Stolen -9- Darkness

 I heard Bonnie leave the bedroom outside my closet prison and the door to the hallway close. She had locked the closet door already, and now I heard her turn a key in the door to Moose’s room. I was doubly locked in as well as my hands bound behind me and my ankles taped to my thighs.

I lay alone in the darkness, trying to resist the urge to panic. Tears tried to start, but they wouldn’t be any help, and with no way to wipe my nose, might make breathing more difficult, and certainly more unpleasant.

I tried to keep my cool as best I could, counting as I breathed in, held my breath for a moment, and breathed out to another count. Some strange bit of yoga technique I’d picked up somewhere, but it did a lot to help me stay calm.

Moose would be back and free me. “He promised,” I heard myself say aloud. It might be hours, and he was just another of my captors, but he became my hope, my wished-for savior, even as at the same time, I knew I would not have been in this predicament if he had not stolen me from the street.

I tried to adjust my position for more comfort. With my bonds, this was difficult. Bonnie had made a nest of pillows and bedclothes on the closet floor, and I ended up burrowing into them awkwardly.

The best position turned out to be lying on my side, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable. I managed to maneuver, so I had a pillow under my cheek. I still wore the corset, gaff, panties and high heel shoes, along with the velcro tape of the restraints, all of which added to my discomfort.

“Dammit,” I muttered, and I wasn’t usually one to curse. It all felt unreal, lying there, helpless in the darkness.

The little room smelt of Moose, I realized. These were his clothes, hanging unseen from the rails around three sides. Those were his shoes, the most potent scent, masculine feet and drying leather. 

“Moose?” I called out a question, but of course, no one answered.

He had to come soon. How long had it been? Only minutes. How long would it be until he came? Hours at least. My breath had gotten ragged again, and I knew I would begin crying if I didn’t get it under control.

Count the breaths in, two, three, four. Hold, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four. Don’t gasp—just breathe. Two, three, four.

There’s a tiny bit of light that comes in from under the door. There are Moose’s shoes in the corner where Bonnie must have piled them in a heap to make room for my pillows and blankets; he would never have left them in such disarray.

Moose liked things tidy and neat. And he liked me. I didn’t understand that—it even frightened me. He wanted me to be his girl, even though he knew I was a boy. He called me ‘Dolly,’ told me to call myself Dolly.

He had done things with me on the bed in the camper, which left me confused and ashamed. Every time I breathed in, I could smell him, there in the darkness beside me, but he wasn’t really there.

“Moose,” I whispered. Moose, come save me. “You promised.”

I tried to find another comfortable position, wriggling around, but it wasn’t going to happen; I just ended up in the same place as before with a little less material between me and the floor.

I strained against the bonds, but Bonnie must have been an expert—there was no slack, no edge to pry against. And even the bonds on my thighs were out of my sight.

I bit my lip to keep from screaming.

The darkness and silence, and perhaps the pills Bonnie had given me, began to numb my attentiveness. I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but I felt myself drifting off to sleep. I tried to change position, to find some arrangement that offered more comfort but, really, I couldn’t do much more than wiggle.

Asleep, I relived my capture, the long ride in the camper, and Bonnie’s ministrations after arriving at the cabin. Moose held me and told me my name was Dolly now. Earl snarled on the grass after knocking me off my bike. Bonnie taped my hands behind me. My mother sent me off to buy chopped garlic.

“Be careful and don’t get kidnapped,” she warned me. Yeah, thanks, Mom.

Moose and I did… whatever it was we did in the back of the camper. It felt good, but I was ashamed. I may have moaned in my sleep.

I woke in total black and quiet. It must be night, I thought. The glimmer of light that had come from under the door was gone. Had I heard something?

I listened intently, hoping that maybe I had heard Moose at the front door, or the sound of tires on the gravel driveway, or even a key in the locks on the doors. I fell asleep again, trying to hear something, anything.

Moose came in the darkness and put a big hand on me. I tried to say his name, but he warned me to be quiet. He put his hand between my legs and rubbed me there, right through the padded panties and the gaff. I gasped, and it woke me up.

No Moose. No hand on my crotch. I squeezed my thighs together and rubbed them against each other. It didn’t produce any climax, but it felt good, even comforting. I tried to think of some of the girls I had known while doing this, or someone famous for being sexy.

But I kept thinking of Moose and what we had done in the camper. I had been a virgin, maybe I still was. I wasn’t sure if what we had done counted. Did that make me gay? Another unanswerable question.

I definitely heard something, but after a while decided it must be the motor of a refrigerator or something similar. I drifted off to sleep and dreamed of searching for something I couldn’t name.

When I woke this time, the light under the door was back, but different, a soft gray instead of gold. Morning.

My mouth felt and tasted awful. I hadn’t brushed my teeth last night or eaten any supper, and I needed to pee again. I lay quietly, listening. Slowly, the house woke up. The usual creaks, pops and groans as temperatures adjusted to sunlight, but then I heard people moving around.

A sudden banging almost scared me into pissing myself. Earl’s voice came through two locked doors. “You alive in there, cunt?”

He reminded me that I was supposed to be a girl as far as he knew, so I pitched my voice high. “I am,” I said. “I need to pee.”

“That’s how you know, huh?” he laughed. “Bonnie will get you up after she gets my coffee and eggs, just hold your water. You make a mess, she’ll paddle you good.”

“I’m—I….” I wanted to ask about Moose, but I didn’t, and I heard Earl move away from the door. I lay there, trembling until I was sure he was gone.

A bit later, I smelled coffee and bacon, signs that Bonnie was in the kitchen, making breakfast. My mouth watered. I didn’t drink coffee, but the bacon smelled good and made my mouth water and my stomach complain.

Unbelievably, I dozed off again and woke up when I heard someone unlocking the door to the hallway. “M-Moose?” I called out.

Bonnie laughed. “No, it’s me.” She got the door to the room open and then was outside the closet. “Looking forward to Moose getting back?” She laughed. “Probably this afternoon, Pretty Dolly.”

I heard her working on the closet door lock while my insides did flip flops. Was it because I thought Moose would release me from Bonnie’s bondage? Or…?

Bonnie got the door undone, opened the door and turned on the light. I blinked in the glare while she beamed down at me. “You survived,” she commented with a giggle. “You look a bit messy but so cute! Moose is going to eat you up.”

“I—I—I need to pee,” I stammered, blushing.

“I bet you do,” she agreed. She knelt beside me and, in two quick motions for each, undid my leg bonds.

I groaned in relief, then in pain as I tried to flex my muscles. Still kneeling, Bonnie began to massage my legs. “Take it easy, no hurry.” She grinned. “Bet you’d rather it was Moose doing this, huh?”

I blinked at her.

“Those big strong hands all over you, you’d probably feel better fast, huh?” She slapped the side of one thigh and giggled. Then she leaned in even closer and whispered to me, “You getting hot, girl? Thinking about your guy?” 

“I don’t know,” I said, trying not to lie.

“Oh, I bet you do, Pretty Dolly.” She winked. “I just bet you do.”