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A Night in the Desert

Chapter 8

Chapter VIII

Sue Ann stood in the road facing the stranger. He looked her up and down but said nothing. It looked like he had bribed them to let her go, or at least deliver her to this spot. She looked around behind her. Inhospitable desert was all she saw, and the car dwindling in the distance. She looked back to him, and after a moment's hesitation held out her bound wrists.

"I seem to be in some difficulty here, could you help?" She smiled at him. She had no idea why he had saved her but she was grateful. She hoped he would help her hide from the police. It would be nice to get out of these restraints and the prison uniform. Finally luck was turning her way.

He stood there, looking at her, the keys to her restraints in his hand. She looked at the keys, then back at him, smiling again. He didn't move. She was puzzled. Why didn't he free her? She was anxious, unsure as to what she should do. An uneasy feeling that this was no rescue made her nervous. He was an unknown quantity; he could be anything from knight in shining armor to psychopathic serial murderer.

He came forward, went around to her side. She stood still as he did something with the belt. She tried to look over her shoulder but couldn't see what it was. A moment later the belt was loose, slipping off her waist. One hand holding the belt, he unlocked the handcuffs with the other. Rubbing her wrists she watched him go back to the van, open the door and put the restraints inside. He turned back to look at her.

Now she was more uncertain that ever. He had freed her, so it was unlikely he was going to hurt her. It was quite a relief, since she had expected a brutal murder just a few minutes before. Still he had not spoken. She was more confused than scared now. What did he want? There was one way to find out.

"Thanks for taking those things off. And I want to thank you for saving me from going to Mexico." She hoped that was accurate. "I don't know who you are, or why you are helping me, but I want you to know I really appreciate it. You are the first one to help me since this whole episode began. Umm, what happens next?"

"You have two choices." Finally he spoke. There was something about his voice that was familiar. "You can come with me, or go your own way. If you choose the latter, you are on your own. But if you come with me, understand you do so on my terms." What did he mean by that, she wondered? There was something definitely she recognized in his voice, but she couldn't place it.

"If you choose to come with me, then I own you . No conditions, no limits, no guarantees. You will belong to me and I will use you as I wish. You will have no freedom, no privacy, no possessions. My word will be absolute. I will control you, mind and body."

Realization hit Sue Ann like a physical blow. It was him, from that night in the desert. Everything suddenly made sense to her. Her diary had been in her purse, in the trunk of the car. The same car with the keys on the front seat , she realized. The keys he had taken and later dangled in front of her. He had read that diary, and that meant he had all her bank codes. He had been the one who robbed the bank. He was responsible for her being arrested, her life destroyed.

" It was you ! You did this to me. Why?" She could barely control her rage. Every swear word she knew came to mind, but for some reason she couldn't explain she held back.

"Why? Because I want you, Sue Ann. Not the woman who sits in her office and dreams, I want the Sue Ann in the diary, the one who wants a life at the feet of her master. That's the choice you have now. Bring that dream to life, or turn your back on it forever. You have to decide now."

He turned away from her and opened the door to the van. Her anger evaporated on hearing his answer. She looked around, at the barren desert all around her. The car with the Mexicans was out of sight, but she could see a dust cloud in the distance. At the sound of the van door closing she turned back to face him. "Are you going to just leave me here? What will I do, where will I go?" She had nothing, except the clothes on her back. Jail issue clothes she suddenly remembered. The first person to see her would call the police.

He started the van's engine then rolled down the window. "If you choose to go your own way, then what you do is no concern of mine." The van started to move as he backed into the road.

Panicked, she looked around once more. She was stranded in the desert with nowhere to go and no one to turn to for help. Even if by some remote chance the police believed a wild tale of a mysterious stranger and let her go, she didn't want to go back to her old life. She had been more alive that night, as his prisoner, than she had ever felt before.

" Wait ! Please, stop. I'll go with you." She shouted at him, afraid he might not hear her and drive off. But the van stopped. She heard the motor shut off, and then he got out again. She was trembling, with fear she would be left behind, and with anticipation, knowing she had made a momentous decision that would affect her for a lifetime.

"Be very sure this is what you want Sue Ann. If you come with me you can't change your mind and walk away. This will be the last time you ever have the independence to decide on your own. Have no doubt of what you are agreeing to, you will surrender your very life to me, to do with as I please."

"I understand. Please, take me with you." She dropped her eyes, looking at the desert in front of her feet. She couldn't look him in the eye.

"Look at me" he ordered. She looked up, in his hand was the transport belt and cuffs he had taken off her a few minutes before. "Show me you mean it. Put these back on. Present yourself to me as you did that night." He held the restraints out to her. She stepped forward and reached out to take them.

He pulled back. "No, I mean the same way you were that night in the desert, at the mine, the night you came to me."

She stopped, confused. What did he mean? She thought back to that night, when she had started to walk back down the road, when he had appeared behind her. She had turned after hearing him rattle the keys…

Of course, she knew what he meant. She began to unbutton the blouse. He watched as she took off the jail uniform, dropping the clothes in the dirt. She hesitated a moment when all that was left were the jail issue slippers, then took those off as well. At that point he held out the leather belt and the handcuffs.

She knew what to do next. She placed the transport belt around her waist, with the ring and cuffs behind her. She pulled the belt tight so that it could not slip over her hips, then pressed the locking button on the buckle. She turned so her back was to him, then reached behind and placed the cuffs on her wrists, closing them far enough that she could not slip her wrists out. The she turned back to him and lowered her eyes silently, submitting herself to him.

He opened the side van door as she finished. He grabbed one arm and forced her inside. There were no rear seats; instead the back of the van was open, like cargo models, but carpeted. She lay on her side where he had thrown her, waiting. He got in next to her. He rolled her on her stomach, face to one side. He straddled her legs, facing away from her. He crossed her ankles, then tied them with some type of strap, crossing her ankles and pulling the strap tight. She recognized the feel; it was one of those nylon cable ties police used as temporary handcuffs. They had to be cut off. He dropped her now securely bound ankles and knelt by her side. She couldn't see what he was doing but felt another nylon tie go around her knees. He pulled it tight, binding her legs firmly together. She felt his hands on her wrists as he double locked the handcuffs.

Still on her stomach, he straddled her again, but this time facing toward her head. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back; she cried out in pain but said nothing. She wasn't able; he had filled her mouth with some type of gag. She felt the straps tighten behind her head. Instinctively she tried to push out the gag with her tongue but it didn't move. She had seen many types of gags on Internet sites but never had the nerve to try one. It was effective in silencing her, the best she could manage with the gag in place was an inarticulate murmur.

He wasn't finished. Next came some kind of leather hood pulled over her head. There seemed to be vents so she could breathe through her nose, but her sight was blocked. She felt heavy leather straps sewn into the hood tighten around her head, under her chin. It didn't cut off outside sounds completely but the hood did make it harder for her to hear. She had never been so deprived of her senses before. This was far more intense than the crude blindfold he had used that first night. She could not slip the hood off; she might not be able to remove it at all if the hood straps had locks. She had no way to reach the straps with her hands behind her back. She couldn't get to the gag without removing the hood first. No doubt that was intentional planning on his part.

He got off her but left her on her stomach. He grabbed her legs and shifted her over several inches, toward the center of the van. He dropped her legs but moved her ankles a bit to the right. She felt another nylon tie wrap around her ankles, but when he tightened it her ankles were pulled down against a ring set in the floor of the van. A cargo anchor point, she realized. He yanked at her ankles to ensure her legs were secured.

That scared her. In her self-bondage session she had never tied or chained herself to something else. She always had the ability to crawl or wiggle. She had been afraid something would go wrong and she would be trapped for days in her own bonds. Now she was truly immobilized, secured to that spot in the van. He didn't stop with her ankles though. Two more ties went round her arms to rings next to her shoulders. As he tightened them her arms were pulled out and down, pinning her to the floor. He slapped her once on her bare behind, laughed, and then climbed into the driver seat. She heard the engine start.

She tried to twist or somehow turn on her side. He had done a thorough job, as she couldn't move. There was just enough tension on her arms to make it painful if she tried to change her position. Her ankles were solidly tied down; she couldn't move them at all. As long as she didn't try to turn to either side the ties through her cuffed arms were bearable. The waist belt under her was uncomfortable but the buckle was flat and didn't hurt. Sue Ann had never been bound so tightly. Strangely, she found it exciting more than frightening.

He backed out of the turnoff and drove down the dirt road. She didn't know which direction; she had lost track being preoccupied with her new captor. She had no idea where he was taking her. She was fortunate that the road seemed to be in good shape. In her current position she felt every bump the van hit. But for the gag she would have asked him to let her up. She tried to shout to get his attention but she doubted he even heard what little sound made it around the gag.

They drove for some time. He stopped once and came back to check her. His hands running along her body made her moan; for that she was glad he had gagged her. She was embarrassed at how easily his touch aroused her. Satisfied she was all right he drove on. For Sue Ann her world was reduced to the darkness of her hood, the pressure of her bonds on her naked body, and the jolts from the road. Even when confined in her jail cell she had never felt so helpless, so controlled as she did now.

The trip could have been hours or all day, Sue Ann had no idea of the distance or direction they had traveled in the van. She was relieved to hear him cut the engine when he did stop. It meant they had arrived instead of another stop to check on her. She heard him open his door, and then the side door slid open as well. She turned her head to face it but could see nothing through the hood. He worked quietly, cutting only the ties that held her down on the floor of the van. He pulled her out of the van by her legs, then picked her up in his arms and slung her over his shoulder, head down behind his back, his arm around her still firmly tied legs in front.

A very undignified position , Sue Ann thought to herself. She heard doors open and close as he took her someplace. Once or twice it sounded like he used a key, but she couldn't be sure. She was getting dizzy from hanging head down over his shoulder. She couldn't see anything and the hood deadened most sounds. She thought it might have extra padding around her ears for that purpose. Finally they stopped and he set her down on the floor. She couldn't stand with her crossed ankles tied together. He lowered her to the floor onto her side. The concrete floor was cold to her bare skin.

He reached behind her head and unbuckled the hood. As he pulled it off she blinked at the light. She was in a small room with a bare concrete floor and unpainted cinder block walls. The ceiling appeared to be concrete with a fluorescent light fixture built into it. There was a pillow or cushion on the floor in front of her. He picked her up under her arms and set her down on the cushion in a kneeling position. She watched as he took another nylon tie, slipped it under the ones holding her ankles, then around her right thigh. He pulled it tight, forcing her to remain in a kneeling position with her ankles tied to the back of her leg. Then he used another one around her left thigh. He stood in front of her.

Before him Sue Ann knelt at his feet. Her legs were tied together; she could neither stand nor spread her legs. Her hands remained locked in unyielding steel handcuffs behind her back, held tight to the transport belt around her body. The gag kept her silent. She looked up at him, holding very still as he inspected her. She straightened her back as she realized she had been leaning forward. The cuffs pulled her arms back, making her bared breasts stick out. She was very conscious of her exposed sexuality under his unrestricted gaze. She looked into his eyes, then immediately dropped her head and looked at the floor in front of him. She had seen raw, feral power there. She saw his desire for her, which somehow pleased her, but something else as well. Something which she could not name but stirred an answering emotion in her. She started to tremble but forced herself to stop.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, leaning over the back of the chair while staring at her. She didn't move, trying to focus on one spot on the floor. Somehow she knew it was important that she do nothing to challenge him.

"Very good," he told her. "Hold your position until I tell you otherwise. You will listen while I talk. From now on you will not speak unless I have given you permission. You will wear that gag as long as I wish, but when I take it off you still do not have permission to talk. If you understand nod your head." Sue Ann nodded in agreement but kept her eyes focused on the floor. "Good. You will have a great many more rules to learn, but we will get to that later. For now, remember rule one: I own you, you will obey me, without question, without hesitation.

"I have risked my own liberty to bring you here, to rescue you from prison and worse. I was not pleased to learn you had been arrested; I had intended to claim you for myself. When I found out about the extradition I made some arrangements with associates in Mexico. It was expensive to buy you but less risky that breaking you out of a maximum security prison. But understand this: you are now a fugitive in two countries. If you are caught you will be sent to Mexico and then back here for your sentence. You will likely get a few more years for escaping. Any idea what a Mexican prison is like? It's worse than you can imagine. For you it would be a death sentence.

"No one will believe your story that a mysterious stranger in the desert set you up. Think of how it would sound, and what would you use for proof? No names. No locations, a poor description, no one would take you seriously.

"You have no one but me now. If it gets out you have escaped, every hand will be turned against you. Your picture will be on wanted posters in the Post Office. The police will be looking for you. Strangers on the street will turn you in if they recognize you from the picture in the paper. You have no friends, no one you can turn to for help or support. Only me, and only because I own you ."

Sue Ann knelt before him, careful not to move but shaken inside from his words. He was right. She had nothing now. Her survival depended solely on this stranger. She didn't even know his name, but she did know he spoke the truth. Not that she was a hunted fugitive, but that he owned her. She knew it. It had come from within her, the overwhelming desire to surrender herself to him, to be his in all respects, mind, body, and spirit.

He stood up, went behind her and untied the gag. She worked her jaw to relieve the pain as he removed it. She did not turn to look at him, nor did she make a sound. He returned to his chair, watching her closely.

He continued. "The night in the desert when we met I saw your true nature. At that moment I decided to take you for myself. Your arrest disrupted my plans to acquire you." He talked about her like she was some kind of object, a commodity to be bought or sold. "Fortunately I was able to adjust my plans and now you are here. Forget about your past life. All your perceptions of right and wrong, of propriety, how you should behave, will change. Starting now, I will teach you what you need to know.

"Every aspect of your life is under my direct control. When in doubt as to what you should do, stop and ask. I make all decisions for you. Obey me and you will learn to enjoy your new life. Defy me and you will be punished. I will not tolerate the smallest sign of disobedience.

"You have no rights. You have no possessions. You are the possession now. Learn to think in those terms. Even your body is mine to do with as I choose." He stood up and pushed the chair aside. Kneeling in front of her he put a hand under her chin, forcing her head back and upward till she was looking in his eyes. "I control your mind. I tell you what to think, to believe. You no longer have a free will; I own that too." His eyes locked onto her. She couldn't look away; the power of his words held her mind as surely as his bonds held her body.

He reached behind her to pick something up. She heard the rattle of a chain, and then the metal collar touched her throat as he closed it around her neck. His hands rested on her shoulders as he worked to fasten it shut at the back of her neck. She could see the metal chain running from under her chin down to the floor and then behind her. He grabbed the chain and jerked it, pulling her head forward. Satisfied the collar was in place, he cut the ties holding her legs together, then the ones around her ankles.

"Stand up. Don't turn around, eyes front," he ordered. He lifted her up off the floor. Her legs were stiff and sore from the prolonged bondage but she managed to keep her balance and stand with his help. The weight of the chain pulled on the collar. Standing at her side he unlocked the waist belt, then removed the handcuffs. She wanted to rub her wrists; they were sore from wearing the cuffs in a tightly restrained position for such a long time. But she was unsure of what he wanted, so she left her arms hanging loosely at her side.

He faced her again. "So far you have done well. If you continue to behave I'll leave these off for now." He held up the handcuffs and transport belt he had just taken off. "The collar you wear is attached to the back wall. It allows you to move about this room but not reach the door. You do not have permission to leave this room. You will eat here, sleep here, and work here. I will provide everything you need.

"I'm sure you want to ask many questions. I'm not going to answer any of them. I will tell you what you need to know, when you need to know it. You are to remain silent at all times. You will not speak when I am here, or after I leave you alone. Do you understand?" She looked up at him, nodded, and lowered her eyes again. It was frustrating not being able to talk. She didn't like the collar tethering her to the wall either but it was a definite improvement over what she had been wearing most of the day.

"Whenever I enter this room, or any time the door is open," he gestured to the cushion she had been on, "your position will be to kneel, sitting back on your heels, back straight, facing the door, hands on your knees. You will remain in that position unless I tell you otherwise. Assume that position now." Sue Ann immediately knelt on the cushion, facing the door, hands on her legs. The chain on her collar hung between her breasts and draped across her left thigh. He slowly walked around her, stopping behind her. She concentrated on holding still, trying her best to obey his command. Had she missed something? He was still behind her. She was worried, what would he do if she had forgotten some detail?

He finished his inspection and returned to face her. "You learn quickly, I like that. Now remember, you will assume this position whenever the door opens, and whenever I enter. When I leave, and only after the door closes, then you will remain in position while you slowly count to fifty. At that point you have permission to break position and move around the room. You may stand or sit but you are not allowed to sleep until I give you permission. Do you understand?"

Sue Ann nodded to show she understood her orders. He was particularly strict; she would need to pay close attention to what he said and memorize his instructions. He turned and walked out of the room. At the doorway he stopped to look at her once again. Instinctively she could feel his desire for her, how he enjoyed exercising such power in controlling her. He closed the heavy steel door. She heard him engage some type of locking bolt or bar on the outside of the door. Looking up she also saw there was no doorknob on the inside. She could make out the outlines of several narrow slots cut into the door, but all were covered. No sounds penetrated the door; she couldn't tell if he was still outside or had left.


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