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Looking Out
The moment she opened her eyes she knew something was very wrong. A singlebulb above her provided the only illumination in the room. Beyond the poolof light centered on her the room faded into an all concealing darkness. Dazzledby the glare of the spotlight shining overhead she couldn't even make out thewalls.
Her arms were held behind her back. Something was wrapped around her handsand forearms, holding them tightly to her waist. From the touch of her fingersit felt like roughly finished leather. A quick jerk proved her wrists weresecured by wide leather straps of the same material.
Hoping she could see what restrained her arms she tried to look over hershoulder. The attempt proved to be futile. A high, stiff collar extending fromunder her chin down to her collar bone prevented any movement of her head.Out of the corner of her eye she could barely make out the dark contour belowthe line of her lower jaw.
At least she was able to lean forward to see what held her legs together.Above her knees was a leather belt, pulled tight, with a gleaming metal bucklecentered between her knees. In the center was a small slit, a keyhole. Furtherdown, each ankle was wrapped in a wide leather cuff, again with the same typeof locking buckle. One end of a strap held the cuffs together. When she triedto straighten out her legs she discovered the other end of that strap was fastenedto her waist in back, forcing her to keep her legs bent.
Underneath her the surface appeared to be some kind of upholstered vinylcovering some sort of platform, maybe a board. Her clothes, even her underwearwere gone, as well as the necklace she always wore. Inches from her nose werevertical metal bars, with horizontal cross braces about every six inches. Lookingup she could see the top of the cage above her head, with the same cross hatchof bars.
There was enough room for her to roll over on her other side, but when shetried to raise her head it struck the top. Her small prison was too narrowto let her turn around and too low to sit up. The view from the other siderevealed no new clues as to where she was or what had happened. She was boundhand and foot, nude. Drawing back her legs she kicked the end of her cage ashard as she could. The cage didn't budge. Her feet throbbed where they hadhit the bars.
How did she get here? Was it some kind of nightmare? Her last memory waseating dinner after work on a Friday night. She had been home alone in hersmall apartment, sitting on the couch watching TV while eating takeout fromthe Chinese place around the corner. And then…nothing, until she wokeup.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" She called out, hoping her captor would be revealed.Not a sound came from the darkness. "Look, this has gone far enough. Let meout of here, untie me, and I won't go to the police. This is kidnapping. Youcould go to prison for this." She waited for some kind of response. Someonehad to be there, she was sure of it. Rolling over she tried again. "Alright!C'mon, let me go! Right now! Whatever your game is, I'm not playing!"
Still nothing, not a sound reached her ears except for her own breathing.Frustrated, she struggled to free her hands, clawing at the stiff leather coverover her hands, pulling with all her strength to try to slip a wrist free.She rolled over on her stomach, then onto her back, and finally back on herside. No matter what she tried she couldn't break loose. Exhausted, breathinghard, she began to shake. Tears welled up and ran down her cheeks. Fear closedits cold hand on her heart. She was trapped and she could do nothing.
Looking In
Opening the cover of his pocket watch he checked the time. The sedative shouldbe wearing off. Any moment she would wake up. He closed the cover and droppedthe watch back into his jacket pocket. Sitting back he leisurely studied hisprize as she lay stretched out in the cage. The first moments, when she realizedher predicament, would speak volumes about the person inside her head, theone no one ever saw. The one he alone knew was there.
Dressed in black, in the shadows, she wouldn't be able to see him, but hehad an unobstructed view of her. In due time she would discover his identity,but it would be on his terms, in a setting of his choosing. For now he wascontent to remain anonymous.
Her head shifted, and there was a slight movement of her bound feet. He leanedforward in anticipation. It wouldn't take her long to figure out she wasn'ton her apartment couch any longer.
Her clothes and jewelry were hanging in a closet behind him. Before he hadplaced her in the cage he made sure she was properly attired for her upcomingexperience. Around her neck was the high posture collar, with the locking strapthat held it in place. Behind her back the leather restraint muff completelycovered her hands and part of her arms. Locking leather cuffs threaded throughthe long piece of stiff leather fixed her wrists to the side so she couldn'tslip it off. The locking buckles were on the outside, away from her fingers.A leather belt ran through the staples and around her waist, locking in frontwith another buckle. To complete her bondage he had strapped her knees togetherand confined her slim ankles in more leather cuffs, with a final strap runningback to the belt around her waist. It made a nice, tidy package. No hands,she couldn't stand, and she couldn't even turn her head to see behind her.That last part would be important later on.
Her eyes were open. She would be disoriented at first, but he knew she wouldrecover quickly. She was on her side, facing him. He could see an elbow moveup and down; she was trying to free her hands. That wouldn't happen. He wouldhave been disappointed if she didn't try.
Near the door to the cage her feet moved back and forth. She wouldn't beable to see what held her arms behind her back but even with the collar hewas sure she could see the restraints on her legs and ankles. Propping hisarms on the sides of his chair he folded his hands together underneath hischin, studying his captive. How long would she take to explore her restrictedenvironment, how long before she conceded defeat and gave up fighting the bonds?
He winced when she banged her head against the cage bars. It wasn't hardenough to raise a bruise though, so he wasn't too concerned. Now she knew herboundaries. She rolled over several times, the only movement he allowed her.He wasn't surprised when she kicked the door. More significant was that shedidn't try it again.
The moment she called out he relaxed and sat back in his chair. Crossinghis arms he smiled as he listened to her generous offer. Did she really thinkhe would believe her? She would have headed for the first phone to call thecops. Attempting to negotiate her release was a sure sign of desperation.
He recognized the next stage, panic, had set in when she began to cry. Thefull impact of her situation had hit her hard. She was powerless, unable tocontrol or even anticipate what would happen next. Her life was now in hishands, and she felt it in a way she could not rationalize away.
He stood up, stretching his arms above his head. She was lost, adrift ona sea of uncertainty and fear. It was time for him to go to work.
Not Looking Out
The tears wouldn't stop. "Please, please don't hurt me! I'll do whateveryou want." The pleading and her promise were sincere. She didn't want her lifeto end like this. All she had left to offer was her cooperation, even if itwas coerced.
She rolled over again, looking for any sign someone had heard her. Who woulddo this to her? Were there more than one involved? She didn't have any enemies,at least none she knew about. She thought back to the guys who had asked herout. Could it be one of them, a jilted would-be lover?
She didn't hear him come up behind her. She didn't even know he was thereuntil a man's hand appeared in front of her, seconds before the blindfold cutoff her vision. She tried to fight him but she couldn't stop him from slippingthe straps around her head. She felt them tighten, ensuring she couldn't somehowwork it up and away from her eyes.
She tried to roll over, hoping to face her kidnapper even if she couldn'tsee him. All it took was a hand on her shoulder to stop her attempt. Withoutany leverage it was easy for him to prevent her from changing position.
"Okay, I'll stay on my side. Is that what you want?" She waited but he didn'tanswer. The blindfold covered most of her face. She could feel straps on eitherside, another going over her head, and something under her chin. There wasno way she could remove it, especially in her present state. She told herselfit was a good sign; if she couldn't see him he didn't have to worry about heridentifying him. Maybe he would let her go, eventually.
His hand disappeared from her shoulder as soon as she gave up trying to turn.What should she do next? He hadn't answered her. Should she try to talk tohim? Vaguely she recalled reading something in the newspaper about how hostagesshould try to build a connection to their captors, that it improved their chances.
Being tied up was the worst of it. It made her feel so helpless and vulnerable.Maybe she could talk him into freeing her hands, or even her legs. She openedher mouth to say something but stopped. So far he hadn't assaulted her. Ifhe kept her legs tied together he couldn't rape her. Not that she could stophim if he was inclined to take her, but she might be better off if she didn'tcall his attention to the fact.
"Could I have a drink of water?" She tried to keep calm as she asked, usinga respectful tone of voice. It was a transparent ploy; reinforcing how shewas dependent on him in the hopes it might kindle some small spark of decencyand compassion.
Reaching In
He knelt to the side of the cage, watching her back as he listened to hertalk. Asking for water, that was clever on her part. It wouldn't happen, buthe did approve of her quick thinking. She was intelligent and able to adaptquickly, as he had hoped. He would have bet she'd try to talk him into removingthe restraints but she must have guessed it would be pointless.
She was learning but it was still his game and his rules. He stood up andwent to a switch mounted on the wall. Pushing in the lower button activatedthe winch mounted to a beam in the ceiling. The cable and hook slowly droppeddown from above the light. He let go of the button to halt the hook above hercage.
"What is that? What are you doing?" She likely didn't recognize the soundof the electric motor in the winch but she would assume it was something mechanical.She started to roll over but stopped and returned to where he had left her.He nodded in approval.
Before returning to the center of the room he picked up the bag underneaththe switch. It rattled as he carried it, a noise she picked up. "Please, talkto me." She was begging now. He could tell from the strain in her voice. "Whatdo you want? I'll do anything you ask." Her voice lowered, "…anything." Heintended to talk, but now was not the time.
He dumped the bag out on the floor next to the cage. Inside were four cargochains with screw shackles at each end. He picked up the first one and attachedit to a corner of the cage. The other end went over the hook on the winch.The other three cargo chains went on the same way. He finished by going roundand pulling on each one, to make sure it was on the winch securely. Lookingover his shoulder as he walked back to the switch he saw her roll over insidethe cage. He was mildly disappointed; she should have asked first.
Upside
She heard him working around the top of the cage, but she couldn't figureout what he was doing. And what was that sound earlier? Some kind of motor,she was sure of that. If only she could see. All she had to go by were theclues her ears could pick up.
He wouldn't speak despite her attempts to get him to respond. That scaredher. Was it because she would recognize the voice? Was he someone she knew,maybe even one of the men at work?
The motor started running again. This time there was a difference. She couldhear a rattling metallic sound above her head. With a jerk the cage suddenlylifted into the air and began to rise. He was suspending her in the cage! Thatexplained what he had been doing. The motor was a hoist of some kind, aboveher.
The motor cut off. The cage slowly swayed back and forth. When she rolledover again the swaying increased but soon damped out. She heard a door open,and then slam shut. He must have left.
Behind the blindfold she started crying again. She had tried everything shecould think of, and he had ignored it all. She tried to clench her hands intofists but whatever he had used to bind and cover her hands fit too tightly.Her fingers weren't strong enough to bend the leather enclosing them. Her onesmall victory was being able to wiggle her toes. Either he had missed themor figured, rightly, she wasn't going to pick the locks with her big toe.
She tried over and over to find a comfortable position but nothing worked.Left side, right side, on her back, even rolling over on her stomach with herlegs in the air, nothing worked. She tried to turn around but she kept hittingthe bars with her head or legs. She wondered if he had deliberately pickeda cage that was too small.
Lunch Break
He took another bite out of his sandwich. On the monitor she was doing herbest to turn around again. She would have to be a contortionist to succeed.She might have managed without the restraints but bound as she was it was animpossible task.
He took out his watch and checked the hour. He had plenty of time left. Timewas working against her though. Sore muscles from her cramped quarters combinedwith the exhaustion brought on by continuous fear and anxiety would be wearingher down. He closed his watch and turned his attention back to the sandwich.There was no rush.
Bird in the Cage
She had lost all track of time. Every muscle in her body was on fire, protestingthe demands her bonds imposed on her body. A black cloud of depression fueledby her frustration at being unable to do anything pushedout any hope of rescue. Her universe shrank to a tiny steel cage suspendedin the air. She didn't even know how high off the floor she was. If by somemiracle she got the cage door open she might drop twenty feet and break herneck.
That wasn't going to happen. For all her efforts she had made no headwayin freeing herself. He had planned too well. She had to accept that he heldher life in his hands now. Whatever happened there was nothing she could doto alter her fate.
Her last source of information, her hearing, brought nothing better thanthe creak of the cable as the cage rocked back and forth. How long had sincehe had left? It seemed like hours but she had no way to tell. She wished hewould come back, regardless of what might happen. Anything would be betterthan being forced to wait.
Preoccupied with her misery she had no warning when the hand grabbed herhair and roughly pulled her head back against the bars. "You offer to do whateverI want? You want to strike a bargain? Maybe you'd like to negotiate a contract?" Hisvoice was low, whispering in her ear, but she could hear the disdain and sarcasm.
"No! Please, I didn't mean it that way. I just…"
"Quiet! From now on you listen and keep your mouth shut. Or I'll shut itfor you. Listen and learn, as if your life depended on it." He pulled on herhair. She did her best to stifle a cry of pain. "Because it does, you know?Your life is mine, to do with as I please."
"Don't hurt me…" The rest was cut off as he jammed a gag into andover her mouth. He let go of her hair to secure the gag's straps behind herhead.
"You are a stupid girl, aren't you? Don't you understand what quiet means?I talk, you listen. Get it?" He pinched her nostrils closed, cutting off herbreathing. Frightened, suffocating, she tried to pull away.
It was only seconds before he let go, letting in precious oxygen again. "Seehow easy it is? Do I have your undivided attention now?"
Her breathing returned to normal as she forced herself to calm down. Withthe gag in place she couldn't breathe through her mouth. She held herself asstill as she could, willing her protesting body not to move. Her heart waspounding from the adrenalin rush. She had to be more careful; anything couldprovoke him. She might not survive the next mistake.
How It Is
He stood next to the cage, holding onto one of the bars to keep it steady.Inside she didn't move. He knew she wouldn't even blink unless he told herfirst. Slowly he counted to thirty. Not a twitch, she was ready.
"You want to know why you are here, who I am, what will happen to you? Yourquestions will be answered, but not today. I will tell you what you need toknow, when I consider it necessary."
He stood back and gave the edge of the cage a hard shove. It spun aroundclockwise several times, and then unwound the other way. It went back and fortha few more times, eventually stopping.
"I did that," he whispered in her ear when the cage came to a stop. She hadn'tmoved. "Why? Because I can. Because you can't stop me. Remember that. It'sthe basis for our relationship from now on. You. Can't. Stop. Me." He punctuatedeach word by pushing against the cage.
"This is how it is. Right here, right now, I own you.Look at yourself, you can't even move unless I allow it. I own your body, Iwill own your mind and soul. And you, you will give them to me. You will struggle,you will try to resist and fight me, but deep in your heart you know you havealready lost. Any time, any place, anywhere I want I can claim you, and youcan't, you won't prevent it from happening. You are mine to do with as I please,from this moment on." Gently he caressed her shoulder, running the tips ofhis fingers down her arm.
Behind the blindfold she closed her eyes tight. She bit down on the gag,trying not to scream. Not to scream in pleasure. Her body was already betrayingher, showing its open desire for him. Even as she denied his words to herselfthe silent protests rang hollow. How had he known? She had never told anyone.
All those failed dates, looking for what she thought she wanted in a guybut never satisfied when she found it. Who was this man, that he could threatenher life, kidnap and hold her prisoner, and so easily make her squirm withdesire? Had he somehow peered into her dreams, the disturbing ones that cameto her day or night, the dreams that eerily echoed her present helpless state?
He started again. Knowing the consequences if she didn't pay strict attentionshe hung on his every word. "I don't care what you want. I don't care whatyou need. That's all gone now. Your only concern is what I demand from you,and how well you please me. You know the penalty for failure." He suddenlygrasped her breast with his hand and squeezed her erect nipple, hard. Evenwith the gag he could hear her moaning. "Perhaps you will also earn the rewardfor diligent obedience."
Backing up he looked her over as he walked around the cage. She didn't move,which was no surprise now. She was in full sexual arousal, which he expectedas well. She had been repressing her emotions, her real needs for far too long.As much as he wanted to consummate her arousal this was not the time. Therewas work left to be done.
Going around behind her he released the straps on the gag. Before takingit out of her mouth he gave her specific instructions. "As you can tell I'mgoing to take the gag out. You do not have permission to speak. Not one sound,understand? You will remain on your side and not move." He pulled the gag offher mouth. She worked her jaw to relieve some of the soreness, which he tacitlyallowed. The posture collar pushing up against her chin in combination withthe gag must have been very unpleasant.
Taking his time he went to the rear of the room to fetch the glass of waterhe had brought in for her. Over all the session had gone very well. Her responseshad been very close to what he expected. He picked up the glass with the strawin it and went back to stand in front of her. Inside her head would be a stormof conflicting emotions as she battled to try to understand what had happenedto her. He had no doubts as to how it would work out by the time he finished.Meanwhile he'd give her some time to sort it out on her own.
"Open your mouth, I brought you some water. There's a straw. Take as muchas you need." He held the straw up to her mouth through the bars of the cage.Thirsty, she grabbed the straw as soon as it touched her lips. He watched asthe water level dropped rapidly in the glass. When it emptied he pulled thestraw out of her mouth. "That's enough for now." He put the empty glass downon the floor behind him.
He took his watch out to check the time. It would take about a minute. Heclosed the watch and put it back in his pocket. There should be enough time.
He spun the cage around so that her face was close to his. Only the barrierof the cage bars separated them. "Did you know a cage can serve two purposes?There is the obvious one, to keep you in one place till your owner comes foryou." He didn't miss the shudder than coursed through her body. "But it canalso protect what is inside, protecting the valuable property inside from anyonewho happens to come by. I wonder, does this cage confine you?" He reached inand laid a hand on her hip. She tried to rise up to press against him. "Ordoes it protect you?" He released the outside latch on the cage. The door fellopen.
"Do you want to be safe? Do you want the cage to keep me out?" He reachedin and grabbed both her ankles with his hands. When he began to drag her outshe lost it, moaning uncontrollably and tossing from side to side. Then shestopped and went limp. The sedative in the water had kicked in.
The Morning After
When she woke up she was stretched out on the couch. On the TV Gilligan andthe Skipper were being chased by a gorilla. She hit the off button on the remote.
Sunlight streamed in through the window. The Styrofoam container of half-eatenbroccoli chicken was on the coffee table, still open. She sat up, trying tomake some sense of what had happened.
She still had on her clothes from work. Had the whole thing been a dream?She felt like she had just been on a hundred mile marathon. The first itemof business would be a hot bath. She stood up, gathered up the takeout andwent to the kitchen to put it in the fridge. It had been so real. So real shewas still sore, or was it from sleeping on the couch?
Peeking around the corner she saw the deadbolt was still closed and lockedon the front door. It must have been a dream. More like an erotic nightmareif she had to put a name to it. Idly she wondered what the significance wasof not seeing her mysterious abductor's face. She headed for the bathroom.
A hot bath cures all ills, even bad dreams. She dumped in the last of theextra special bath oil and turned on the bath faucet, as hot as she could take.She had plenty of time.
When she slid into the warm inviting water all her cares floated away. Still,she couldn't believe how real it had seemed. She remembered all of her dreamtoo, which was unusual. If only she had seen his face.
She picked up the big fluffy sponge and began scrubbing. She was workingon her left leg when the sponge fell out of her hand, unnoticed as it splashedinto the bath water. Along the outside of her leg, above the knee, was a longred streak. A red streak that exactly matched the length and width of the leatherbelt that had been used to bind her legs together.
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