Chapter XXII
Sharon woke up before Joe and lay staring at the ceiling for a while. The
curtains were drawn so she couldn't see outside but she judged it to be well
past noon already. During their slumber she and Joe had separated and she was
grateful that he was quietly snoring on his side of he bed. She twisted and
turned both her wrists and ankles but it was use- less. There was absolutely no
way she could free herself.
Finally she gave up and for a long time she just lay there, searching for a way
out of her predicament. How could this be happening to her. How could one
person be so unlucky? Not once, but twice! Surely the two incidents had to be
related somehow? She just couldn't believe that something so dramatic could
happen to one person twice. There had to be a connection but try as she might,
she couldn't find it. One thing was for certain - Joe had not been the one to
put the suit on her.
She thought about his words and his conversation on the telephone. He was not
working alone. Some huge, powerful organization maybe? The thought made her
shiver. One man she could handle. He could be reasoned with, pleaded with. With
an organization she'd just be a number. Another body that needed to be
processed. She thought of the horror stories she'd seen and heard in the
papers. Modern-day slave traders, pandering flesh to the distant corners of the
world. Mafia bosses that would pump her full of drugs and set her to work in
some dirty little Mexican whorehouse. Chop shops where human beings were used
as lab rats. The stories were endless and the more she thought about it the
more despondent she became.
Her free-fall into black depression was stopped by a very urgent signal coming
from her bowels. She was loath to wake Joe up, not only would it not be well
received but her best chance of escape was when he was sleeping. Finally she
couldn't hold it any more and she rolled over to his side. She kicked his legs
and moaned as loudly as she could. At long last he started stirring and he
rolled over on top of her.
"Mffff mmmhmmm mfmhmmm" she moaned into his face, tapping his head with her
elbow. Finally his eyes opened and he looked at her sleepily.
"Gmmfmmfmmhmmffm" she moaned, using her head to signal towards the bathroom.
"What is it Lassie? What is it girl? Is Timmy in the well again?" he asked. She
groaned at his bad joke and once more signaled the bathroom. Finally he dragged
himself out of bed and untied her legs.
By the time he got round to the leash she was already seated and ready to go.
This time she led him as they both stumbled into the bathroom. She shot him an
accusing look as she waited for him to lower the seat before she could sit. She
barely had time to blush at his inquisitive stare before her body let rip.
Sharon stood in front of the stove, frying some eggs. Joe was seated at the
table, keeping a close watch on her activities. He'd bound her wrists by
looping some rope around her waist, tying it off at the front and extending the
ends to her wrists. Although she could only move her hands about a foot away
from her body it was enough freedom to allow her to cook. She could easily
untie the knots herself but there was no way that she could do it without him
seeing her. Her ankles were kept bound by a short length of rope that forced
her to take short jerky steps whenever she needed to move. Finally there was a
long leash from her neck to his hand that he never let go of, not even for a
second. If she had any chance of escape she needed to rid herself of the leash
but with her hands bound to her waist she couldn't reach it. To make matters
worse he'd taken a liking to her tail and she was once again wearing the
stockings, panty and high heels. The dildo was firmly back in place and her
arse was still throbbing from the rough insertion she'd had to endure. Joe was
unable to make the clasp lock again, apparently it was on some timer or
something. He'd solved the problem by taping the two ends shut with several
lengths of tape.
She waddled over to the fridge and got some bacon, trying her best to ignore his
persis- tent gaze. Despite the suit and panty she felt completely naked and she
just couldn't force herself to relax. His gaze was openly lustful and it made
her very uncomfortable. What was he going to do when he finally realized that
she wasn't to be had? Despite the evi- dence of his own eyes he still thought he
could penetrate the suit. She was very fearful of what he'd do when it finally
dawned on him what he was up against.
As she fried the bacon she looked out of the window. They seemed to be on some
kind of a small holding with the house set far back from the street. The place
was deserted and there were no signs of life around them. A thick, high hedge
and tall trees ringed the prop- erty. She doubted there would be any people
around for miles.
The tape over her mouth was itching and without thinking she tried to scratch
her chin. Her hand only made it as far as her breasts before the rope stopped
it short. She sighed and had to be content with rubbing her chin against her
shoulder.
The bacon was almost done and she concentrated on finishing the task at hand.
How wrong those frivolous stories in the books had been. In the stories the
heroine lay bound on the bed while the man waltzed in with a tray full of food.
Reality didn't work like that she now realized. He was a man and men wanted to
be served. Why do all the work when you've got a slave to do it for you? She
loaded the food onto two plates and carefully car- ried the plates to the table.
It was tricky keeping her balance with her feet tied and she took it slowly.
She placed the edged of the plates on the table and pushed them onto the
surface. She'd already set the knives and forks and she carefully sat down,
trying to avoid direct pressure on her anus. Joe pulled his plate closer and
gave it a good sniff.
"Ahhh. Thanks honey" he said, "It looks delicious." Without ceremony he started
digging in.
"Mffmfmmmgmm" she said after a while, pointing to the tape. He looked up for a
second, gave her the sweetest smile in the world and continued his meal.
"Mgmmffffhmm?" she said again, pointing with even bigger gestures.
Again he just gave her a glance and continued his meal. The bastard knew exactly
what she wanted, he was just not in the mood to grant it! She could feel the
blood rising to her face and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
Suddenly he paused and looked at her. She had to wait for him to stop chewing
before he would speak.
"There's some juice in the fridge. Get us some won't you?" he said and turned
his atten- tion back to the food.
"GMMFFMGRRMMMFMFM!" She said, her blood boiling.
He stopped eating and gave her a look that immediately made her shut up. With
difficulty she rose from the seat and waddled over to the fridge. The juice was
at the back and it was a struggle to get to. Finally she managed and she
returned to the table. She was al- most seated before she remembered the glasses
and she rose to fetch them as well.
She stood staring at the cupboard, unclear what to do next. She'd managed to
find the glasses by opening the cupboards with her nose. They were on one of
the top shelves, higher than what her head was. For a moment she stood looking
at Joe but he was bla- tantly ignoring her. After several minutes of thinking
she waddled over to the broom closet, retrieved a broom and waddled back to the
cupboard. She carefully lifted the broom up and knocked some glasses over with
the head. She sighed in relief when none broke and pulled the broom back,
carefully watching if any would roll out. Next she turned the broom over,
lifted the handle up to the glass and carefully pushed the handle up until the
glass was over the handle. She carried the upside down glass back to the table
and slowly low- ered the broom until she could place the glass on the table. She
repeated the tedious pro- cedure and finally had two glasses ready and waiting.
She opened the juice and poured him a glass. Finally she sat down with a sigh
and watched him eat. He casually looked up, spotted the juice, reached out and
took a long, hard drink directly from the bottle.
Joe leaned back, burped loudly and gave her a lazy smile. "Oh boy, that really
hit the spot. Not bad my dear." She ignored him and sat staring at the table.
She was very thirsty but she refused to give him the satisfaction of showing
it. For quite a while they just sat there in silence. After what felt like an
eternity Joe started flipping her leash up and down. At first she thought he
was only trying to irritate her but a firm pull told her that he wanted her to
stand up. She carefully rose from the table and stood next to the chair,
uncertain of what he wanted from her. He pulled on the leash and reeled her in
until she was standing next to him.
Without saying a word he took her by the hips and lowered her to his lap. She
tried to avoid sitting directly on the plug but his hands guided her squarely
onto his upper leg. She gave a quick grunt as her weight landed on the plug and
Joe smiled at her, delighted by her discomfort. He swung her legs over so that
she was seated sideways across his lap and held her firmly around the waist.
"So. Hungry?" he asked mockingly.
She just looked into the distance, refusing to react.
"No? Oh well then.." he said and started pushing her up.
"Mmmfnfngmm" she quickly said and looked at her plate.
"Oh you've changed your mind?" he said, lowering her down again. He quickly
removed the gag and pulled her plate closer.
"Can I please have some juice first?" she said, hating herself for being civil
to him.
"Sure honey." He said as he reached for the glass she'd poured. She was unable
to bring the glass to her mouth and he had to hold it for her. She drank
greedily, ignoring the drib- ble of juice running down her chin and onto her
breasts. He gave her a sweet smile and wiped her chin with his hand.
"Better?" She nodded.
He started feeding her the food and despite the fact that it had gotten cold she
wolfed it down. Whilst his right hand was feeding her the left hand slowly slid
down her side, over her hip and in between her legs. She stoically ignored his
hand and concentrated on the food.
He slowly massaged the insides of her thighs but still she refused to respond.
She could feel his hand heading for her tail and she tensed.
"What are you going to do with me?" she said, her mouth still full of food.
"Right now? I thought we'd see what we could do about that suit." he said.
"It won't work, I've tried everything." she said and took another bite. His hand
was still heading for her arse.
"Oh I don't know. I'm pretty good with my hands you know." He said as he gave
her tail a quick pull.
"Please don't." she objected.
"Don't what?" he said and gave her another jiggle.
"Don't do that. It hurts."
He gave her another wiggle.
"Please." she begged.
He stopped tormenting her but left his hand on her tail.
"I meant when you're done with me. What's going to happen to me?"
"It's better if you don't think about that." he replied and looked away.
"So you're going to kill me?"
"No, not unless I have to. I'm not a murderer."
"No. Just a kidnapper and a rapist." The words were out before she could think
and she immediately regretted saying them. He scowled at her pushed her to her
feet.
"I suggest you start thinking before you speak. Where you're going a remark like
that could cost you your tongue."
She started clearing the table while he lighted a cigarette. She wanted to ask
him for one but after a moment's reflection thought better of it. For a while
there was silence as she packed the dishes in the sink.
"Where am I going? What is going to happen to me?" she asked with her back
turned to him.
"You'll see when you get there." He said.
"You're going to sell me aren't you?" she said in such a soft voice it was
hardly more than a whisper. For a while he didn't answer.
"A man's got to make a living." He said flatly.
"Why can't you just let me go? I'm no use to you at all." She said, turning
around.
"You're a smart girl, you should know how these things work."
"I won't tell a soul, I promise." She begged. "Besides, all I've got is a
description. There must be hundreds of people that look..."
"That's enough!" he interrupted her. He was on his feet and reaching for the
tape.
"Please no. I'll be quiet, please..." she begged but he was not listening. He
shoved her body up against the counter and stuffed the rag into her mouth. All
she could do was wring her wrists inside their prisons while her mouth was
taped shut.
Joe slowly led her through the house and into the garage. Outside dusk was
falling and the house was growing dark. After she'd completed her chores he'd
pulled her elbows back and tied them together with rope.
Her hands were now utterly useless as her elbows pulled her wrists back against
her stomach. She'd tried a few more times to get him to remove the gag but the
atmosphere had definitely soured. He walked her to the middle of the garage and
made her stand still. Years ago somebody had installed a pulley into the roof
and he positioned her until she was directly underneath it. He untied the ropes
on her elbows and her waist and re-tied her wrists together in front of her
body. The pulley was lowered to just above her head and her wrists placed onto
the hook. He pulled the pulley back up until her ankles were just beginning to
lift out of her shoes. He anchored the pulley's chain to a convenient hook on
one of the walls and walked a few times around her. He was obviously in no mood
for chitchat and she hung her head, dejected and depressed. He was about to
find out just what a hard nut the suit was to crack.
