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When Madame had exited the room, Douglas turned to Simone, a haunted look in his eyes. The man began muttering to himself as he began to unfasten the network of straps that imprisoned the young woman’s head and face. After the straps had been removed, he unbuckled the belt twisted around Simone’s wrists, freeing her hands. He left the ball gag in her mouth however and, when she reached towards it, he very firmly took her hands and pulled them away.

‘No, little one. The gag stays.’ Dougie paused and looked about the room. ‘Find some clothes. Choose them for warmth. You’ll be travelling with us a little way.’

Her heart fluttering at the implications of the phrase ‘a little way,’ Simone lost no time raiding the boxes. They were all fashion silks, satins and lace and it was difficult to make a selection that would be practical for wearing out of doors during gales. But at last Simone stood in front of Dougie dressed as well as she could against the weather. The man had watched her intently all the time she was changing, and she breathed a sigh of relief when her nakedness was at last covered beneath several layers of clothing.

Simone’s rig-out with its flowing skirts and silks was a cross between medieval damsel attire and garments more appropriate for the boudoir. She worked on the principle that many layers of silk and satin would help ward off the cold. She began with a pair of sheer black panties, tan stockings (this time with a suspender belt), and a black lacy bra. Those choices took care of her undergarments. Her outer attire began with black flat heeled velvet shoes, followed by an iridescent red satin blouse, a tiered ankle length skirt in green silk, and a wide black silk shawl worn as a belt. The costume ended with a calf-length white chiffon peignoir over which she wore a blue satin waistcoat.

Dougie stood by, an amused expression on his face, absent-mindedly twisting and tugging a long piece of cord in his hands. When Simone in her new attire turned to face him, he raised the cord menacingly.

‘Turn around and put your arms behind your back.’

Simone knew it was futile to attempt to resist, and with a sigh she obeyed. She crossed her wrists behind her but Dougie ignored the submissive offer. Instead, he passed the centre of the cord across Simone’s shoulders and drew the opposite long ends beneath her armpits. Using both hands at once, he wound the cord twice around Simone’s upper arms and made a single knot. This done, he reached the ends to the front around the young woman’s torso, crossed the cord over her chest above her breasts, and tied it off between her shoulder-blades with a doubled knot. There were some inches of cord left which he used to cinch the ties connecting the girl’s upper arms.

Dougie then started over again with another long piece of cord. This time he wound it three times around Simone’s body just below her breasts, once above her bosom nested against the bands that were already there, and tied it off between her arms by cinching all the connecting cords. The seizing in this way had the effect of drawing Simone’s elbows closer together and lifting her breasts against the layers of lace, satin and silk that now covered them without masking entirely the soft curves and points.

With the tip of his tongue extruded from a corner of his mouth in concentration, Dougie teased open the buttons of Simone’s red blouse one by one to the fourth button. He pulled open the satin panels so that a large area of black lace and the upper mounds of her breasts were exposed. Simone turned her head away without saying a word.

‘All right, back to your old room, temporarily,’ the man commanded.

Simone walked ahead of her captor to the storeroom. It was hard to be dignified with her forearms and hands, still unbound, dangling behind her, swaying uselessly with her every movement. But she walked with her head high. The soft clothes caressed her body and, what was more, they made her feel warm. Being clothed anew gave her a little confidence and again she began to harbour thoughts of escape. But how could she possibly get out of the trussing that her upper arms and body were now in?

Dougie had Simone stop in the centre of the room close to the mattress. He reached to the back of her neck and unfastened the ball gag. Simone sighed with relief as the rubber was eased out of her mouth, wet and slippery. Dougie walked to the patterned tool rack against the wall. There he hung the leather head harness and ball gag on small hooks. The spaces they filled answered some of Simone’s earlier speculations about the uses to which the tool rack was put. Another hook supported several coils of thin cord that Dougie now took down.

He turned to Simone. ‘Now you will cross your wrists,’ he intoned.

‘I thought you’d never ask,’ the young woman replied bravely as she turned.

‘Uh huh. It takes time to truss up a damsel properly.’

The man set to work, binding Simone’s wrists together in a straight forward tie of four loops finished off with a doubled knot high enough to be out of reach of her fingers. Another longer piece of cord was twisted a couple of times about her wrists above the first ties, knotted off and then wound twice around Simone’s waist. When he was finished, Dougie had Simone’s hands pressed tight against her lower back at her buttocks. She could no longer move her arms at all.

Simone was walked to the wall and told to stand with her back to it. Dougie then set to work binding her legs in a network of cord, beginning from her waist and working downwards around her thighs. The long piece of cord was used up by the time Simone’s legs were bound just above the knees. Another piece of cord finished the job, securing the girl’s legs below the knees and at her ankles. Dougie caught Simone as she began to fall and lowered her to the mattress.

The young woman looked up. ‘I guess it’s time to be gagged again?’

‘Yers.’

‘What delight have you in store for me this time?’

Dougie chuckled, appreciating the brave joke. ‘If you behave yourself, I’ll gag you lightly, but ...’

‘... You can’t vouch for Madame.’

‘Yers.’

‘All right.’ Simone tossed her long hair out of her eyes with a pretty flirt of her head. ‘Go ahead. Gag the helpless kidnap victim. Again!’

Dougie left the room and for the next minute Simone watched apprehensively for his return. She had put on a brave face, but the idea of having something once more tied or stuffed into her mouth was frightening. She had always revolted against it, straining at her bonds, wanting to pull the gag away. But her struggles had only increased her sense of helplessness. She looked across at the tool rack from which now hung the ball gag and the leather network of face straps. He’s not going to use those anyway, she thought gratefully. Simone wondered whether it was practicable to try using the same method of escape that she had used before. But she was tied with cloth then and she seriously doubted that the cords could be abraded on the narrow metal flange in the same way as the linen strips. Her plans were interrupted by the man’s return.

Dougie came stumbling into the room, a harried expression on his face. He held a large piece of torn bed sheet in his hands.

‘Sorry dear. Got to shut you up quick.’

He suited his actions to his words by drawing the cloth between Simone’s teeth, jerking it very tight, and tying it in a large knot below her left ear. The gag was simple and effective. It held Simone’s mouth wide open and made it impossible for her to form words. She simply could not speak, could only make faint gugging sounds in her throat. Almost immediately she felt her mouth go dry.

Madame appeared in the doorway. ‘Hurry up Dougie. We have to get that silly woman off in the van ... My, a gypsy look! You’re a young woman of surprises. We’re taking you with us, so there’ll be plenty of time to have more fun with you. But not right now. Will that keep her quiet enough, Dougie?’

‘Yers.’

‘I’ll take your word for it. Come on!’ Madame disappeared, her heels clicking urgently on the wooden floor of the living room.

Douglas lowered his prisoner to her side on the mattress. His hands lingered over her hair, stroking it, letting the heavy dark locks pour through his fingers. Once again, Simone felt mixed emotions of comfort and revulsion, comfort at the man’s soothing touch, but revulsion at how he had bound and gagged her over the last six days.

The man began muttering incoherently to himself again. Simone listened hard but she could not make sense out of his ravings. He seemed to be saying over and over something like, ‘Many many tickles.’ Dougie hurriedly plumped up the pillow and gently eased it under Simone’s head. He patted her vaguely on the shoulder, shook his head lugubriously, rose, and fled the room.

‘So that’s how you got free last time! I wondered how you managed it.’

Simone sagged back against the wall, defeated, as Dougie advanced towards her. Beads of sweat stood out on the girl’s forehead, her face was flushed, and the corners of her mouth were slick with drool from the chafing of the gag that held her jaws apart. She saw that her captor now wore a dark suit with a narrow strip of white handkerchief just showing at the breast pocket. It reminded her uneasily of Terence Stamp in The Collector.

‘Let’s see ...’ Dougie knelt beside Simone, took her by the shoulders, and inspected her bound wrists. ‘Brave try, but the metal’s hardly made a mark on those cords.’

‘Ggggg.’

‘I don’t blame you for wanting to escape. You have a lot of courage and we’ve put you through the ringer.’

Dougie began untying the cloth from Simone’s mouth. A sound at the door made him turn. It was Madame, feathered, bejewelled and dressed in a flowing ankle-length gown of heavy purple velvet.

‘Hurry up, Dougie. Bring her along. But why are you untying her gag? And why isn’t she in panties only, like I told you?’

‘Yers.’

Dougie’s response, though it was an affirmative, sounded indecisive.

‘Put that cloth straight back in her mouth, with packing this time. Then untie her, strip her, and truss her up again. A lot of tight rope against her bare skin will teach her a lesson!’

Simone’e eyes connected with Dougie’s. The uncertain, panicky expression on the man’s face changed suddenly to one of grim determination. With an inarticulate cry, Douglas scrambled to his feet and cleared the ground between him and Madame in a bound. Roughly he seized his employer, spun her around, and dragged her kicking and screaming back across the room to the wall where Simone was sitting. He snatched a length of rope from where it hung and with several turns had Madame’s arms imprisoned behind her at the elbows in tight knots very rapidly and efficiently.

‘What are you doing? Unhand me this instant! This is no time for games. The police might be here any minute.’

‘This is no game, Mer-dame,’ grunted Douglas through his teeth.

‘No game ...? What do you mean? You surely can’t be changing sides, for such a slip of a girl. I demand that you ... mmmm ggggk.’

Madame’s voice trailed off into muted frog-like croaking as Douglas snatched up the cloth that had that been in Simone’s mouth and drew it roughly between her jaws. He then plucked the head harness from the wall and secured in over the struggling woman’s face. When he had finished, Madame was only able to make snorting noises through her nose. Her mouth and lips were covered firmly by the broad leather pad, and the straps immobilised her jaw.

As Douglas pushed her to the floor beside Simone, Madame shook her head from side to side and flapped her forearms wildly. She looked daggers at her ex-employee as he continued to untie the ropes that bound Simone. When Douglas was done, a pile of cord lay beside Madame.

Simone retreated to the mattress to be away from the struggling woman. She sat there, massaging her wrists and arms and working her jaw painfully while Douglas completed the binding of Madame. He rolled her onto her face and bound her wrists together, cinching the cord between and reducing the wild flailing motions to ineffective straining. The woman’s legs and ankles came next. Wrists were tied to ankles in a hogtie so tight that Madame’s fingers brushed against the soles of her high fashion shoes. Taking a remaining piece of cord in his hands, Dougie walked towards Simone. The young woman got to her feet.

‘No hard feelings my dear. Have to do this. You’re my prisoner now.’

As he bound her wrists, Simone looked over her shoulder at Dougie. ‘Wh- what ...?’

‘... am I going to do with you? Never you mind. You’ll find out soon enough.’

Simone stood at the top of the steps while Dougie closed and locked the storeroom door on its new captive. Madame’s gag was so efficient that her angry cries were inaudible to them standing in the living room even while the door was open. Dougie then took Simone by an arm and steered her quickly down into the hallway. He paused to turn out the lights at the main power board, so that when they stepped through the front door they were in semi-darkness under the pall of storm clouds. The rain was falling softly, but the inky sky looked as though it would release another deluge at any moment.

As Dougie unlocked the car door, Simone stood back, looking apprehensively at the trunk. Dougie came to her and took her arm again. He shook his head. ‘You’re travelling in style this time, Darling, beside me for the next few miles.’

Simone wanted to ask what he intended for her after the next few miles, but she was bundled unceremoniously into the passenger’s seat. Her ankles were hobbled together, and her body strapped up in the seat belt. As the car pulled onto the main road and left the farmhouse behind, she found her tongue once more.

‘D- Dougie?’

‘Yers?’

‘C- Can I ask you a question?’

‘Yers.’

‘What were you saying before, when you were tying me up? It sounded silly, something like "Many many tickles."’

‘Yers.’

‘Well?’

‘I don’t understand.’

Douglas took a deep breath. ‘The Book of Daniel, chapter six, verse twenty-five. Thy kingdom is numbered. You have been weighed in the balance and found wanting. Your kingdom is divided.’

‘Oh.’ Simone thought for a moment. ‘You saw the writing on the wall?’

Dougie glanced across at her. ‘Very good, my Dear. Very good ... Yers. The woman we planted in your store was speaking on the mobile phone to Madame when Madame heard police sirens in the background. The woman swore and the mobile went dead. So you see, the cops are onto us.’

‘My friends at the store ...’

‘Very probably ... Ahh, here’s a good place to stop.’

Dougie slowed the car to a crawl and pulled off the main road onto a narrow dirt track. He brought the vehicle to a halt. Simone looked into his face, tears beginning to well in her eyes. Dougie took a flimsy black silk scarf from his pocket and held it contemplatively, stretching it into a narrow band and snapping it a couple of times between his fingers. Simone’s throat tightened in expectation and her mouth went dry.

Then the man took the large, neatly folded white handkerchief from his breast pocket and pressed it to Simone’s lips. Automatically the young woman opened her mouth. He’s gagging me again, she thought. He’s not going to kill me straight away. The pad was wedged between her jaws and held in place by the narrow scarf, which Dougie tied at the back of her neck below her hair. When he was satisfied that the gag was firmly in place, he drew another silk scarf from his pocket, folded it into a broad bandage, and bound it over Simone’s eyes. He lowered Simone’s seat to the reclining position and covered her to the chin with a heavy blanket. Simone breathed a sigh of relief. He was not going to strangle her. But what was he going to do with her later? They drove on in silence, Dougie because he was not in the mood to talk, Simone because she was unable to speak.

They must have travelled for half an hour when Simone felt the car begin to slow. Her body rocked a little as the car turned, travelled further, and stopped. She felt the vehicle shift as Douglas’s weight left it. The driver’s door slammed shut and the lock clicked. The helpless young woman waited in an agony of suspense. Where were they? Had she been taken to a more deserted part of the countryside the better to dispose of her? She shivered with fear and her face felt cold and clammy beneath the gag and the blindfold.

The bound girl heard returning footsteps. Then the car’s door opened once more to the electronic key. She felt Douglas slide back into the driver’s seat, and they moved off. But this time they seemed to travel only a few yards before they came to a stop once again. Had Dougie been opening a gate? Simone sensed her captor stepping from his side of the car.

The door next to her opened, the blanket was pulled back and the seat belt unfastened, then the blanket was replaced. This time it covered her completely, threatening to smother her. She was lifted out of the car, hoisted over the man’s shoulder, and carried somewhere. Simone began to whimper with fright. He was carrying her into a field. He would strangle her and bury her in a shallow grave. The gag was to stop her from making a fuss. All the signs of some sort of affection in him towards her were a sham. And he was a thief who read poetry?

Dougie paused a moment. Muffled up in the blanket, Simone strained to hear what he was doing. He moved forwards once more. The sound of the wind seemed to have dropped. Then she was heaved from his shoulder and fell onto her back. She expected to hit soft earth, perhaps grass or mud or, at the worst, stony ground. She braced mentally for the shock.

She bounced upon an innerspring mattress. They were in a room of some kind.

The blanket was pulled from her face. Gently Dougie removed her blindfold. When her eyes cleared, Simone saw that they were in a small motel room with all the conventional furniture of such places. Dougie sat on the edge of the bed, his hands stroking Simone’s hair pensively. He looked down at her, a flicker of affection on his handsome face.

‘Time for a parting of the ways. "Behold thou art fair, my love." If we’re lucky, we’ll still have time to make it to the border ahead of the Feds. You’ll be safe here. I’ll tie you down to the bed so you can’t move about and give an early warning. The cleaner will find you in the morning after checkout time.’

The man raised his head and looked about the room. ‘Hot in here. They must have ramped up the central heating because of the storm.’ He looked down at his prisoner. ‘Can’t leave you in all that finery.’

‘Glgg?’

‘No.’

Dougie stood Simone up on her bound feet and began to remove most of the ropes that encircled the young woman’s body with confident movements that forbade any resistance on her part.

‘No, there are Mer-dame’s final instructions about you.’

Simone’s heart went cold.

‘Don’t worry,’ he added, on seeing the young woman’s eyes dilate with fear. ‘A measure to discourage your escape, if you should succeed in getting out of my ropes, which I doubt exceedingly. You’ll think twice before venturing out into the storm. And I’ll disconnect the phone.’

Douglas left her wrists tied as he continued to remove not only the ropes but also the clothes Simone was wearing. One by one, the silky fluttering garments were stripped from the young woman’s slender body to fall to the floor in varicoloured waves. Dougie did not cut the silks when he might have done. Instead he pulled the bolero jacket and peignoir, and other top garments, down to Simone’s bound wrists, tied her arms at the elbows, freed her wrists and divested her of the clothes that way. He did not touch her gag, which remained uncomfortably in place.

‘And not only that,’ continued Dougie in a somewhat strained voice. ‘For my own pleasure too. I don’t give a fig for My-dame’s little whims. Through you, she was trying to embarrass me. Me! Ah ha-ha, as she would say.’

Soon Simone was standing in the middle of the motel room, naked except for the ridiculously flimsy panties she had chosen earlier. She wanted to cover her exposed breasts but her arms were tied back at the elbows and she could do nothing about it. Douglas stepped back with folded arms, watching her intently, a bulge in his trousers. Simone tossed her glistening hair out of her eyes and stood straight and proud in her nakedness, looking back at Dougie with a mix of defiance and invitation.

With an involuntary shake of his head, Dougie took up a piece of cord from the floor where it had fallen.

‘You can keep your panties as a small concession to modesty. Otherwise I shan’t be accountable for my actions, and time is wasting. Have to get you on the bed and set to rights.’

A few minutes later, Simone’s ankles were secured together to the foot of the bed, and a long strip of torn sheet held her to the mattress, tied twice around her body below her breasts, pinioning her arms and raising them alarmingly. Her nipples became erect in response to a sudden automatic adjustment of the air conditioning.

The bindings allowed for some movement. She could roll onto one side or the other. But she could not sit up, nor could she roll off the bed. Her gag was removed and she was allowed to sip from a glass of water. Then the gag was replaced, but not as tight as before. A bed sheet was thrown over her body.

On impulse, Dougie raised the sheet and stood for some time looking intently at the young woman’s glowing flesh and the smooth lift of her breasts, drinking in the sight with sad hungry eyes before tucking the sheet up under the young woman’s chin.

As he was about to leave, the man paused, his slender fingers resting on the door handle.

‘You’ll be more comfortable tonight than you have been for the last six nights. I’m sorry we had to treat you roughly. Madame let her emotions get out of hand. She, ahh, pushes boundaries. She wasted valuable time, tormenting you when we should have been on our way. Sometimes she needs to be reminded who’s in control. I’m sure you’re not worried about her discomfort after what she did to you. But, believe it or not, she enjoys it. She did not of course count on your courage, "fairest among women ... many waters cannot quench love."’ Dougie stood silent and thoughtful for a full twenty seconds.

‘I may come back for you some day,’ he continued. ‘I know where you live.’ The man gave Simone an outrageous wink. ‘In the meantime, Madame is waiting.’

The door closed behind him and in another minute Simone heard the car’s motor start up, muted by the distant wind. It’s sound receded into the night. She settled down to wait out the hours. As she drifted into an exhausted sleep, Simone wondered what it would be like to have a normal social relationship with Dougie. She doubted that it would be ordinary with a man like him. It was Dougie who had been in charge all the time!

The Song of Solomon, she thought. His poetry. Ÿ