0 comments/ 26694 views/ 3 favorites Abduction Ch. 1 By: Barbara A descent into the depths of obsession A.K.A CHAPTER SIX of THE WILFUL EXHIBITIONIST * * * * * Naked in bed with Monica after a well cooked dinner, courtesy of Sally and Sheryl who welcomed us to join them in a home cooked meal before we both excused ourselves for an early night, I did my best to please her. She moaned contentedly as I promoted a well deserved orgasm for her. I relaxed and asked her to listen. I had decided to explain the real reason for my early curtailment of her experimentation with my new toy while we were in the car. I had noticed the disappointment that was written on her face and I felt that I owed her that much, at least. I told Monica details up to the point where my captors entered that room during that two week period of captivity. Monica was intrigued by the flashbacks that I had been experiencing recently. She cradled me in her arms and soothed me while I continued recounting the events of the second night. "I was mindful that these people enjoyed watching me humiliate myself for their amusement so I made a point to take pleasure in my approaching orgasm, putting on a command performance for them and doing my best to appear delighted to know that they were watching me. Afterward, two of them began to lubricate my anal passage with a slippery oil-like substance, probing deeply with their fingers and instructing me to relax my sphincter muscles if I didn't want to be hurt." "They all raped you? Monica breathed sharply. "If only it were that simple, darling. The fact is that those monsters forcibly introduced me to a whole new world of sexual depravity that I hadn't previously been aware of. Although I was terrified at first, I began to enjoy their attention. Rough and uncompromising to begin with, they seemed disarmed by my willingness to please them and became more sensual in their touch. Once I was thoroughly slippery and wet they guided me toward a man laying on the bed. They assisted me to mount him. It was the weirdest feeling, being used and handled by so many people and not knowing what or who was lying there underneath me. They pushed me down until he was fully inside me and then some guy pushed me over the top of him and someone else forced an even bigger penis into my bottom. Christ! I thought they were going to split me in two. They both came inside me, grunting away like pigs all the while. It was horrible but I did still my very best to please them, expressing both own satisfaction and praise for them, milking both men dry with my internal muscles. After that they both wanted me to lick them all clean. I was still in ecstatic shock and all I did was shake my head. I forgot where I was and I only meant to tease them. Two of them got angry with me and the woman said I needed to meet Vladimir." I composed myself before I carried on. The memory was still fresh in my mind. "Monica, they put this thing inside me and left the room. I begged them to come back." I shook and sobbed as I remembered that night. It was the night the bastards had introduced me to Vladimir. Even now I dreaded that name. Monica soothed me and I continued to tell her about it. "After they left me the male voice instructed me to take off my blindfold. There was a soft plastic sheet on the bed and a mixture of sperm and oil was running down my legs but I was quite alone again. I was told to get up on the bed and lie back in the middle of the sheet. That was when I noticed the two thin leads running from near the headboard of the bed and into my vagina. My blood ran cold as I numbly obeyed and waited for their next instruction." "On the table next to the bed there is a rubber ball with an elastic strap on it my dear. Do you see it? Just to your right. That's it." The voice was softer now, more soothing and seductive somehow. "With trembling hands I picked it up and looked at it, looking back at the speaker and asking what he wanted me to do with it." "It's a gag, my dear. Please put it in your mouth and adjust the strap around the back of your head." "I won't say anything. Do you want me to be quiet? I won't yell out. I promise." By now I was shaking uncontrollably in Monica's arms as I relived the conversation with the commanding voice from the speaker. Monica could only hug me and she whispered in my ear soothingly. "It's all right now darling. Don't put yourself through this." I looked at her and smiled bravely. "No! I have to carry on now, Monica. Just hold me." I was determined to explain my ungrateful reaction to her present. I owed her that. I steeled myself to continue; "You're not going to disappoint us again are you, Katrina." "Without further argument, I crammed the rubber ball into my mouth and adjusted the strap before nodding my head in the direction of the speaker." "Good girl! Now just make yourself comfortable and lay back with your head on the pillow and wait for Vladimir to visit you." "I reached for my blindfold and was about to put it on when the voice stopped me." "Did I tell you to do that? We want to see your eyes when Vladimir instructs you. He'll be very gentle with you---This time." "Monica. I believed him." I was sobbing and I felt the tears running down my cheeks as Monica kissed me. "The bastard had me believing that some guy was going to explain what they all wanted from me or something. I settled back on the bed and waited. I kept my legs opened up toward the camera so they could see my face and played with myself again. I thought that might amuse them and this Vladimir character might be more gentle with me. The metal thing that they put inside me was uncomfortable but I was really wet and juicy. I spread my lips to show them how aroused I was and everything." I took a deep ragged breath and blurted it out to Monica. "I'll never forget that dreadful agonising pain as my entire body jerked spasmodically for a few seconds and I lost all control of my bodily waste functions. Just as I was ready to orgasm again the bloody cunts turned it on. It was a fucking electric shock device! The pain was unbelievable. I can still feel it even now." Monica was shaken. The expression on her face was a mixture of wonderment and disbelief, giving way to one of tender devotion as she looked at me. "The frigging animals!" She caressed me and did her best to calm me down. "Now I understand why you wanted me to turn the toy off darling. I'll never let anything like that happen to you again." It took ages before I calmed down enough to explain a few of the following events after Vladimir's lesson. How, with some pain, I bore down on the device and yanked the object from my vagina and threw it on the floor, covered in my own excrement and filth. Ripping the gag out of my mouth and gasping for breath as I pleaded helplessly with the unseen captors, telling them I would do anything they wanted from now on. Worse still, how I was humiliated beyond belief as they made me beg for them to come back so that I could prove that I had learned my lesson. "I had to clean up all the mess myself, mostly with my bare hands, before they told me to clean their device and hang it back where it belonged. They said to make sure it was clean because they might have to use it on me again sometime, if I was naughty. It took ages to clean that mess up. I had a shower afterward so I could go to sleep on the bed." I paused briefly. "Did they?" Monica's soothing voice jolted me back. "They trained me to serve their every desire after that by threatening the use of this device they called Vladimir. Hanging on a hook on the headboard, where I could always see it, Vladimir was a constant reminder of how cruel they could be if I displeased them in any way. It was capable of being inserted into any body orifice and provided more than enough incentive to comply with any filthy or outrageous demand that they cared to make of me. It carried variable electrical current though two thin wires and on this occasion the device had apparently been demonstrated to me as a means of ensuring my future compliance. After that I was ready to do anything at all to prevent a repeat performance. Later on, they assured me that they had only used it on the lowest possible level. They calmly told me that it could be adjusted right up to a fatal setting. By then, I was loath to call their bluff and blindly obeyed their every passing whim, to the letter." At this point I became incoherent, sobbing my heart out as I looked wildly at my lover for comfort. "Don't say any more for now my darling!" Monica brushed my lips with her fingers. "I'll go and make us a nice hot cup of cocoa if you like?" She got off the bed and went to put on her dressing gown with a solemn and troubled expression on her face. "You won't tell the others?" I looked at Monica with a tear-stained face. "Please don't tell them about that horrible disgusting night. Darling Monica." I shook and shuddered. "I only want you to know about that, nobody else. I'm so ashamed." I was crying openly now and Monica spent the next hour soothing my nerves, almost like a mother. She kept apologising, as if she was somehow at fault for my shattered state. I realised that she was completely devoted to my well being and I loved her all the more for it. Even my own Mother would have been really disgusted with me, perhaps even more than she and Dad were already, anyway. I hadn't known how much to tell my friends the other night, but I could never have mentioned that particular incident to anybody but Monica, I'm quite sure. The next morning I was fully recovered and, determined to show Monica the trust that I placed in her judgment, I inserted her erotic gift inside me and confidently handed over the remote control device. I had faced and conquered my fears by telling her all about Vladimir. Wordlessly, she smiled and handed me her own remote. She was already wearing hers and, as per our implicit understanding, no underwear at all now. I understood the private agony that she must have endured in making the decision to dress that way and so prove her commitment to me. We were both excited at the prospect of going out with Arnold to work on his project whilst we were in such a high state of sexual awareness. Monica had lengthened the strap on her camera bag to assist in her in managing her skirt but she looked vibrant and flushed as we waited for Arnold down on the street below the apartment. Even Monica had no idea where Arnold was intending to take us on Saturday morning but I was glad that we would both be earning money and hoped to make his movie successful. I was feeling elated for many different reasons but primarily because, for the first time since Nana was torn away from me, I had a sense of belonging to someone again. Not in the same way that those bastards that abducted me took possession of my body and abused my trust, but with a strong emotional bond already beginning to form between us. It must have been fairly obvious to my other friends this morning when Monica and I joined them for breakfast. I respected Monica's wish to be discrete but I longed to tell Sally and Sheryl that I had finally found true love. Radiant and cheerful I suddenly squeezed her arm. "Look, here he comes now!" I pointed toward the car pulling into the kerb to pick us up. Monica had been expecting his approach from the other direction. Arnold had two other ladies and another man in the car with him. We squeezed into the back seat of his large car after he had helped Monica load her gear into the boot and he had introduced his friends to us. They worked as extras with the film company. Dárcy, Michelle and Olivia were all looking forward to a day out horse riding on a Dude Ranch over an hour away from the city. Arnold explained that he had arranged for us to take a scenic trail around the ranch and cleared it with the owners for some filming to take place around a small lake at the head of the trail. The documentary intended to show aspects of leisure activities which could be enjoyed without clothing, among ordinary members of the public. We talked among ourselves on the journey and it became apparent that two of us were expected to leave our clothing behind and encourage the other extras to join us in a nude ride as we progressed around the trail. Olivia and I would begin the ride totally naked and the others would be persuaded to part with their clothing along the way. Arnold told me the rushes of yesterday's film had been so encouraging that the bosses had extended the budget to include at least ten other activities among the general public. "You won't have to worry about being busted by the law, Katrina." He smiled disarmingly. "Except the last set of filming, maybe? We want you to do something like you did for Monica on your first day. That's alright with you, isn't it?" "Like I said. As long as the budget will pay any fines that I get afterward------ If I get caught of course!" I gave him a cheeky grin and we all laughed. This was going to be a fun assignment. I would be paid to follow my life long passion, and with no legal penalties either. "You are going to be the star, Katrina. Even Michelle here wouldn't be game to walk through the streets, naked, like you did!" "Christ, No! I saw that photo where you were talking to those people on the street, Love. No way would I do that!" Olivia laughed nervously. " Arnold asked us a few weeks ago." She looked at me with genuine respect. "I might work myself up to that one." Michelle turned toward me and confirmed. "But definitely not on my own! That's for sure!" "We'll do that one during the week sometime, whenever you're ready. That's the beauty of it." Arnold turned toward me. "Any time you like. As long as there's heaps of people around of course." The enthusiasm that Arnold projected was infectious and obvious to everybody in the car. He was looking forward to filming that segment of the movie. "There's another movie planned." He turned toward me again. "I hope you guys will----" Suddenly A car tooted it's horn and Michelle narrowly avoided disaster by grabbing the steering wheel, just in time, reminding Arnold that he wasn't paying due attention to the road. "I'm too young to die, just yet!" "Oh! Sorry guys." Michelle's timely rebuke reminded Arnold to keep his eyes on the road, causing him to lose his train of thought. "Lets just get the first film in the can before we worry about that!" Monica chided him. "God almighty! I'm sure Katrina and I don't want to die either. She'll probably do whatever you need her to do. Let's talk about it later!" Arnold drove more carefully after that until we turned into a country lane while the rest of us got to know each other with more subdued conversation. Our driver returned to his buoyant mood as we pulled up among the other cars at the entrance to the office. In the flurry of activity as we unpacked the camera gear and the owners brought out six horses, ready for us to use and assured us that they were older, more sedate animals, Arnold forgot to mention his other idea. In the excitement of slipping off my dress, leaving it in the car and meeting the owners of the business, I even forgot about my internal toy. The owners had been forewarned but still watched closely as I expertly mounted the most appealing old horse, swung my leg over the saddle and settled easily into the contours of the soft seat. The owner's wife was awestruck by my readiness to display my smooth pubic region, clearly showing my moistened and semi-aroused labia, with no apparent embarrassment. She pulled her equally fascinated husband away from me roughly, muttering her displeasure in his ear. Monica leaned up toward me on tip toe. "What about--" I smiled serenely at her, cutting off her words and showing her my remote. "Just remember to take your control too!" I whispered and winked at her with confidence. "It might be fun." Monica nodded her head with that same wicked grin that I had grown to love. "Say no more!" She walked her mount away from all the others and discretely mounted her animal, away from the other people, re-arranging her skirt so that her naked bottom made contact with the comfortable saddle but it wasn't obvious to the others in our group. Her good camera was slung casually around her neck and her other gear was tucked safely in the saddlebag. Olivia appeared disinclined to get undressed and mount her animal in full view of those present. She led her horse quietly over to the car before she reluctantly parted with her clothing and hoisted herself into riding position from the far side of the horse. Olivia's shapely buttocks were untanned but firm. Her full bikini trimmed bush hid her nether lips from view but her large milky cream breasts bounced invitingly as her horse cantered back toward the rest of us. She was blushing slightly and holding her reins so that her hands covered her pubic region while she waited. By now there were other people watching us from a distance and moving toward our group, nonchalantly eying us over and pointing. I was sure that they had business elsewhere but were clearly coming over for a better look. Olivia, still flushed and appearing really uncomfortable to be seen naked among them, bravely straightened her shoulders displaying semi-erect nipples as she smiled coyly at me. "I don't mind, once we get going but it's awful with everybody ogling you like this, isn't it? She said softly, nervously glancing toward the newcomers as they stared at us. "To me, that's the best part!" I grinned happily. "Gets me all wet and tingly inside." I lowered my voice. "You look lovely! Just be proud of your body. I wish I had larger breasts sometimes. You're really so lucky to have such a neat figure." I liked Olivia from the moment I met her and desperately wanted to reassure her. She nodded thoughtfully and smiled. "That's just what Michelle says too. I'm only doing this for her and Dárcy you know. We all live together. I normally do fashion modelling but they told me I would get used to this sort of work." She looked awkwardly at me. "I hope so! They tell me it's really good money." Just as Olivia spoke I felt a tingle and my new toy moved inside me. I looked over at the rest of our group and they were waving toward us, now ready to go. Monica had something in her hand and she was looking quizzically toward me with a hint of a smile on her face. "Are you two ready to go yet? I hope you don't mind if I interrupt your conversation." The ultimate double entendré. " You can interrupt me as often as you like, darling. You have such a compelling way of doing that. I'm really learning to love it." I let her know that I wasn't being sarcastic by smiling lovingly at her. "It's actually very enjoyable." All the others were gazing inquisitively at both of us and Monica went bright red and giggled like a schoolgirl but she warned me, with her eyes, not to say any more. She had been overcome with petty jealousy and had no wish for anybody else to know just how she had attracted my attention. I caught up to the group and rode alongside of her and whispered to her. "How about you? Comfortable are we?" The flushed expression and wide smile gave me the answer as I switched my remote on while I was talking to her. Indeed the sensation of our unadorned genitals touching the saddle was erotic enough but as my sweet Monica replied in kind I felt my lower stomach move again and my clitoris grow fully as I shivered with delight. Giving Monica's hand a reassuring squeeze, I moved my horse back a few feet away from hers, just as Arnold suggested that Monica ride ahead to warn any approaching riders about what we were doing and ask them not to look directly at his camera. Arnold had a small, hand held unit and he was intermittently filming as we rode along. Abduction Ch. 10 The next morning, Connor, dragged himself out of bed. He felt completely worn off. No surprise there, he thought as he considered the night's activities. She had awoken several times and each time he had been there to relieve the pain and fuck her brains out – literally speaking. It felt as if his brain had been emptied as well. He guessed he had got a few hours sleep in total. Not barely enough, but it would have to do. He turned to his bed partner. She still slept soundly. He chuckled. She would probably have a sore throat as well as aching muscles. She had screamed so loudly and so often, he had wondered why the staff had not stepped by to complain yet. Most likely they saved their complaints for him. He tugged on the rest of his clothes and went to his office. Outside the door, he contemplated for a while before he locked the door behind him. *** "Good job, man," Morgan laughed heartily as he clapped his shoulder. He had barely entered his study before he was assaulted by his friend. "What for?" Connor wondered. "For quieting that mate of yours. She can not have much voice left after all the screaming she did last night," Morgan chuckled. "I'm sure many will be delighted by the aspect." "Hrmf," Connor grumbled. "Well, I could use a man to guard her door. Maybe you would like the honour?" Connor said glumly. "No thanks," Morgan said. "I'll let myself scarce instead." He laughed his way through the door. Connor swallowed a yawn and sent a private to guard Teri's door. "Make sure she doesn't go anywhere," he instructed the man. *** That creep of a man had actually locked her inside. As if she was an ill-behaving child or his property. He probably believed the latter. But, he would regret this decision. She just needed to come up with something new. The drug had obviously not done her much good. Apart from giving her a sore throat and muscle aches all over her body. She hurt in more muscles than she had thought she had. Especially her pelvis was not quite up to scratch today and every step she took was painful. Oh well, not as painful as that aphrodisiac. She would not wish that drug on her worst enemy. Not even on Connor. It might lead to more muscles aches on her part if she ever tried it on him. So she was in dire need of a good plan - well any plan that worked better than the previous would do. Due to that drug she would probably not be able to walk properly for the next few days. How embarrassing, she thought. She banged the door hard. "Let me out of here!" she yelled. Then stepped back in surprise as an unfamiliar voice answered from the other side. "Sorry, my lady, but the Governor said you were not allowed to leave the room," the guard answered. "And why not?" "He didn't give me any reasons, only said you were not to go anywhere." "Why don't you follow me around then?" she suggested. "Sorry, my lady. That would be against his specific orders." She cursed aloud. Stupid males. Always following their damn orders. What happened to individual thought? They must have lost that ability in the selection process. "Why don't you go and get that damn Governor so I can get out of here?" she yelled again. "Sorry, my lady. I was not allowed to leave this door." "Well, just pee in your pants then," she grumbled loudly. Damn male wimp. He would probably choose to wet himself rather than disobey his beloved Governor. She was practically fuming. Kidnapped, locked up and raped. That was her. No, wait a minute. Scratch the last one. Technically, it was not rape; she would have to admit that. The way she had salivated after Connor ever since the first evening she met him, it could not be called rape. The man was too good to be true. If she had not pinched herself repeatedly since she had ended up here, she would still have thought herself in that wet dream she had planned since first meeting him. And thinking about it, every intelligent woman with an intact libido would have done the same thing, she was sure. A girl had to make the best of every situation, didn't she? And when someone like Connor came along and sprouted some nonsense about being ones mate and that it was his duty to fuck you? Well, be my guest. Only, he could have come up with a better reason than claiming it was his duty. It was not good for one's self-esteem to have someone fucking your because it was their duty. He should definitely work on those lines, she thought. The arrogant asshole. Still, such a prime male specimen was not to be ignored. And he had quite the stamina as well. Keeping up with her drugged and oversexed libido last night, there was no doubt about that. Just even thinking about what had taken place the night before made her blush all over. Maybe she was better off with taking advantage of his sexual prowess a few more times and then she would probably be fed up with him. That was the usual agenda. Boyfriends always showed their bad sides after a while, and when the fun was gone, so was she. She had managed on her own before, so why should she not leave this one as well? One thing was certain; he thought he was the sole commander in this relationship. This culture could be technically advanced, but they seemed the lack the most basic of women rights. So, what to do about it? Cut up her bra and hang it from the nearest treetop? Nah, it was her favourite, and who knew if they had anything like her wonder bra in this backwater society. Maybe she should have asked the wise women for some itching powder to pour over all of Connor's clothing? Hm, that did sound like a tempting idea. Only, then he would probably start walking around naked. And he would probably get some ideas about who the culprit was. No doubt about that. Her bottom would probably not be too happy about that prank. He might want to use force when spanking her the next time. The last time it had only been humiliating at first, then even more humiliating as she grew more and more aroused. Damn, she wasn't into BDSM. No way. Ordinary sex worked well for her, thank you very much. She would turn nuts if she had to stay inside all day. She wanted to escape this nice little prison cell. She walked around the room, trying to locate something she could use in her escape. Looking out the window she estimated it was only a few meters to the ground, and not much to climb on. So, she needed something to act as rope. The bed sheets perhaps? An old idea, but it had worked for others, so why not? She ripped the sheets and tied the ends together. Testing their strength, she thought this might perhaps not be such a good idea after all. Well, it was not so far to fall down. She would probably survive anyway. She dragged a chair over to the window and fastened the end to it. Looking out the window, she could see into the back garden. No sight of any guards – yet. She threw the rope outside, and swung her body after it. Climbing down the sheet, her arms felt as if they would rip any moment. She had better start working out some more, she thought as she gradually lowered herself closer to the ground beneath. Setting her feet back onto solid earth, she breathed a relief and started to take the walk they had refused her. On her return she would rather take the front door. She would definitely have to work out more before she tried climbing up again. Still, it felt good with this little rebellion. So what would she do with her unexpected freedom? Perhaps visit that doctor woman again, and demand she gave her the correct herbs this time? Or perhaps she should empty the fuel tank of Connor's spaceship? Back on earth she would have gone for blowing the tires, but she had not been able to locate the tires on the spaceship yet. She walked around the park and ended up in front of the old woman cottage again. "You again?" the woman said surprised when seeming her entering. "I thought you would need at least a few days to recuperate from all that lovemaking," she chuckled good-naturedly. "Considering all the gossip about Connor's prowess and size, I would have thought you were exhausted." Teri felt herself blush even more and now in front of this old woman eyeing her so thoughtfully. It was unnerving, to say the least. She tried to block out the pictures about the prowess and Connor but felt her cheeks getting an even warmer colour than before. "Well, it takes more than a few fucks to tire me," she tried unconvincingly. Then simply gave up and changed the subject. This woman was to blame for her aching body, not to mention the best night of her life, but she would never admit to that. "You gave me the wrong herbs yesterday. Perhaps you care to correct the error today?" she forced her voice to sound as calm as possible. "You still haven't come to your senses, then?" the old woman asked. "By sense you probably mean to become some brainless twit adoring her louse of a mate. No, I must admit I haven't seen any reason for getting a lobotomy yet." The woman chuckled. "Oh, you young people are always the same. Thinking that you've all the time in the world and all the chances as well. Did he not give you pleasure last night?" Another blush was colouring Teri's face, and the woman chuckled. "Oh, I knew he would. You are so lucky as to have got him as mate. In fact, many women have tried to capture him, but none has succeeded – until now. And he has always been such a nice and honourable man. And now he's a Governor as well. Oh yes, I always thought he would mount to something great, and so he has," the old woman droned on. Teri just smiled at her. The people here were just like earth people, she thought. Even the gossips were the same. Funny, she thought as the old woman still spoke heartedly about Connor, portraying the man she knew as a creep as a heroic figure. The woman must be blind as well as daft, Teri thought. No wonder she gave her the wrong drug. "So, you don't realise he's just perfect for you? That you were chosen for each other?" "No, I'm afraid I don't see it that way." "Oh you will," the old woman replied before turning back to the kettle she was brewing something ill smelling in. "One day you will wake up and discover what a fine man is standing right in front of you, and I hope for your sake that you'll discover it soon. You have such a fine specimen in your bed, that it would be a great shame to waste time by avoiding him," she smiled knowingly at Teri. "Why don't you just give me the herbs?" Teri asked quickly, suddenly fed up with the entire subject of Connor and all his endowments. "Sorry, dear," the woman replied. "I don't know of any herbs that can prevent pregnancy. Around here every child is such a rare event that no one ever thinks about preventing the pregnancy." "Huh?" "Yes, haven't you noticed how few women are around on this planet? And I suppose you haven't seen many children either?" Teri thought for some time. Apart from the healer and the house keeper which were both old women, she had not seen any females around. No children either. "No, I haven't. But I thought they were just locked up by their mates. The men here tend to be very dominant," she said glumly. "Yes, they have to," the woman explained. "There are so few women left that every woman is guarded well, to prevent her from being kidnapped and raped by desperate males." "What? And how has this gender difference occurred? Don't tell me all women have been killed at birth or something like that. It would be typical for some people I know to only want male heirs so as to make a strong army, or using some other lame excuse." "No, we don't know why. In fact, females are highly thought off, and every female birth is celebrated." "Ah, so that's why you have started to kidnap woman from other planets? How vile is that? This society definitely resembles the stone ages in that aspect." "Stone ages?" "Well, you know. Men walking around with large beards and even bigger clubs; clubbing the women before kidnapping them. The first people on earth." "Ah, I see." The old woman chuckled again. "And I can see why you were chosen for Connor," she said looking knowingly at Teri. "And why is that?" "You both have the same bizarre humour. He had always been a most intelligent boy, and a great hero to our people." "You know him well?" "Of course. This is his home planet. His mother was my childhood friend." "I see. So that's why you told on me?" Teri accused. "Well, did you want to go through those pains on your own?" Teri just grew quiet. Before saying, "No", very reluctantly. "But you could have given me another drug that didn't hurt as much." The woman chuckled. "So you didn't appreciate his ministrations to reduce your pains? Did he not bring you pleasure, is that the problem?" Teri felt her face getting warmer. Pleasure? He had done nothing apart from giving her pleasure since she met him. The old woman must have understood because she just nodded. "I've never heard anyone complain about his lovemaking before, so I was sure that was not the problem. Still, he could have left you in agony, you know. Just to give you a lesson. Some men use the aphrodisiac as a punishment for their mates, and then let them conquer the pain on their own." "How primitive," Teri harrumphed. She could still remember then powerful contractions floating through her body, making it ache all over. Only the feeling of Connor's skin against her own, his cock in her cunt had made her feel any better. And the only thing that relieved the pain completely was the countless orgasms he had given her throughout the night. If not for those respites she would probably have gone crazy. Now, she only had a sore body and aching muscles. She stretched her legs slowly. They had stiffened in the short time she had sat down. "Muscle cramps?" the woman asked, chuckling knowingly at the same time. "As if you didn't know that already," Teri grumbled at her. "It was your entire fault, you know. In fact, you owe me a favour for that trick you pulled in me the last time I was here." "Perhaps," the woman said reluctantly. "What sort of favour were you thinking off?" "Well, you can start by lending me some sleeping droughts and a knife," Teri explained. After promising not to use any of the supplies on 'dearest' Connor, she left the cottage with her newly assembled weapons. Now she would be ready to face down that guard Connor had bestowed on her. Abduction Ch. 11 The guard was nowhere to be seen as she entered the bedroom. Strange, she thought, before she heard the door being slammed hard behind her. Quickly, she turned around but was gripped by a powerful set of arms and hoisted into the air. "Where have you been?" Connor growled at her, while looking her over thoroughly to check for injuries. "I went for a walk," she answered in her most relaxed voice. "A walk? Don't you know it's dangerous out there," he practically yelled at her. "I know now," Teri replied with an irony. "The healer was kind enough to explain the dangers to me, when others had neglected to," she glared at him to pronounce who the culprit could possibly be. "I was so worried about you," he said while releasing her and starting to parade back and forth in front of her. "Where have you been all day? I've searched all over the city for you." "No need to worry," she said. "I've just been to see the healer and we've had a long chat." "A chat?" "Women-talk," Teri explained. "About what?" "About what this culture is like and why there are so few women around, and why you treat them all like prisoners. In fact, I think you would be better off by teaching the women some self defence and give them some weapons to protect themselves with." "Really?" "Yes, and I intend to do something about it as well. I want to start a women's group, where we can meet and exchange ideas about improving this society. I think this whole culture could definitely use a face-lift." "Really?" Connor repeated himself, looking heatedly at her, before continuing. "And what would you like to change in this women's movement of yours?" "Well, first I want woman to be treated as equals to men, not as their cattle." Connor just raised one eyebrow at her statement, but said nothing. "Then, I want to give women an occupation. To give them something to broaden their minds beyond nursing children and being sex slaves to the men. "And what is wrong with that?" Connor said with an affronted expression. "Women have tended to children and men for centuries. It works really well." "No, it doesn't. Perhaps they accept it simply because they don't know of anything better, but I refuse to live such a life." "Oh, I seem to remember that you didn't complain too loudly about my lovemaking yesterday," Connor said smugly. "In fact you seemed to thrive on being a sex-slave then. I particularly remember one incident where you were sitting on top of me and trying to take as much as possible of my cock inside of your body. And..." "Oh, just stop it!" Teri interrupted him. Her face felt warm and her pulse had increased due to the images his memories had evoked in her mind. "That was the past. Now, I'm beginning a new resolution. No sex before I get my requests." He just stared at her. "You can't be serious!" he said slowly. "Oh, I'm very serious." She ticked off on her fingers as she spoke. "Number 1. I want to assemble a women's group. Number 2. I want a real occupation. And number 3. I want to take my own decisions about my welfare and safety. That means no guards appointed by you and no locking me in the bedroom." "What? And no sex before I fulfil these wishes?" Connor asked icily. "You're right. No sex. I'm going on a strike." "A strike?" "Yep, that's the word for it on earth." "No wonder your earth people make war all the time," Connor said knowingly as Teri just glared at him. "Okay, I'll accept your terms, but just let me tell you this: You won't last a day without sex. I should know that by know. You're practically addicted to me, darling," he added with a wink. "Don't flatter yourself." Connor just laughed. "Just let me know when you surrender." He leaned forward and said with a heated voice, "I just love to hear you scream your pleasures as you tighten around my shaft." Then he picked her up and ripped the skin suit from her body before shoving her onto the bed. "Hey!" was all Teri managed before he landed on top her, supporting his weight on his arms above her. "This is not part of the agreement," Teri complained, before giving his chest a hard shove. He didn't budge at all. Instead the heat from his body transferred onto hers and made her feel even hotter than before. The heat in his eyes added to the sensation and she felt herself drowning in the presence of this dominant male who was so much stronger than herself, but who could still touch her so softly. "Sure it is," Connor replied. "You said 'No sex'. You didn't say anything about touching or kissing," before bending down and massaging her breasts as he kissed her hard on the mouth. "Stop...," she barely managed to say before his lips captured hers and he placed kiss after kiss on her lips, before stroking his tongue along her bottom lip. She shivered as her body melted to his touch. She kissed him back and stroked her hands across his shoulder. He lifted his head. "So, how long can you last before you'll demand to be fucked again? I'll be happy to oblige you right now," he said smugly while rubbing his hardened cock slowly against her thigh. The smugness in his tone felt like ice water in her veins and she wanted to kick herself for allowing him the upper hand once again and so easily. She could not afford to let him control her body, making her salivate just by the thought of his touch and become brainless just with a kiss from his lips. It was embarrassing to say the least that she could let herself go this easily. It had never happened before. She collected her straying thoughts again, before giving him a large shove. This time he budged and fell to the side on the bed. "You have to do better than that," she lied to him, before quickly escaping the bed and his tempting presence. Realising her nudity, she grabbed the bedspread and draped it around her naked body. He leaned back on his elbow, following her every movement as she wandered around the room. "Looking for something?" he asked interestedly. "My clothes," Teri replied. "You ruined the only skin suit I liked. You could at least have brought along more of my own clothes on this kidnapping." "I prefer to give you some new ones," he said smilingly. Stroking his hand slowly across his chest and moving it down his body. His clothes were tight against his skin and she could easily make out his muscled chest through the light-coloured shirt he wore. Glancing downwards she stared at the large bulge in front of his pants. She had tried to avoid looking directly there, knowing she would have difficulty dragging her eyes away. The pants seemed to be tented to the utmost of their ability and it seemed they would snap any moment. That erection must be painful, Teri thought suddenly. No wonder he was so grumpy. Suddenly his hand came into view and he made a circling motion around his cock. Teri stared spellbound at his actions, and noticed the bulge growing even larger in his pants. Now he stroked directly at his cloth covering his cock and rubbed slowly up and down the hard shaft that was just waiting to be released from the tight pants. As he stroked his hand across the large crown on the top and made a deep groan, she stopped breathing. Her tongue darted out and she licked her lips just by the thought of him loosing his pants and her taking his large member into her mouth and sucking him off. The idea of giving a male head had never given her joy before, but with this man it felt absolutely necessary. As if she could not help herself from drowning into his touch, his body, his heat. "Want to join me?" he asked silkily before patting the bedspread beside him. Teri just shook her head and collected the strength to turn away and to start thinking again. He was not human, she thought. No man has ever aroused her this much and so effortlessly. She shook her head as if clearing away all straying thoughts then remembered she needed a change of clothes. She walked to the closet, and looked through the fabrics. All the clothes were too big for her. They must be Connor's, she thought. "Where are my clothes?" Teri asked. "I decided you didn't need any," Connor replied smilingly. "That way you won't go anywhere." "I won't?" Teri dared him to answer. "I could walk around in this sheet all day long. People will think you too poor to dress your own mate," she said bitingly. "Yes, I suppose that would not do." He seemed to be thinking about it for some time, before making a decision. Teri was not fooled. She was sure the creep had planned this entire conversation down to the tiniest detail. Such a bossy male would never left anything to chance. "You better try that bureau over there." He pointed to the bureau right next to the closet. Looking through the drawers, all she could find was a thin fabric that would barely cover a mouse. "Is this all?" she asked ironically. "You must have gotten the wrong size." "Put it on," Connor suggested, lying completely relaxed on the large pillows. He had removed his shirt and now displayed a firm set of muscles betraying him for the soldier he was. Forcibly dragging her eyes away from him, she concentrated on the clothing again. It was more like a handkerchief to her mind. She held up the fabric and studied it closely. It resembled a tiny dress, with straps and a very short length. The fabric was so thin and soft she barely dared to touch it, afraid it would rip between her fingers. She would just love to wear something like this next to her skin, were it not for the transparent fabric. It would do well for underwear, but not as the only object between her and the world. She was not an exhibitionist. "If this is all your women are allowed to wear I can understand why they never venture outside. Even thinking about wearing this makes me freeze my butt off." "Just try it on," Connor pleaded. "I can always get your butt warm again later on," he said temptingly. She turned around and put on the fabric which turned out to be a small dress that barely covered her nipples and ended just beneath her bottom. She turned and watched herself in the mirror. It didn't look too bad, except that even a lingerie model would seem more covered than her. "Very nice," Connor purred behind her. "Come here and let me get a closer look." "Not a chance," she huffed. "It lacks something." "Like what?" "Underwear? A bra and some panties would feel perfect," she said ironically while staring at her dark-haired mound and the tightened nipples that were visible through the thin fabric. The dress didn't cover any detail of her body. She could just as well be naked. "No way," Connor interjected. "This is just the way it is supposed to be worn. Although if you feel like it, I can shave your mound for you. Some of our young women like to do that." "Don't say all your women walk around like this? Do you guys actually enjoy letting other men stare at your mates? This outfit doesn't hide any details as much as I can tell." "Its tradition," he said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Besides, the other males know they can only look, but not touch. But they like the look." "I bet. Well, screw tradition," Teri intervened. "And get me some real clothes instead. I'm not walking around dressed as a slut." "Naw, I like that one," Connor said staring dreamingly at her nipples that were gradually becoming tighter. "Well, then get me some more dresses so I can put them on top of each other." Abduction Ch. 12 The next week passed with complete silence between the two fronts. Teri had taken one of Connor's shorts and tied a rope around her waist. Also, one of his shirts had mysteriously become a part of her wardrobe. The sight of her in the wide clothes was definitely not the least sexy and so Connor told her. "I don't try to do sexy," was her biting remark. "Well, I would appreciate it if you tried on that dress again," he said smugly. "Although, I can still see some shape beneath all those clothes there. You sure you don't want to have sex yet? It would probably improve on that temper of yours." "I don't have a temper," she yelled at him. "Then it must be your period, then. Orgasms are good for reducing PMS, by the way," he suggested. In answer she threw a plate aimed straight for his head which he easily sidestepped before quickly walking out of the door. *** "Any news?" Morgan asked. "About what?" Connor said irritably. "Never mind. I can see she still hasn't let you into her bed again. You look like hell, man." "Go away," Connor growled. He hated every smug remark the men had thrown his way lately. A man who could not control his own mate was definitely a laughing stock in his society, and the men thought it absolutely hilarious that she had declared a sex strike. They would not laugh as loud when their own mates discovered the same idea, Connor thought smugly. But so far, his mate was the only wilful enough to refuse her husband his rights. Time and again he had considered taking what was rightfully his, but he just didn't feel like it. He wanted her to enjoy their lovemaking and become the demanding and pleasurable creature he remembered from their trip to Alpha Centauri. But, it seemed he had to do some serious work to achieve something like that. These days, she barely spoke to him. He did not know what was worst of her screaming at him or not talking at all. Possibly the last one, since he had no idea what to do about it. Maybe Loanna had some advice for such a situation, he thought glumly, before going to see the healer. *** "Buy her some flowers and invite her out to dinner," Loanna suggested as soon as Connor had explained the problem. "And that will actually help?" Connor was unconvinced and sank further back into the chair while trying to find a way to handle this mate of his. "Remember that this is the first female to ever go on a sex strike against her own mate. I don't think she would behave as other females. Not even in this." "She's still human," Loanna interjected. "And all females like to be pampered, to feel like they are special. You must treat her as if she is more than a broodmare to you." "How did you know that?" Connor asked in a surprised voice. "How I knew you love her?" Loanna almost laughed. "Well it's easy. Your eyes always wander to her and you are even asking an old woman for advice in wooing her. Can it become any clearer than that? Of course it's love. Even a tough fellow like you must have some emotions hidden down there." She pointed at his chest. "And it's about time as well. Remember, you're not getting any younger. Although I could swear you were a foot shorter the last time I saw you," she continued as Connor had risen and towered above her, before starting to walk around inside of her small cottage. "I suppose so," Connor said slowly, never realising he had been so obvious. "But, if it's so obvious, why can't she see it? Or is she just taking advantage of my feelings for her?" "No one is blinder than the ones in the relationship," Loanna said truthfully. "I should know that. It took years for me to realise I loved my husband and it was right in front of me all the time. So I don't think she knows what she feels for you, and the more reason for you to make her see it clearly. This ice front between you is not helping things along." "Okay, I'll give your advice a try." *** Teri stared at the thin dress Connor had given her. Did the creep actually want her to wear something like that in public? On Earth she would be arrested for such a stunt. This planet was really strange. She studied the dress again. It was amazing. It looked like a babydoll, only the fabric was so sheer that every detail of her body would show through. Still, her plan was not working very well, so maybe it was time to take some drastic measures. She had thought Connor would not last a day without sex, and now it had been 2 weeks. Now she was the one that would probably crack first. Especially when she considered that every time she met up with her "husband", she was practically salivating by the thought of that magnificent man in her bed, pounding into her warm flesh and giving her countless Earth-shattering orgasms. She felt herself flushing just thinking about it. There she went again. Her thoughts going to Connor and his tempting person every chance she got. She tried to steer away from her lustful thoughts, but still she could not prevent her dreams becoming more and more lust-filled and covered with Connor's warm and hard body giving her body the release she craved more and more every day. This had got to stop. Still, she didn't want to give him an easy victory. She really believed she could do more for this society than simply raise Connor's children. Oh my god, where had the thought of Connor's children come from? Of course her top priority was still to return to Earth, although her old life had more or less been pushed to the back of her head. What she did long for was a time when she was happy with her life, and content with living without a man. Maybe it would be easier if she was back on Earth to live without that unnerving personality who called himself her mate. She really hoped it would be as good as it had been to be back on Earth. In fact she missed the food, the smell of springtime and especially her apartment. It was a place where she could just lock the door to any annoying males and just be herself. And she definitely missed wearing her own clothes. Or clothes that actually fit. Speaking of clothes, her eyes ventured onto the babydoll again. She did have one more thing to try before she would be reduced to simply pounce on the man. Or worse, beg him to take her. Now that would be defeat indeed. *** Connor just stared open-mouth at his mate as she made her way through the park outside the house. His men were also staring, he noticed glumly. As she came nearer he could see her outfit more clearly and his body kicked into over-gear just by the sight of her lusty figure revealed in every detail behind the dress he had given her. He could even see that she had shaved her mound and the sight shot through his body and his cock gave a tug as his body prepared to strike and carry her back to the house for some serious fucking. "Wow," he heard Morgan say from somewhere on his left. "Oh my god," Morgan continued in a drugged voice as if he had been kicked in the head with something heavy. Connor suddenly realised how many of his men were salivating over the almost naked body of his mate, and he felt his temper increasing sky-high. "Man, maybe this mate-business is not so bad after all," Morgan continued as Teri was coming closer to them. "Go away," Connor said in an angry voice. "Huh?" Morgan asked. "Go away, all of you, and keep your eyes where they belong. Or I might be tempted to carve them out," he growled at them. Quickly, they woke from their trance and started to venture in all directions, moving away from the angry Connor as fast as they could. Morgan passed Teri and whispered as he went by "This is all your fault, you know." "Oh, I know," Teri said silkily, loving every minute of seeing her controlled mate reduced to an angry beast. The cold wind made her nipples tighten even more and she could see Connor's face becoming even darker than before as not a detail of her body escaped his attention. Righting her stance she moved in front of the angry-looking Connor. "Go and change. Now!" Connor barked at her. "What? You don't like my outfit?" Teri asked smoothly. "It was you who suggested I wore it. So what do you think?" she asked and twirled around in front of him, making him see every detail of her body portrayed through the thin fabric. "Saints," Connor almost choked on the word. "What happened to underwear, if I may ask?" he said while staring as her nipples gradually stiffened. "Well, I only did as you suggested," she explained slowly. "And you said that this was the normal clothes for women here." "Yes, they are," Connor said sheepishly. "But not for you. That is far to revealing to be worn anywhere else than in my bedroom, so go and change immediately." "No way. I'm following tradition from now on," Teri said, smiling wickedly at him as she tried to pass him and continue on her walk in the park. "What about following another tradition instead?" Connor snarled at her as he gripped her arm when she tried to pass him. "Especially the one stating to keep your mate happy and healthy with loads of sex. What happened to that one, Missy?" "Oh, I'm being selective," Teri explained slowly. "One can not engulf all the traditions at once. Besides, one should always start with the most important issues first." "Okay, that's it. I'm ordering you to get indoors and change right now!" Connor growled. "Or would you rather have some help? I'd be happy to lend it to you," he continued leisurely, giving her a hungry look at the same time. "You're ordering me?" "Yep, I'm your mate, your governor and your master in all there is. And this wilfulness has been going on for far too long. My men are having a hilarious time on my behalf because of your refusal to do your duty." "So what?" Teri interceded. "Then send me back to my own planet, Oh holy Master. I'm sure it would be in your power to do so," she screamed at him before turning heals and heading back to the house in a fit of rage. That did not go too well, Connor thought self-consciously. He was supposed to pamper her, not lecture. He let out a deep breath. He was not good at this mating business. Up to now, all women had behaved normally around him. Always waiting on his every request and fighting over who was to pamper him. All of them had been easy and non-demanding of his person and time. Women came in different races, he concluded. And his was one of the difficult ones. Still, even he knew to fruitlessness in trying to reason with her now. Instead, the hard cock in his pants would have to wait a few more days for her to come around and see reason. They were mates, and they were going to live together for the rest of their lives. The sooner she understood that, the sooner they could find a common ground to build their relationship on. He tugged at his pants, giving his cock more room while taking a few deep breaths, trying to control his body again. That dress had been a sight. Or her body had been a sight. He felt himself longing for the time he could have her back in his bed again. This time it would be for good, as far as he was concerned. This strike thing was something the Earth-people could have for themselves. Only look what it did to him? Having a raging hard-on for two weeks was not something he would wish upon any male, not even his enemies. He would have to continue taking the cold baths he had started to endure since Teri started this nonsense. Abduction Ch. 13 Later in the evening Teri thought back on their last row. If only they could learn how to communicate properly. If only she could look at him without also thinking of bedding him instantly, perhaps then she would manage to keep her head level enough to present her opinions in a better manner. Maybe then he would see her point of view and perhaps even agree. Or perhaps not. Perhaps he was stuck in his culture's primitive ways and wanted the world to stay just as it had always been and not allow any changes. But, still she could make another effort, before abandoning this discussion of theirs. In the back of her mind, she also hoped he would want to fuck her again. She had longed for his body for so long now, she needed a stupid excuse to see him and be near him. What this feeling of attraction for Connor could be, she did not want to think about. She could discover something she did not want to face at the present time. Still, she was very sure she wanted his body in her bed and preferably without much delay. She did not have to agree with the guy in order to share pleasures with him, did she? Something was definitely wrong with her logic, she thought. The starving for Connor's body must have left her temporarily deranged. She went to seek him out before she had the chance to change her mind another time. She had walked these halls so many evenings lately, but she had always passed his door. This time, she walked straight up to his bedroom door, taking a few deep breaths before quietly opening the door and trying to locate the familiar form of Connor in the large room. Suddenly she heard a deep moan and looked around the darkened room to locate the noise. There he was. She stared at the unexpected display in front of her. Connor was sitting in an armchair, naked. On top of him, a naked woman was bouncing up and down, riding his lap and possibly also his cock by the sound of it. He moaned again, before leaning backwards and letting the woman continue to ride him. His hands gripped around her waist and roamed up her back, before slowly moving around to her front. He helped her move up and down his cock as he groaned loudly. "So good," he groaned. "Faster, my love." Teri gasped aloud before she could prevent the sound from emerging. Now she finally understood that all his declarations during their lovemaking had been just that. Simple words that he used with every woman he fucked. How could she have been so naïve? At her gasp, Connor turned his head instantly, and saw her standing in the doorway, a shocked expression on her face. "You bastard!" she yelled at him, before stamping out of the room, and slamming the door hard behind her before he could see the tears that was starting to form between her lashes. "Teri, wait! Come back here!" Connor shouted from behind the closed door. Teri didn't want to listen to his explanations about what that woman was doing with her mate, and in their bedroom. How could he take another woman into his room so soon after their mating? She ran away from him. Tears were streaming down her face as she only could think about getting away from Connor as fast as she could. She did not want him to see how much he had hurt her with his whoring, and right now she could not bear to face him - that bastard! How could he? Just because she had not fucked him for the last two weeks he simply gave up on her and sought out other women. Already? And they hadn't even been married or mated a month yet. Good thing she had not given him her heart yet. Or, judging from the tears streaming from her eyes, perhaps she already had lost her foolish heart to him. That jerk! That moth-eaten louse had actually managed to steal her heart before he went out and threw himself on another woman. She felt her body shutting down as cramps pounding through her belly and she gave herself up to the heavy cries emerging from her body. She sank down on the floor, creeping into the nearest alcove and crying her heart out for the man she had finally realised she loved. It did not do her much good right now. She suddenly heard noises gradually coming closer to her, and realised the guards was probably looking for Connor's slave. That was all she had been - his slave. Not his mate. She huddled herself together in the small alcove, trying to prevent whoever came by from seeing her. She did not want to be brought in front of Connor with a tear-soaked face and staring down at his new concubine. A woman that was probably very content with having taken her place in the colony. Or at least in Connor's bed. Several men ran past her, and far off she could hear Connor yell, "Find her! Get some more men, but just find her before she gets into more trouble!" So he didn't want to loose any of his concubines, was that it? Right now she felt like stealing a space ship and learn how to fly it by simply pressing all the buttons she could find. If she was lucky she might land on Connor's head if she crash-landed it into the palace. Still, she knew she would not get far since she could not even open the doors into the space ship. But one thing was certain, she would have to find another hiding place if she did not want to come face to face with Connor this evening. The alcove would never hide her the next time anyone came running past. She pulled herself to her feet and tried to locate a better place to hide. Her room was out of the question, and she could not go to Loanna either, since that would be the second place Connor would search. She would probably have to settle for a set of bushes in the park, she thought glumly. Or perhaps, Loanna could hide her in her attic. She thought the attic sounded a lot more tempting than the park, and she started sneaking along the halls, listening for voices and footprints to notify her of any searchers. She managed to sneak out of one of the backdoors, and started to walk through the park. Still no sign of anyone was following her. Maybe she would get lucky for once, she thought glumly. But before she had the chance to congratulate herself on her escape, she was suddenly grabbed from behind and flung to the ground. A hand was placed over her mouth before she managed to scream out loud. Connor, she thought angrily, and started to kick at his body and bite the hand that was holding her. "Damn you! Stay still!" a strange voice snarled at her. It was definitely not Connor, and she could not place this voice anywhere. This was even worse, she thought, and started fighting again, hitting her assailant in the head and stomach so he grunted from the pain. As he reached out to grab her hands and preventing them from hitting him again, she raised her leg quickly and kicked him in his balls. He moaned and sank into a foetal position, holding his jewels and moaning his pain. Another pair of hands gripped her as she tried to scramble away, and she was soon pushed to the ground again. This time she landed on her stomach. "Lie still, you little witch!" he growled in her ear. "Or I might be tempted to use my knife on your pretty face." "How brave," she gasped as her mouth was filled with sand and she coughed it out again. He quickly tied her hands behind her back, before following through with tying her legs together, as well. All the time she tried to find an opportunity to launch a kick at his balls as well. But before she got the chance she was pacified. She screamed but he put his hands across her mouth so soon that only a small sound managed to escape. He gagged her quickly, before looking at his partner. "Pull yourself together now, Pete," he whispered angrily. "That bitch tried to kill me," the other growled as he lifted himself carefully onto his feet. "I'm going to kill her at first opportunity," he growled. "Don't do anything stupid," the other replied. "Remember the boss said to keep her alive and intact." He threw her over his shoulder and ventured into the forest with his unwilling prey. Kidnapped again, Teri thought ironically. What a parody. It should not be allowed for a girl to go through more than one kidnapping in her lifetime. Once should be more than enough. Well, that did it. She had more than enough of this terrible planet, and of the men who completely lacked any knowledge about how to treat a woman. No wonder women were a rare species on this planet. With this culture they were probably emigrating in droves if her suspicion was correct. Or they were simply extinct. She was thrown onto some animal of a sort, and they continued on a bumpy journey further into the forest. Teri felt her insides wanting to come outside as each bump was felt through her entire body. It almost felt like seasickness, she concluded ironically. Although she had never experienced any sickness onboard any boats, this was probably what it felt like. Her stomach was aching to get rid of its content and she felt her body being thrown back and forth along with the strange animal's movement. It moved almost the way she had seen lizards move on the telly back home on Earth. Still, its size attested that this was not any ordinary Earthly lizard. She looked down at its feet. Yep, it was definitely a kind of giant lizard - or a close relative, as she spotted to fork-like legs protruding like a tree trunk. More likely a dinosaur that had misunderstood the concept of extinction, she thought glumly. Man, the ground was far beneath her. She struggled to maintain her position on top of the animal as it continued to increase the pace. "Lie still," a voice demanded. The same man that had tied her up, she thought, recognising the voice. It was the one that had threatened to redecorate her face for her. Before admitting they were not allowed to harm her at all. Good, she thought. Tattoos had never appealed to her before, and if she ever wanted one she would definitely put it somewhere a bit more private than her face. Perhaps on her shoulder or bottom. She contemplated which design to choose. Concentrating so hard to think on anything else than the queasy feeling in her stomach as she was bounced from side to side following the lizards running movement. Finally, after riding through the night, they arrived in what looked like a temporary camp. Teri had already decided that tattooing her entire back was by far a more tempting notion than riding a few more hours across the back of a lizard. Her stomach would probably never want to have food again, and it felt as if she had broken a rib or two - or at least dislocated them to her elbow. "Do you have her?" a man asked her companions. "Yep," her guards answered triumphantly before dragging her off the lizard so that she landed hard on the ground. She yelped into the gag. "Not very cooperative, I guess?" the man continued. "No, she fought violently, Boss. Just ask, Pete over there," the other said laughing. "She got him in the nuts, she did." "Aye," Pete nodded, "and she will pay for it." "No, she won't," the leader interceded. "We need her alive. But are you sure this is the right one. She certainly doesn't dress like a woman," he said while studying the ill-fitting and baggy clothes she had stolen from Connor. "I would have imagined the Governor's mate to have some more expensive outfit than that." Pete laughed. "Don't worry. It's the right one. We snooped around a bit before grabbing her. She's the Earthling, and Connor's been having some problems controlling her, we've heard. The entire city is laughing about it. She's definitely his mate." "Good," the leader continued, before looking her over more carefully. "Governor Hamilton will pay us dearly to have this one back again." He removed the gag, and untied her. "You can not escape from here anyway, so there's no use in these," he concluded. "But Boss, she's vicious. Just ask my balls," Pete interceded. "Don't worry," the leader continued. "I don't think she's stupid enough to take on an entire camp full of soldiers. Now, then, Missy, tell us about this mate of yours. How many men does he have and where are the guards posted?" "Couldn't your two wise men figure that out themselves before kidnapping me? Or would that demand too much strain on their small pea brains?" Teri asked icily the tall man standing in front of her. The camp was full of scruffy-looking men, who did seem to avoid getting too close to water, but still, she was too angry and sick on this entire planet to be scared. "I'm sorry to inform you that your information is completely wrong. I'm not the mate of Connor. I hate that man and I will never see him again." "Not the mate?" He turned to his men. "They are quarrelling," Pete interceded. "The whole city was talking about her refusing to have sex with him. She has started a stroke, I think it was called..." "The word is strike, and neither you nor the town has anything to do with gossiping about my personal life," she snarled at Pete, so angry she forgot she was trying to persuade them they had the wrong woman. "Ah, so there's some sort of lover's quarrel, then?" the leader smiled, but the smile never reached his eyes. "Then you better pray that your mate will still want you bad enough to pay up. Otherwise we might be tempted to make some other use of you," he said, while giving her body a tell-tale look. Teri shuddered as she imagined everything she had ever heard about gang rape and torture of prisoners. She had practically landed in hell, she concluded, and she wasn't sure Connor would raise a hand to save her ass this time. Not now when he had this new woman of his. That meant she would have to save herself, and it did her little good to let them know how much they terrified her. Whatever they would do to her it was no use in worrying about it now. It would be plenty of time for that later on. Right now all she had to do was concentrate on getting out of here alive, and as intact as possible. Since Connor was not likely to even find these criminals, she would have to locate a chink in their armour and attack from there. "Okay, while we're waiting for Connor to come by and rescue me, what's for lunch?" Teri asked. "More like dinnertime, if you ask me," Pete interceded. "Whatever," Teri replied. "How's the food around here? You don't happen to have a burger, do you? I mean, you being rebels and all that, I suppose you are more free-thinking when it comes to food?" "What's a burger?" Pete asked. "Stop it!" the leader interceded. "From here on you are both on kitchen service, so just stop the nagging and do some work." "So, what's a burger?" Pete asked again as soon as they were out of earshot of the leader. "Its loads of fat, onions and cheese," Teri explained. "Sounds good," Pete said dreamily. As the day passed on, no Connor had come charging into the camp and demanded her release. Yet, she thought glumly. In her dreams he would probably come riding a white charger as well, but she was not sure they even had white horses on this creepy planet. The trees surrounded the camp on all sides, and the trees were almost preventing even the slightest sunbeam from entering the camp. What a glum place, Teri thought sarcastically. Still, this was probably very like the Robin Hood stories she had read as a youngster. Only he was a hero who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. This group of rebels seemed to have something useful tricks to learn from that one. Thinking it could probably help her cause, she told the men about the story when they had a chance to sit down in the evening. "And this bloke actually gave the money away?" one of them asked, not believing his ears. "He must have been taken too many bumps to his head," he laughed. "So what are you fighting for, then?" Teri asked, trying to understand some more about this strange collection of dirty men. "We fight for freedom," one of then said haughtily. "Whose freedom then?" "Well, ours, I suppose," he continued more uncertainly. "We have always been directed by these governors that come and go, and the only thing they care about is to collect as much wealth as they can." "Besides maintaining stupid laws like the one saying that each man is prohibited to take on any other occupation than that of his father." "That means no one can ever become anything else even if he wanted to," another explained. "Hmm, but Connor was born on this planet, wasn't he? I can't remember hearing his father was a governor?" "No, his father was a soldier, and so Hamilton became one as well. It was probably luck and the right connections that landed him that job," the leader interjected. "So, that means he would probably listen to your demands, then?" Teri asked. The leader just laughed. "No way! That would mean less power to him, and no governor would ever allow that. So, the only solution is to remove him." "Remove him?" Teri stared shocked at him. "As in killing him?" "Yep," the leader said lightly. "But we've already tried that and so far it hasn't worked out very well. He's well protected that mate of yours." "So what do you need me for then? I suppose you won't demand money? But probably Connor?" "Yep, you're smarter than you look, lady," the leader said with a humour Teri did not share. "He has given the oath, so this should be quite easy." "The oath?" "You really are an Earthling," the leader laughed loudly. "Everyone knows about the oath. Any mated man has to swear to protect his mate no matter what, so he will have to trade himself for you. Clever, isn't it?" "Do you really believe Connor would risk his life for a mate he's quarrelling with?" Teri asked worryingly. "Of course," the leader said still laughing by her ignorance. "He has given the oath, hasn't he? And he can not break that promise. Because, who would want a governor who can not protect his own mate?" The assembly laughed aloud at the idea of Connor being kicked out of the governor palace, and Teri thought that Connor was definitely not a man one would expect to be breaking any oath. Especially not an oath he had given to the group of elders on Alpha Centauri. That meant he would probably show his ass here sooner or later, and being his gentlemanly self he would probably get himself killed just as soon. That would not happen as long as she was around, Teri thought glumly. If she could find a way to prevent that from happening, she could go back to Earth with a clear conscience and simply forget about Connor and this strange planet. No way if she wanted to be the reason for getting Connor killed by this strange assembly of criminals. It was not worth it, and she didn't like the idea of sacrificing the man she had come to love, even how stupid he was behaving, or how many other women he had. She refused to have that on her conscience. Besides, she was sure Morgan would probably kill her for getting Connor killed, and how would she ever be able to return to Earth then? Abduction Ch. 14 The night passed quietly and Teri slept soundly even though her hands were tied together. The leader had not wanted to risk anything, he had stated while tying her up and telling her to lie down on the blanket next to his own. Apart from that he had done nothing to harm her, and she was relieved that she had not yet been reduced to camp mattress. But, she knew she had to act pretty soon. She hoped the men were more relaxed now and that they would not keep such a close eye on her this day. Especially, since she had been on her best behaviour yesterday. She was in charge of breakfast this morning. That meant putting all the vegetables she could locate into a large bowl, and then serve as soon as it resembles a thick and strange looking mash. Easy, she thought glumly, as she cut the vegetables and poured them into the bowl. No need for a cooking degree to handle this, although she usually preferred microwaving her food. So far, the smell was far better than the looks. Oh well, if they were hungry enough they would probably eat anything - even trees. Now it was time for the spices. She looked around her. No one was watching. Everyone seemed too busy with their own morning rituals. She reached into her pockets. She still had Loanna's herbs. Only, she was not certain what they would do. Perhaps nothing, since Loanna had given her the wrong herbs before. These ones should be a sleeping drought and a drug to induce impotence. If even one of them worked, she would be safe. She poured them in and hoped for the best, stirring the mixture together and started to prepare the serving. "Breakfast is ready," she shouted to the dirty assembly. One by one, they came forward and collected a large portion each of the food, before gulping it down with a complete lack of table manners. She was so busy with serving that she failed to eat something herself. No one asked her either, so she chewed on a carrot-looking fruit as she poured a coffee-smelling liquid into their glasses and sending them around. Half an hour later, she still could not see any difference. Everybody was acting normal or as normal as she could tell after only two days in their company. She went to the outskirts of the camp to wash up. No one seemed to bother guarding her and she would not give them any reminders. If the drugs did not work she would still have to make a run for it, and she tried to keep to the outskirts of the camp as a preparation for her flight. Then suddenly she heard some noises from the camp. One after another, the men ran into the forest as if something nasty was dogging their feet. It was actually working, and judging by the sound, Loanna had given her the wrong herbs this time as well. Instead of sleeping pills she had got a laxative. She wanted to shout with joy, but knew that would be a major mistake on her part. She could hear sounds all over the forest of people barfing and she decided the time was right to make a graceful exit. She quickly moved further into the forest and away from the sounds from the camp. Soon, she picked up the direction of where she thought she had come from, and started to put as much distance between herself and the rebels as she could possibly obtain. As she ran, she laughed inside by the great success of Loanna's herbs. This time, the joke was not on her and she thought that if she'd ever given the impotence drug to Connor, he would probably puke his stomach content all over the bed. Well, it was some sort of impotence, she would give Loanna that. It was difficult to fuck somebody when puking your stomach inside out, but the drug was still not working the way Loanna had said it would. Maybe the woman was not so good a healer as she was thought to be? Or perhaps she just had a hilarious time in giving Teri the wrong drugs all the time. She ran through the forest until she became tired, but she kept on walking briskly. She had to get far away from the camp before the rebels where able to sit on their lizards again. Or horses, if they had any tucked away somewhere. *** Suddenly she heard some strange noises in front of her and she threw herself behind a tree and carefully moved forward to see where the noise came from. It was Connor. And Morgan. And all the other soldiers from the palace. She was so pleased to see them - she could barely contain a cry of joy as she leapt forward and clung to Morgan as he passed by. "I'm so glad to see you," she gasped happily, before giving all the men nearest to her a tight hug. "What took you so long?" she asked as she walked up to Connor and gave him a small hug and a kiss on the cheek. Connor was still angry from seeing her hugging Morgan and the rest of his men instead of her own mate. He scowled at her. "Well, why don't you try telling us where you're going the next time, darling?" he snarled at her. "Well," she huffed. "Thank you for the rescue. I even had to rescue myself, thank you very much. And I haven't even had breakfast yet." "Where are the rebels, then?" Morgan asked. "You mean what's left of them, I suppose. Right now they are hanging over some bushes and pouring their guts out. So if you want to defeat them, now would probably be a good time." "What happened?" "I spiked their breakfast for them." "They actually let you cook for them?" Connor asked disbelieving. "They must be damn brave or insanely stupid." Teri ignored him. "And Morgan, don't bring along this fancy piece," she said while pointing at Connor. "They want his head on a platter so he might get himself injured." "What? You don't think I can take care of myself?" Connor growled. "You are one thing, but the others can not waste time keeping you safe all the time. You politicians are only good with words, not weapons. So you are sorely out of practise. All you have been doing lately is fucking women and that is hardly the best experience when dealing with murderers. Besides it is you they want, and they kidnapped me to insure you would step by." Connor just continued scowling at her, while Morgan tried to maintain his composure but failing miserably. "What did you give them?" Morgan asked in a strangled voice. "A mixture of drugs. One to induce impotence and the other a sleeping powder." "What?" both men blurted out. "Well, they did not work as planned so I believe they will first empty their stomachs then go to sleep again." "And where did you get those kinds of drugs?" Connor asked suspiciously. Teri avoided looking at him, and answered, "From Loanna, of course." She glanced quickly at Connor and noticed he had a very clear idea about who she originally had thought about as a Ginny pig for those drugs, but he didn't elaborate it right now. Hopefully he would forget all about it, she thought. Or thinking about it, he deserved some impotence drug just for sleeping around, that lousy bastard. Hopefully he would start treating her better now that he knew she was armed with these kinds of weapons. Or he would give into her demands. She would not live with a man who dared to flaunt his mistresses in front of her. She would not accept that. *** The journey back to the palace was passed in silence between Connor and Teri. The rebels had been caught while they were being sick all over the forest. It had not been a pretty sight, as Morgan had laughingly explained to all that would listen. And he had jokingly offered Teri a place in his squadron as bait and poisoner. Teri had laughingly refused the honour, but Morgan was still bragging about what good use a woman could be when she employed her upper faculties. The good humour spread through the entire army as everyone gave into the relief of winning such an easy victory. Only the rebels' leader had escaped. Teri could not remember if he had eaten any of the breakfast, but it seemed he had mysteriously managed to get away from their army. They had searched for hours in the woods, but no one had caught the least site of him. Still, the remains of his once proud but still dirty followers were now safely stored in the cells at the centre of Ziota city. Rumours had spread quickly through the city of the rebels defeat and many people had shoved up to cheer as they walked through the city. Relief was evident in all their faces, and Connor was happy to have solved at least one of his problems. Now, all that remained was to send out a warrant for the leader, and get his mate into his bed again. She had avoided him all since their meeting in the forest. Instead she had laughed and enjoyed herself among his men and particularly in the company of Morgan. He was becoming angry when looking at his mate surrounded by other men. Men that were smiling at her and congratulating her on a job well done. Some even hugged her, and that made him want to tear the men apart, limb by limb. Only he should be allowed to touch his mate, and he sent the men a murderous look watching them shirk away from her right away. Teri noticed his scowl and turned her back on him and continued talking to those that still dared being around her. Connor wanted to grab her hard to him, and never let her go again. She would get the spanking of her life for scaring him like that. She had let herself get kidnapped and dragged through the forest. Making him think she had been killed or raped or even worse, then suddenly emerging from the woods as if nothing serious had happened at all. She was still as cocksure as ever and she seemed to have been treated well. At least that was what little he had picked up from her explanation to Morgan. She would not speak to him about it, and the thought depressed him. He was her mate. It was he who should be comforting her, saving her, telling her the criminals would never hurt her again. Instead she acted as if nothing dangerous had happened at all, while he felt like a quivering idiot for worrying so much about her welfare. This mating thing was more difficult than he had ever imagined it would be. *** "Go to the bedroom!" Connor ordered Teri as soon as they stepped into the palace. The soldiers was noisily roaming around and settling down in their barracks after a long nights work. "No, I won't be treated as a child," Teri answered angrily. "Do you want the entire town to hear us quarrel then?" Connor asked icily. He would have to start controlling his mate real soon otherwise she might get injured the next time she did anything silly. "Start walking or I'll carry you," he threatened. Teri knew the threat was real, and turned and stomped angrily back to the room where she had been sleeping lately. "Our room," Connor ordered behind her as he saw in which direction she was heading. Teri just ignored him and carried on. Once inside she slammed the door behind her and locked it. Connor would not find a willing listener for his complaints this evening. If he tried, she had more than enough complaints to shower him with, but she was not quite up to seeing her adulterous mate for the time being. She had not forgotten the shock of discovering him making love to another woman – in their bedroom. How could he do such a thing? Just because they had not had sex for some time – all right, two week's time - did not give him the excuse to seek out another bed partner that quickly. It did not feel good to be replaced that easily. Especially not when she had finally come to like the guy. Perhaps she even had some stronger feelings for him - enough even to make her consider staying with him at this strange planet with another culture. But, now she was too angry to care about what he did. Since he did not want only her, she did not want anything to do with him. That meant going back to Earth was a more tempting thought than ever before. To go back and try do forget all about Connor – his touch and the tender lovemaking they had shared. The man who was always doing his duty, always doing the best for the planet, and still could make her hunger for him just by the thought of him. The smell of his skin, the maleness surrounding him, dragging her to him as to a magnet, making her feel things she never had felt before. And she hated him for it. Making her feel so much, and then smashing her feelings in her face by betraying her and their relationship. There had to be a way out of this mess. *** Suddenly someone tried the door handle behind her. Discovering it was locked, Connor banged loudly at the door. "Open it now, Teri! Or I'll break the damn thing." "Go away!" Teri shouted, but before she managed to continue, the door was rammed into the room and Connor emerged in the doorway. "I said now," he growled at her. "And don't think I have forgotten your stupid behaviour last night. You could have been killed by those rebels, woman." "Well, I didn't, and no thanks to you, mister. I can manage quite well, thank you." "No, you can't. God knows what would have happened to you if you had not been so lucky and carried those drugs around. And that was all there was to it: Luck!" he yelled at her. Teri just ignored him and turned away. How dared he berate her efforts to catch the rebels he had been unsuccessful in finding for weeks now? "You're just angry because I had more luck in catching the bad guys," Teri said ironically and leaned casually against the window while watching Connor's reaction. Connor's face turned warmer at an instant. "You were kidnapped," he growled. "Yep, and so what? It wasn't the first time, was it?" Teri replied, hoping he would catch the sarcasm in her voice. It seemed he did as his face turned a lighter shade. Now he was really starting to look angry, and Teri only anticipated the explosion that was sure to come. Oh well, Mr Iceberg had it coming, she guessed. But instead of erupting, he calmed himself and said coldly. "You don't know what is best for you, woman, and I suggest you prepare for some serious spanking. I won't tolerate any more stupid stunts from you." Teri almost boiled with anger. So he thought to spank her, did he? To make her an obedient little wife that never went further than two meters away from her mate? "You have no right to beat me, but if you do you will surely regret it," she threatened. "I can do whatever I want to with you, woman. Don't doubt it," Connor said coldly while moving closer to her and towering above her. Crowding her against the window, Teri glanced into the hard face of the man she had thought she loved. Now all she could see was the hardened face of a seasoned warrior. A cold man used to giving orders and having them obeyed without the slightest hesitation. She doubted he had met many who would dare to gainsay him. His stance combined with his harsh expression made him terrifying all of a sudden. Still, she could not back down now. If she did, he would always think he could just freeze her with his look and she would obey his every command. She raised her arms and showed him away with all her force. He budged half a meter backwards, before staring at her, his face a collection of shock and anger. "Go away," Teri said angrily. Her voice almost breaking. Her restraint barely kept in place. This man both frightened and aroused her. She had to escape him. He tore her apart, and she could not take any more strain this day. "Get away from me!" she screamed a little louder now. Still, he would not budge. He just kept staring at her, as if trying to figure out how to handle a hysterical woman. "I said go away!" Teri shrieked even louder, collecting a few items and starting to hurl them at Connor's chest. He avoided the two first, then caught a vase in his stomach and gave up a loud huffing noise. Teri was still shouting for him to go away, but now he kept coming closer instead. He gripped her arms before she managed to throw another vase at him, and he pinned her to him while holding her arms around her back. She tried to loosen herself from his grip, and used both hands and feet in order to hurt him. She wanted him to hurt as much as she herself did, but her efforts were soon stopped by his superior strength. "This will earn another set of spankings. Be sure about it," he threatened as she stopped fighting. "I hate you!" she screamed at him, then spat in his face. "That does it," he roared as he ripped off her clothes and laid her face down across his thighs. She creamed loudly as the clothes fell off her, and then continued screaming as his hand hit her bottom hard. She yelped as he rained several more spanks to her bottom, her skin feeling gradually warmer. The pain was unimportant. She hardly noticed the spanks after the first one had hit her. The total humiliation was worse. She felt so angry at him treating her as an obstinate child, believing her not able to make her own decisions. Of course she knew the stupidity in running about when the rebels were around. But he had caused that by giving her the worst shock of her life. She struggled to get away from the hard grip Connor had on her. But he held her tightly, giving her bottom a few more whacks. "Now. Will you promise to obey me?" he growled at her. "Fuck you, you creep!" Teri snarled at him, moving quickly away from him as he let go of the iron grip holding her to him. Gripping her ripped clothes she held them in front of her, trying to hide her nudity. "I will never obey you. Ever!" He got up from the chair, suddenly looking very tired. His anger had almost disappeared. "I won't tolerate any more walks. From now on you stay indoors until all the rebels are caught. Even if I have to lock you up myself," he warned her in a serious tone. "I don't care," Teri shrieked. "I hate both you and that whore, and I'm going to kill you both the first opportunity I get. So, remember to watch your back, sucker!" *** "What?" he asked slowly, his expression one of total confusion at her abrupt change of subject. Still, one meaning was quite clear. She stared at him as if she hated him above all other people. Her clothes ripped and barely hiding her lush figure. Her lithe body shaking with anger as he finally realised she did actually hate his guts. Something had gone terrible wrong here, and he was not quite sure what. Suddenly he regretted his uncontrollable actions. How could he have spanked this small creature? Maybe she was hurt, although her fighting stance negated any injuries. He had never lost control like that before. He was always calm and collected among his soldiers, but not this time. Her words had made him loose his mind so completely he was lucky she was not seriously injured. He had to get away from her and quickly, before he did anything else he would regret later on. He looked at the small soldier standing so ready for whatever came her way. She was clearly prepared for more assaults from him. But she would not have to endure more from him this evening. He looked her in the eyes and said quietly "I'm sorry." Then turned and walked away. *** Teri just stared suspiciously at his retreating form. His face had been so strange as he whispered those final words. He had looked so open and vulnerable at the same time. His eyes regretful as he gave her one long look before tuning away and walking out the door, closing it quietly behind him. She had never thought she would ever hear that arrogant man utter anything like that. Indicating that he regretted the spanking, or perhaps the entire treatment of her? She could not be sure what he was sorry about. Only, a frown was forming in her forehead. The man was an enigma, she would give him that, and he was also very bad for one's collection of mind. *** "You can't do this!" Morgan yelled at Connor that was sitting glumly in his study and drinking. "Are you out of your mind?" Morgan continued as his friend failed to explain his strange requests. "You can not seriously allow her to return to Earth. She's your mate, man!" he practically shouted at Connor. Abduction Ch. 14 "I can and I will," replied Connor slowly. His voice was slurred as he poured down another glass of liquor. "Stop that," Morgan said and moved the bottle away from his friend. He had never experienced Connor this out of sorts before - except maybe the day of his mating to that terrible woman. The mating was definitely not doing his friend much good, judging by his flat voice and the dark shadows around his eyes. Morgan shuddered when thinking that he might go through the same thing one time in the future. He was wondering if the mating was really worth all the fuss. Perhaps with a more agreeable partner than Connor had got. Poor man. "Give me that," Connor growled as Morgan still held the bottle away from him. "No, you've had quite enough. Now, listen to me. You can not give up this easily." Connor snorted loudly at the last word. "Who said it has been easy?" he grumbled. "Look, the mating is for life, and this is the only mate you will get. You must manage to live with the woman." "Go away, Morgan. I've made up my mind. Now, give me the bottle." "What is it with you, Connor?" Morgan asked. "You have never drunk this much before she came into the picture. Can't you sit down and discuss it with her? Come to an arrangement?" "She hates me, Morgan," Connor said sadly, finally looking his friend in the eyes. "She really hates me." "But why?" "I think it was the hologram, but I'm not exactly sure." "The hologram?" "Yep, I could not bear being without her so I created this hologram and she caught us. She didn't like that very much. Or me, when I spanked her," he murmured to himself barely audible to other ears. "And, why can't you simply tell her about the hologram? I'm sure she would understand." "No. I lost control, you see. I completely lost it. I could have injured her, and I can not take that chance of doing her anything ill." "What? Don't say you would rather send her away, than..." "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying," Connor interrupted him. "You're crazy, man!" Morgan gaped at him. "Perhaps," Connor replied. "Just take her back to Earth in the morning, and give me that bottle!" Morgan gave it up without a fight this time, thinking his friend would hopefully find his brain on the bottom of the next bottle, or simply forget his request in the morning. That was what love brought on a man, he thought glumly. Pitiful. He hoped he would never get as deep in the mud as Connor had, before going to the kitchen to locate some food and water for his friend. Abduction Ch. 15 Teri was staring at the colony they were gradually moving further and further away from. She was going home. Finally. The message had been given her the same morning by one of the servants and she had received the news with a mixture of shock and sheer joy. She was finally going back home to Earth, to her apartment where no one bothered her or told her what to do. To her job, where she was the boss, and there was no problem she could not fix. And to fresh air, green fields, blue sea and high mountains. Oh, how she longed for something resembling nature for once. And the city with its neon lights and many stores. She was going shopping, that was for sure. She wanted to feel the freedom of going where she wanted, buy what she wanted and wear exactly what she wanted. The colony was now only a small dot now. Soon she would be closer to Earth than to Ziota, and the enigma of a man she had come to know. She had not seen Connor at all since their bitter argument the night before. She thought it strange that he had not even bothered to say goodbye this morning, but he had given the orders to allow her to leave. It was almost as if she had won the lottery, or been given a new chance at life. "You couldn't give him a chance, now could you?" Morgan asked angrily behind her. "He agreed to let me leave, so what is your problem?" Teri replied just as angrily, her happiness suddenly vanquished. She did not want to have Connor's friend as her company right now, but it seemed she had no choice. After all, he was the Captain of the space ship now. Thank god she only had to tolerate him for a few days. "Yes, you left him to conquer years of loneliness, with no mate around. You must be a really cold hearted woman to treat him like that," Morgan concluded icily. "Ha! He could easily get another mate, I'm sure. I've seen the way the women flock to him. I also vaguely remember interrupting him with that mistress of his," she said while trying to sound as if the memory did not trouble her at all. "Yes, he told me about that." "He did? Well, of course. Bragging about sleeping around is what a man lives for, isn't it?" she asked icily. "That was not a real woman. It was a hologram." "A what?" "A three-dimensional image. Did you not see who the woman was?" "Why should I care? He sleeps around. That is all I need to know, and I won't live with anyone who screws around." "Oh god," Morgan said, staring sky-high as if she had sprouted nonsense. "You didn't recognise yourself, then?" "Me?" "Yes, he told me it was an image of you." "But..., but..., it didn't look like me at all," Teri said hastily, trying to conjure what the woman had looked like. It could not be an image. She had seen so real, and the sight of her doing the exact thing Teri had dreamed about doing had made her so angry. "Besides, I still saw him fuck her," she added as to back her case. "For god's sake," Morgan said exasperated. "Didn't anyone tell you about holograms being memories that could be displayed at any time? It's almost like dreaming, and it's quite normal to see them when your mate is not around - or has one of her tantrums," he added after a short pause while looking at her. "What?" Teri just stared at him. She had been so sure. The woman had seemed so real. Still, this society had proven to be so advanced in some areas, she had to admit to that. Even so, she had made her choice, and she was sticking to it. She shrugged her shoulders again. "Anyway, there are still plenty of other women around. He will not be lonely for long," she said. "That's not mates. That's slaves. We can only have one mate in our lifetime, and you're leaving him." "What? He can't have another mate? What's this nonsense? On Earth we can marry as many times we like to." "In our culture, there is only one person who can be our mate, and very few are likely to find that person. Only when your mate dies, you might get another. But it hasn't happened as far as I'm aware off." "But, but... Can't these wise old men find another for him?" "No, only fate and a higher force have decided who will be your mate, and when that mate is as cold-hearted as you, he doesn't stand a chance." "So what happens now?" "He will live alone for the rest of his life. But the worst will probably be that he will not have any offspring." "How primitive your customs are," Teri said briskly. "I'm sure he could easily find another breeder if he cared to look for one. In fact, I'm sure he won't have to search long either," she said gruffly as she turned to leave the room. "And what if he doesn't want to?" Morgan asked behind her. "Well, why wouldn't he?" "Perhaps because he always follows the law?" he said enigmatically. *** That last remarks was pounding in Teri's head for hours afterwards. The man she had come to know didn't shirk away from his responsibilities. In fact, as long as she had known him, he had followed the law in all he did - even when that meant seducing an unwilling captive. She shrugged her shoulders in the attempt to empty her thoughts and replace them with something nicer. Like, what was she going to do first when arriving at Earth again? Perhaps eat a whole box of ice cream, she concluded. She had missed the taste of some real ice cream for weeks now. At least it felt like weeks. Hmm, typical food for getting over a man, she thought vaguely. No stop that, she tried to tell her thoughts. She was going to throw out every thought about Connor. Oh god, there she went again. Would she never be able to forget the creep that had kidnapped her, and given her the best sex she had ever experienced? Perhaps she did care about him after all. Nah, she didn't. She was sure. Very sure. She could not care about this scoundrel, now could she? She thought about the sweet way he had held her close after they'd made love. How, he'd ignited her body with just a heated stare in her direction. How sleeping next to him had made her feel cherished and so very safe, and finally how he had risked his own life to save her from the rebels. Okay, so he was probably a good catch, despite his arrogance and his tendency to order her about as if she was one of his recruits. And he had let her go. Let her go back home even though he knew it meant giving up his mate. His chance of children. What man could do that? The answer was obvious. Only a man that cared more for her feelings than for his own wishes. A man who loved her as much as she loved him. "Oh no," she groaned out loud. Of course she loved him. How could she not. She cursed loudly. How could she be so completely blind to all his actions and what he really felt about her. It didn't matter that he had never said the words - just called her his 'mate' as if stating his ownership over her body. The thought made her tingle somewhat. He made her angry, but she felt more alive than ever when he did so. What would the next years be like if she would not have him around? She tried to imagine what life on Earth would be like once she got back to her old life. She would possibly meet with many men, each would be compared with Connor, but none of them would be able to measure up. Perhaps she would have been content before, but now when she had experienced so much she knew exactly how good it could be to make love with the right man. To wake up next to him in the morning. To feel his strong arms around her when she slept. How would she be able to find another man like him? It was impossible, she was sure. She should know that, since she had not met anyone like him before. So why had she not given him a chance once she had the opportunity? Okay, he had kidnapped her, but why had she not simply lived in the moment, forgiven him the kidnapping and then enjoyed what she had? Enjoyed the handsome and strong man that wanted to share her bed? Damn, she was not good at forgiving and living - and her own stupidity had perhaps ruined her chance of happiness. She had to admit that she had not acted rationally about the situation. Instead she had hated Connor for making her feel so much, for feeling so vulnerable that even a hologram had made her risk both hers and the lives of others - and all because she could not bear to face her own feelings for Connor. This had got to change. She had got to change. She had to learn to appreciate what she had when she had it. Not reaching for all the things she could not have, and as it turned out, did not want when it came to it. She was not sure she believed in this soul-mate stuff, but this man was definitely good for her, and she wanted him. She had made the decision. She wanted him. Now, how to accomplish that? They were closing in on Earth in order to evict her to her old life of taking care of guests and drunken stupidos trying to club her or kidnap her. She would probably miss that, but her own stubborn man could probably engage her temper once in a while, she thought laughingly. She felt better all of a sudden. The decision felt like the right one. Her gut feeling told her this was the right thing to do. "Morgan!" she yelled, before running across the ship, shouting for the annoying Captain. "What?" he answered and looked out from the control room. She gasped while trying to collect her breath after the running. "We need to turn back." "What?" he repeated, his expression one of total confusion. "We need to turn back right now!" she barked at him. "And who's the Captain on this ship?" he asked suspiciously. "I thought I was the one giving orders around here." "Oh, don't be such an ass!" Teri intervened. "There'll be plenty of time to thank you later. Right now I want you to turn back and head full speed back to Ziota. I'm going back to Connor." "You are? And for how long?" Morgan said icily. "Haven't you tortured the man enough?" "I love him!" she screamed at him. "Now I just have to prove it." He just stared at her. His mouth was still open. Then he seemed to have made up his mind. "Okay, you'll get another chance," Morgan said reluctantly. "But, one more trick from you and I'll personally kick you back to Earth." "Ha, only my mate can punish me," she said triumphantly. "Get your own mate to harass," she said smugly. He glared at her. "Connor should definitely spank you more often," he replied before ordering his crew to turn the ship around. *** As they were closing in on Ziota, Teri was gradually becoming more nervous. Her nerves were on the edge, and she practically jumped every time somebody passed her. How was she going to meet Connor? What should she say at her change of heart? How to do this? She was getting edgier every time she looked out the window and saw Ziota coming nearer. "Morgan, can you do me a favour?" she asked quietly. "Depends on what it is you want," Morgan said suspiciously. "I need you to get me some equipment and sneak me into the palace. And, don't tell Connor I came back, will you? I want it to be a surprise." "Hm, will this be a good surprise, or a bad one?" he asked. "I'm not trying to give him a heart attack, if that's what you're asking," Teri said bitingly. But in her mind she hoped his heartbeat would increase a few notches. "Okay," he nodded reluctantly. "I'll help you this time. But you better be thinking on his welfare or else...," he threatened. *** Connor stared out of the window. It was almost dark outside. The dinner was on the table but his appetite was not up to scratch. His mate had left. He wondered how many years it would take to forget her sweet scent, her soft skin. Her. Too many, he thought. Still, it was the right thing to do, although it did not give him much comfort yet. Now, she was back where she wanted to be. On her own planet. He hoped she was happy, and winced when imagining her finding another lover. Another man to take his place. No, he would not think about this now. He sat down at the table and tried to eat a few bites. He had too much to do. He needed sustenance. The rebel leader was still out there and tomorrow he had another load of responsibilities to take care off. He drank some more wine instead. He would allow himself this evening to sulk. Then he would get on with life. *** He looked up as the door opened. A woman covered in thin veils came toward him. Possibly a gift from Morgan, he thought. She moved slowly across the room, each step revealing light skin underneath. A prized possession, he thought and looked at her proud stature. This dancer could not have been cheap. It was typical of Morgan to come up with something like this to cheer him up. "Come here," he said to her. She came up to the table. Her face was covered with a veil and he could barely see her features behind the thin fabric. He reached into his pocket before handing her a few credits. "Here. Something for your trouble," he said. "Now, please leave." She stood looking at him. "I'm pleased with you," he assured her, "so please keep the money. You can take the evening off, and tell Morgan to save his money the next time, will you?" She dumped the credits on the table, and started to remove one of the veils as she started to dance in front of him. She hummed a tune as she moved her hips and started to dance seductively in front of him. He just gaped at her. She removed another veil, and he could see her tight stomach and her navel as she moved closer to him, seductively moving her hips as if she was participating in love making. He could smell her fragrance as she stepped closer. He leaned back on his chair, watching spellbound as she danced to the soft tune. She gave him the end of a veil, and moved backwards as he enclosed it in his hands. He could see her legs now. Strong and slim and covered with cream coloured and soft skin. He swallowed passed the lump in his throat as he stared mesmerized at the woman slowly undressing in front of him. She glanced his way as if making sure he was paying attention. She did not have to worry. He was spellbound as she removed another veil and bared another part of her body. Suddenly he noticed there was something remotely familiar about the mark on her left hip. He bent his head closer, and collided with the next veil as she threw it in his face. He removed it and saw that the dancer had bared her legs. Only a thong prevented him from seeing her womanhood. She removed another veil and her breasts were bare to his look. Her nipples had tightened and she seemed to be as aroused as he was. He glanced upwards. She still had a veil covering her face, but that body he would recognise anywhere. It was her. But it could not be. Teri had left him, and right now she was probably enjoying her freedom at Earth. This dancer must be a hologram. He must have projected another hologram without being aware of it. It didn't matter. The hologram was seductively moving her body in front of him. Presenting her lovely body to his starving eyes. He noticed her nipples had tightened so much that her breasts was almost pointing upwards. She stroked her hands around her breasts as if portraying a lover's hands on her body. Connor stopped breathing for a few moments, before catching a deep breath when she slowly moved her hands down along her body and stopped them both at the front of her thong. She cupped herself and moved her hands along the edges of the thong, before moving them back toward her centre again. He stopped breathing again as she moved her hands slowly up and down the front. Stroking herself with her hand. He gasped and collected some necessary gulps of air as he continued staring at her. She moved her hand over the fabric again and groaned as she massaged her cunt. He felt his cock make a jerk and harden even more, and he adjusted the pants that had become painfully tight. She was breathing deeper now, but suddenly stopped rubbing herself just before she had reached her peak. She moved closer to him and noticed the large bulge in his pants. She reached out and touched his front, moving her hands slowly along the outline of his cock and balls, copying the stroking she had just given herself. She rubbed him slowly. He gasped again and widened his legs to allow her to move between his thighs. She reached out with her other hands and started to open the zip and moving his pants downwards, freeing his swollen cock to the fresh air. He remained leaning backwards as she leisurely fondled and stroked up and down his length, coaching his cock to her touch and gripping around his swollen member. She moved a finger directly around the cock head and he almost jumped as she fondled around the sensitive fold on the underside. His cock hardened even more and he felt blood surging through his veins and collecting in his member. He groaned aloud as she continued stroking him so slowly he was aching for her to grip him harder. This was the best hologram he had ever created, he thought. Or perhaps he had simply drunk too much wine during the evening. His thoughts vanished as she gripped around his cock and moved her hands up and down his shaft, rubbing hard. He groaned aloud. Then she leaned forward, sitting herself on the floor between his legs, and darting her tongue out from underneath the veil. She enveloped his cock in her mouth and sucked greedily. He felt a stirring going straight through his body and he moved his hands to lift the veil away from her face. He gasped as he saw her familiar face, but all thoughts vanished as she continued sucking one of his balls into her mouth. She shifted and stroked her hand along his shaft and fastened her grip at the base, before moving slowly upwards. He watched as she moved her mouth onto his cock again, and dropped small kisses all along the shaft as she moved from base to head and then back down again. He was fully erect now, and he knew he would not last long as she took as much of him as she could into her mouth, then sucked him lightly. He moved his hands and held her face as she continued moving up and down his cock. She reached out her tongue and darted it directly at the sensitive fold under the head. His body and cock jerked as she continued darting her tongue around his cock. He moaned loudly. Holding her face close to his cock, wanting her to suck him harder. As she continued stoking his fire by pressing small kisses along his cock, he could not bear to wait any longer. "Suck me!" he growled and held her head tightly, directing her mouth to suck him tighter. She complied and took his cock into her mouth again, sucking him as hard as she could while stroking her hand slowly up and down the rest of the shaft. She took him further into her mouth, until he could feel his cock touching her throat. She moved upwards again, before taking him inside another time and fastening her lips around him. He felt himself starting to spurt inside of her mouth, and soon he screamed out and erupted inside her willing heat. She continued stroking him slowly as she swallowed all the semen unloaded into her mouth. He relaxed into his chair and felt the strain releasing his shoulders as she continued stroking and fondling him. He reached out for her, and stroked her warm arm. In his stupor he didn't catch the fact straight away, just thought it strange that the hologram was still there. They usually disappeared as soon as he reached his release. In a daze he moved his hand toward her breast. It stiffened as he moved his hand over the nipple and the sight was slowly telling his foggy mind what was wrong here. Now he registered the warm skin on his lover. The holograms were never warm, and they did not have a fragrance either. Still, he could smell her flowery perfume, mixed with female excitement. He knew that smell. He reached out and lifted her into his lap. Removing the last pieces of her veil, he saw into the face of his mate. His real-life mate. Not some cold hologram portraying her body. Abduction Ch. 15 "You?" He stared at her in astonishment. "What are you doing here? You should not be here. Has anything happened?" he asked, fearing the worst and pleased to have her in his arms again. "Yes, something happened. Someone told me the truth for once, "she started as she raised herself up from his lap. "The truth?" he stared at her not catching her meaning and still confused over her presence. "Yes, like what a hologram is, for instance. You stupid man! I thought you were fooling around behind my back. Too embarrassed to admit to jerking off?" she asked ironically. "I..., uhm...," he started, but closed his mouth when not finding anything to say. "And then there's this mating business. Care to tell me about that? If you can have only one mate in your lifetime you don't send her away, do you? Unless you want to get rid of her." "No, it was not like that," Connor finally managed to collect his voice. "You got it wrong." "Ah, ha? So what was the reason for sending me away, then?" He didn't answer. Instead he started his own tirade. "Why are you here when you were finally allowed to return to your precious planet?" he asked. "And what have you done to Morgan and the rest of the crew?" "Nothing, yet," she replied smugly. "Although they might have a good time at that bar." "So who helped you set this up? Can't I trust my own guards anymore when they let in an unknown female?" "Oh, you can trust them, all right. I got Morgan to help me sneak in. He even got me the veils. He still wonders what I wanted with them, so you might have to assure him that I didn't choke you with them." "Oh yes, you did," he murmured, then glanced heatedly at her before raising himself from the chair and holding his hands along her cheeks as he gave her a hard kiss that meant to brand her to him for as long as he could breathe. She snuggled her arms around his neck and held him tightly to her as she gave herself up to his kiss. Satisfied with her reaction, he risked moving his hands down her back and cupping her buttocks. Lifting her up, he rubbed her pelvis slowly against his cock. She raised her legs and locked them behind his thigh, copying his rubbing against her. His breath hitched and he held her tighter. He was hardening again, but this time he wanted to come inside of her. He lifted her higher and started to walk briskly toward the large bed on the other side of the room. Still kissing her, he collided with the bed and let them both fall tumbling into the bed. He moved between her legs and pressed his hard cock into the juncture of her thigh, rubbing against the thin cloth covering her clit. She groaned into his mouth and stared to kiss him hard, sucking his tongue into her mouth and holding him closer. He ripped her thong away from her body and retreated a little in order remove his own clothes. He ripped them off under her heated stare and let her see the way his body ached for hers. His cock was now fully erect again and he rubbed himself slowly as he glanced at her naked form lying so temptingly on his bed. She laid back and spread her legs to him. "Come inside of me," she pleaded. He moved toward the bed and her awaiting body, starting at her feet he kissed his way from her ankle and up along her legs. Pressing kisses all along the way, she was soon gasping for him to take her, to fuck her hard. "Not yet, darling," he answered, kissing her thighs and pressing a single hot kiss at her cunt before venturing over to her stomach and onto her breasts. She moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it. She arched her back toward him. "Take me," she gasped. She pressed her pussy upwards, trying to invite his cock between her legs and into her welcoming heat. He moved slightly and she pressed her pussy against his thigh instead. Gathering her legs around his thigh she rubbed herself against his foot, arching her body so her clit would get stimulation. "Impatient, as always," he groaned, then reached down and cupped her cunt in his hand. Stroking over her clit, she gasped as a warm feeling pulsed through her body and she felt her cunt hungering for more. She almost screamed with frustration, and arched her back toward his hand, making him touch her clit harder. "Please Connor," she gasped. He collected himself and raised his body away from hers. "Only if you tell me why you came back," he groaned. "Please, Connor, just fuck me," she screamed as he stroked her clit again, then he moved away just as quickly. "Tell me what I want to hear," Connor gasped. His whole body was shaking with the strain of holding back. She moved her pelvis upwards, enveloping his cock between her thighs, and the inviting warmth was tearing on his resolve. "You'll get what you want. Just answer me," he said between breaths. "I love you," she gasped. Taking his cock in her hands and dragging him closer to her cunt. "Please fuck me!" The words triggered a sense of relief in Connor and he pushed his cock inside of her in one quick stroke. She moaned and pressed her muscles together, trying to keep him inside of her as he withdrew again. He surged forward again, into her welcoming body as they both moaned their pleasure. She collected her legs around his back and tried to hold him inside of her. He could not withstand it any more and moved frantically in and out of her body. Plunging hard into her warm cunt and rubbing his pelvis against her clit. She arched her body toward him and the pressure was mounting in her cunt. She screamed out her pleasure as he plunged into her body again. Her orgasm was making her body convulse in powerful contractions, making her tightening around his cock and he plunged inside of her one last time as he screamed out his pleasure. His body was so exhausted he was barely able to keep from collapsing on top of her, but his last coherent thought made him shift their position, letting him rest on his back with her on top, keeping his cock still inside of her limp body. He let his arms rest on her back, holding her close while he felt his cock still pulsing slightly inside of her. He didn't want to move from this bed for a week, he thought. Instead he would fuck her every time she tried to move away, filling her body with his seed. A strange thought emerged in his brain. What was it she had said right before her orgasm? She had said she loved him. Was it true? "Did you mean it?" he asked. "Huh?" She lifted her tired head up from his chest. "Do you love me?" he asked bravely. Fearing he had not heard correctly. "Of course I love you," she snorted at him. "I don't seduce men just for the fun of it. Well, actually, I just did, but I still love you. How can you believe otherwise?" "Good, because I love you too," he replied smugly. "And you're not allowed to seduce other men." "No? But I can seduce you?" "As often as you like," he replied softly. "Right now would be nice, thank you," as he felt his arousal mount again. Abduction Ch. 1 "You might like to take a few stills if we run into anybody on the way." Arnold called after her as she kneed her horse and galloped off. She was a wonderfully accomplished rider and waved her acknowledgement as she rode off. My toy was still tugging gently and moving seductively inside me and I realized that these contraptions probably didn't have a good range of effectiveness. I turned mine off as soon as Monica galloped off, hoping it had worked but I couldn't be sure until Monica stopped her horse briefly and turned back toward me and the others. Suddenly my erotic new toy stopped and then started again. The signal was clear. I turned Monica's remote back on again and put it back in the saddle bag, smiling knowingly. With a final wave Monica disappeared around the next bend. Arnold suggested that Dárcy and Michelle begin to remove their clothing as we rode along and pack the garments in their saddlebacks as if they had decided to match Olivia and I for daring. Michelle had a pleasant liberal attitude and although slightly overweight around the hips, no real reservations about showing off her body in mixed company. She too, was fully shaved with only slightly smaller breasts than Olivia and shorter, easily managed brunette hair. I had been naturally curious about Dárcy's body and couldn't help being quite impressed as he helped Michelle re-mount and then swung easily into his own saddle, casually adjusting his flaccid penis with no apparent embarrassment and smiling enchanting when he noticed my interest. Even when Michelle's foot had accidentally brushed his member earlier there had been no noticeable reaction. They were both totally at home with nudity and evenly tanned. His size was another matter. He had good reason to be proud to show it off so casually. Michelle must have be a happy lady. "Isn't he a magnificent specimen?" Olivia whispered in my ear with a smile. I was slightly embarrassed at being noticed enjoying the new revelations and whispered back with a cheeky smile. "Lucky lady!" By now we were all chatting among each other in a tight group with Arnold circling around us and stopping occasionally to film our progress. Several other riders passed by and Arnold captured their startled initial reactions followed by their keen interest as some of them asked us whether we were from some nudist organization. All of them were fascinated but friendly and accepted Arnold's explanations, waving as they continued on their way. Not surprisingly, we had no offers to accept our invitation to join us in riding in the nude. Olivia loosened up and began to enjoy her new found freedom, making no further attempts to hide her genital area when we stopped to talk to strangers. I was grateful for the opportunity to dismount at the lake and sat with Monica, watching the others frolic in the shallow waters before I joined them. Earlier on, Monica had switched off my toy and assured me that it was safe to enter the water with "Gilbert" still inside me. She called hers' "Fred". No amount of cajoling on my part could persuade Monica to take part, but I got the impression that she was slowly beginning to realise what fun we were all having. Perhaps soon, she might come around to my way of thinking. The way Olivia interacted with Dárcy in the water, so casually, made it obvious that perhaps I should have said "Lucky ladies!", earlier on. We dried ourselves off in the sun and talked among ourselves while our horses stood, disinterested, nearby. Arnold filmed and Monica took stills every time other riders stopped and dismounted for a short rest. It was exactly as our photographers had hoped. We attracted a lot of attention from curious onlookers and, just like the segment at the beach, some of them were happy to be in the background of the movie if it meant they could take a closer look at us. It was a scenic background and not at all demanding for me to spend time displaying myself in this way. Olivia sat discretely, with her legs closed, but the rest of us behaved as though we were fully clothed in all our body movements. Gilbert would move unexpectedly, from time to time for short erotic bursts, and I would look up at Monica. She was enjoying her fun and I would smile sweetly at her. It certainly kept me aware of my delicious vulnerability and maintained the sexually excited state of my body. Not since my nude adventure out on the busy street had I felt so charged up with raw sexual energy. This was exactly what Arnold had hoped to capture on his film today. Watching Dárcy, with his huge penis comfortably draped over his upper thigh in full view, something about his manner reminded me about my third night of captivity. One of my captors, although I never really saw his face, had encouraged me stimulate his organ until he became hard enough to penetrate me. I closed my eyes and although the memory of the rest of that day, or was it night, was painful, I remembered his gentle reassuring manner almost fondly. --------------------------------------- He too, was proud to show me his equipment. He had casually removed my blindfold after all the others left the room and stood there, waving his flaccid member in my face and actually asking me if I would like to try him out for size. At first I kept my eyes closed, frightened at this new development and fearful that once I had seen his face they would certainly kill me. I remembered pleading and babbling incoherently about my perceived danger and begging him to replace my blindfold. After he had assured me that he was masked I remember timidly opening my eyes and being fixated by his sheer size. A perfect match for Dárcy in every way but one. He was about the same build and his penis was exactly identical in every respect but the tattoo that was clearly visible on Dárcy's magnificent member. The other man's pubic area had been completely shaven, unlike Dárcy, and he stood calmly and silently in front of me while I fell to my knees and did everything in my power to achieve a full erection for him. At least ten minutes later, after my best efforts, I had been rewarded by a twitching and pulsating mass of eager but only slightly more enlarged flesh, thankfully. I willingly surrendered myself to his advances. I remembered smiling at him shyly and asking him to be gentle with me. Probably because my tormentors had already brutally invaded every possible orifice in my body with progressively more enthusiasm and vigour, there was something that I had found truly appealing about this particular individual that made me want to please him. ----------------------------------------------- Olivia shook my shoulder and startled me. "C'mon sleepyhead! I don't know how you can be so relaxed, laying around naked with all these people around." She was kneeling beside me, thinking I had gone to sleep. I looked around and saw Dárcy and Michelle standing up and beckoning me to remount my horse. Dammit! It was just getting to the good part in my latest erotic flashback. "Oh! Sorry guys." I leapt to my feet. "I was just enjoying a little daydream I suppose." Olivia smiled. "It's time we were heading home, don't you think?" I nodded and walked up to my horse with her. There were a group of riders just arriving at the lake and several others standing all around pretending to be admiring the view. In reality, their eyes kept wandering back toward the four of us 'Nudists' as we were packing up to go back to the departure point. Arnold had obtained enough footage for this segment but he kept his camera rolling as Olivia and I mounted and signalled our readiness to go. To Olivia's evident disappointment her friends dressed before mounting and we were left with being the only remaining 'Nudists' again. If she hadn't been too shy to undress beside her horse and take her clothing with her, she too, could have easily dressed again. This seemed to compound her renewed embarrassment and she was subdued for the bulk of the return journey. After a little while, with Monica and I both riding on either side of her, we broke her out of her shell. I asked her if she would mind if I stayed naked beside her on the way home. Monica picked up on this theme and suggested that it could be fun if she and I sat on either side of her. We had both deduced that she was bisexual and she brightened up considerably, especially when Monica briefly revealed that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt. This was the first time I saw Olivia smile and I gave Monica a look of gratitude for being so brave. There was nobody behind us and the others were riding in front of us but I admired Monica's courage. Olivia smiled and waved when the others stopped to allow us to catch up with them. "Go ahead guys. We're just chatting. Need a nature stop, anyway!" She giggled and whispered. "There's some bushes over there." Pointing to a grove of trees just off the trail. "Anyone else?" She swung off her saddle and scampered behind the bushes and crouched low while Monica and I held her horse. By the time she re-emerged, smiling and relieved, Monica and I had decided to invite her to the beach to meet our other young friends. It was obvious that Arnold was more involved with her other friends and we rode alone for the rest of the way, getting to know Olivia better. When we turned the last bend and could see the office/stable area the boot of Arnold's car was open and he was setting up the larger camera that he had used on the beach yesterday. Dárcy rode up to meet us and accompanied us back to the office which, luckily for Olivia, was quite deserted by the previous standards. Only the owner's wife and two workers were in the immediate area, producing an audible sigh of relief from Olivia as she dismounted and handed over the reins of her horse. Arnold took more footage of our parting conversations with the staff before he gave Olivia and I the signal that the shooting was over for now. Now that she was becoming more comfortable with her nakedness she walked slowly back to the car with me and put on her bra, squeezing her large mammaries as she front hooked the cups together. She certainly needed support. I thought she must be at least a D cup. Briefly considering her G string panties, she packed them away into her handbag and simply slipped on her short dress. "Feels better without them anyway." She qualified coyly as she straightened up her clothing with a smile, appearing decidedly more confident and ready for whatever else Arnold had in mind for future assignments. Monica and Arnold packed their gear away and we sped off to the next location. Arnold was pleased with all of us and didn't appear too surprised that I hadn't bothered to dress again. I merely placed my single garment on the rear parcel shelf and followed Olivia into the back seat, leaving space for Monica on the other side of Olivia. To Be Continued... * * * * * My thanks to all the wonderful people who have voted and particularly those who took the time to E mail me with all their helpful comments and advice. Those that gave return E mail addresses have all been replied to. Much appreciated. Barbara. Abduction Ch. 2 Arnold was still thrilled about the progress in his movie and inspired by the fact that he was able to capture so many other curious horse riders in his scenes. He had expected the shoot to take much longer and stopped at the next available truck stop for some takeaway food for all of us. "My treat!" As he took note of what we would like to eat and suggested we stretch our legs if we wished. "Except you, Katrina." Winking at me knowingly. He had deliberately parked to one side of the building, near the public conveniences where there were no other cars or trucks nearby. "Why ever not? Don't you want to get some really public shots? There's a table over by that garden over there." I pointed out some tables, clearly meant for weary travellers to eat outdoors, away from the busy traffic noise. "I don't mind." Smiling suggestively. Arnold looked at me, dumbstruck by my suggestion but with a perplexed expression, seriously considering all the possibilities. "Look, let me go inside first and check the place out." He was wavering as a smile crept over his face. I noticed that Olivia was still in shock but everyone else in the car was buzzing animatedly with subdued conversation. Arnold looked at his watch and realizing that it was just before two o'clock in the afternoon now, made his decision. "I'll see what we can organise. Come on Dárcy" As the men walked away from the car and Michelle and Monica adopted Arnold's suggestion to stretch their legs, Olivia turned to me and found her voice. "You're not serious, are you?" Shifting over in the seat. "Why not? We've just been out riding for the last three or four hours without our clothes on among God knows how many other people. You didn't hear any complaints did you? What's so silly about shooting some film here?" I smiled at her as she struggled to answer me. "At least your boobs won't get jiggled around on a horse." Emphasising my point with a wink. "You can rest them on the table." Blushing prettily and rubbing her aching chest muscles she slowly nodded her head, realising that I was making sense, I hoped. "The ranch was private property and Arnold got the owners permission first." Her voice was shaky and she seemed to be debating the risk factor. "What if we get into trouble?" "Think about what Arnold wants me to do later. He's already said that he'll pay any fines, Olivia. It's not like it's a capital offence or anything. I've been caught heaps of times. It's really only a misdemeanour fine you know! I would do it just for the thrill. We're actually being paid to have fun when you think about it." While Olivia considered the wisdom of my words and we were alone in the car I deftly changed the subject. "Hey! Call me nosey if you like!" Lowering my voice confidentially. "Does Michelle share Dárcy with you?" "Sure does!" Olivia brightened her eyes and whispered. "He likes to watch us, you know, just us girls get together first. Then we have to get him hard. He's so bloody big!" She looked at me. "Have you ever had-- y'know-- you ever taken it the other way?" She faltered for a moment as she searched my eyes for approval. "Many times, sweetie!" I reassured her, thinking about the amount of times that my inexperienced anal passage had been violated while I was held captive and nodded eagerly. "Go on. Have you done it with him?" I widened my eyes. "He tried it once, but--- Michelle does it with him all the time. He seems to like it too." She paused for effect, getting excited now. "He's really very gentle with her-- and he gets it all the way in too, but---" I interrupted her. "I know what you mean love-- hurts like hell the first few times, eh!" "They both massaged me and used Vaseline to get me all ready first.---It wasn't that bad, Katrina." She leapt to Dárcy's defence. "Maybe I'll eventually be able to take all of him." She gave me a shy smile, still blushing and wistful. "I do try! Michelle reckons there's nothing like it. ---Have you ever tried it with someone that big?" "Only a few times with someone like Dárcy's size." I nodded thoughtfully. "It's a real accomplishment, isn't it?" My mind was racing with an unexplainable excitement now. "Does he appreciate it?" "Oh, Yes!" She lowered her eyes. "I haven't been able to, yet--but every time he does it with Michelle-- hesitating--- He yells out at the top of his voice "Atta Girl" as he--you know, shoots his load inside her." She looked up at me with an excited expression and licked her lips. "He gets really loving after that and he gives you head too--- you know." "Oh! That's nice!" I agreed, nodding my head. "Look! Here's Arnold coming back now." I pointed to the two men approaching the car. "It looks like it might be all set. They haven't got any food with them yet." I was anxious that my bombshell discovery didn't become too obvious to this poor uneducated young lady. My eyes glazed as my brain went into high gear and my mind raced with the possibilities of at last bringing those bastards that abducted and used me so cruelly to some sort of justice. It was ironic that in the midst of my attempt to bolster her confidence she had unwittingly handed me a major possible breakthrough in searching for a means to end my torment. Of course, it could all just be a fantastic co-incidence but--- Arnold was calling out. "Yes!! Unpack the gear, Monica. We can do it here after all." Arnold had a beaming smile and was coming toward us waving his arms in the air, excitement written all over his face. The boot lid came up behind us and there was a renewed flurry of activity as gear was set up and light meters were waved around in the air. You would think we were about to film a major production like 'Gladiator' or something. I thought of Clint Eastwood's famous saying; "Make My Day Punk." It seemed appropriate to the way I was feeling at the moment as I smiled sweetly at Dárcy and jumped out of the car to help carry the photo equipment, fully appreciating that I was totally naked, but now even bolder and more purposeful than ever. That walk that I had undertaken for Monica was the first time I had been naked among strangers since my abduction. It had been a test of my nerves in a way. It took all the resolve at my disposal that day. After my ordeal, where for over two weeks I had been kept naked in that room with the lights on until I lost all track of time, I had even begun to wear jeans and panties again. The harrowing experience that I had just been released from had almost destroyed all my self respect and previous confidence. Bearing in mind the humiliation that I felt in displaying myself for unseen admirers in both body and spirit, begging those swine for my life as I played with myself for their amusement and the huge number of other disgusting things that they made me do, it's amazing that I hadn't gone completely mad. The small scars on my body had long gone but the legacy lived on in my mind to this day. When I had articulated some of those horrors to Monica it helped me to heal my emotional scars. From the time I had waited for the doctor's report and locked myself away in my room, frightened to meet anybody new through to the way I had uncharacteristically quickened my normal leisurely step as I ducked off the main road, resuming my slow pace only when the main road was back within spitting distance, it had been a long tortuous recovery from my point of view. I put Monica's camera gear on the table and looked back at Arnold's car in time to see Dárcy, helping Olivia out of the car and standing with his arm stretched, impatiently, while she slipped out of her dress. I started back toward them and passed Michelle as she walked toward the table, totally nude again with a triumphant smile on her face. Like myself, her nipples were stiff and protruding with the sexual excitement of showing herself to the gathering crowd this way. At this point I was sure that Olivia might need me so I called out. "It's alright Dárcy, I'll give her a hand." He gave me that same guileless smile as he went to help Arnold with the tripod. "Sure thing, sweetie." Olivia unhooked her bra revealing her greatest assets again to the world around her. Perfectly formed but natural with small erect nipples and large aureoles, they were truly beautiful and inviting. There were wolf whistles and hoots of appreciation to be heard behind me as she removed that last item of clothing. I coaxed Olivia into the ladies restroom on the pretext of relieving myself as soon as she put her bra on the seat beside her dress. I was 99% sure now that Dárcy was my mystery man but only one thing puzzled me. I locked the outside door after I established that there was no-one else inside. "How long have you known those two?" I was beginning to shake with anticipation as I squatted over the toilet bowl and the urine started to flow. Olivia was timidly checking out her reflection in the mirror, apparently shaken by the starkness of her own nudity and the recent reactions of the spectators. She seemed horrified by the thought of spending even more of her day in front of the public, totally undressed this way. "Only a couple of weeks. Why?" "When did Dárcy get that tattoo on his penis?" "Oh! That tattoo!" She laughed anxiously. "Not long before I met Michelle. Not very long at all! He was out of action while I was getting to know Michelle." She giggled ambiguously. Poor bastard was still sore from having it done and it was a bit swollen. Not in a good way, if you know what I mean." Olivia became defensive again. "She's been married to him for ages, you know." She thought for a moment. "He gives me the creeps sometimes, but Michelle loves him as much as she loves me, so I do what he tells me to." She shuddered. I didn't have much more time alone with her but I quickly explained the importance of coming with Monica and I when we were dropped back to our flat. "Dinner, night out or photo shoot. I don't care how you explain it to them but please get out of the car with us when we get back to our flat, love. I'll explain everything later." I promised the young girl with watery eyes. "Promise me, Olivia. Please promise me!" There was something about the urgency of my request that she found compelling. I was searching her eyes for an immediate answer. "Well, I don't know? Alright then. I promise, Katrina." She sounded doubtful as she thought about it. "No! I definitely promise." I didn't know what Michelle and Dárcy had said to Olivia while I was away from her but it was obvious that she had been coerced into removing her clothing again, against her will. I got the impression that she had made up her mind, based the trust she placed on what I had told her. "Are you alright with that? I had to be sure. "Yes!" A look of grim determination crossed her face. "Yes, I will come with you, Katrina. I definitely promise you that." "Now look love, I think I know how you're feeling at the moment but it's really important not to let your friends suspect that we've been having this conversation. Just follow me outside and we'll get this session over with as soon as we can. Try to behave as normally as possible and I promise to explain everything when we get home." "Gotcha Katrina, I'll try." She was curious, but realised that I really did have something of importance to her that I desperately needed to convey. I felt sorry that I had put her in such an embarrassing position now, in a way, by suggesting such a public location for Arnold's shoot. With my help, she followed me over to the tables where she sat down opposite me. Once she began eating her food and talking with the rest of us she put on a brave face and smiled but young Olivia was nervous throughout. Over the time that we were there, the ambiguous ribald comments from the onlookers seemed to bother her far more than at our previous shoot. A previously deserted area had become a hotbed of activity as the other tables filled up with customers that had previously been inside the building and suddenly decided to eat outside for a change. She looked relieved and grateful when Arnold finally wrapped up the filming and I walked her back to the car. As I hoped, Michelle and Dárcy had no cause to suspect that I had been making plans to remove Olivia from the danger she was facing and we had successfully put on a prime Oscar winning performance for Arnold. He was really pleased with all of us and I'm sure he captured some tremendous footage. Olivia's fingers were shaking as she fumbled with her front hooked bra to cover herself up again as the spectators watched in silent amusement. They seemed to sense her nervousness and made it worse by staring in her direction. "Thanks Katrina." Olivia whispered, as I assisted her into her bra. "You're a lifesaver. I'm so nervous." I helped Olivia into her dress before I dressed myself and slid into the seat beside her, leaving room for Monica on the other side of Olivia. Poor thing was still shaking so I comforted her while we waited for the others. She was even more resolved to join Monica and I for dinner so I told her to take her cues from me and just go along with my suggestions as soon as we were dropped off at home. Luckily, it was Arnold that suggested he dropped Monica and I off first. The mood in the car was buoyant and Arnold congratulated all of us on the progress he had made so far, mentioning the beach and surfing shots with special reverence. "If the weather holds, Monica and I might go back there tomorrow morning." I squeezed Olivia's hand and gave Monica a nod, hoping she would agree. "I won't need you guys till Monday so have fun." Arnold agreed. The conversation in the car centred on all of our various plans for Sunday amidst light cheerful banter until we neared our apartment block. Olivia sat in thoughtful silence between Monica and I before I gave Monica the nod and she agreed that it would be a great idea for Olivia to come to the beach with us the next day. As Arnold pulled up to let us out Michelle and Darcy protested that their group lived too far away to join us at the beach. Immediately, I leapt on the opportunity to invite Olivia to spend the night with us. I had successfully cornered them into allowing Olivia to make the decision. "We can drop Olivia back to your place tomorrow afternoon, just before dinnertime." I offered, casually. "Oh Yes! That's a great idea. You don't mind do you Michelle? Perhaps Monica and Katrina would like to stay for dinner?" Olivia was brighter than I had given her credit for. It was obvious that Dárcy wasn't thrilled by our suggestion but the pair of them had no viable alternative but to agree to the sudden arrangements. "We'll have dinner around Six o'clock tomorrow night. Don't be late, will you? I'll cook up something special for all of you." She tried to sound cheerful but Michelle was definitely suspicious. "No worries! We'll be there." I cheerfully reached over and pecked Michelle and Dárcy on the cheek, endeavouring to allay any fears they may have that I may have recognised them. "Look forward to seeing you both tomorrow then." I smiled disarmingly at both of them. Standing with Monica and Olivia at the kerbside, waving farewell to the departing car, my heart leapt as I realised that we had pulled it off, and without an ugly incident. Olivia was safe for now and, by the time I had informed her fully about my own harrowing experience a few weeks ago, she may well have a new perspective on her two married companion's motives in befriending her. "Lets go inside." By now I was positive that both Michelle and Dárcy had been among my mystery abductors. Although our Arnold really didn't seem like the type somehow, I only trusted Monica at this early stage. The apartment was empty and Monica silently let us in with her keys. She had been subdued and thoughtful about this unexpected turn of events and was clearly puzzled. "Perhaps you'd like to tell me what this is about, Katrina." As Monica entered the apartment and put on the kettle for a cup of tea for all of us, she was still subdued. She knew that my strange, perplexing behaviour was unusual but probably thought it had more to do with my own lustful desires. Jealous again? I expected so. "You know what I told you about what happened to me before I came here?" "Yes." Cautiously glancing toward Olivia. I looked at her, serious and determined to explain my real motives. "Olivia's friends were there!" I revealed quietly, loud enough for Olivia to overhear and more determined than ever to save her from the same fate. Those bastards were going to pay dearly for their fun at my expense. Now I only needed to convince Olivia that her friends were not what they appeared to be. They had to be stopped! At once Monica was attentive and caring, realising for the first time that there was a great deal more to my unexpected invitation to young Olivia, to join us for the night. I brought Olivia up to date with my abduction to the point where Vladimir had been used on me that second night. Monica listened as she made us dinner. Olivia and I compared notes on her background and my own. She had met Michelle for the first time when she was lonely and out of work. Like myself in many ways, Olivia was by herself in the city and had no other friends or relatives close by that might miss her if she disappeared from sight. Michelle had wasted no time in inviting her to stay with her and her husband in order to save her money for other essentials. Sex between the two ladies had started the first night Olivia moved in with her. She had evidently been seduced by Michelle into believing that she was worshipped by the pair of them and was told that they would help her to be very famous one day. Today's work had actually been her first modelling assignment with them and they had assured her that it was part of their plan for her to break into movies and be a big star. My blood curdled as she explained that Michelle and Dárcy had friends in the country and were intending to introduce them to her next week. Once Monica sat down with us, I continued my story to the point where I had begun my second session of 'training', as they called it. "They began gently enough this time, three or four of them I think, greasing up my entire body and massaging me. One lady worked her fingers into my bottom until she eventually inserted her whole hand, She must have had very small hands. Quite painful at first, I was determined not to upset them again after the last time so I just let her get on with it even though I found it quite embarrassing. After a while I was in ecstasy so I just lay there, allowing them do whatever they liked with me, expressing pleasure and willingness to please." I looked at Olivia with a knowing smile. "It was actually not too bad at all. Then, without warning, they all left the room and this extremely well hung guy took my blindfold off." I described the mixed feelings I had as I opened my eyes cautiously and looked around the room. The guy with the tee shirt and mask on, standing ominously before me was waiting patiently, waving his penis at me and chuckling to himself as if he was enjoying every minute. Olivia in particular, was entranced as I described his easy confident manner and how he had been so gentle and endearing while I worked at getting him fully erect. He explained that he was brought there in captivity too and almost had me believing every word he said. "I quickly worked out that his vanity might end up being used to my advantage so I really made love to him. I made him believe that I had really fallen for him." I coloured up as I looked at the other girls. "Well! I'm sure you both know what I mean. He called his penis--you're both not going to believe this-- 'Top Gun' of all the cheek!" Abduction Ch. 2 "Hey! That's what Darcy calls his weapon." Olivia was suddenly surprised and interrupted me excitedly. "It's tattooed on and you can only read it when he goes really hard-- you know-- fully erect." She giggled as she thought about it. "He calls his cum--" "Missiles" My voice said the word at the same time as Olivia. "And Michelle gets me ready for him the same way you said, Katrina." She blushed and bit her lip. "Shit! It's got to be Darcy you were with, back then!" There was no stopping Olivia now. "It all makes sense now. Did they let you go? Afterward, I mean." "In a way, love!" I sighed. "Only after another week or so of the worst torture you could imagine. Look Olivia! These people could be very dangerous. Do you still want to go back to them after what I've told you?" "Michelle told me she loved me! She wouldn't hurt me like that, would she?" Her lower lip began to quiver. "She wouldn't put me through that." Referring to Vladimir I expect. She began to cry openly. "I really loved her too, you know." I knew that I had said enough to her, for now. I turned to Monica. "How well do you really know Arnold. More importantly, how well does Arnold know those sadistic bastards." "Apparently, they have both worked for him in the past but I don't think he knows them all that well. I thought they were nice people too. Christ! I'll ring him now and find out if you like." "No darling!" I stopped her just in time. "I want to make those animals suffer, I mean really suffer for what they did to me. We've got time on our hands at the moment. Let's think about it. I don't think Olivia will be going back anytime soon." Indicating the young girl at the table. Her disappointment at learning the truth about her new found friends was obvious as she sat there sobbing at the table, totally absorbed in her grief. "We can't let her go back to them now." "Look Katrina, you calm her down while I think what to do next. I have to think. Arnold wouldn't be involved in any way." Hesitating and unsure now. "No! Not a chance. Let me ring him, my love. I'll see what I can find out about Dárcy and Michelle. Don't worry, I won't make him suspicious." I let Monica handle that while I led Olivia to the bathroom. I needed a shower and I was sure that it might refresh her to have one too! It had been a long day and I looked forward to getting clean again. While Olivia showered, I popped Gilbert out of my well lubricated vagina and cleaned him up under the tap. Running back to the bedroom to put him away, Monica was in earnest conversation on the phone so I signalled that I was putting him away. When I came back she was just hanging up. "What about that barrister that gave me her card the other day? Lets try her number." I smiled at Monica. "She'll know what to do." I remembered that she had a cell phone number too. "Arnold told me he would find out some more and ring me back soon." She thought for a moment. "Where's her card?" "Should be in my bag on the table, I suppose? I'll have my shower first and then I'll see if I can find it for you." I kissed her on the cheek as I brushed past her. "Join us in the bathroom darling? Don't be long!" Olivia was just finishing in the shower when I walked back in. I took her place in the stall and pointed to the towel cupboard. "Help yourself to a towel sweetie. Won't be long! Monica's coming shortly." I ducked under the shower, soaping myself up and luxuriating under the hot cascading water. I could see Olivia retrieving a towel from the cupboard and drying herself. She looked a lot more composed and refreshed than before, after my shocking revelation that her friends were really just manipulative sadists. I thought back about the way I had pandered to that proud, oversized man. His one redeeming feature had been that he had ultimately been responsible for the others deciding to let me out on parole. Watching Olivia bend over in front of me to dry her feet, I wondered at her willingness to even try to accommodate Dárcy's giant member. Her smooth well formed bottom quivered and wobbled seductively in front of me as she rubbed her feet. I resisted the strong temptation to reach out and touch her moist genitals, just a short distance away from my reach. She must have been desperate to win their affection and be a star in the movies. I remembered the first time he had broken me in. -------------------------------------- Darcy had positioned me over the bed and pushed and squeezed as he eased the bulbous head of his penis through my tortured sphincter muscles. I gasped for breath as he drove his penis slowly in to the hilt, never stopping to allow me to adjust to the assault on my anal canal. Even though I thought I might die at the time I forced myself to relax, thinking that anything was better than Vladimir. I had nearly fainted before I felt that he was at last fully inside me. He had groaned and gripped me tightly, as if he was trying to introduce himself into me an extra few millimetres, grinding his shaved testicles against me in ecstatic satisfaction. It was a feeling like no other, helplessly accepting this throbbing pulsating mass of flesh deep inside my body. I remember squealing with apparent delight, knowing that I was still alive and desperate to please my audience. Somehow I knew that no other man could possibly be this big and I had triumphed in accommodating him. With all my strength and will, I had forced myself to push back at him as if I actually wanted more of him inside me. "Look, Katrina loves it!" Dárcy had whooped out in delight to my unseen audience. The first time anybody had actually used my name since I was imprisoned. They had only called me 'Bitch, Slut or Cunt' up till that point. I warmed to this new breakthrough and from then on I began to believe that I might actually survive this experience. I remember capitalizing on my good fortune by agreeing with him. "Yes! Yes! Give it to me." I had forced myself to yell out and move with him, even though it shook up my internal organs every time he drove his penis back into me again. In spite of the pain I behaved like the slut that they took me for. It was my best chance to ingratiate myself to these monsters. I surprised myself by orgasming freely, even before Dárcy stiffened and shuddered. "Incoming Missiles!" He yelled out, just before he flooded me with his ejaculate and collapsed on top of me. I could almost taste his sperm in my mouth as he pulled his limp member from my inflamed anus and I used the opportunity to turn and drop to my knees in front of him. I grabbed at his flaccid penis and kissed it, opening my lips to swallow the head of his penis. I greedily sucked and ran my tongue around the glans of his member, gently caressing his testicles and pushing my index finger into his own anal opening as if I was trying to get him hard again. "She can't get enough of me!" Dárcy turned toward the mirror nearest to the bed. "We got to keep Katrina on. I don't think she wants to leave us now." Pride was evident in the way he spoke. I disengaged my mouth for a moment. "Come on stud! Let's do it again?" Hoping like hell that he had had enough as I renewed my sensual efforts on his lifeless lump of flesh. The taste was awful and it nearly made me gag to know where it had just been but I pretended to be enjoying every minute. Surely now, they would be more friendly and not use that bloody torture machine on me again? I prayed that they wouldn't. "What do I call you darling?" As I pulled my mouth away for the second time and raised my eyeballs to his impassive mask. "you seem to have the advantage here." "Just call me 'Top Gun' sweetie. What did you think of that?" Obviously referring to either his massive penis or the way he had driven the bloody thing though my intestines so brutally. Either way, he sure loved himself! "I think Top Gun's had enough for now. Maybe later?" "Oh! Darling, I just can't wait till we can do it again. You're the best! You know that, don't you?" Thinking furiously about what I'd really like to do with him. "Every chance I get. Christ! You've got a tight arse. Feels great too. Best I've had for quite a while!" He was hooked. The conceited bastard actually believed that I enjoyed it. I would start working on him now until----- maybe? It was my only hope. My heart leapt. They might begin to trust me? I couldn't see his face but I could just imagine the smug look on his face as he turned toward the door. "You will come and see me again soon. Won't you my love?" I watched him as he walked slowly out the door, almost forgetting to display myself to the mirror again. It was a well worn routine by now. I knew they liked to watch me spread my labia and play with myself. I jumped back on the bed as he locked the door and opened my legs up so that they could see how aroused I was. I turned back toward the mirror and forced a smile, blowing kisses toward my unseen hosts as I stroked myself again and wriggled with delight. I would do this until I got further orders or I was ordered to put on my blindfold again. Each time Dárcy and I did it after that I found myself more able to take him with a degree of comfort. I actually enjoyed it after a while but I really only had one goal in mind. To get myself the 'Hell' out of this place. -------------------------------- I rinsed myself off and looked at Olivia. She looked beautiful with her tiny white dress on again and her hair neatly combed into place. She had used some perfume out of the cupboard. The sweet smell of Jasmine lingered hauntingly in the air. She was sitting on the toilet bowl with the lid closed. She still hadn't put her panties back on and she was looking at my naked, wet body with obvious lust. "I should have asked you, Katrina. Did you want me to get dressed again?" Olivia's voice was suggestive. As innocent as she seemed, she was no stranger to inviting lesbian sex. She was doing her best to ascertain whether I fancied her. Her cleavage revealed a hint of aureole next to the plunging neckline of her dress. I could see clearly how Michelle had persuaded her to attempt anal sex with that brute of a partner. She couldn't be more than about seventeen years old and seemed desperate to please me. If Monica hadn't been waiting on the other side of the bathroom door and so many other more important matters hadn't come up beforehand my reaction may well have been different. "Look sweetheart, the most important thing to worry about at the moment is to make sure that you're safely out of their hands. You don't know just how lucky it was, for you, that we met today. It sounds as though this time next week might have been too late." "But--" She simpered. "Who's going to look after me now? At least they got me that job." She sniffled as she pondered her future. "Don't you realise what they really expected from you, Olivia? Surely, you can't be seriously thinking that they were worried about your welfare." I softened my approach. "Don't worry. Monica will get you plenty of work with looks like you've got. You're so lucky to have a figure like that." Brushing my hand across the top of her bulging boobs as she looked up at me. "We won't let you starve." I kissed her. "I'll talk to Monica about some work for you later on tonight. We'll get by, you'll see" As I dried myself and brushed my hair and thought about Monica and how lucky I was to find her as a partner. She didn't try to stop my friendship with Jim, even when it was obvious to her that I intended to seduce him. She handled all my business affairs and had gone to extraordinary personal lengths to please me. Spending the entire day, risking being exposed to strangers with no underwear on to prove her love for me. I realised that I owed her a lot. Michelle and Dárcy were only two of the large number of people, only too happy to take advantage of an immature and impressionable young girl with stars in her eyes like Olivia. I wondered how many porn or even 'Snuff' movies my footage must have been spliced into, in order to make money for those evil bastards. I put my hand on the bathroom door handle and turned to Olivia. "Well, let's go and see what Monica's been able to find out. Pass me my dress, please. I'll get changed in our room." Olivia stooped to pick it up and folded it over my outstretched arm. "Let's go love." I opened the door and Olivia brushed past me, looking refreshed and smelling sweetly of Jasmine and scented soap. I sighed as I turned to follow her, still holding my single garment over my arm and now looking forward to some more news from Monica. Arnold must have rung her back by now, with any luck. To Be Continued... Abduction Ch. 3 Monica was still speaking on the phone and making final arrangements to meet Arnold at the studio the next morning as I walked back into the living room. Olivia sat down at the table looking much brighter and more cheerful. She expressed interest in hearing more about Dárcy in his previous forced relationship with me and how I had escaped. By this time, she believed what I had told her and was merely plagued with morbid curiosity. "Thanks, Arnold. See you tomorrow morning then." Monica hung up and smiled reassuringly at me. "Well, Arnold's on our side. I didn't think that he had anything to do with those two characters." Looking at the time. "The other girls must have gone out for the night. I'll just have a shower and join you two in our room. We can talk for a while and then get some sleep." Monica was already in the shower and Olivia had gone into the bathroom with her for company while I tidied up the messy kitchen up. The phone rang only once and I picked it up immediately. It was Jim, inviting me to a party. I briefly explained what had happened and told him about the latest new developments. He listened as I explained that I might see him tomorrow but agreed to ring him once Michelle and Dárcy had been taken into custody. He was concerned for me but I reassured him that we had everything under control. "Just ring the cops up, if I don't ring you up tomorrow night my darling. I'm sure everything will be fine but just in case they get the better of us?" I laughed. "I sure don't want to miss our date next Friday night. Everything will be fine." "Glad you remembered that." Jim sounded relieved. "You just keep that gorgeous body of yours in mint condition for me, lover. Hope to see you soon!" I smiled as I terminated the call. I knew that Jim was anxious to get me in the sack with him again. The raw sexual appeal of my superb young Adonis was almost all consuming. Our private time together was far too short the last time we met and I had sensed that there was so much more to be explored with him. I promised myself that next time I would teach him some new tricks to make me happy and broaden his education. I dreamed about what I might do with him the next time we were alone together. ---------------------------------------- Dárcy and I were hitting it off extremely well after nearly two weeks of almost daily, anal sex bouts. I found myself looking forward to his attention and the others were far more considerate toward me after that first encounter. Still not ready to trust me completely, they treated me with a little bit more respect when I went along willingly with their more disgusting demands and they even started to call me by my given name. They were cautious enough to keep me blindfolded whenever they led me outside and of course they all kept their identities hidden from me but slowly they began to believe that I enjoyed water sports, scat, bestiality and whatever else they thought might disgust me. Indeed, prior to this time I had barely heard of, let alone experienced these degrading fetishes that they induced me into participating in. Throughout this time I kept myself sane by thinking of Dárcy and maintaining a cheerful outlook. I learned to associate pain with pleasure and frequently orgasmed, even when they often hurt me with their soft flays during a bondage session. My skin would glow pink but at least they hadn't marked my body permanently. I began to take pride in mounting Dárcy in the female superior position, facing toward the big mirror and watching my own performance as I wriggled in helpless bliss. Impaled by his giant member, with my labia wide open and my fully engorged clitoris shining wet above my vacant vaginal opening as I rode him to mutual climax, I could see everything that the strangers behind the mirror saw. I had to admit it must have looked erotic from their point of view. I was like a ballet dancer, working out in front of a full length mirror in a practice studio. I would rate myself out of ten points for each performance that I would give. Finally one day, after a perfect ten point performance, I mentioned that I wished Sue and Eileen were here with me. I gasped for breath as I told Dárcy about my fictitious friends that I could convince to join us if only I could contact them again. I sobbed as I told Dárcy how lonely I felt sometimes when he wasn't in the room with me and said I was sure that they would love to be trained, as I had been. "As long as you remain true to me?" I added quickly. "At least I would have some company." The bait was laid. I woke up on that park bench near my flat, fully dressed as I had been when I was spirited away, just three days later. Even my prized jewellery and my purse were intact when I hurriedly checked. The note pinned to my dress instructed me to contact Sue and Eileen and wait for further contact, with them, at the same place in a weeks time. I didn't read the rest of the more detailed instructions that they wrote as I had absolutely no intention of falling into their hands again. ---------------------------------------- Monica and Olivia re-emerged from the bathroom together, smiling and joking as they checked the living room out in case the other girls had come home unexpectedly in their absence. They were both undressed and completely naked now. Olivia's earlier partially hidden pubic area was rosy pink and flushed with a freshly shaven hue. Bereft of her signature passage into womanhood, her shiny engorged labia portrayed her acute excitement and desire and she appeared pleased with the results. "Does it look all right like this?" Olivia was radiant with happiness at Monica's expert attention to her young body. Her pink nipples, highlighted with recently applied makeup on her voluminous breasts, were larger than before. "Monica reckons she can get me more work with no hair on my pussy." She giggled infectiously. "What do you think?" "Monica always knows best." I agreed as I picked up my dress and scampered eagerly behind both of them. Lust took over all my earlier thoughts as I followed them into our bedroom squealing with anticipation of the delicious sexual relief to come. Forgotten, in the events that took place between us that night, were my plans to sort out my abductors and their other sadistic friends. Olivia was insatiable as she interacted with us uninhibitedly and lustfully. A total nymphomaniac, among other ladies at least, she appeared to have no need for men in order to obtain her satisfaction. She had only put up with Dárcy to please Michelle but had forgotten her previous loyalty to them, it seemed. Monica and I both fully enjoyed her charms and promised to take care of her from now on. Amidst the loving atmosphere, I found it easier to tell the two of them more details about the rest of my stay with Dárcy and his unseen cronies. They both laughed with me as I told them how I had managed to outwit Dárcy and the others and finally secure my precious freedom once again. Olivia confessed that she had found certain aspects of Dárcy's bedroom behaviour to be a bit disturbing but Michelle would encourage her to try and overlook them. Neither of us pressed Olivia for details. I knew and I'm sure Monica suspected that both of them were equally depraved in their pursuit of sexual pleasure. We were all awake early, before the others were up and about, so we tiptoed around as we dressed to go out again. Monica and I dressed, much as we had yesterday, but without Fred and Gilbert this time. Nothing should distract us from our renewed purpose today. Olivia only had her bra and dress with her so in the spirit of unity, left her panties in her handbag at the apartment. "Just in case I chicken out." She giggled. She had no intention of going back to Michelle and Dárcy to live with them. Monica had told her that she was welcome to stay with us. We decided to go to the studio to meet Arnold and decide, between all of us, the best way to eliminate the entire abduction group that Michelle and Dárcy were plainly part of. Monica expressed grim determination to eliminate any future danger to myself or Olivia by rounding up all their associates and having them put away for as long as possible. After my graphic descriptions of the way they had used me, she was seemingly intent on bringing all of them to justice of one sort or another. "Prison's too good for them. It's a pity we can't give all of them the same treatment." She remarked casually as she drove down the deserted street just after turning out of our parking garage. "It's still only your word against Dárcy and Michelle's that they were even involved at this stage." She mused. "Did you ever put a formal complaint in before you came here, Katrina?" That made me think. It seemed so simple before now but Monica was right. I had certainly made inquiries at the time but drawn a blank. The evidence that Dárcy was involved was entirely circumstantial as far as the authorities might see it. At the time, all I had wanted to do was put as much distance between my abductors and myself as possible, never dreaming that I might meet up with any of them again. "Well no! I couldn't really tell the police anything useful at the time." "That means we're going to have to trap them into telling us where their friends live or follow them. My suggestion is that we tell Arnold everything. Maybe he can find out more from his client film company?" "As long as you're sure he isn't involved himself." I had a strange foreboding sense about where this may take us. I remembered how well organised those people were. The more I thought about those mirrors in the room I thought of how easy it would be to film all my sexual activities without my being aware of it. I thought of the way I had played to the mirror at the time, believing that the people on the other side were merely being sexually stimulated by my newly discovered and outrageous love of anal sex. The first thought about that possibility was last night in the bathroom but today it seemed even more likely that I was already a movie star of sorts. "What about that film company, darling. Do you know what sort of movies they make? They might do really hardcore pornographic stuff as well." I looked straight at Monica as she pulled up outside the studio. "I couldn't bear the thought of going back to them, now." "Look, your imagination is beginning to run wild here. You do trust me don't you? Monica's expression was serious now. "Of course darling." I hastened to answer. "You promised me that you would never let anything like that happen to me again." "I meant it!" Monica looked offended but determined. "Let me ask you one important thing. Apart from the kinkier stuff, what did you hate most about the way you were treated? The sex or the fact that you couldn't watch them appreciating you? Don't forget the camera doesn't lie. You love to show yourself off, don't you? Be honest now." "Well, when you put it that way, Monica." I thought for a moment. "I suppose you're right in a way. It's just that--." "I thought so!" Monica interrupted, looking triumphant and smug. "Arnold was right too! We've thought of a way to really piss those amateur idiots off, but good! We'll set up our own independent film company. We might even use that conceited stud, Dárcy, if that's alright with you. You can be his boss! Shareholder, set supervisor and star. How does that sound?" She turned around to Olivia, silent and bewildered in the back seat. "You wanted to be famous, didn't you? Why don't you come aboard with us? Katrina will look after you." She was becoming more enthused. "I might even do a few scenes myself." Monica gave me that familiar wicked grin. She was back to her normal cheeky self. "Would there be good money in it?" Olivia thought about it. "As long as you and Katrina reckon it's all right." She was smiling broadly now. "Yeah! I'm into it." "It's an idea that Arnold and I had last night." Monica wryly confessed, turning back to me. "Arnold was fairly sure that Dárcy and Michelle work with some other low budget operator out of town. He knows them from a job he did for his client ages ago but he can't always get hold of them when he needs them. By the way, Blue Angel doesn't do hardcore movies but Arnold can use their gear whenever he needs to. Arnold reckons that with Dárcy and Michelle on our side we could close those bastards down for good. Those two must know quite a bit about them." Monica paused as she let Olivia out of the Mustang and picked up her camera. She was making a lot of sense so far and the possibilities were mind staggering. I knew that she and Arnold were making a good living by freelancing and certainly had the talent to expand in the direction that she was suggesting. It was a way of benefiting all of us and bringing my captors face to face with me in a way that was both safe and completely satisfying. The main problem that galled me more than anything else was that otherwise, they would continue to find young and vulnerable ladies to train and take advantage of for their own private pleasure. The ultimate irony was the satisfaction I would feel in altering the 'training' they had forced on me to my own advantage. We locked up the car and walked into the studio. I had made up my mind, with my lover's help. Those bastards would definitely pay dearly. I could even live with using Dárcy and Michelle if it meant finding out who was behind my abduction. After all, I could never have put on such a convincing performance without those two. * * * * * Epilogue Friday night, once all the business of closing down our competitors for good was over, Jim and I had a wonderful time. He had picked me up from my apartment as arranged and spent an hour or so dancing at the social that he had invited me to. I revelled in the attention I received when Jim and I swirled around the dance floor and my skirt lifted to reveal my naked tanned body to the other young men who hung around us constantly. Jim's friends were envious when I urged him to leave, so soon after the prize giving ceremony, nudging him along affectionately and making it obvious to all that Jim's biggest prize was yet to come. We were a few miles down the road. Jim was confident and assured as we turned into the road that led toward Peninsula beach and his rented accommodation. "I just wanted to show you our new business premises on the way home. Take a right turn just here, love." I was randy as hell and my eagerness to make love to him was apparent as I snuggled up to him. "Just here you mean?" Jim pointed right, absorbed in following my directions. "That's right, then the next two turns to the left and down the next lane to your right." Ten minutes later we were approaching a two story warehouse building with a security light on at the front entrance. The AMKO Moving Film Company's private parking sign was clearly outlined by Jim's shining headlights as we pulled up to the front of the building. "I'm their most trusted employee, these days." I assured him as we parked. "Let's have a look around." It was a name derived from all our initials and all four of us were shareholders. We had leased the building on Monday and all worked furiously on the project, refurbishing the entire interior with the chattels and other equipment that had been transported from my former prison. ----------------------------------------- Greg, my former friend and several of the other people that I dimly remembered from my private show at the tattoo studio were all rounded up and taken into custody. I was shocked by the revelation of their true identities but took grim satisfaction as they desperately tried to convince me not to press charges. Mercy was never a possibility in my mind but I toyed with them as I believe a cat would do with frightened mice. They had been seduced by the possibility of using me to obtain more free actresses for their latest moneymaking venture and they had very little, if any consideration for my feelings at the time. Perhaps if they hadn't tortured me with Vladimir? "Is this a death penalty offence?" I asked the handsome young cop after I talked with them. "Unfortunately, no. However the maximum penalty is thirty years for kidnap and even more for torture and some of the other complaints." He grinned. "Fair to say that you won't be seeing them around the streets again." "Thank you officer. Just do what you have to. I'll be there to give evidence." I smiled, gave him my details and left. They had no choice but to sell all their expensive camera gear for a fraction of it's worth in order to defend the charges of kidnap and a wide variety of other charges pending when they were all taken into custody. Most of their gear was worthless to any normal business and so Arnold made them an offer they couldn't refuse, as they say. On the strength of it we were in an ideal position to set ourselves up with a small bank loan to buy the lot and transport it to our new location. As the trucks departed Greg's former premises I had looked around the property and finally said goodbye to the building that had held me hostage and at the same moment, all my painful, frequently recurring flashbacks for good. The healing process was complete in my mind. Most of the film had been still on the premises when it was raided and the police had taken it for evidence, promising me to destroy it after the kidnappers were safely locked away. Vladimir would become exhibit A in their case. Not that I wanted the darned thing anyway. I was looking forward to my new career path with renewed confidence. In a twisted way they had given me lots of good ideas that we could use in the future. Their 'training' would be put to good use. ------------------------------------------- We were getting out of Jim's station wagon and Jim was clearly awestruck by the privacy of the surroundings. There were no other buildings around the immediate area. We were quite alone in the silence of the evening. "Wow! Have you got the keys, Katrina?" Jim was impressed. "Why don't you come in for a while? I'll show you around. There's even a bedroom in one of the upstairs offices." My voice making an unmistakable invitation to Jim. "It's for any of us to use if we have to work late for any reason." "I can't think of a better one at the moment." Jim smiled as I unlocked the main door and let him in, turning on the lights. The entire building lit up as a long series of bright florescent lights pinged as they all sparked into life, both upstairs and down. "I'll show you the bedroom first if you like?" Jim followed me up the stairs. He couldn't help but see right up my short skirt as I deliberately flaunted my naked buttocks just in front of his eyes until we reached the top. By now he was struggling with a massive erection as we walked into the room and closed the door. A king-sized double bed, next to a full length mirrored wall which made the room even brighter, completed the well appointed and luxuriously furnished room. Next to it was a toilet and open shower room with mirrored walls all around. I quickly dropped my dress and turned toward Jim and unbuckled his belt, sliding his trousers down his legs. "Jeez! It's really bright in here." Jim wasn't complaining, exactly, but the room was certainly very well lit. "Oh! You know these commercial buildings. Not even a light switch in here. darling. They all switch on from downstairs." I deftly removed his shirt, rubbing my naked breasts against him and exciting him even more. "Do you want to turn them all off? We won't be able to see much though." I smiled at him. "Does it worry you?" "Hell no!" Jim kicked his underwear off from around his ankles and led me to the bed. "It's quite kinky with that mirror next to the bed, isn't it?" He grinned as I nodded with a smile. Abduction Ch. 3 He took in the rest of the surroundings in awed silence, noting the complete absence of windows in the room. He spoke excitedly. "As long as you don't mind, it's quite alright with me?" I glanced at the clock on the wall. 1am exactly. Right on time! I smiled and replied calmly. "No, I'm quite used to it darling. I spent the night here two nights ago. It doesn't bother me at all!" I gave him my sexiest come hither smile. "Have you ever tried anal sex? I've always wondered what it feels like. There's a tube of something on the nightstand. It's supposed to make it more fun for both of us I believe." I reached over the bed and handed it to him. " I suppose you know what to do with it." I spread my legs and raised my bottom, facing toward the mirror and winking at Arnold. "Be gentle with me, sweetheart. Remember, it's my first time." I knew the camera's would be rolling by now. "Don't worry about any noises you might hear, darling. This building creaks quite a lot at night." "Oh! Don't worry sweetheart. You've got to know that I've been looking forward to this night for the last week. Just to think. We wouldn't have this much privacy at my place." Absorbed in his work. I smiled and turned toward the mirror, licking my lips as Jim's index finger slid easily into my bottom and he tenderly lubricated me. "Have you ever tried it with the lady on top of you?" smiling wickedly into the mirror. "We've got all night to try out some new experiences. I hope you're up to it after all that dancing." - THE END OF THE NIGHTMARE - * * * * * The erotic conclusion of the nightmare abduction. More kinky adventures to come. Watch this space as Olivia and Monica realise their true potential as actresses and exhibitionists.More stories by Barbara soon. Thanks to the readers that have voted on my stories and in particular, those that sent E mails. Abduction Chicken Jessica lives pretty far away from me. She has come to visit a few times, but I have been hesitant to visit her, mostly because I'm allergic to cats and refuse to spend nights at her place, unable to breathe. "If I'm going to suffocate," I'd say defiantly, "It isn't going to be because of your cats. It is going to be because my face is smothered by your pussy." We love to role play, in person, over text, and over the phone. Just yesterday, I hadn't heard from her all day. I sent her a text that might look crazy to some. I said, "I know you're cheating on me you disgusting whore. When I find you I'm going to make you pay." (Crazy jealous boyfriend is one of her favorites.) When you care about someone far away, you can only text, "I'm thinking of you," so many times before it gets redundant. To change it up, sometimes it's fun to say, "I'm thinking about killing you." And without needing any explanation she responded, "You're right. I am cheating on you. I can't help it. How are you going to make me pay?" During the day, Jessica worked as an environmental instructor, taking kids out into nature, on the mountains and along trails. She taught them about the plants and the wildlife, especially the birds. Anytime we went hiking she carried with her (and by her, I mean me) this giant fucking encyclopedia of birds so she could mark off any new ones she came across. I loved thinking that when she got my "crazy jealous boyfriend" text, she was about to embark on that day's journey. That was part of the fun. It was like being an exhibitionist without the risk of getting caught. About a year ago, this was how our game of abduction chicken started. I sent a message like, "I hate how far away you are. You could be doing anything with anyone. One of these days I'm going to come find you and spy on you. So help me god, if you are even talking to another guy I'll kill you both." "I swear I'm not. What do I need to do to prove it?" "Text me your address. Even though I live like twelve hours away, you'll know I could always be watching you." Jessica waited a while to respond. I like to think it was because she felt a little pain of nervousness inside her chest. She had already visited me once. We spent about nine days together. There was no fear that I was some kind of predator who had aims to really hurt her. Still, demanding her address made it real. She swore some kid had just puked all over himself, thus explaining the delay. I was a little skeptical. After she texted the address she followed up with, "But you won't come. I already know." "You're so wrong. I'm already Googling driving directions." "Yeah, whatever." "Go ahead. Doubt me. I want you to." "I'll even tell you where I keep the spare key hidden." "Good. That will probably come in handy." This continued on and off for a month. Jessica would say something like, I thought I saw your truck in my rearview mirror, today. And I would say, "You did." I might say something like, I really just want to wrap my hands around your throat and rape you. And Jessica would respond with, "You have my address." When we finally figured out the next time she could visit, it was about four months out. Neither one of us wanted to wait that long, but if her 2nd visit was going to be anything as amazing as her first it would be well worth the wait. At the midway point, things were getting a little mundane and routine. I wouldn't say we were drifting apart, but the time until we saw each other again wasn't coming quick enough. Even our game of abduction chicken was getting a little stale. "My roommate is going to be gone all next week, and my next class doesn't begin until the end of the month. I'm going to be so bored," Jessica texted to me. "I'm sorry. I wish I wasn't busy that week. I might have just come to abduct you, finally." ":)" was all I got back in response. No banter. No egging me on. I wonder if she knew how much that would bother me. Nothing she could have said or done would have motivated me more. Fine, alright, be that way. Act like you think I won't do it. I set it up by spending a half hour on the phone with Jessica, talking about how I just found out the plumbing needed to be redone on the house I was remodeling, and the contractor was trying to raise the cost on the kitchen flooring. At one point she even sighed, "I guess there's no chance of you coming to take me. I secretly hoped you were going to find a way." "I wish. There is nothing I'd want more than to do that." Muhahahahaha. It was summer, and my truck drank gas like it needed to be in AA. Half way through the ride my AC stopped working. After twelve hours on the road, a churning stomach from fast food, and smelling like I went to the gym two weeks ago, and forgot to take a shower every day since, I finally got off on Jessica's exit. I checked into the hotel that was closest to her apartment, took a shower, and brushed my teeth. One of the most surreal experiences in my life was packing my backpack before heading over to Jessica's apartment: zip ties, duct tape, a black pillowcase, a rag, and a knife. "Hey, what's up?" I texted her when I was parked outside of her apartment. "Not much. I'm about to look for something on Netflix." "What would you do if I was outside your apartment right now?" "I'd tell the guy going down on me he has to leave ;)" "No, really! What would you do if I was outside your apartment right now?" This was followed by a long pause, and though I didn't see her, she must have been peeking through the blinds. "Wait... are you?" "I don't know. But, maybe it's time for you to bring your trash out to the dumpster?" "Are you fucking with me? Because my heart is racing right now." Jessica was small, half Asian, with long wavy dark hair. She wore short khaki shorts and a white tank top. I watched her as she slowly closed her apartment door and locked it. Before she started down the stairs her head swiveled back and forth, scanning the parking lot. Almost every spot was filled. Picking out my truck, in the dark, with her heart beating out of her chest was not an easy task. I carefully opened the door of my truck, my heart also thudding against my sternum. Fuck! The cab light switched on. I punched the ceiling to turn it off. Slinking down in my seat, Jessica didn't seem to notice. Even though it was late, and clearly no cars were coming, for some reason Jessica looked both ways before crossing the street about a half dozen times. With zip-ties in my pocket and a hunting knife in hand, I slipped out of my seat and put my feet on the asphalt. I had to pull myself up and hold onto the door to steady myself. It was all just a role play, but still seemed real. I had driven 800 miles, and had all that time to think about everything that was about to play out, trying to anticipate the things could go wrong, playing it through my head over and over. I wondered if my preparation was so different from an actual predator's. I walked along the grass, crouched down behind the row of cars. When I reached the cinder-block wall that housed the dumpster, I leaned against it. I had only walked about twenty feet from my truck, but I might as well have been running sprints back and forth for the last five minutes. It seemed so loud, my breathing, like people inside their homes could have heard me. I tried to control it, but that made it worse. Then I heard a rustling of a bag, and footsteps approaching. I slid along the wall, now holding my breath. When the dumpster lid squeaked open, my feet scrapped along the gravel and dirt as I shot around the corner. Jessica looked back over her shoulder and dropped the lid. It crashed down with a thud. The beginning of a scream formed in her stomach, but my free hand wrapped around her head and covered her mouth, while the other hand brought the hunting knife to her throat. Out of instinct she squirmed and fought, but I yanked her hard into my body, and pressed the knife against her throat, showing her the blade was real, and it was sharp. Not yelling but not whispering either, somewhere in between a grunt and a growl, I said "Do you feel that? Don't fucking fight." I took in a deep breath, and smelled Jessica for the first time in so long. Even with the cold metal against her she continued trying to wiggle free. Something primal took over me. I opened my mouth and pressed my teeth into her flesh, biting down hard on the spot where her neck met her shoulder. She screamed into my hand but her body went limp allowing me to drag/guide her back to my truck. Pressing her against the tailgate, I used the weight of my body to hold in place. "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth, but do you feel that?" Once again pushing the knife into her skin. "The knife is staying right there. Do. Not. Make. A sound." I grabbed her wrist and pulled it behind her back. "Give me your other hand. Now." Jessica was practically hyperventilating. I felt her body heaving up and down. I wasn't even sure if she heard my command. I let go of her wrist and pulled her hair back off her shoulder. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to her ear. I didn't break character, but I used a voice she could recognize. "Shhhh," I said, and this had an immediate effect on her breathing. "I don't want to hurt you. OK?" Jessica nodded. "I am going to take what I want from you, and then it will be all over. Just do what I tell you and you'll be fine. Understand?" Jessica nodded again. "Good. Now give me your other hand." I pulled the zip-tie tight around Jessica's wrists and then dragged her over to the passenger door. Scanning the parking lot, I didn't see anyone on their cell phones calling the police. I was almost in the clear. I turned Jessica until we were face to face. Her eyes were so wide I thought she might not ever blink again. Thin strips down her cheeks from fresh tears shined in the faint light, and for an instant I wanted to tell her that I loved her. I wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked. We held eye contact as I tightened the zip tie around her ankles. "Please let me go," came out her mouth, the words broken up by the trembling of her body. "I can't," I answered, reaching into my backpack and finding the duct tape and the rag. "I've been watching you for so long. I need you to know how I feel." I held the rag up to her mouth, but she refused to open it. Then I held the knife up as if to say, which would you rather deal with? Jessica opened her mouth and I stuffed the rag to the back of her throat, before securing it with three strips of tape. "Look at me!" I demanded, even though she was already looking right at me. "Can you breathe? Nod yes or no." Jessica nodded yes. "I really don't want to hurt you. But I can't be driving while you're screaming at the top of your lungs. Reaching into my backpack again, I found the black pillowcase. "Here's the deal I'm going to make with you. Are you listening?" Jessica nodded. "If at any point you can't breathe and it feels like this is too much, scream into the rag." And then I slapped her hard across the face. "No fucking games. You understand?" She nodded yes, but I slapped her again, anyways. "None!" I watched her crying face disappear under the pillowcase as I covered her head. I drove around listening to death metal despite the fact that I hate that type of music. I kept it down low, so I could hear Jessica's muffled screams, if need be. I did t plan on what happened next. I just kind of started talking, not even really aware of what I was saying. "You have any idea how long I've been watching you? The first time I saw you I was up in the mountains for a hike. You and your class got there the same time I did. Do you remember? Probably fucking not. I said, 'it's a great morning for a hike, isn't it?' You nodded and smiled. Do you know what you said back? 'It would be if I didn't have a dozen little brats to babysit.' I know what you were trying to tell me. It was so clear. You wanted to go hiking with me, that morning. Just me and you. I know that's how you felt. I followed you and your class. You couldn't have seen me, I was just off the trails, but couple of times I felt like you were looking into the bush, right where I was standing. It was like you knew I was there. It was like we were communicating." I reached over and pressed my hand against the pillowcase, touching Jessica's head. She yanked hard, but there was no room for her to get away. "That was over a month ago," I continued. "I followed you home and tried to learn everything I could about you. I wanted you to be mine. I just wanted you to be able to get to know me. I felt like if you did, you'd love me. A week ago, you stopped for gas, and I pulled into the pump across from you. I had finally worked up the courage to talk to you. Do you have any idea how hard that shit is?" I screamed and punched the seat next to her face for good measure. "Do you?" "Look how beautiful you are. For a guy like me to just come up and talk to you is fucking hard. All I said was, 'The air in your tire looks a little low. Do you want me to help you fill it?' I could see that you were uncomfortable, Jessica. Yeah, that's right I know your name. I could see how uneasy my polite gesture seemed to you. All you said was, 'I got it. Don't worry.' Why would you reject me like that, Jessica? Why? WHY!" And then I punched my dashboard, so hard the glove box opened, hitting Jessica in the head. The unexpected shock sent her body squirming and fighting, like the overreaction that comes from realizing a bee is buzzing around your head. Pulling into the parking space about five feet from the front door to my room, I got out, leaving Jessica in the truck. I opened the hotel room door and then returned. I put one arm behind Jessica's neck and the other under her knees. She resisted at first trying to keep me from getting a good grip on her. "The more you fight, the more you put your life at risk," I calmly reminded her, and I think for the first time that notion really set it. She realized that I was in control. I had all the power. She gave it up the moment she handed me her other wrist. She finally understood everything that was going to happen from here on out was up to me. It was my will. The best she could hope for was to not make things worse. Her wrists and ankles bound, a rag stuffed in her mouth, duct tape securing the rag, and a pillow case over her head, it still felt a little romantic, carrying Jessica over the threshold and tossing her on the bed. It was like the most fucked up wedding night in history. Ripping the pillowcase off, Jessica's eyes fluttered, adjusting to the light. "I'm going to take off the duct tape. Can you imagine what will happen to you if you start to scream?" Jessica nodded yes. Long strands of dark hair covered her face as I snatched the tape in one pull. Right away, Jessica spit out the rag and sucked in all the air she could. I walked over to the sink and unwrapped one of the little plastic cups, and filled it with water. Returning to Jessica, I held it to her lips. "Here, drink up." Tilting the cup back, water spilled out of the corners of her mouth and onto her white tank-top, making her shirt more transparent, and giving hints to what lay underneath. When it was empty, I returned to the sink and filled up the cup again. "I'm sorry," she said to me while my back was turned. "I'm sorry I didn't realize how hard it was for you to talk to me at the gas station." "It's a little late for that now, isn't it?" I laid down beside Jessica on and held the cup back to her lips. After drinking half of it she pulled he head away, more water spilling onto her chest, "It doesn't have to be too late. I swear I was in a bad mood that day. I wasn't in my right mind. I should have been more polite." I examined her eyes, looking for a hint of dishonesty. "How can I trust you? You'd say anything right now to keep me from hurting you," I said, my voice very calm "But, maybe I mean it. If I felt bad for what I had done I would be saying the same thing." "I don't believe you," raising my voice. "I swear I am telling you the truth." "Fucking, liar!" This time I yelled and slapped her square across her cheek. "All women do is lie. They tell you they feel one way, only to leave you without so much as a hint. All of you play games with men's hearts. And I am fucking sick and tired of it. I won't be played with anymore. I raised my hand to hit Jessica again, but this time she buried her head in the pillow, crying out, over and over, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I really am sorry." "Then prove it to me. If you really want me then show me." "Tell me how and I will. I will do anything." "Kiss me. If you care about me, kiss me like you love me." Lifting her head fro, the pillow she said, "I'm not sure I can." "See, exactly. You don't give a fuck about me. I know it." And I raised my hand to hit her again. "No, wait. That's not what I mean. I don't think I can show you without my hands. If I kiss you like I want to then I need to be able to touch your face. Otherwise it won't feel right to me." "Bullshit!" And then I grabbed her by her throat. "You think I am fucking stupid. Seriously? How dumb do you think I am?" Cutting off the air to her lungs, could she remember her trip to visit me? How we became so close, and how we got to the point she trusted me without question? Or was she so lost in her role, was she actually wondering if she'd ever see her parents again? Over text, hundreds of times, I have told her I was going to kill her for one reason or another. And over text, hundreds of times, she had begged me not to. But here and now, I wasn't sure there was a difference between play and reality. I squeezed her throat so hard my hands melted into her. I had choked Jessica before, but nothing like that. I was no longer Jay, a guy who cared for and loved the girl in front of me. I was a broken person, my logic twisted beyond anything that could be recognized as logic. I truly believed she had wronged me; she had somehow wounded my ego. And maybe it wasn't even her I was trying to kill. Jessica was a stand in for all the times I had been hurt- all the times family, friends, and relationships had turned their backs on me, leaving me alone, to fend for myself. How different was I than the monster who could do this for real, when the hurt I was trying to atone was no different than that of the monster's? I might not have let go -- I can't say for sure -- if it hadn't been for Jessica saying with her last breath, "I love you." It flipped a switch inside of me, softening me up. My grip loosened and I wondered if it even mattered if she was faking it to save her life or she actually meant it. Who cares if it was role play or real. It all felt the same to me, so I whispered back, "I love you too." Still gasping for air Jessica lifted her head. She began to kiss me like she was dying and the cure she needed was somewhere on my face. She kissed my nose, my cheeks, my eyes, my chin and my lips, each one of them further entombing me within my self-created paradox. All I wanted was her love me. Now that she was giving it to me I didn't see how I could trust her. "I still don't know if I can believe you. What if this is all a lie to get me to drop my guard. I want this to be real. But that's how I always get hurt." "I'm willing to let go. Do whatever you want to me. I won't fight it." "Who the fuck do you think you are?" I slapped Jessica, this time the hardest slap yet. "You are willing to let me? I don't need your fucking permission, you stupid fucking cunt. I'm in charge here," I grunted at her as I grabbed the knife and held it to her throat. "I'm sorry. You're right. You're in charge." I pressed the blade deeper into her skin. "You're in charge! OK? You're in charge! You have all the power."