my nipples hard and slaps my breasts a couple of times until they’ve gone a bit red and my nipples stand to attention. He looks very pleased with himself. He brings down the gag and before I can say a thing he spits in my face and then puts it back in my mouth as he sees the look of shock and disgust on my face. I can’t believe it, and I go all red with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

Mick loosens up the vice and my hands, whilst still tied up in oily rags, are freed briefly. He take me over to the other side of his work shop and he commands me to stand in front of what looks like a folded table but it has restraints on it. I hadn’t even noticed it in the corner of the workshop, he undoes the oily rags and then my arms are pushed up either side of my head, forcing my tits to push out more, almost looking up to the ceiling and he secures my wrists in the restraints. He goes down to my legs and does the same thing, moves them apart and then secures them in place.

Mick then brings out my purse. You sick bastard I scream into my ball gag… as he smirks an evil grin.

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