Hitching a Ride to Slavery

Hitching a Ride to Slavery

Part 3

By

didmaker

The next morning Charlie didn't bother with the previous day's routine since the truck was surrounded by several other rigs. He simply stuffed Sarah into the storage compartment again and got dressed. Sarah was less adamant to the treatment this morning as her strength and willpower was slowly eaten away by constant captivity. Charlie climbed into the drivers seat, looked around the parking area through the windows and since nothing seemed amiss, he climbed out of the truck and walked over to the small diner at the end of the lot. Inside where a wide variety of people and all having breakfast since the truck stop was a popular one, situated just outside of Oklahoma City.

After taking care of his more immediate needs in the men's room, Charlie found a vacant chair at the counter and sat down. He ordered a hearty breakfast and a side order of sandwiches and some water again. Whatching the news on a TV up on the wall, he ate his meal in silence. He didn't frequent this diner that often so he didn't know the staff and he saw no point in doing so today as his mind was preoccupied with the small red head taped and gagged in his truck at this moment. He felt himself more and more accustomed to the idea of keeping this one, if not for years to come than at least a couple of months.

Charlie finished his breakfast and paid the bill, grabbing his bag of extra food and left the diner. Walking over to his truck he decided to keep her for a few months at least and see what happened. Climbing back inside, he fired up the huge engine and drove out on the road again, heading home. It would be at least a day before he reached it, two if he enjoyed anymore of Sarah's company. He smiled at the thought as the truck picked up speed racing forward along the flat black highway snaking it's way across the land before him.

About 45 minutes later he found a small parking area aside the highway and it was deserted so he turned into it and stopped. Making sure no one was around, he climbed back into the back area of the truck. Opening the storage compartment he picked up the unresisting Sarah and stood her against the wall as he made the bed once again. He then sat her down and unwound the gag.

- You know what to do so I don't think I need to tell you, right?

Sarah looked at him with a subdued look and nodded meekly. Charlie opened the bag from the diner and picked out a large sandwich, unwrapping it he took a bite and grunted.

- Mmm, ham and cheese. Hope you like it.

He held out the sandwich to her and she took a large bite out of it, hunger driving her more than anything else. She wolfed down the sandwich Charlie fed her and drank as much water he would allow. He then cut the tape on her ankles and helped her to stand up as he offered her the makeshift toilet again. She blushed, but didn't fight him this time and in a few minutes she was done and once again gagged and taped into a package. She watched Charlie empty the plastic container and then returning to her. Charlie stroked hair out of her face and stroked her cheek with his hand.

He then picked her up and while holding her against his body he opened the storage compartment behind her back. He lowered her into the compartment, making sure she was comfortable on top of the mass of blankets and discarded clothes. He got down on his knees beside the compartment and leaning over, he kissed her forehead.

- See you soon, princess.

She pleaded faintly, but she made no real effort so Charlie got up and closed the lid and in a few more minutes they were out on the road again, moving steadily towards Charlie's home.

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Sarah struggled to keep pace with her captor as he almost dragged her into the house by her hair. Her legs didn't work properly yet due to the prolonged time they had been taped together. She caught a glimpse of the desolate farmland around the house before they went inside. Charlie marched her through the hallway and to the end of it without releasing the grip in her long red hair. He pushed her through an open door and into a small spare bedroom. She saw a bed, a small table and a wardrobe and not much else.

Charlie let go of her hair and pushed her down on the bed where she fell in a heap. He then encircled her left ankle with a chain and locked it snug in place with a small padlock.

- This is your room whenever we are here. When we are on the road you stay in the truck with me. You may take of the gag, but if I hear to much noise from here, not that there is anyone around for miles to hear you, I will see to it that you can't make a sound. There is a chamber pot under the bed. If you need to use it, then do so and I will empty it later.

Charlie then left the room and closed the door behind him and headed for the kitchen. Sarah lay on the bed stunned by the flood of information and tried to digest it. She then tugged at the chain and found it anchored to the wall under the bed. She got up and noticed that it was long enough to move around in the room, but not much else. She laid down on the bed again and drew her knees up to her chest and hugged them. After a few minutes, she started to unwound the tape holding in the small sponge ball.

Charlie watched the whole scene from a small spyhole inside the larder that was on the other side of the wall. He watched her draw the blanket on the bed around her and then lay still on the bed. She didn't scream or plead and she didn't try to get free, she just lay prone under the blanket. Well, Charlie mused, time will tell if she stays calm or if she tries anything. He turned his attention to fixing some supper for himself and then it was time for bed. He decided to leave her alone for now to let her get used to the room and the house.

The next morning the sky was blue and the day promised to be a spectacular one. Charlie made breakfast and ate it while searching news sites on the laptop for any stories of the disappearance of 19 years old Sarah, but found nothing. He guessed it would probably be at least a few more days before people started to worry about her whereabouts. He prepared some oatmeal for her and a glass of milk, put it on a tray and took it to her room. He knocked and opened the door.

She was awake and sat up in the bed, wrapped in the blanket and staring at him with in trepidation. He moved a small table from the side of the door to the bed and placed the tray on it.

- Some breakfast perhaps?

She stared at the tray and then back to him.

- Do I need to empty the pot, princess?

She shook her head and looked down, avoiding his eyes.

- I'll be going into town to get a few things so if you make a list of anything you need I can get it. Otherwise, I will just guess and I might miss something you need.

He smiled at her and put down a notebook and a pen next to the tray. He then left the room and entered the larder via the kitchen again spying on her through the tiny hole. Sarah sat still for a minute and then unfurled the blanket and took the oatmeal, tasting it and grimaced, but started to eat it anyway. She drank the milk in between spoonfuls of the oatmeal and then placed it back on the tray. She then wrapped the blanket around her naked body again and laid down staring at the door. Charlie leaned against the wall and watched her some more before he started getting ready for a trip into town instead.

First things first, he sat down and made a list of what needed to be bought in the way of food and such. After making the list, he started on a second list and started to plan for several contingency's involving himself, Sarah and trips in the truck. When he felt satisfied with the list he went back to her room, knocked and opened the door. She was not on the bed. He didn't have time to ponder this since in the corner of the eye he saw something coming down in a blur against his head.

He instinctively raised the arm and the pot rebounded of his forearm. Sarah stood beside the door and looked at him with a blend of anger and fear as her plan obviously hadn't worked as she had imagined. No doubt she had envisioned him to be stricken down now and she would free herself and flee the house and him.

Charlie steeled his face and reached out and grabbed the retreating Sarah by the arm and dragged her towards the bed. She fought him and screamed.

- No! No! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't! Please, don't!

Charlie ignored her and held her arm in a steel grip as he sat down on the bed. He then drew her down over his knee, bending one of her arms up between her shoulder blades with his left hand. She shrieked as he with a loud smack landed his right hand on her naked ass. With a steady rhythm he started to spank her hard and the sensitive skin of her ass turned bright red. All the way through the punishment she pleaded with him, screamed in agony and cried. She bucked and wriggled under his grip, but didn't get loose. After swat twenty three, she hanged still over his knee and just cried silently, tears falling to the floor from her face obscured by her loosely hanging red hair. He lifted her up and laid her down on the floor, stepping over her he walked towards the door.

- You have an hour to write a list over what you need. If you haven't written one I will spank you again.

He then left the room and closed the door leaving her curled up on the floor crying.

An hour later to the minute, Charlie knocked and opened the door again. He was a little more hesitant and didn't walk right in this time. He saw the chain disappear in under the bed and when I looked under it he saw a bundle wrapped in the blanket and red hair sticking out at one end. She had stopped crying, but was absolutely still. Charlie stood up and retrieved the notebook from the table. On it was a few things scribbled and he read it. He then kicked the bed and asked her if this was all and she just said yes in a low subdued tone.

Charlie then bent down and reached in under the bed, grabbing hold of the blanket he started to drag her out from under the bed. She screamed again and tried to fight him, but he easily manhandled her up on the bed again. She pleaded again with him, but he ignored her and turned her on her stomach. He then smacked her on her red ass which resulted in a loud wail and Charlie barked at her.

- Lie still or you will get another one.

She froze and he took her hands and drew them up on her back.

- Please don't tie me again, please. I'll be good, I promise. Please.

- Sorry, but I'm not about to trust you right after that little assassination attempt earlier, not that I blame you for trying mind you. I have to make sure you won't do anything foolish while I'm away today. Now lie still.

Sarah groaned as Charlie wrapped rope around her slender wrists and cinching it between them. He then collected her legs, unlocked the padlock holding the chain and then tied her ankles in a similar fashion. He took a third length of rope and tied it around her ankles over the first rope and then bent her legs up until they were folded against the back of her thighs. He tied the rope around her hands and drew it taut in a stringent hogtie. He then walked over to the corner where she had thrown the sponge ball and blew of the dust from it. She watched him with pained eyes.

- No! No, don't gag me, please. I'll be quite, I won't say anything, please. Please let me go...

Charlie pushed the foam ball between her lips and into her mouth. He then took the duct tape and ripped of several large pieces. He placed them one by one over her mouth, covering the lower part of her face in tape and effectively sealing in the ball. She could only grunt and mew now in her pleads and protests. Charlie caressed her naked bound body and then got up.

- I'll be gone at least three hours, but I will untie you when I get home if I think you have behaved yourself.

He then grabbed the rope between her hands and feet and using it as a handle he hauled her of the bed, causing her to groan loudly from the strain this put on her shoulders. Charlie carried her over to a large wardrobe and after he opened the sturdy door he placed her on her stomach inside and closed the door again and locked it while Sarah made muffled wailing sounds inside.

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Four hours later Charlie drove his beat up old Ford pick-up into the yard and parked it next to the truck. Taking the grocery bags into the kitchen he stowed away the contents before returning out to retrieve the two large boxes which's content had set him back quite a few dollars. He felt like a child on Christmas putting them on the kitchen table and cutting the first open. At the top of things was the paperwork and after a quick look he was pleased with the fact that everything he had ordered had been delivered. What pleased him even more was the fact that it was not ordered in his name and it was paid in cash on delivery at the post two cities over.

He then started to pick up the purchases one at the time and inspected them before he placed them in a large suitcase that he brought up from the cellar for this purpose. There were several different kinds of restraints, gags, hoods, clothing and even two different body sacks - one in leather and one in spandex. Much of the leather items was in dark forest green that would enhance the look combined with Sarah's long red hair.

Having stowed much of the items in the suitcase he then trashed the boxes and took them out back to burn them. He watched the fire consume the boxes and paperwork and then smothered the cinders with the water hose. He placed the suitcase in his bedroom and then took a handful of items left on the kitchen table and went to visit his guest.

Charlie knocked on the wardrobe door before opening it. A tired and puffy-eyed Sarah blinked at the light as she tried to see who had opened her minimal prison. The ropes holding her in a strict hogtie had not moved by much, but her disheveled look and marks where the ropes encircled her body told Charlie that she has at least tried to break free. He stroked hair from her face and smiled at her.

- Ready to come out again, princess?

She didn't move, but Charlie gripped the hogtie rope and lifted her over to her bed. She grunted as her body weight once again was straining her shoulders. Charlie untied the connecting rope and let her legs unfold. He then massaged her thighs to relieve the cramps she no doubt had from four hours in that position. She grunted behind her gag, but laid still with closed eyes. Charlie untied her legs and hands and her arms simply fell down her sides and came to rest on the bed along her body.

Making use of her lack of resistance due to the exhaustion, Charlie started to attach cuffs made of green leather to her ankles and wrists. They fitted snugly and the inside was padded for comfort. He used four small padlocks to secure them in place and the only key was in his pocket. Next was a matching collar, one inch wide and in green leather. In the front, back and at the sides was small d-rings attached. Charlie locked it in place with another small padlock and then attached the chain snaking out from under the bed to it with a sixth padlock.

Sitting on the bed next to her he stroked her nude backside with his hand, feeling that her smooth skin was warm and sticky with sweat. He realised she had been tied and nude for almost four days now without a shower or bath. Well, that was easily remedied. He stroked her hair and leaned down and said softly to her.

- I'm going to fix us something to eat now and after that I'll let you use the bathroom to get cleaned up. Does that sound good, princess?

She mewed something low in response.

- When you feel like it you can remove the gag again.

He got up from the bed, gathered the ropes and went to the door.

- I'll be back in a little while with your lunch.

And with that he left the door leaving the dead tired Sarah on the bed with her new restraints.