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Subtext Warning: This is an Alt/Uber story.

Hostage of the Heart

By: Ambrosia


Part 1
Desiree Love had a hectic day, however this claim is probably a total understatement.  First of all, she slept late, because her alarm clock decided to stop working all of the sudden.  Due to this she was caught in bumper to bumper traffic on the freeway, whereas it would usually move along smoothly, because she left early enough.  Since there was a traffic jam, Desiree ended up almost being two and half-hours late, which her boss berated her for.  Desiree, known for being a rather patient person most of the time, acted the complete opposite then.

"Well what did you expect me to do huh?  Make like the Jetsons and fly over the stupid cars?"  When there was traffic on the freeway, Desiree could see why some people experienced road rage.  Heck, she had been pretty close herself to letting it happen this morning.

The next thing Desiree knew it, she packing her belonging in a cardboard box.  She had abruptly been fired.  This was not a great loss, because she had only been a secretary, and it did not seem like she would be moving up any time soon, due to the fact that she had worked there five years next month.  Desiree had acquired the position when she had turned eighteen, while concurrently attending UCLA with a major in creative writing and English.  From the early age of seven, Desiree had wanted to be a fiction writer.  She was on the verge of finishing her first novel.  Then all she would have to do is locate a publisher, who would be willing to take a chance on her.

As Desiree pulled into her parking space when she arrived back at her apartment complex, she noticed that her live in boyfriends' car was there.  "What is Alec doing home this early?" she wondered.  As Desiree waited in the elevator to be taken to the fourteenth floor, she thought of the reasons he could be home.  "Maybe the poor thing is sick, or maybe the idiot had got fired again.  Better not let it be the latter."  When the elevator doors slid open, the first thing Desiree saw was two people in front of her kissing.

"Alec!" Desiree shouted in disbelief, as she hurried to get out of the elevator before the doors closed again.  As she did so, the woman her boyfriend had previously been playing tongue hockey with, hurried into it with her face averted from Desiree's.

"Who was that?" asked Desiree, pointing at the now closed elevator doors.

"My girlfriend," Alec replied easily.

"Your girlfriend? I'm your girlfriend!" Desiree was bristling.

Alec shook his head, "Not anymore.  You've been replaced," he stated calmly.  In fact he was appearing very calm for a man who had just been caught cheating.

"Replaced? What am I? A piece of furniture? We've been together for nearly four years, and you're telling me I have been replaced?" Desiree did not know how much longer she could refrain from physically assaulting him.  She ran her hands through her strawberry-blonde hair, to keep them busy.

Alec reached out as to touch her, but Desiree deflected him, so he let his arm drop back to his side.

"Desi, I didn't want you to find out this way. What else can I say, but that I'm sorry.  I was going to tell you tonight.  I'm moving out today." Alec then gave her a sad smile, which irritated her all the more.

"That would be wise.  Get your stuff and get out," Desiree said between clenched teeth.
Alec nodded as he headed back to the apartment.


Later that night, Desiree sat on her couch, rubbing her beloved cat Tobias, while he purred in complete satisfaction.

"Well at least one of us is happy, Tobias."  As if he understood, the seven-year-old feline reached up and rubbed his cheek against her own, the again settled down in her lap, as his owner smiled fondly at him.

"You're the first one today to put a smile on my face." She sighed. "What am I going to do now?" She thought about it for a few minutes, as she absently twirled a lock of her straight hair, around a finger.  She then came to a decision.

"I'm going out for ice cream, Tobias." She put him down on the plush bright blue carpet, and he began to meow in protest. "Now don't cry sweetie. I'll bring you a pint of vanilla, your favorite."

If there were one cat in this world that was spoiled, that cat would be Tobias. Since Desiree did not have any children, she spoiled him endlessly.  Tobias ate liver pate out of crystal goblets, just like the cats on television, and wore an expensive collar.  He was to simply put it, her baby.


Desiree instantly felt guilty as she walked back to her Lilac 96' Honda Excel, with Tobias' promised ice cream in hand.  She felt like a pig after eating two banana splits, with extra fudge and peanuts on each. She did not feel that well, but they sure were tasty. Going to her favorite ice cream parlor "Sweet Sensations" always gave Desiree these feelings.  She mused excitedly, "Maybe I can get a job here."  She thought about that for a moment and changed her mind.  "Nah. I can't be trusted with all that ice cream.  I'd gain 20 pounds in within a week."

After Desiree put the key in the ignition, the next thing she knew it something cold was pressed against her right temple and an arm was situated around her neck tightly. Desiree's heart started to beat expeditiously while her blue-green eyes wide with obvious fear, were frozen on the steering wheel.

"Do what I say and you won't be meeting your maker anytime soon.  Got it?" asked a low voice.

Desiree nodded.

"I can't hear you." More pressure on her temple and a tighter grip around her neck.

"Yes," Desiree whispered.

"Good. Now this is where you go"


It was almost midnight as they continued to drive on the almost deserted highway in silence. Desiree was near tears, but so far she had been able to control them. The person that had taken her hostage had not said anything, except for when she was giving directions. It was too quiet, so Desiree decided to take the initiative and say something to the person still sitting in the back seat.  Desiree could tell by the voice, that the person was a female. That was the only evidence she had, because the woman had on a black ski mask, which covered her whole head, except for her mouth and those electric blue eyes she had.  The woman had taken away her arm and the gun, but Desiree somehow knew that she was on alert, even though she was sitting back seeming to be in a relaxed state.
Desiree cleared her throat. "Do you thing that's wise?" she asked quietly.

"What?" the woman snapped, her eyes boring into the back of her hostage's head. Desiree could feel them on her without looking in the rearview mirror.

"Wearing a ski mask, when somebody in another car could see you."

The woman leaned forward, her lips almost touching Desiree's ear as she spoke in that low voice, "Are you trying to tell me how to successfully kidnap you?"

Shivers ran down Desiree's spine as she replied, "N-no. I uhI was just saying that you're apt to draw attention with a ski mask over your head." She shrugged. "That's all."

The kidnapper was quiet for a few moments, just staring at Desiree, in the process making her extremely uncomfortable. Desiree started to feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She thought, "I should have just kept my big mouth shut."

"Pull over."

Desiree jumped, and then she heard the woman in the back seat chuckle. She frowned when she asked, "Something strike you as funny?"

"Yes, you do. Poor baby. Are you afraid of me little girl?" the woman asked mockingly, with amusement in her eyes.

Desiree frowned again, now beginning to become angry. "Don't call me a little girl. Do I look like a little girl to you?"

The woman made a show of examining Desiree from head to toe. Desiree did not know why exactly, but she started to blush. The woman once again leaned close to her ear. "Not at all. From this view, you look like all woman to me," she whispered.

If Desiree was not blushing before, she definitely was now. "Just what is she up to?" she wondered in her mind.

"Pull over."

Desiree complied. As soon as she had pulled over, the woman hurried to get out of the back door with the gun pointed at her captive, to let her know that she should not try to do anything tricky like drive off. Desiree would not think of doing such a thing, because for some reason she knew that the woman would be able to stop her efforts. The kidnapped got in the front seat and scooted on to the floor still pointing the gun at Desiree.

"You can drive now," she said, but the tone of her voice clearly stated that Desiree did not have a choice.

Desiree did not move. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm sitting on the floor. Now drive the car."

Desiree then checked for any other vehicles. Not seeing any coming she pulled out.

It was now two-thirty in the morning, and Desiree was so tired, that she could barely keep her eyes open. She glanced down at her kidnapper to discover that she was staring up at her intently, as she had been for the past couple hours. The gun was still in her hand, but was not pointed at Desiree, to the young woman's great relief. That deadly weapon had been making her eminently nervous.
"Why are you staring at me?" Desiree asked.

"As if I have a choice. Not much of a view from down here."

"Well nobody told you to sit down there," replied Desiree, immediately regretting what she had just said. As if her mouth had not gotten her into enough trouble today. It had cost her her job, and now it could cost Desiree her life.

The blue-eyed woman cocked her head to the side saying, "You know, you have a smart mouth for someone being held at gunpoint."

Desiree decided to change the subject. "I'm going to be missed by a lot of people."

"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's not right to lie." The woman grinned.

She was rewarded with a dirty look. It was at this moment Desiree knew that her life might not be in jeopardy. Sure someone was holding her against her will with a gun, but she now felt it deep down inside that this woman would not end her life. That grin, and the teasing remark gave Desiree the security that she had been seeking. This was not a cold-blooded killer she was dealing with. Then who was she? And what did she do? Desiree thought, "I just simply have to know."

"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's not right to take people against their will?" Desiree countered bravely, wondering if she had just lost her mind. This woman was still very dangerous.

The woman placed a hand on Desiree's blue-jean clad knee. "Oh baby, you'll know when you've been taken," she answered in an even lower tone of voice, then the one she had been using. She took her hand away, but not without a squeeze to her captive's knee.

Her words and action had just caused Desiree to blush again. Was she flirting with her? No, that could not be. Could it? Desiree shook her head, to try to clear her thoughts. The woman was just playing with her mind.

All was quiet for the next twenty minutes, with each woman lost in her own thoughts. Desiree tried to concentrate on what she would write in the next chapter of her novel. She tried to do this, so she would not fall asleep at the wheel. The last thing she needed was to have a car accident now. Her plan was not working, so she settled on talking to her complex kidnapper again, which was exactly what the blue-eyed woman was. One minute she was teasing Desiree, and the next she was gruff, menacingly holding up her weapon.

"I have a child," Desiree stated out of the blue.

"Congratulations," the woman on the floor replied dryly.

"I have to go back, because he depends on me. I'm the only one he has." Which was true. No one else would think to take care of Tobias in her abrupt absence.

The woman said sarcastically, "You're breaking my heart."

Desiree sighed. "Please. He's only seven years old."

"You'll be going soon enough." The woman raised a little to look out of the window. "A lake will be coming up in about ten or eleven miles. There will be a road extending towards it, so turn on it. Got it?"

Desiree nodded. "Yes."

The woman nodded and sat back down on the floor. "Good."

Desiree took a deep breath. "He's all alone."

The kidnapped sighed. "Not this again. What is a seven-year-old doing home alone?"

"He's a latch-key kid."

"At seven?"

"We live in a safe neighborhood." Desiree thought quickly.

"Ah. Well it doesn't matter, 'cause I don't believe you anyway."

Desiree frowned. She actually thought the woman had been buying her story. "You don't believe me?"

The woman shrugged. "Call me crazy, but no I don't."

"Well it's true. His name is Tobias, and he's probably scared silly wondering where I am."

"Lady, save it for someone who'll believe it." She scratched her neck with the barrel saying, "He's probably a cat or somethin'." She had to bite back a smile at her captive's shocked expression.

"What?" she asked innocently.

"Nothing," the strawberry-blonde replied. She suddenly had an idea. "I was bringing him ice cream home." She picked up the now melted pint of ice cream for the woman to see.

The kidnapped shrugged. "So? That could be for you. Got a picture of him?"

"I got a new wallet yesterday, and I haven't gotten around to transporting the pictures from my old wallet to my new one." Desiree mentally congratulated herself. "I never knew I could lie so well."

The blue-eyed woman shook her head. "I've gotta hand it to ya. You're a good liar, although that's not something to be proud of." She leaned towards Desiree and whispered, "I think you need a spanking."

The young woman blushed again, and this time almost ran into a bush on the side of the road. She corrected the car and glanced down at her kidnapper, to find that she was grinning again.

"What?" asked Desiree with a hint of irritation edging into her voice.

The woman replied innocently, "Nothing."

Fifteen minutes later, they were pulling up to a small cabin surrounded by trees and other wildlife. It seemed to be the only cabin around, and Desiree had to admit that it was a lovely little cabin from the outside, with a porch that sported a swinging bench and two rocking chairs. There were four stairs that led up to it. The scenery was beautiful, with colorful flowers all around.

Desiree turned her head towards her kidnapper, who was now sitting on the seat, instead of the floor. "Where are we?"

"In the woods."

Desiree mentally counted to ten. Ay! This woman could be aggravating. "Could you be a little more explicit."

"Yes I could," the woman replied, getting out of the car, and coming around to the drivers' side. She opened the door and told Desiree to get out and give her the keys. The young woman complied on both.

It was then that Desiree noticed that the other woman was much taller than she was. Desiree stood at 5'4' but this woman must have been pushing six feet. It also did not get past the strawberry-blonde that this woman had a great figure. Although it was dark, and the woman was dressed in all black, Desiree could tell that she kept her body fit. The kidnapper noticed the shorter woman looking her over, but chose not to comment on it. She might make her blush again, but that might not be such a bad thing. The kidnapper thought that Desiree looked even prettier when she blushed, or when she was irate.

The taller woman led Desiree into the cabin and deposited her in the kitchen at the black refrigerator. She took a pair of handcuffs out of her back pocket and cuffed her captive's right wrist to the handle on the refrigerator door.
"What are you doing?" asked Desiree in a surprised tone. Never in her young life had she been handcuffed.

"What does it look like? I'm handcuffing you to the refrigerator, 'cause I have to go do something." The woman chucked Desiree under the chin, earning herself a glare in the process. She chuckled and said, "I'll be back" in an Arnold Schwarzenegger voice. She walked away briskly, as Desiree looked after her, wondering after all did this woman have a screw loose.

When the kidnapper exited the front door, Desiree examined all that she could see from her position.  She realized she could see everything. The kitchen was small, but seemed to have everything that it needed, from a black toaster oven to a white microwave. It had one of those modern electric stoves that were easier to clean. This was a black one, and Desiree longed to cook on it. She was an excellent cook, and she enjoyed doing it.

The countertop was white marble, and the floor was checkered with black and white squares. Desiree noticed that even the sink was painted black. The wooden cupboards and drawers were white and there was little window situated over the kitchen sink. Desiree could see the car from where she stood out of the window, and she could tell the woman was inside of it, but she could not tell what she was doing, due to it being so dark. She turned her attention to the refrigerator and opened the door to discover with much joy and surprise, that it was loaded with food. She then opened the freezer to discover the same thing. "Old blue eyes must have been planning this."

Desiree then scanned the living room. There was one black leather couch that curved around. In front of it was a cherry wood coffee table, which contained glass squares on top. Behind that was a fireplace situated against the wall, with wood already inside of it to burn. Desiree noticed that the carpet was stark white, and wondered anew if this woman was nuts. People, who dared to have stark white carpeting, must be begging for carpet cleaners to come to their homes very often, or they made it a rule to check the shoes and feet of everyone who entered. Desiree would be a nervous wreck with white carpet.

A few inches to the right of the fireplace was a huge black entertainment system. In it on the top shelf on the left were ten paperback books of equal height. Desiree could not make out the titles imprinted on the binders of them, because she was too far away. The top shelf on the right had software programs for computer usage. In the middle of the entertainment center was a black 35" television with a built-in VCR. To the right of the television were two shelves packed tightly with videotapes. Desiree could not make out the titles of those either. To the left of the television were two more shelves. The top one held a state-of-the-art compact disc player, and the one below it held a few stacks of CD's. Desiree briefly wondered what kind of music the woman listened to. There were three cabinets at the bottom of the entertainment system, but Desiree did not know what was inside, since the doors were closed.

Her eyes wandered over to a cherry wood desk located by the front door, with a big window in front of it, which was covered by white venetian blinds. The desk had what must have been about a 17" black computer on top of it. Desiree could not figure out the brand from the distance, but it looked like a commendable one. Next to the computer sat a printer and a scanner. A leather-padded computer desk chair sat behind the desk.

"This chick must be loaded," Desiree stated aloud. "Probably got all of this from robbing a bank or something."

She then spied three separate doors in the living room, and guessed that two of them were most likely bedrooms, and the other one led to a bathroom, which was what Desiree realized she needed at the moment. She started to jump up and down slightly, finally taking notice of her full bladder. She looked out the kitchen window again for the kidnapper, but no longer saw her. She squeezed her legs together in a vain attempt to hold herself in check. The last thing Desiree needed was that woman teasing her for wetting her pants.

"Oh! I need some release," Desiree whined, starting to do the "I've got to go to the bathroom dance."

"Maybe I can help you with that," said a voice suddenly.

Desiree's head snapped to the front door to find the blue-eyed standing there, with her mask still on.

"What?" Desiree asked in an exasperated voice.

"I said," The woman began slowly walking towards her captive. "maybe I can help you with that." She tugged on the leather belt around her waist.

Desiree rolled her eyes, but she still blushed. "Must you take everything I say out of context?" she asked.

"Why what ever do you mean?" the woman asked too sweetly.

The strawberry-blonde shook her head. "Nevermind. Could you just get me out of these things?"

"Your pants?" the woman asked, grinning.

"The handcuffs!" Desiree had not meant to shout, but this woman was getting on her last nerve.

"Oh," the woman said, as if she had not known that. "Yes I can." The taller woman did not make a move to do this however.

Desiree stared at her, waiting for the kidnapper to release her from the cuffs. Finally, she could not wait any longer. "Well?" Desiree inquired impatiently.


Desiree took a deep calming breath. "Could you help me out of these handcuffs?" she tried to ask pleasantly.

"I have the ability to."

"3-2-1, 1-2-3. Who the heck is bothering me?" Desiree thought. "Will you please take these handcuffs off of me?" she asked aloud.

The other woman shrugged. "Sure. Just a moment though." She went over to a cupboard and took out a glass. Then she went over to the kitchen faucet and turned on the water, letting it run ever so slowly. The woman looked over her shoulder to see if her plan was having the desired effect.  It was. Her captive was squirming even more now, what with the water running. She had to bite her lip so that she would not bust out laughing. She asked Desiree if she wanted some water, but the young woman declined. The kidnapper slowly raised the glass to her lips, and took a sip of water.

"Will you please get over here!?" pleaded Desiree.

The other woman stared at her for a second. "Patience is a virtue."

"Please do something nice, and get me out of these." She indicated the handcuffs.

The kidnapper placed the glass of water down in the sink soundlessly, and then walked towards Desiree. She stood close to the shorter woman and asked, "What do I get in return?"

"How about I stick my foot in your-

"Whoa! What a naughty girl you are." The woman tsked, and leaned close to Desiree's left ear. "Now you really deserve a spanking," she whispered.

Desiree cocked her head away from the woman's mouth, but not before she discovered to her astonishment that she liked the feel of the woman's warm breath caressing her ear. She had not even touched her, and Desiree managed to shiver.

Desiree narrowed her eyes. "I was gonna say mouth."

"Yeah right." The blue-eyed woman gave her incredulous look. At least Desiree thought she did. She could not tell very well since the woman still had the ski mask on.

"Could you please unlock me?" Desiree attempted to ask this as sweetly as she could.
The other woman did not utter a word as she took out a small key from a pocket in her black jeans, and unlocked the handcuffs. She then took Desiree by her left arm and led her to the door closest to the fireplace. She opened the door and ushered her captive inside, warning her that she better not try anything tricky. Desiree nodded as she hurried into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

A couple minutes later after Desiree washed her hands; she took in her surroundings. The bathroom held a shower and one of those round bathtubs, instead of the basic oval shape. The sink and the surrounding area were black with gold-colored faucets and two black knobs for hot and cold. Desiree would have loved to soak in the gorgeous looking bathtub for an hour or so. Desiree opened the medicine cabinet, and discovered the basics in it. Aspirin, cough medicine, Tums and such. All of the sudden a knock came at the door as she closed the medicine cabinet.

"Yeah?" Desiree called loudly.

"What are you doing in there?" asked a muffled voice.

"What do you think I'm doing? It's a bathroom."

"I heard the toilet flush. You're done, so get out," the woman demanded.

Desiree opened the door and said, "You know, you should really follow your own advice."

"What do you mean?" the woman asked on the verge of impatience.

"Patience is a virtue." Desiree tried to mimic the other woman's voice.

"Well you were taking too long," she argued.

"What did you think I was doing?" Desiree placed her hands on her hips. "Making a weapon out of the soap and toilet paper?"

Desiree suddenly found herself wrapped around the waist by strong arms. She let out a yelp and placed her hands on the taller woman's shoulders, as she was twirled around. The other woman let go of her as she rushed into the bathroom, slamming it after she got in.

Desiree laughed for the second time that day. She inquired to the closed door, "Well why didn't you just say you had to potty?"

Desiree wandered over to the entertainment system to get a good look at all that was inside. Out of the books she read that they were from such authors as Jackie Collins, Rita Mae Brown and Sandra Brown. The CD's were mostly oldies, soft rock and rhythm and blues. The videotapes seemed to be based mostly on drama, with a few comedies. Desiree even spotted a couple of her favorites, and some that she had wanted to see, but had not gotten around to yet. It then hit her that she could very well escape. Desiree looked towards the front door longingly.

"Don't even think about it."

Desiree jumped. "Must you sneak up on me!" She glared at the woman standing in front of the fireplace.

The woman smiled, showing a nice set of white even teeth. "I like to keep you on your toes."

Desiree nodded. "Ah." She then studied the woman. "Why did you leave me alone?"

The other woman shrugged. "You wouldn't have gotten very far. I would have caught up with you soon enough," she replied confidently.

The strawberry-blonde rolled her blue-green eyes. "My. Don't we have a big ego."

"No. I'm just sure of my abilities," the other woman said seriously. She then walked over to the couch, taking a seat. She indicated for Desiree to come sit down too, so she did, but Desiree made sure that there was plenty of space between them.

She then studied the woman's ski mask. "Why don't you take that off?" she pointed towards the mask.

"Oh so you can identify me to the police?"

Desiree shook her head. "I just thought you'd be more comfortable with it off."

The other woman started to say something that would most likely make her captive blush, but she changed her mind. "Since when did you care about my comfort?"

"I don't," Desiree argued. "It's just that you look silly wearing that when I don't see any need for it."

The blue-eyed woman stared at Desiree so long after that that the young woman began to squirm. Finally, the woman raised a hand and grabbed the material of the mask around her chin and pulled if off. Desiree could not help herself. She gasped and openly gazed at the face behind the mask. This had to be one of the most beautiful women that she had ever laid eyes on. The woman had dark brown hair that fell a little ways passed her shoulders. It was mussed from having been stuffed into the ski mask. She had prominent cheekbones and lips that Desiree considered looked soft as cotton. Her sky blues seemed to stand out even more without the burden of the mask. Desiree surmised that the woman could not be much older than she herself was.

"Something you find interesting about my face?" inquired the other woman with mirth in her eyes.

"N-no," Desiree stuttered. "I was just looking," she tried to say nonchalantly.

The blue-eyed woman scooted closer to her and whispered, "Is that all you want to do is look?"

Desiree abruptly hurried off the couch to stand by the fireplace. "Why do you do that?" she asked, blushing furiously.

"Do what?" the other woman asked innocently.

"Tease me. Turn what I say into something lurid with your perverted mind," she replied between clenched teeth.

The other woman shrugged. "It gets my juices flowing."

"Can't you get your juices flowing some other way?"

The kidnapper ran her eyes slowly down Desiree's body. "Oh, I can think of one or two ways." She smirked.

Desiree chose to ignore the not so hidden meaning. "Well I don't appreciate it."

"Funny." She scratched her chin. "I don't recall giving any implication that I cared about what you appreciated."

Desiree yawned for an answer. She ran a hand over her eyes wearily.

"You tired?"

"What do you think?" Desiree snapped irritability

The kidnapper held up her hands. "I was just asking." She got up and grabbed a hold of her captive's upper arm, leading her towards the door farthest from the bathroom. She opened it and ushered Desiree inside saying, "This will be your room while you are staying here."

Desiree's eyes roamed around the small but nicely decorated room. It was done in shades of blues and white. She turned her attention to the woman still standing behind her. "How long will I be staying here?"

A shrug. "As long as it takes," the woman answered simply.

Desiree's face scrunched up. "As long as what takes?"

The woman leaned towards her captive conspiratorially. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." She laughed at the look of shock on the young woman's face. She chucked her under the chin saying; "I'm just kidding."

"I knew you were," Desiree announced defensively.

"Yeah right." The taller woman smirked. "Listen, everything that you find in there feel free to use. Clothes, toothbrush, towels, everything. Got it?"

Desiree nodded. "Thank you." She was not so sure that she should be thanking this woman, since she was holding her hostage, but in spite of everything the kidnapper was being cordial. How many kidnappers would give hostages their own bedroom, clothes and bathroom needs? Desiree almost felt like she was on vacation, except for the part where she could not leave as she pleased.

"No need to thank me," the woman muttered. "Really no need to thank me," she thought.

Desiree fidgeted with the knob on the door. "Well goodnight." She began to close the door.

The other woman smiled slightly. "Goodnight, Love."


Part 2