“That’s it,” said Randie.
“Nice,” slobbered Leon as he studied the hooded, tightly bound, limp form lying on the floor. “See you next time.”
Immovably tied, impaled with the humming dildo, gagged, collared, and hooded, Maryanne was stuffed into the duffel bag and carried out to a Dodge van in the rear of the motel. Leon paid Randie in cash and drove away.
Maryanne awoke in a groggy stupor while still in the bag, lying on her side in the back of the van. Her first reaction was fear and disbelief. She couldn’t hear, see, or speak. She couldn’t move inside the hot canvas bag. Her wrists were bound behind her back with nylon cord, her elbows tied closely together, and her arms similarly bound to her upper torso. Her ankles, lower legs below her knees and upper legs above the knee were all t
