Allie woke up in a fog, naked, shackled, in a cage, in the back of an SUV, meandering through a desert neighborhood. Everything except the sparse grasses and succulents, cars, and suburban houses had a tan color. Even the pavement had a sandy coating that made it hard for her to tell where the car was going. Memories of how she got here quickly flooded into her. If this was Tucson, where Josh told her they were going, it meant she had slept bound in this shoulder-numbing position for more than four hours.
The last she remembered, she was recovering from the most memorable climax she had ever had. Her longing to repeat that feeling was fighting for her desire to end this painful car ride.
Through the bars she watched Josh slow the vehicle, stop at a mailbox, reach out and grab a handful of what looked mostly like ads. He then turned onto the driveway of a small one story box of a house with a carport. He pulled the car into the carport and left the engine running.
"Welcome to your new forever home, Allie," he told her, looking back at his trussed up prize. "That must have been a very painful ride, but from our long conversations, you should have enjoyed at least parts of it."
She shrugged as best able in her position. She was still tape gagged, but Josh could hear a bit of wheezing from the small slit he made in the gag where her mouth was.
"Let's get you out of here," he said. "There's no cars in front of Yvonne's house next door so she's not home. She's a sweet and understanding neighbor but we can't have her knowing you exist."
The late afternoon heat was almost unbearable to Allie, as the rear of the SUV opened and it sucked all the air conditioning away.
Josh stretched his legs, then went to the house and opened the front door. It took a painful twist of her neck to see a black and white cat come to meet him, then turn around and go back inside. She noticed the cat had climbed onto the window sill and was staring at the SUV. Josh came back out towing a gardening cart behind him. He moved the green and black four wheeled wagon to the back of the SUV. He then removed the padlock from her dog kennel and grabbing her by the knees pulled her out of the cage.
She yelped as he shoved his whole left hand into her pussy. He then reached forward with his right arm and slid it under her breasts. He lifted her with a grunt, and dropped her, right shoulder first into the wagon. She moaned in discomfort and disappointment as his touch made her want more. He towed the wagon around the side of the house, through a large tan gate, and into a large back yard, half of which was occupied by a swimming pool. He pulled the wagon under an awning so she was in the shade, but it was still very hot. She was uncomfortable lying almost on her right side. Her wrists were still shackled to her ankles behind her. She was genuinely having to struggle to inhale, and the tape gag wasn't making it easy. The side of her face was against the inside of the cart and the way she was tossed in, much of her weight was being supported by her head and neck.
"You stay here," he told her, chuckling. "I just need to get some stuff ready."
Allie moved her legs some and ended up on her side. She could see now the yard she was in was surrounded by an eight foot high wall. There was some shrubbery around the edge and a patch of grass between the pool and the patio. There was a shaded dog enclosure along the far wall but no dog that she could see, and there was a shed just inside the gate.
Josh came back with her kennel on a dolly rolling it up to the back door of the house. He had plans on more ways to keep Allie restrained, but for now she would spend most of her time in the kennel. He disappeared into the house grunting a bit as he lifted the cage through the back door.
He came back out with some handcuffs on a chain. He muscled the wagon onto its side, dumping Allie face down onto the pavement. She lifted her head just in time to keep her chin from banging on the ground. The concrete under her breasts was rough and warm, but compared to the confines of the kennel during her ride, it was a welcome change. He used scissors to cut through the tape, removing it from her face and letting it dangle from where it was still stuck in her hair.
"Thanks," she said. "It was getting hard to breathe."
"Don't care," he said with a wink.
He unlocked her shackles. He bent down, grabbed her hair, and tried to help her to stand, but she collapsed onto her rear on the ground. Her legs weren't quite working yet.
