Chapter Three.
Marcus explained that he had managed to make contact with
the kidnappers through his informant, posing as a potential
buyer of 'talent'. He had been invited to meet the
kidnappers this very night, but Marcus was required to turn
up with a female companion. By forcing Marcus and a female
companion to participate in some sexual fun and games, the
kidnappers hoped weed out potential law officers. Marcus
had a female investigator on call who could have
accompanied him, but she happened to be out of town.
'All you need to do is to act as one of my "girls" and
agree with whatever I say' explained Marcus. 'There will
only be two of them there, a man and a woman. Hopefully, I
can discover if Angela is really there and if so, in which
room. If I get the chance, I will overpower them and rescue
Angela. If not, I will make some excuse and we will leave
before we get down to any sex. Once outside, I will try to
get the police to take action or failing that, I will call
in some of my associates and we will attempt a rescue'
Sandy thought of the shy, quiet girl that she had known at
the gym, and imagined her being sold and raped by a gang of
criminals. She knew at once that she had no choice but to
help. Marcus hugged her and she clung to his powerful body
for a moment, drawing on his strength and confidence. Then
she went to her room to change. She chose a tight black
cotton dress that ended half way down her thighs, and
matching shoes. Snatching a small leather handbag from the
drawer, she tossed a few items into it and turned to go.
Then she remembered her new earrings and decided that they
would suit her supposed persona better than the plain gold
studs presently in her ears. Quickly, she unfastened the
studs and put them on the table top. Just as she finished
inserting the platinum earrings, one of the gold studs
rolled off the table and fell to the floor. Sandy decided
that she had no time to look for it and swept the remaining
stud into her bag for safe keeping.
As they drove through the night, Sandy tried some method
acting and tried to think like a hooker with her pimp. She
tried to think sexy with a touch of fear. Pimps liked to
beat their girls; or at least that was the way they were
portrayed on TV. If you could not trust the TV, who could
you trust? The idea of being hit made her tingle a bit, but
the thought of Marcus acting like a pimp made her feel ill.
Finally, the car bumped to a halt in front of the house.
The only lights around were the headlamps of the car and
the dim yellow light shining beside the front door. The
night felt terribly quiet after listening to the steady
growl of the engine. Marcus stepped out of the car and
Sandy joined him, deciding that a hooker would not wait for
her pimp to open the car door for her. There was a creaking
sound from the house.
'What's your name?' said a man's voice.
'Marcus'
'OK Marcus. If you are carrying, I suggest that you lock it
in the glove compartment. If I find anything on you, you
are a dead man. Understand?' said the voice. 'Oh, and that
goes for the woman too'
Marcus cursed under his breath and pulled a P228 Sig Sauer
pistol from a pancake holster in his waistband and placed
it carefully in the glove compartment. Sandy noted that he
did not lock it as the voice had instructed.
Sandy followed Marcus into the house. A dark haired woman
searched them both carefully before allowing them further
inside. The man stood to one side with a short barreled
revolver in his hand. The woman took pains not to step into
his line of fire while searching them. The pistol
disappeared under the man's jacket when the girl declared
the both of them 'clean'.
'I'm Jack and this is Gloria' said the man, waving his hand
in the direction of his female companion. 'I'm sorry about
the search and the gun, but there are certain "risks" in my
line of business. I am sure that you understand'
Marcus smiled genially and the two men shook hands. Jack
led them into the living room and gave them beers. Sandy
was relieved that they would not have to gulp down bourbon
by the glass as in the movies.
Jack put his arm around Gloria's waist as she stood beside
his chair. He openly ogled Sandy's thighs, making her feel
like a piece of merchandise.
'What do you think of Gloria here?' asked Jack. 'She's new.
I just got her a week ago, but I think that I have broken
her in nicely'
Marcus imitated Jack's meat market stare and grinned. 'Very
nice'
'Of course, when she first arrived, Gloria was a bit
naughty; weren't you Gloria?' he asked, turning to the dark
haired woman.
'Yes Jack' she replied cautiously.
Marcus tried to move onto business. 'Speaking of new girls,
I thought that you had some new stuff for sale'
However, Jack refused to be rushed. 'Plenty of time for
that later' he replied. 'Lets get to know each other first'
Marcus forced himself to relax and smile. 'Sure thing'
'Where was I?' said Jack. 'Oh yes, naughty Gloria! But she
soon learned her place, didn't you?'
'Yes Jack'
'And you are a good, obedient girl now aren't you?' said
Jack, his tone getting more insistent.
'Yes Jack'
'Would you like to show Marcus just how obedient you are?'
Gloria hesitated for a second before replying 'Yes Jack'.
Jack did not miss the hesitation, and he glared briefly at
the hapless woman. 'Well?'
Gloria wore a loose T-shirt over a pair of black, sequin
studded jeans and cowboy boots. With a supple movement of
her arms, she pulled her T-shirt up and off, baring the
upper half of her body. She was not wearing a bra, and her
large breasts wobbled freely. After laying her shirt on the
back of Jack's chair, Gloria put her feet together and her
hands on the top of her head. 'Please smack my titties
Jack' she said in a husky, inviting tone of voice.
Jack grinned and pulled his belt out of the loops of his
pants. 'That sounds like a good idea'
Sandy watched in fascinated horror as Jack proceeded to
whip Gloria's breasts with his belt, gripping the buckle
firmly in his fist. The leather struck Gloria's soft
breasts with a loud 'Splat!', each blow leaving a sharp
edged red mark on her skin. Jack struck with skill,
alternating from one breast to the other and seldom hitting
the same spot twice in a row. Where the red marks crossed,
a deep red weal formed, the flesh at that spot swelling
angrily.
Sandy was amazed by Gloria's fortitude, as she remained
absolutely still while Jack viciously thrashed her tender
breasts. Once he had thoroughly reddened both globes, Jack
concentrated on Gloria's nipples, snapping the leather
strap with jerks of his wrist so that the tip cracked
across a nipple with tremendous force.
When Jack finally stopped, Gloria's nipples were bloodied
and swollen. Both Marcus and Sandy gaped at the scene in
amazement, as neither had expected this kind of display.
What was even more surprising was the fact the Gloria did
not look terribly distressed. She was obviously in a lot of
pain, but she was smiling in satisfaction at the same time.
The uncertainty and reluctance were gone and the woman
fairly radiated sexual heat. Sandy realised that the couple
had been playing a sexual game and that Gloria had wanted
to be beaten all along. This knowledge started the heat
rising in Sandy's own loins, but at the same time increased
her concern for Angela.
