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Stolen -8- Closet
🕑 Added 2020-08-25 17:58:07 +0000 UTC
Bonnie said, "I thought you might like to go to the bathroom. You know, before I lock you in the closet." She nodded toward the door with the padlock.
I stared in that direction. "What-what happened to Moose's last girlfriend?" I suddenly asked.
"Oh!" she said. "Layla is now with a rich businessman in Mexico City. I hear he spoils her rotten, not that Moose didn't do that, too."
I shook my head and squirmed in my bonds, whimpering. I didn't know whether I could believe her or not. And what did it mean that she was "with" someone? Had she been set free, escaped, or been sold? I was afraid to ask for more information.
"Moose would probably like to spoil you, too. If you cooperate," Bonnie added. This seemed to amuse her, but I shook my head again. I was a boy! I didn't want to be someone's spoiled girlfriend, especially not of a kidnapper.
"Don't start crying," she warned. "If you cry after I leave, you'll have to put up with being snot-faced until Moose gets back. Now, do you need to go to the bathroom or not?"
"Please," I said. "If you untie me, I can do this myself."
She snorted. "But would you let me tie you back up?"
I trembled.
"I didn't think so." She made a head gesture toward what I took to be the bathroom.
I stumbled that direction, almost moving like a sleepwalker.
Bonnie snorted. "So graceful," she commented.
I ignored her sneer and changed my questions, asking, "Where did Moose go, anyway? How long will he be gone? Why did he leave?"
"I don't know, probably a few hours, and I think..," she paused and emphasized that. "I think he went to make arrangements to get paid for what he and Earl stole."
I boggled a bit at that. Somehow I had forgotten that Moose and his partner were thieves. "What did they steal? Who's going to pay them?"
She squinted at me. "Do you think it would really be smart for the two of us to know shit like that?"
I shook my head after thinking for only a moment. The less I knew, the better for my chances of them letting me go.
I stepped into the bathroom, noting the oversize shower stall and huge separate tub. The facilities were built to Moose's scale, the walls painted a pale yellow, and the porcelain colored light blue.
Bonnie followed me in. "Now," she said. "Let me get that dress off you, and you can use the bathroom before I lock you up for the night."
I turned to face her, wondering vaguely how she would do this with my arms tied behind my back.
But it turned out to be easy. Bonnie simply untied the bows on the sleeves. The dress slipped down and off, then she pulled the padded underwear and gaff down while I sat on the toilet. "Can you pee while I'm in the room?" she asked. "Some people are bladder-shy."
I shook my head, I didn't think I was bladder-shy, not with three older siblings, but I didn't want her in the room, especially after pulling down my underwear for me. I hiccuped.
Bonnie stepped out of the bathroom, saying, "I'll wash your face for you when I come back to fix your undies."
I'd seen in the bathroom mirror what was left of the makeup she had put on me earlier. My crying jag had pretty much destroyed it. "Great," I muttered.
She didn't close the door but moved toward the huge bed, pulling a pillow off and then going out of sight.
I hiccuped at her. Life had taken such a surreal turn for me since I'd been kidnapped. My hands were taped behind me, each elbow in the palm of the opposite hand, wrists fastened to upper arms with velcro straps. I had on a corset, too, with some padding in the cups to make it look like I had cleavage. Strap-on sandals with blocky two-inch heels added to my humiliation.
My real gender was hardly concealed in my current state, but what I could see in the mirrors looked ambiguous at best. I hiccuped and sobbed and dribbled liquid into the toilet bowl.
"Jeez, Dolly," Bonnie called out from somewhere in the bedroom, "if you're going to keep crying, you'll be covered in snot by the time Moose gets back."
"I don't care," I sniffled. "Earl is going to kill me, or I'm going to get r-raped, and you're going to keep tying me up, and…. I'd wish I was dead, but I'm afraid of dying!" More hiccups and sobs.
"Who knew you were such a crybaby?" said Bonnie. "Earl's not going to touch you, and Moose isn't going to rape you or let anyone else do so, okay?"
"H-he-he practically raped me in the camper already," I protested.
She came to the door of the bathroom, and looked at me thoughtfully. "Did you enjoy any part of it?"
"It wasn't something I did w-willingly." I know I blushed, still sitting there on the toilet with my funny underwear around my ankles.
Speaking of which, Bonnie continued, "I know what I saw in those panties I cut off you." She smirked.
I closed my eyes and put my head down, trying to hunch my shoulders up enough to cover my face.
"You're right about me tying you up, though," she added.
I groaned.
After cleaning and drying me, which I couldn't do myself with my hands tied, Bonnie had me stand up then snugged my padded underwear back into place. This was an intimate operation on the threshold of mortal embarrassment.
With her standing so close to me, I could easily have done something to hurt her, but my hands would have still been tied, and I would still have been in the cabin with the homicidal Earl only a hallway away.
Bonnie led me to the closet and showed me the bed she'd made on the floor from pillows, blankets and unused winter clothing. "Cozy, huh?" she said.
I didn't say anything or even waste a glare on her fake cheerfulness.
She shrugged, then pointed at the bed. "Kneel down in the middle there," she told me.
She hadn't put the dress back on me, so I was wearing only the corset, padded shorts and sandals. It made kneeling easier, even with my hands behind my back. I did, asking, "Weren't you going to tie my feet together so I can't run?"
"No, no," she said, pulling out a couple of her velcro and leather contraptions. "You could still kick down the door tied that way. This is better." She quickly used the restraints to fasten my ankles to my upper thighs, leaving me sitting on my feet and unable to straighten my legs at the knee.
"Be right back," she said. "Don't go away," she added with cheerful irony.
I sat there, realizing and feeling my complete helplessness. I tried not to cry, but I couldn't help it. My nose was quickly plugged again, and what few tears I had left ran down my cheeks.
Bonnie returned with a glass of water with a straw, and some pills in a small cup. "Jeez, you're such a waterworks, Dolly!" she complained.
I didn't say I was sorry because I wasn't. At least I wasn't still hiccoughing.
She gave me the pills to swallow with sips of water while she held the glass. "A muscle relaxant so you don't get cramps and a pain reliever in case you do, anyway," she explained. "I'm supposed to give you a sleeping pill, too, but with all the crying you do, you might get in trouble not breathing and not wake up."
I blinked. She sounded genuinely concerned.
She held something else up, another leather restraint. "This is a gag, but I ain't gonna use it for the same reason. Okay?" I nodded. "Just don't go shouting or screaming to attract Earl's attention."
"I won't," I promised.
"You can lay on your side to take a nap," she suggested. Then she knelt on the makeshift bed and pushed her face up to mine. "It makes me hot to tie someone up or get tied up myself. Are you hot?"
Before I could answer, she kissed me passionately, with force, and her tongue deep in my mouth. Then she stood and walked out of the closet, pulling the cord that turned out the light as she went. She closed the door, and I heard her using the padlock.
In the dark, my breath came fast. I tried to slow it down; hyperventilating myself into a faint would be bad. "Bonnie!" I called out, involuntarily struggling against my bonds in the darkness.
"Shh," she commanded me. "Just lie there and think of Moose finding you, all helpless. Think of the things he could do to you." She giggled.
"And don't scream," she added. I heard the lock snap shut.
