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Chapter Two – Kidnapped
By Vdias
Further up the Haven resort, two men sat in one of the numerous villas dotting the island landscape, looking down at the holiday makers at the beach. One of them had a pair of binoculars fixed on Kat walking up the beach path, admiring her toned body. He himself was lean and sinewy, with closely cropped sun-bleached hair. Tanned skin showed that he spent quite a lot of time out in the sun.
“Very nice. You think she’ll work out?”
“Hard to say” the other man replied. He was tall, broad-shouldered and muscular. A fine specimen of a man, only his salt-and-pepper hair and the fine lines around the corner of his eyes belied his age.
“Depends on the character. She might baulk at first, but she’ll come around”. He took another swallow of his whiskey. “Not like she’ll have a choice.”
The first man chuckled. “Intake starts tonight. Everything is prepared as always.”
“Good, I’m going to get some sleep. We’ll need it for tonight.”
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Katherine slipped into a light nightgown before bed. The workout was great but the massage from the attractive hunk with the heavenly fingers was amazing. The staff at the Haven were exceptionally courteous, friendly and the men were as handsome as the women were gorgeous. Such attention to detail was to be expected at such a luxurious retreat attended by the fabulously wealthy and there was no way she could have afforded all this on her meagre salary. Once again she was glad that all her hard work paid off.
As she snuggled into the large king-sized bed, her eyes seemed heavier than usual. Sleep felt like a smothering weight, rather than a dreamy release. She slipped into the darkness of slumber...
… only to be abruptly jolted awake by a prickling sensation in the back of her neck. Though she couldn’t see in the darkness, she sensed that she was not alone in her room. Her mind was now wide awake but her limbs felt oddly heavy and slow. Sluggishly, she rolled off the bed and slithered underneath it. As she did so, she felt slight vibrations of footfalls through the floor. Somebody was moving around in her bedroom.
She heard rustling noises above her. Hands pawed through the blankets, expecting a slumbering girl but coming empty handed. Her heart was in her mouth as she felt a second pair of footsteps enter her room.
“Where is she?” a whispered voice said.
“I don’t know, she couldn’t have gone far. Her bed is still warm.”
“Shit, did we drug her food right?”
“Dunno, she’s pretty fit, maybe we should’ve used more?”
“No way, she’s tiny. We want them unconscious, not in a coma. Or worse dead.”
Abruptly, she felt a hand seize her ankle and swiftly dragged her out from under the bed. She opened her mouth to scream but her voice would not respond, all she could make was a wheezing sound. Arms and legs flapped uselessly as tried to fight, struggling to draw enough breath to cry out. She saw two figures, one with both hands firmly around her foot, the other pulling something over her head. The gloom became pitch darkness.
“Gag and cuff her to make sure.”
Hands squeezed her cheeks gently but firmly, forcing her mouth open. Something big and round was pushed into her mouth from outside the hood, strapped tightly to the back of her head. What little sound she could make was now muffled to nothing. She strained to move her limbs, to fight, until the pair cuffed her wrists and ankles together.
Her head swam as she was flipped to her stomach and slung over the shoulder of one of the men. Despite her deadened limbs her mind raced. What was going on? A kidnapping? Made sense considering the clientele of the Haven. They were going to be sorely disappointed when they found she had little money and no wealthy family. No-one was going to be paying this poor girl’s ransom.
The men dropped her body into the backseat of an electric buggy, one of many scattered across the Haven. Their trip was long and in moments Katherine had lost sense of time. All she could hear was the mad beating of her heart, adrenaline racing through her drugged body. She fought down the fear and anger that threatened to overwhelm her mind.
She felt herself being hoisted off the buggy and carried for a while. The men were silent, professional, efficient but not overly rough. It felt like whomever they were, they had been doing this for some time. Suddenly she heard a deep, masculine voice.
“Put her over there. You didn’t hurt her did you?”
“No, as you asked sir. She woke up earlier than we expected though. She’s a strong one, for such a small thing to shake off the drugs so early.”
“Yes, she is special. You know what they say about good things and small packages.”
She was laid flat on a couch.
“And the rest?”
“Being processed as we speak. Emiel’s overseeing the rest of the intake.”
“Excellent.”
Footsteps approached. The deep voice said “Hello Katherine, I’m going to release you now. But before I do, try to scream, run or offer any resistance and I’ll have to get your chaperones to bind you up again. Alright?
She tried to nod but her head lolled about and she settled for grunting an affirmation. The gag was unbuckled, cuffs removed and the hood pulled off her head. Blinding light made her flinch. A large man with salt-and pepper hair, dressed in a bathrobe, was leaning over her as he propped her head up and held a cup to her lips.
“Drink this; it’ll help counteract the drugs.”
As she gulped the bitter liquid noisily, her eyes flickered around the room. The furnishings were extravagant, even more so than compared to her bedroom. It had a Victorian parlour feel to it, with old school decor. Her ‘chaperones’ flanked the doorway, clad head to toe in black tight spandex, faces darkened by camouflage paint. She choked and gasped, recognising one of them as the handsome man who had given her that amazing massage.
The man grinned and winked at her.
“First of all let me apologise for the method by which you were brought here. You’ll understand after we show you around why we needed to do that. Can you speak?”
“What the f....” she croaked.
“I know, I know.” the man shushed her gently.
He pushed the cup into her hands and settled back on a leather divan similar to the one she reclined on. “There’s no easy way to say this so I’m just going to be forthright with you. You’re on another part of the island at a different resort, somewhat similar to the one that you were staying. However this one does more than just pamper the rich and famous. This retreat is a playground for patrons interested in more, ahem, perverse desires. More specifically in slaves. Sex slaves.”
Kat just stared at the man with an incredulous look. What could she say? Inside, her heart skipped a beat.
“Back at home you work for a well-known gym. Do you happen to remember who owns that company?”
“What does that have to do with anythi – wait. You! You’re Angus Matheson! You own the chain of gyms I work at!”
The rugged, grey-haired, muscular man gave her a benign, almost fatherly grin. “Took you some time did it?”
“You rigged the employee award to get me here?”
“Oh I didn’t have to do that. You really were the best personal trainer we have.”
“What do you want with me?”
Matheson rose and paced the room, running a hand through his grey locks.
“I’ve been keeping my eye on you for some time. I’ve noticed that you get excellent results from your clients because you’re so firm and strict, one might say almost dominating. I don’t even know if you noticed that about yourself. We need somebody with your kind of discipline who can do the same with our slaves. Our patrons here can be pretty, well, violent with them. We need somebody to toughen them up. Get them fitter. Effectively, we want a personal trainer for them.”
He forestalled her next question with a raised hand. “You’re an orphan, and a bit of a loner. You’re attractive, but you attract the wrong kind of people. With your height and looks, people mistake you for a cute, under-aged girl, something you detest. You’ve had brief relationships with both men and women but no real connections. What we’re offering is something beyond your wildest imaginations. Work with us, and you’ll be rewarded generously. Money definitely. But in time, you’ll find that money is only a means to an end, and what we offer goes beyond what money can buy.”
Matheson studied her expression, watching the conflicting feelings racing across her face.
“Did I mention the alternative?” Suddenly, he was inches away, looming over her. One large hand griping her throat firmly. His bathrobe had fallen open to reveal his broad chest and chiselled abs. She was painfully aware of just how large and powerful he was. Though he dwarfed her physically, she felt pinned more by the force of his presence than the strength of his muscles.
“I can have you taken in as a slave, forced to suffer for our pleasure. There are people here who do more than just fuck their slavegirls. In fact, being raped will probably be the best part of the rest of your life.” Every day you will be our plaything, to be used while you still satisfy us and discarded at a whim.” He caressed one pert breast through her thin silk nightgown.
“Let me be clear. You’re not a slave at my pleasure and my pleasure only. I like you and I think you’ll have a lot of potential to grow here. But cross me, and this island can always use another slave. Think about what happened to you tonight. Understood?”
She could do nothing but squeak her assent. He lifted his hand from her throat and straightened his robe.
“Excellent, let’s go take a look at our newest recruits.”
Katherine was amazed to find that herself damp between her legs. She imaged him tearing her flimsy nightgown off her body and somehow felt strangely disappointed.
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