Mistress Talia: a sadistic domme

As her rescuer carried her off towards the setting sun, Suzanne began pondering her fate.

She had assumed that she was being rescued, but now she wondered a bit. Was she really being rescued? Or was she simply being stolen from her kidnappers by someone with equally nefarious intentions?

If this man intended to rape her, she was still better off than she'd been with Thomas, Joseph and Robert as there was only one of him. She had thought Thomas might be OK, but Joseph wouldn't have been gentle at all, and Robert would almost certainly have been specifically cruel to her. But she had no impression of her "rescuer" at all, if that's what he was as to how she might be treated.

She realized that even if he did intend to rape her, he might be much less likely to kill her. She'd been pretty certain her original kidnappers were going to dispose of her after their fun. Again, she steeled herself to take every opportunity to make herself useful, to earn her life even if she were raped.

Even if her rescuer had entirely honorable intentions, what might he expect from her simply out of gratitude? Out here in the wilds, men might not comprehend the importance of entering her future marriage to William as a virgin.

As she considered, she realized that she was so far from home that even if her rescuer had entirely honorable intentions and expected nothing of her beyond her thanks and a kiss, she had no idea how to get home. She was entirely dependent on her rescuer.

After about an hour of riding, she was distracted from her racing thoughts as she noted the stallion seemed to be galloping directly towards a rocky protuberance. She squealed in fear at the imminent collision, but he ducked into a crevice, taking them into a small valley surrounded by hills on all sides. Several other horses and a number of dogs were the only occupants of this meadow.

Her rescuer dismounted next to a wall across from where they'd entered the valley, then helped her down. He pointed to a rope ladder hanging from the mountain and instructed her, "Climb up that and get inside while I take care of the horse."

She struggled up the ladder into a small cave about 30 foot above the meadow, with a ceiling only about four foot high. A few minutes later, he joined her, ducking into the cave and pulling the ladder up. Then silently, he walking past her into the back, returning with a rifle.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting guests, but there is some leftover food back there, and water to clean yourself up a bit. Don't start a fire, in case your captors are looking for us. I need to keep watch here until it's dark, just in case we were followed."

Nodding, she walked towards the back of the cave. The mouth of the cave opened into a much larger space, about 6 foot tall so she could stand. He had lit a lamp which hung on the right wall, and by it's light, she took in her surroundings.

Directly beneath the lamp was a pile of straw with a couple blankets over it. She assumed this was his bed.

On the left side of the cave was a ring of stones with covered skillet sat on the side of the ring, presumably holding the food he had mentioned. She wondered how he vented the smoke and looked up and saw a small hole directly above it. Beside the fire ring, towards the back wall, was a large bucket containing water, with a small bucket next to it with rags hanging off it. Towards the front wall was a single wooden chair with a tree stump in front of it as a putative table.

Directly against the back wall was an assortment of items, a large collection of wood, some large closed buckets and tools and unfamiliar things. This was apparently his storeroom.

She wondered how he had gotten all this stuff up here as much of it was too heavy to carry up the rope ladder.

No time for wondering now, there was obviously no privacy here, so she had to make good use of her time. She dipped some water into the bucket, lathered up a rag and cleaned up her legs and private area as best she could. Then she was uncertain where to dump out the bucket, so she left the dirty water there.

She removed the lid from the skillet and discovered it contained some rice and beans. She dipped out some water into a cup, picked up the only fork, and sat down to eat, suddenly ravenous.

She finished before she remembered her plan to be useful. She realized he'd probably intended these leftovers for his own supper, but she could not cook up more given his prohibition against starting a fire. She rinsed out the cup and fork and replaced them on the tree stump, then began scrubbing out the skillet.

She was startled by his voice behind her, "Don't worry about that right now."

She turned towards him and said, "It's no bother." He grunted in response.

He moved towards the solitary chair, and as he sat, he said, "I'm Chris. And as you can see, I'm not set up for guest here, especially not a lady. We will have to make do as best we can."

She smiled at him, relieved that he seemed to be honorable. "I'm sure I will be very comfortable here," she said gratefully.

He noticed the bucket with dirty water behind her, "Of course, I didn't show you."

He stood, picked up the bucket and walked towards the stores, "Follow me," he said.

He led her behind the woodpile and she realized there was another entrance to the cave back there, that opened outside of the little meadow. This explained how he managed to get such heavy things into the cave.

He dumped the bucket, then pointed towards the left. "You can't see it, but there's a stream over there. That's my water supply. There's some bushes over here," he said pointing towards the right, "that you can use as an outhouse." She saw he blushed crimson as he said this.

Relief spread over her as she realized he was shy with her. That didn't seem a characteristic of a potential rapist.

He led her back in to the main cave and began splitting the straw pile in two, placing one blanket on each half. "Sorry, there's no way to give you privacy except by blowing out the lamp. Why don't you take it now and visit the bushes?"

She followed his instructions and when she returned she was relieved to see he was eating some jerky, so he hadn't had to go hungry after she ate his dinner.

"I think it's prudent to skip a fire tonight, with only one blanket each, I hope the night won't be too chilly. I think you've been through an ordeal and probably want to rest. So let's just get some sleep and tomorrow, we'll discuss what to do next."

She nodded in response and settled into one of the small straw piles. When he finished eating, he blew out the lamp and settled into the other. Though her mind was still racing, exhaustion quickly overtook her and she was asleep.

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