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Cold wind, laced with snow, whirled around the outside of the cabin. Inside, a wood-burning stove kept it incredibly warm. It was one of the few things the petite black girl was grateful for.
"Hush little baby, don't you cry," sang the middle-aged white woman as she dragged the brush through the black girl's hair. "You have lovely hair, Tamaqua. Lovely hair and a lovely name."
Alyssa's squirming had no effect on the strong woman; she just kept brushing and talking as if Alyssa was cooperating.
The cloth gag in her mouth was the most infuriating part. It was bad enough to be bound hand and foot, but only making a muffled sound when she wanted to scream was driving her crazy.
She hadn't given a damn about anything when she'd stormed off her job that morning, and cared even less when her piece of crap car died in the West Virginia hills before noon. Her entire life had turned into such total shit that she just left the damn thing and started walking into the wilderness.
Now, naked, and being held by an equally naked madwoman, she wondered if that had been her chicken-shit way of trying to commit suicide.
"Everything about you is lovely," she said, and kissed the top of Alyssa 's head. "I'm going to take your gag out again, and I don't want you to say any of those ugly things anymore."
Alyssa nodded.
"It's such a shame to have your pretty mouth gagged, but I can't have you saying ugly things," she said, tracing her fingers lightly over Alyssa 's lips.
"I won't say anything ugly," Alyssa whispered.
The ugly things had been words like, "kidnapping," "rape," and, "crazy bitch." But after four hours in the madwoman's clutches, Alyssa was starting to weaken.
The heater in her car didn't work right. It either poured out scalding heat, or blew cold air. The inside of her car had been an oven when the whole thing died, and she was well into the wilderness before she finally put her coat on. She'd been walking for quite some time when she realized that her trendy little coat was no match for the February mountain air. By the time she decided to go back, she was exhausted, shivering, and completely lost. She was near panic when she saw something as unexpected as it was welcome. A stout woman was sitting on a rock at the far end of a mountain meadow.
"Hi, can you help me?" Alyssa had called out.
"You've come," the woman had answered. "I knew you'd come."
"I'm lost. Do you have a phone I could borrow?" Alyssa said. She thought the woman had mistaken her for someone else, and would realize her error soon enough.
"You're not lost, Tamaqua, you're home." With that, the woman got up and wrapped her arms around Alyssa.
"Let go! Are you crazy?" Alyssa yelped. She tried to break free, but the woman was too strong.
"I'll never let you go again, Tamaqua. I've missed you so much."
Tears formed in the big woman's eyes, and Alyssa struggled franticly as the woman kissed her.
"Help! Somebody help me," Alyssa cried.
The woman had bent her backwards, and born her to the ground. Sitting on her, she grabbed each of Alyssa's wrists as she flailed.
"I'm here, Tamaqua, and I'll never let you go again. I can't live without you. I'll make you happy this time. I promise. No one will ever hurt you again. Just you and me, forever."
Alyssa fought her, fought her every inch of the way, but the woman was so much stronger that she tied Alyssa up without hurting her once. Talking lovingly the entire time, she tied her ankles together, her hands behind her back, and when Alyssa wouldn't stop cursing her, tied a cloth gag in her mouth.
"Not much further, now," she said. She had Alyssa slung over her shoulder, and was walking through the forest as if Alyssa didn't weigh an ounce. "Are you comfortable, dear?"
Alyssa twisted and squirmed, but the woman trudged on as if she didn't notice. When Alyssa glimpsed the log cabin, panic added its strength to her struggles.
"There, there," the woman said.
Alyssa 's struggles had become so wild, that the woman had been forced to put her down. Undeterred, she picked Alyssa up in her arms like a baby, and brought her into the cabin as Alyssa kicked and squirmed.
"We're home," she said.
It was one big room. A table stood to one side, with pots and pans hanging over cabinets nearby. Two worn, overstuffed chairs sat facing a wood-burning stove with bright yellow flames showing in the slots. The irregularly shaped bed was huge, with hand-sewn quilts thrown on it, and took up nearly a quarter of the room. Alyssa sank into the bed's softness when the woman gently put her down.
"Poor thing, you look a fright. Auntie will put things right in just a shake."
Alyssa watched with mounting horror as the woman carefully removed every stitch of clothing and neatly folded it.
Small scars marred her body in several places, and a chill went through the black girl when she saw the placement of two gauze pads. This woman had been shot, and had fixed the wound herself.
Her breasts were full, past their prime, but still attractive. Any softness in her breasts wasn't echoed in the rest of her body, however. Alyssa's boss paid a fortune to his fancy gym trying to get his abs to look like that, and this woman's arms and shoulders made his look like a sissy's. No wonder Alyssa couldn't fight her; she looked twice as strong as any man she'd met.
"Let's see what we can do about you, dear," she said, and crawled onto the bed.
Alyssa knew it was hopeless, but she couldn't let this woman strip her without putting up a fight. She might as well have saved her strength. Even though she had to untie her to get her clothes off, Alyssa's struggles were futile.
"Pretty, but not very practical," the woman said when she took off Alyssa's shoes, and, "you should wear a heavier coat if you're going out in a storm."
Alyssa whimpered when the woman sat her up and reached around to unhook her bra, but she just removed it without molesting her.
"Isn't this fancy," she said, examining Alyssa's belt and the fancy hooks on her slacks. "Let's see how these work."
The slacks had set her back a weeks pay, but she would have let them get ripped to shreds if she could have stopped this woman from pulling them down.
All her clothes had been taken off as impersonally as if she were a Barbie Doll, but now that only her panties were left, the woman's hands were trembling as her fingers touched the hem.
