Nowhere Man

Chapter 2

It was getting close to morning hours. The streets were empty, and all bars had closed. The town was silent as a grave.

Part of me wanted to get out of that town as quickly as possible. But I was no amateur. And I knew that the engine of my truck would have woken at least a few people. Some of those might wonder why I left in the middle of the night. And only one of these people needed to remember me later and to make the connection to the disappearance of Lily.

Fact was, I needed to bide my time. In the morning, I could just drive off without raising any suspicions whatsoever. I would be just one of several passing truckers who had stayed in town over night.

So I prepared what I could prepare, silent as a mouse. I refilled on coffee and I made some plans and studied some maps and checked the communications array that was hidden inside my truck. It held no good news for me: I was still a wanted man, and not only wanted by the cops. The Club was also very interested in my whereabouts.

Lily regained consciousness about an hour later. We were in the back of my Cascadia by then. I had carried her the few steps across the dark parking lot. She had been hidden beneath a blanket. Now she was in the small sleeping compartment behind the drivers' seat.

I am a large guy, and that compartment is uncomfortable for me. But it's always bearable for a few days. I had only chosen to sleep in a motel tonight because I had already been on the run for some time. I had longed for an opportunity to sleep with my legs stretched out.

Since Lily was smaller than me, and thus the compartment would have been quite comfortable for her. But to her misfortune I had put her into a cruel form of bondage while she had been 'asleep': As the young student slowly came back to her senses, I could see how she realized that I had put her arms on her back, had wrapped them at first with gauze and then placed three layers of duct tape over that.

That way, essentially, I had fused them together from Lily's fingertips to her elbows. I had then wrapped more gauze and tape around her upper body, so that her already useless arms were pinned against her back.

I had used the rest of the gauze and tape to wrap her legs from ankles to knees. She was half-naked and half-mummified that way, and as a final security measure I had folded her legs and forced her heels against the back of her thighs. The last bit of tape had been used to connect her armbondage and the restrained ankles, so that she was pretty snugly hogtied.

In short, she was not going anywhere, and the strain on her body had to be painful. I found the sight of this limber young woman in such unforgiving bondage damn sexy. Naturally she would not share that sentiment.

At first Lily just stirred a little, then snorted, then coughed, then opened her eyes without really seeing anything. A minute later her pretty elfin face contorted as she began to feel the discomfort, then she looked a little shocked as she realized the amount of pain her nerves were reporting. She moaned and stared at me in an offended way and now her body regained some tension as her arms and legs worked against the bondage while Lily tried to get into a more comfortable position.

I have drugged and tied a lot of women in my life, so I knew quite well the stages they went through when they regained their senses. Lily was a quick one: Most women would have needed a lot longer to re-orient themselves.

"Oh shit my arms... have you broken my fucking arms...?" Her voice was hoarse and her speech still a bit slurred, but she was doing well. She tried to turn her head to see what I had done.

"Your arms are going to be fine." I stroked her cheek and patted the side of her head.

"They really don't feel fine", she protested. She was sarcastic. "Please... come on... George, right? George, you have to get me out of here... the handcuffs were fine. I enjoy some kink in my life. But this is over the top..."

She grimaced again, struggling weakly with the bondage. I estimated that 66 percent of her discomfort were real and only the other 33 percent were an act. "I'm not joking! I think my arms are dying... I don't have any circulation.... please get me out of this..."

It was time for a hard truth. So I leaned a little forward, stroked her blonde, pixie-cut hair and shook my head.

"I have done this before, to a lot of girls. Your arms are not dying. See what happens if you strain against the bondage? The gauze and tape give a little way and allow you to stretch your muscles a little, you can exert some pull with your shoulders and you can even work the muscles in your back a bit." I grinned. "Sure, it does not really give way and you have no chance to wriggle yourself out oft he bondage, no matter how often you repeat that little workout. But I didn't give you this slack by accident, Lily? You can stay tied like this for a pretty long time. It is going to be remarkably uncomfortable. But your arms, as I said, are going to be fine."

It took her a moment to absorb what I had just said about my experience with these kinds of situations. It was a treat being able to watch her face as the penny dropped. Her green eyes got a little clouded, her nose wrinkled and her lips moves silently for a moment. She tried to keep her cool, but it was not easy for her. She was still so young.

"So... how often have you done this before...?", she asked me carefully.

"That's not important. But you should know that I made a pretty good living out of it. I'm a professional, for what it's worth." I smiled because I knew how fucked up this had to sound in Lily's ears. "I'm not planning to kill you, and I'm not some kind of lunatic. I'm just a freelancer in an unusual line of work. I am a man who is experiencing a temporary... dispute with an employer. What you saw on TV, what happened in Florida... that was not my fault."

"Oh, that's great", she said. Her voice was now dripping with sarcasm. "I would be really worried if a madman had drugged me and tied me up in a compartment in his truck. So I am mighty glad to hear that you are sane!"

I sighed. "It makes more of a difference than you realize", I insisted. "Listen, I was forced to work for a very stupid, very careless employer for a while. But now, once more, I'm working only for myself. I intend to leave that Floridian episode far behind me. But to achieve that, I need to move fast. And I need to take you with me, because I cannot trust you to keep your mouth shut."

She did not understand, and maybe she did not even care. "No, I have a better idea, you just let me go", she insisted. "I saw your face on the news. Big deal. You seem like a nice guy and we had great sex and I don't give a shit about what the cops down in Florida want..."

"It's not just the cops who are looking for me. And anyways, I wish I could believe you. But I could not take the risk in the motel room, and now that we are here that particular ship has sailed anyways."

"You don't get it, George!" Panic crept into her voice. "You have to let me go. You can't fucking keep me like this, my arms..."

"I told you, your arms are not dying off. None oft he slaves that I acquired and trained has ever..."

"I don't give a shit! I need to get OUT of this NOW, I need you to fucking RELEASE me and..."

No matter how tough Lily was for a girl just above twenty years old, now she was showing nerves. I did not blame her, but I could not afford her to panic either. Her perky, pale tits were a little squashed by the gauze and tape above and beneath them, but I had made sure that they were still uncovered. I put a hand over her mouth and then pinched her left nipple very hard, sending a flash of white-hot pain through her body. She groaned into my hand, her eyes wide, nostrils flaring.

"NrrrGMMMMMHHH!"

I held her down and waited for her to stop struggling. Tears were in her eyes. I could see how she composed herself, with all the mental strength she could muster.

This would not work every time. But for the moment it had. The pain and the fact that I could reach out and do this to her had helped to emphasize how deep in trouble she really was, and that screaming and this particular problem would not make it go away. I took my hand off her mouth.

"You could have just slapped my face, like they do in those old movies", she whined with a hint of her trademark sarcasm still left in her voice.

"That would not have been half as much fun", I smiled. Her nipple was red and began to swell immediately "Now listen. I did not plan to kidnap you, it just happened. I had no choice. What you need to do now is accept that you are not in control." I sighed. "You want to survive? Then trust me. And as a sign oft hat trust I need you to give me your passwords." I took her mobile phone from my pocket. "Your passwords for your emails, Whatsapp, Facebook, Instagram - all that shit, in one long list."

She stared at me, quickly calculating her options. She shook her head, confused but defiant. "Fuck you!"

I felt sympathy for this feisty little pixie, but that did not mean that I would have a lot of patience with her.

"I said I want to get you through this alive", I explained. "But you have to consider my own situation. I am hunted by some very unpleasant people. I only have few thousand bucks in cash left right here in this Cascadia. All of my contacts have gone silent, at least for the time being. You might be an asset that I can use in the future, a chip to cash in at some point. So, if you play along, you can survive."

I gave her a stern look. I meant every word I said, and I wanted her to realize that.

"Or you try to give me trouble. You were a great fuck and you have something about you that makes me think you might be a unique pet. But I am not a sentimental guy.

So if you don't play along and give me all your damn passwords, I will get a plastic bag, pull it over your head, clamp your mouth shut and pin you down for about five minutes. Then when the convulsions have ended, I will take your dead body with me in this very truck and drop you into a ravine somewhere along the way. Do you understand that?"

She did understand that, and she gave me all the info I needed with a slightly shaky but mostly composed voice. I wrote them down in my notebook. A few misleading social-media posts sent by her phone would be very helpful in sending anyone searching for Lily into the wrong direction. But rebellious loner that she seemed to be, I hoped that not so many people would notice her disappearance anyways.

She was in pain, she was tired and she looked at me again with those eyes that made her seem a little older than she was.

"So what now...?" She was scared. "Is this the moment when it turns out you tricked me and you're going to kill me anyways?"

"No." I shook my head. "This is the moment when I tell you I have to gag you and you tell me it's not necessary."

"It is really not necessary! I promise I will be..." She hesitated, realizing she had no chance to change my mind. She groaned in frustration, her arms stretching as far as possible behind her back. I knew she would never be able to free herself, but I was satisfied that I had applied the bondage just tight enough. "You fucking asshole...." Fresh tears appeared in her eyes and made them look even larger. She shivered. "I hate you, you fucker."

I got a large rubberfoam-ball and some more of the gauze and tape from my pocket. "Usually when I take a female, I render her unconscious and then keep her that way until I have her in a safe place", I told Lily. "But I don't have that option here, so you'll be conscious while I drive. And I just can't take the risk to leave you ungagged."

"My life was fine until I met you!" She did not scream, but she was getting louder. "Why did I decide to sleep with you? It was so damn obvious that you were not a normal guy!" I smiled and cupped her chin. "Lily, that's exactly why you went with me. You were not looking for normal guys. And by the way, I doubt that your life was fine. I saw how you messed with the men in that bar. I saw the old cuts on your arms, half hidden by the ink. And when I offered you the handcuffs, you loved the idea to get chained to the bed by a stranger. You don't want to be a part of the herd, girl, you want to be special."

I pushed the rubberfoam-ball against her lips and she hesitantly opened her mouth because there was nothing else she could do. I stuffed her mouth with it until her cheeks bulged, then I began to wrap the gauze around her head, covering the whole lower side of her face with multiple layers. As the pressure increased, her cheeks were pushed upwards and she developed that timeless look that a strict gag gives a pretty girl.

By now she realized how mightyly the cruel gag would add to her discomfort, and she produced some very weak groans of protest. I took the duct tape and began to layer it over the gauze.

"Girls like you are the easiest to take", I explained to Lily. "Beng part of a herd means protection against predators. But you don't want to be part of the herd, so you turn that protection willingly down."