One of my newer stories, still needs to be continued. I know how it will end, and I am going to get there, sooner or later. Enjoy the read.
Chapter 1
I do not remember
what the name of the town was. What I do remember is that I arrived on a
rainy afternoon, after a damn long drive. The place was easy to figure out: It was an old mining town,
situated between hills and creeks, with old factories still towering
over the scenery. Once it must have been bustling with workers and
trucks. Now it was mostly bustling with memories of the 'good old
times'. The old train station looked like a ruin.
But
as I steered my truck across main street I saw a surprising amount of
young people. Seemed like there was a college nearby.
The bars were crowded. Somehow that made
me curious, and also I had been alone for a long time. So I checked into the local motel and then went on a stroll downtown to get a drink in one of the pubs.
And that's how it happened. That's how I met Lily.
I entered this fake irish pub and there she was, standing right at the bar. Part of the crowd, but at the same time completely alone. She was in her early
twenties, so about fifteen years younger than me. Blonde hair in a pixie cut, pretty blue eyes, a cute face. A petite girl, but her shoulders and arms were well-trained and I guessed that she was some kind of athlete, maybe a swimmer or a climber. A climber would have been the correct guess, I later found out.
There was something tough
about her, something stubborn and unruly. Her clothes - faded
jeans, dirty sneakers, a shabby leather-jacket - did not look like the
kind of fake vintage bullshit so many young people wore. Her eyes were a bit tired. There are people who never really grow up and there are those who figure out early how the world works. This girl looked like she had wisened up pretty fast.
I ordered a drink and I watched her, out of simple curiosity. So I got a chance to observe what she did with the boys. And this was what really got me interested in her, because it was hilarious.
Like I said, the place was stuffed. Every few minutes, one of the college boys would hit on her. She suffered their clumsy attempts with worldweary paitence. She let them test their routine. She nodded and answered, and slowly it dawned on each and every one of them, that she was taking the piss. None of those boys lasted longer then three minutes. And when they turned around her smile
would get a little more cheeky and she would take another sip from her
drink.
I had been standing near her for a while when she turned to me. Her elbow was on the bar, her chin in her palm. "You've been watching me for aout an hour now", she said. "So come on, be honest. Do you think I'm an asshole?"
I shrugged. "No, you just don't suffer fools lightly. That's okay. What would be the alternative? Would you want to be a 'nice' girl if that meant you had to suck all their dicks?"
She was surprised, but not annoyed. She grinned and nodded."I don't blame them for wanting to fuck me. But I came to
town to meet a friend, not to get laid. And I just found out my friend isn't
even here. She just texted me that she decided to drop out of college. She's going to stay with her parents for the weekend. And in this whole town she was the only fucking person that I liked."
"That's tough", I said with a smirk. "College isn't about learning stuff. It's all about the people. It's about new friends and lovers and adventures and parties. It's a chance to reinvent yourself."
"You know, that is pretty much how I thought about it", she said. "But maybe I was wrong. I'll always stay the way I am, and there's just escaping from it. I'm too screwed up for a second chance."
She was a loner and a little awkward, and I got to be honest: Girls like her were excellent victims for a guy like me. They were the ones that often fell through the cracks anyways, and since they did not have many friends, few people would really notice when they were gone.
But right she was simply a sweet young woman to have a casual conversation with.
She interested me, but only because I liked her. Even a guy like me does not run across the country, pointlessly abducting strangers. I usually get paid very well to do that, and no one had paid me to bag and tag this girl.
I just wanted to have a drink and a conversation. I fucking swear it. You know, I don't have it easy. When you are essentially in
the business of abduction and human trafficking you sometimes have complicated emotional landscapes to navigate.
"No one is too screwed up for a new life", I said. And I meant it. "You aren't one person you are many. What society expects from you, whatever confines your human condition has put you in, can be changed, unlocked or transformed. We all just play roles, everyday. And the roles can change, whether we want that or whether life just makes it happen."
We stared at each other.
"Well, that came out more intense than I expected", I said, and she burst out laughing.
We kept talking. Then we
shared a joint behind the bar. She told me about how fucked up her family was and how glad she had been to mve out when she was 17. She had worked hard
for a stipend, but now that she had made it to college she found it disappointing. She she hated all
those pretentious twentysomethings who thought they had it all figured
out. She had arrived only three months ago and already was bored to death in this town.
She expected me to open up too. Since I could not tell her who I was or why I
was in town, I made up something about my job as a trucker and
an ex-wife in Florida.
"Huh", she said a little
perplexed. "You don't seem like that type. You are a little rough around
the edges, but..." She softly shook her head and looked at me with more
curiosity.
"Well, maybe you are a trucker. I doubt that you are
just that." We shared a few more jokes and then we started to make out, and not
much later we were in my motel room on the bed, undressing each other.
Her body was as lithe and smooth as I had imagined
it, but with some scars on her forearms that showed she once had been
cutting herself. Some of those fine white lines were hidden behind a sleeve tattoo: green ivy
vines wrapping themselves around her left wrist and arm all the way up
to her shoulder, interspersed with tiny lilys. I kissed it. Her skin was
warm and soft smelled wonderful.
Maybe it was that
tattoo, or maybe it was just my general inclination towards those
things. But as we were naked on the bed, kissing and gettig more and
more intimate, I decided to test the waters: I took the handcuffs out of
my pocket and showed them to her.
She hesitated for a moment, a
little doubt flickering behind those deep, green eyes. Then she kissed
me again and grinned, and pressed more firmly against me. "That's fine",
she whispered and then offered her wrists to me. "If you do this right I
won't need my hands anyways." That was a playful little joke, but there
was more to it: She wanted the handcuffs and did not want to outright
admit it. She teased because that way, she could pretend it was all just a joke.
But I could see how it turned her on when I slipped the cuffs around her wrists
and tightened them. Lily was warming up fast, a new kind of look
on her face. This was not the first time somebody had tied or cuffed her. Maybe I had seen something in her. But maybe she had recognized something in me as well.
In the hour after I had her chained to the bed,
I made damn sure that she had no reason to complain. We both got what
we needed, and more than that. There was just enough tenderness and
roughness, sweat and kisses. At one point I put my thumb into her mouth
and she dug her teeth into it as if it was a horses bit. Later, I grabbed her wrists, pinned her down with my weight and, while fucking her, slowly tightened the cuffs until the metal pressed into her skin. She moaned, but did not complain. She shuddered and mewled and came, and for a while did not stop cumming, and finally
collapsed, glistening with sweat, smiling blissfully.
For a while we did not talk, we just enjoyed how great the sex had been. There was some after play, and more kisses.
A
little later she asked me: "Hey, can you turn on the tv?" That request
made me laugh under my breath. I was sitting next to her now, we were
both cooling off. I offered her a cigarette. I had to hold it to her
lips because her hands were still cuffed to the headboard of the bed.
It's a little quirk I have: I like to see how long it takes until a girl
will ask to be unchained.
Lily did not ask me immediately to be released, so I turned the TV on, enjoyed her smell, shared that cigarette with her.
And
then something deeply fucked up happened: That TV had about a million
channels, and on one of those - actually on a fairly obscure local news
channel from different state - they were showing the portrait of a guy.
The subline said "Police in Tampa, Florida searching for suspect in
disappearance of five women." They did not have a foto of the man, but
they had a pretty good sketch. The guy was kind of good-looking, maybe a
little rough around the edges. He seemed a little above thirty, with
dark, curly hair and a pronounced jawline, blue eyes and a nose that was
not ugly-looking, but definitely had been broken at least once in the
past. I zapped to another channel within two seconds, but the damage had
been done. Because that guy was definitely me.
Lily had seen it
too. For a heartbeat she said nothing, then from the corner of my eyes I
could see her swallow. But she was impressively fast in getting her act
together. "Hey, can you see if you find any cartoons?" She asked this
as if she had not recognized me. Her chaaks had been flushed from the
sex before, now they turned a deeper red. "I'm in the mood for some
silly bullshit."
I smiled at her and got up from the bed. "What,
you did not have enough silly bullshit for one night already?" I leaned
forwards, kissed her forehead, stroked her tits. I made a decision in
that second. I was kind of sorry for the girl, but I was also a
professional. And I had to take care of this situation now, the best way
I could.
"Hey, I just realized that the key to the handcuffs is
in my jacket, and my jacket's still on the drivers seat. Let me get the
key and then release you from those thngs." I winked at her and I could
see the deep relief in her eyes. She quickly nodded. "Geez, I knew there
was something else I wanted to mention." Her smirk looked almost real.
So
I went out of the room and I wwalked across the parking lot fast. My
mind was racing, but I have been living a pretty risky life for years,
and so I had no problem calculating my chances. It was a shabby motel
and no one had seen us enter. There seemed to be only a few cameras. In
the bar, some people wold remember her and some would remember me. Even
fewer would remember having seen us together, in the dark behind the
bar. How long until someone would miss the girl? How many suspects would
there be? How fast could I drive?
The keys to the cuffs had been
in my pocket all the time. But from my truck I got some other things I
needed: A roll of duct tape, a rubberfoam-ball and a small bottle of
ether. I wished I had more professional equipment with me, but most of
that I had been forced to leave back in motherfucking Tampa, Florida. So
for now - until I found a trustworthy supplier - this stuff would have
to suffice. But that was okay. I knew how to make these things work.
When
I came back into the hotel room, I could see that Lily was more
nervous. Her wrists were slightly red, obviously because, while I was
gone for a minute, she had tried to free herself of the cuffs. She
smiled at me, but that smile did not reach her eyes.
"Hey there
you are. Have you found the key? Because as soon as I can use my hands
again, I'd like to say thank you for this sexy night!" I admired her.
She had been dealt a bad hand, but she played it with a lot of style.
Sure,
here they are. I took the key out of my pocket and showed it to her. I
smiled and sat down on the bed next to her. I leaned forward and,
instead of immediately unlocking the cuffs, I gave her a kiss. She
tasted great. As we kissed and the tip of her tongue moved against my
lips, I cupped her left breast with one hand, then ran my hand upwards,
grabbed her short hair and pulled her head back a little. When the kiss
ended, I looked into her eyes from close up.
"I know you recognized me, Lily. And you know I can't let you go now, don't you?"
She
was clever, and she had obviously been suspecting something like this.
She immediately started to scream, but she was still inhaling air for
full volume when I already pressed the ether-soaked piece of cloth
against her mouth. I held her head firm with my other hand, and I used
all my weight to pin her down on the bed.
In movies, ether or
chloroform works within a second. In reality, it takes time. It's a
struggle, even when a lightweight female is being chloroformed be a
muscular male. Even when that female is in as disadvantageous a position
as Lily was. She groaned and struggled, she tried to scream with the
rag half over and half in her mouth. Her head jerked back and forth and
her legs kicked out under me like crazy.
She did everything she
could to throw me off, and all the while her green eyes were wide as
saucers, staring at me in anger and shock. I did of course develop a
massive boner while I fought with her. It's in my nature. I had not seen
her as prey before, she had just been a pretty one night stand. But
now, through sheer chance, she had turned into my prey anyways. As her
struggling weakened and her eyes became more and more glassy, I could
not help but laugh. A quiet evening in town was all I had wanted, and
now my life was even more complicated than before.
Finally she
was unconscious, limp on the bed with her half-closed eyes looking right
through me. Time to tie her up for transport. The cuffs came off,
instead I began to tie her with the duct tape. When she would wake up
later, she would feel like a very sore, very tight package. And then,
after a short talk with her, I could plan my next move.
I was being hunted by the cops, possibly by the FBI
and maybe even by The Club. I was pretty damn broke, lost in the middle
of nowhere and in the possession of a newly acquired, untrained
slavegirl. I had been in quiet waters only a month ago, and now I felt
like a man in the middle of a bulletstorm.
But the game was not
over yet. People in certain circles knew me only as the Nowhere Man, and
I had earned that nickname. I could not help but grin while I rolled
Lily on her belly and began taping her arms together. No mater how this
would end, right now I was having a fucking lot of fun.