Did you miss me?




"Get OFF of me!"

The young man's angry cry was ignored by the two young women who were in the
process of wrestling him into submission.

His name was Colin. He was tall, lean and green-eyed, and he wore his dark
hair short and spiked in the front.

Currently, he found himself in a bit of distress.

That was an understatement, actually ... he was beginning to feel as though he
were really in danger.

What the hell did these crazy chicks want from him, anyway?

A third woman, intense and dangerous looking, leaned against the wall with her
arms folded.

Watching the show, the young man thought bitterly.

With a roll of her exotic, grey eyes, she pushed herself from the wall. His
heart pounded at her approach. The tall, black-clad woman moved like a cat as
she walked over and gazed down upon the struggle.

"Imbeciles ... " She said in a low growl of a Russian accent.

"I will show you how this should be done."

A shudder ran down Colin's spine. Desperation churned inside his belly. He
fought harder.

****

Earlier that night, he'd been out with some friends. Clowning around, having
fun ... yet still shying away from hooking up with anyone he met.

Some guys are a mix of outgoing and shy, and that was Colin all over.

Still, all-in-all, he had been having a great time.

The club was always filled with beautiful ladies, but his eyes had kept
straying to one table in particular, where three remarkably striking women had
appeared to be having an intense conversation with one another.

Two had been dark haired.

The first appeared to have some Asian blood. Her slickery-straight, black hair
fell down to the center of her back and had bangs cut above her almond-shaped
eyes. She wore a pink minidress over thin, black leggings with matching, pink
go-go boots.

The second had wide blue eyes and soft, dark curls tumbling over her
shoulders. Denim was her look. She wore snug, faded jeans and a tight, black
scoop-necked t-shirt with a pair of embroidered, black cowgirl boots.

Both women had a very slim build.

It was the third member of the group who had taken his breath away. She had
been just a little more lush, a little curvier than the other two. Maybe not
his usual type ... but, damn.

Her hair had looked like a dark, burgundy red from a distance, and had hung
down in long, wild waves. Her face had seemed exotic ... all high cheekbones,
slightly tilted eyes and full lips. She'd looked vaguely Gothic in her black
leather clothing and stark makeup.

And when she had stood to get drinks, she'd been over six feet tall in her
heels.

Colin was five-foot-eleven, and he had found her height and demeanor
unaccountably sexy.

She'd looked tough, but that didn't matter. Given half a chance, he got along
easily with most people. I mean, everyone liked to laugh, right?

Maybe he was being kind of silly, he had thought; he knew he wasn't going to
walk over and talk to them. Still, he couldn't help but wonder what she was
really like ...

However ... she had surprised him by noticing him, too.

First she had sent him a drink ... then she had walked over and introduced
herself to him as "Natasha."

Stalked over, really. His buddies had laughed and filtered off, disappearing
into the ocean of faces.

Fucking hell, she was hot.

A glance to the side had told him that her friends, likewise, had made
themselves scarce ...

Leaving him face-to-face with the exotic redhead whose sultry Russian accent
had made him dizzy.

Normally he'd be tossing out jokes left and right, but he just couldn't seem
to think just then.

She had taken his hand between hers ... .so warm! Her long, grey eyes had been
made even more intense with the black eyeliner she wore and he'd felt lost,
mesmerized, staring into them.

"We should get out of here." She'd practically growled the words, sending a
shiver up his spine.

Colin had swallowed and nodded, although the woman had already taken him by
the wrist and was leading him out the door.

"No ... we will take MY vehicle." She had been parked well out of the way, by
the far wall.

He had followed her like a trusting puppy.

The sway of her black-clad hips had been hypnotic.

It had been a shock when she had shoved him into the arms of her two cohorts
who had been hiding in

the shadows.

"What ... WAIT!"

He'd been confused at first, of course.

"Take him down."

There had been no confusion in his mind about that statement.

And her voice was so cool, had sounded so emotionless.

"Natasha!" He'd cried in dismay.

"No." She had growled as she'd leaned against the wall and lit a slim, black
cigarette.

The night air had the sudden scent of tobacco and cloves wafting on the
breeze.

"My name is Oksana."

The two dark haired women obeyed the Russian and pulled him, struggling, to
the ground.

Now, however, the two moved aside.

Colin raised himself cautiously to his knees. He wasn't sure WHAT to think.

The Asian girl smirked and yanked off his shirt, before he had a chance to
react.

"Hey!"

He reached after it ... and in that moment of distraction, Oksana flipped the
disbelieving young man onto his belly and pinned him.

His arms were trapped behind his back, pinned tightly between her powerful,
silky thighs.

"No ... don't!" He shouted.

All his resistance seemed to mean nothing. The Russian woman had him
helplessly pinned.

Grimly, he continued to fight, cursing the entire time.

"You crazy, fucking Russian BITCH!"

He could hear her cold chuckle of amusement.

"TAHNI! ... Tape!" His assailant commanded.

The southerner whooped and tossed a roll of black duct tape which Oksana
caught easily.

She pointed at Flora.

"Shut his so-smart mouth up ... NOW."

The pretty Asian lady crouched beside Colin and yanked his head back by the
hair, brandishing tape and a balled-up scarf.

"NO!" He shouted.

They weren't just playing rough. They were fucking nuts. They weren't just
joking ... they intended to take him away with them!

He pressed his lips tightly together and tried to turn his face from her.

Flora smirked again. Her movement was so fast, the boy didn't register she'd
released his hair until she had pinched his nose shut.

His eyes were as wide as green saucers. He made a strangled noise in his
throat as he tried to hold his breath.

The woman smiled like a cat. Her laughter was light and utterly lovely.

"As if I didn't know how to handle a bloke like you ... " She murmured,
shoving the scarf in Colin's gasping mouth and taping his lips shut before he
could spit it out.

He was gagged. He moaned miserably. No chance to talk his way out of this.

It was hard to put a positive spin on this situation ... and he'd always had
an issue with liking the wrong woman, hadn't he?

As the bemused Brit was wrapping tape around their victim's head, Oksana was
guaranteeing his helplessness and tractability.

She had bound his wrists and shackled his elbows in firm, unyielding bands of
tape. The boy yanked at them furiously, cursing through his gag, but found
they had no give.

Tahni had gathered up Colin's wildly kicking legs, and taped him just as
firmly at the knees and ankles.

He thrashed around violently then, trying desperately to find some slack, some
way to get free. He glared up at the three women, his green eyes filled with
the intense desperation he felt.

Oksana watched. Amused by his antics, she allowed the little fool to wear
himself out.

Then she hit the button to open the door to her van ... she and her two
protégés seized him and picked him up.

"Mmmph!"

Panic ... he was definitely feeling panicked. He couldn't even scream. Were
they really going to just ... kidnap him like this? I mean, women really
didn't DO that kind of thing ... did they?

... Except, these three obviously did. But, WHY?

The thought was in his head that maybe he didn't want to know.

The red-haired Russian woman put him in the back with Flora and Tahni. Colin's
breath came hard and fast as they tethered him to the floor, locking a chain
around his waist.

He thrashed and fought in vain. His bindings weren't budging an inch. Nowhere
to go ... no way to keep this from happening.

He was panting. His nerves were practically singing.

Now was NOT the time to discover he had a thing for bondage, Colin thought as
he struggled.

Oksana started the engine ... then she was driving off with his person in her
possession. He had no power here at all. She was taking him away, and there
was nothing he could do to stop her.

He bit hard into the scarf that had been stuffed into his mouth ... and tried
not to panic.

****

Another clove cigarette and a smooth drive home, the woman thought.

Oksana, the woman in question, had been aware of the young man's perusal as
she had returned to her table with vodka and red wine. It had amused her that
this cheerful, laughing boy would choose her and her cohorts to moon over.

There were plenty of fish in the sea, after all ... and he was one of them. A
laughing little swimmer, ready to be hooked. But the three of them?

Well ... they were the fishermen.

Commercial fishermen, to be precise.

Her companions, Flora and Tahni were new at the game, but had acquitted
themselves very well last night.

Young males were a small, niche market, it is true.

However, since only a few souls (such as herself) were willing to provide the
product ... it was very much a seller's market.

Female catchers usually retrieved the finest little fishies, the woman had
mused.

After all ... the fishers were also the bait.

"So, Natasha." Tahni's Georgia accent had teased over the syllables of her
favorite nickname for her Russian compatriot.

Oksana glared. Americans thought that ALL Russian women were named "Natasha."
One, just ONE comment about "moose and squirrel" and the pretty redneck would
have a fight on her hands.

"Now, now." Flora had said, attempting to smooth things out. Her cool, British
accent always seemed at odds with her exotic, Asian looks.

"What Miss Georgia over here and I were wondering is why we are out again
tonight?"

She'd steepled her hands and looked at the Russian questioningly.

"Last night, we captured enough product to set us all for life ... literally.
Even untrained, those boys will bring us a fortune at the forthcoming
auction."

Oksana's answering smile had not been a comforting one.

"Tonight, I will be teaching you about taking advantage of ... opportunity."

Turning in her seat, she'd raised both her glass and an elegantly arched brow
at the dark-haired boy who had been surreptitiously watching her every move.

He had immediately flushed and lowered his eyes.

The Russian woman had grinned like a hungry cat then.

"Now, you will watch and learn."

Oksana on the hunt. Tahni and Flora had listened carefully to her game plan
... and watched intently.

Both young women had been a little too casual about wrestling him down for
Oksana's tastes. She was disappointed in them for that.

Well, they were in the process of learning, the Russian mused to herself.
However, it was important

they learn that a target must NEVER be allowed to escape.

Still, they had the boy ... and since he wasn't part of any promised quota,
she would allow them to have some fun with him.

And teach them how to properly handle a captive at the same time.

****

The cargo area of the van had a backward-facing bench seat and a plushly
carpeted floor.

Two of Colin's abductors were comfortably seated there watching him intently.
They watched him much the way luxuriating felines watched their prey.

The helpless young man tried not to think about that. Instead, he contemplated
what he might need to do to escape this nuthouse.

He had quieted down and was taking in his surroundings. His conclusions were
more than a bit chilling.

There were multiple steel hitching points: heavy steel loops (like the one he
was chained to), welded onto the floor and poking up through the carpeting.

There were more such rings welded to both the walls and the ceiling of the van
... and cargo nets made of smooth-link chains hung from them.

The sight of them sent a thrill of fear down his spine.

They had done this before ... maybe many times before. That was the obvious,
frightening conclusion.

His green eyes were wide, filled with worry and anger at being treated in such
a manner.

The boy glanced up and his gaze was met by Flora's hard, hungry stare.

Then she and Tahni were both kneeling beside him ... an act that made him more
nervous than he cared to admit.

The curly-haired southern girl laid her warm hands on Colin's naked chest ...
rubbing him gently, giving him shivers.

He violently tried to yank himself away, but the chain around his waist left
him nowhere to go. He was panting. His body twitched and thrashed against its
bindings to no avail.

He wanted to shout at her, to tell her to get her fucking hands off of him ...

And he also wanted her to do more ... take him to the place his body seemed to
want to go.

Colin stared at her, meeting her wide, deceptively soft-looking blue eyes. He
was a little outraged that she would just help herself to him as if her were a
dessert or ... a new toy.

He was also ... powerfully aroused at the thought.

And now, her warm, little hands had found his nipples.

Tiny, tickling shocks seemed to pour from her fingertips to shoot right
through him.

"Mmm!"

Quite against his will, he gasped out loud, arching his back in reaction to
the rush of pleasure he felt.

It was a shock. It left him reeling. It changed the game.

No, he thought to himself, firmly ... it changed NOTHING. This crazy southern
bitch had fucking kidnapped him.

"Ahhh DO belieeeve," said the Georgia peach in an exaggerated version of her
accent.

"This boy is wearin' FAR too many garments."

He shook his head slowly, letting the disbelief show on his face. NO.

No, they were NOT going to do this to him. Just ... no.

"Oh, I heartily concur." Flora's English lilt was a cool contrast to Tahni's
warm, southern drawl.

The slender Asian-Brit produced a k-bar from the black bag she carried.

Colin froze completely at the sight of the knife, his heart pounding in his
chest like a drum.

"I ... " Flora continued.

"Would sit very still for this, were I you."

Eyeing the heavy blade, the young man nodded his reluctant acquiescence to her
command.

She cut through his jeans and his underwear with just a few, quick slices. He
tried not to whimper at the feel of it. The cold steel ran over the delicate
flesh that covered his hip bones, then down his thighs, exposing him to their
avaricious gaze.

There was a thought, deep within him, that being stripped in this manner was a
delicious, voluptuous experience.

By the expression on the beautiful British-Asian woman's face, she clearly
felt the same.

And now, to his humiliation, he was responding to their looking upon him. A
very noticeable part of him was standing at attention, excited by this. He was
responding to being exposed and helpless, his body touched, played with
against his will.

He could feel his cheeks flushing red.

He didn't even achieve a moment of relative freedom, as his captor cut through
the tape around his knees.

Tahni immediately replaced it with a band of cinched cotton rope ... then
repeated the process with his ankles.

The ends of her long, curly hair tickled his naked skin.

Colin began to struggle again.

It was too much ... being stripped and bound, then treated this way.

Not to mention stolen away to god-knew-where.

But he had no more time to ruminate on these things.

Flora had pulled him up into her lap. She held him there with one arm. The
other hand began to explore his chest and play with his sensitive nipples.

"Well ... aren't you a treat?" She whispered in his ear.

She held the bound and squirming young man in place as surely as the tethering
chain locked around his waist did. His useless attempts to pull away from her
amused the Englishwoman to no end.

And she was more than fairly certain that he was cursing her through his gag.

Really, it was rather silly of him.

You are enslaved, she thought to herself. Your acquiescence would serve you
far better than all of this pointless rebellion.

But she said not a word to their unwilling captive. There was a small, secret
smile on her face.

She chuckled and continued playing with their boy.

Confusion filled Colin's mind as Tahni's nimble fingers played lightly over
the tender skin of his thighs. His body was, clearly, very happy with this
arrangement. She massaged him, sparking off tingling sensations in his nerve
endings.

She though it was kind of funny, the way he tried to suppress his moans and
gasps of pleasure. He was pretty cute, though ... and some people liked
fighters.

The Georgia girl figured he'd sell quickly enough ... and there was fun to be
had in the meantime.

Like a cat, Tahni enjoyed playing with her catch.

She looked into his wide, green eyes and grinned at him.

Colin shook his head at the pretty southern woman.

No, he thought. You crazy bitch ... don't you fucking dare!

But she did. Her smooth, small, warm hand wrapped itself around his most
intimate possession.

A low, muffled whine welled up from deep within his throat. It felt amazing.

Her practiced touch moved up the hot, silky length of him, then gave him a
firm, gentle squeeze.

The shudder that ran up his spine made him gasp out loud. He tried to kick at
her with his bound feet.

It was useless, he thought, somewhat mournfully ... he really had no power
here.

The young man moaned deeply as pre-orgasmic tremor shot down through the
nerves of his defenseless frame.

He was making the realization that his will to fight drained away completely
when his kidnappers played with his body like this.

And they weren't about to cease playing their games ... with his unwilling and
forced participation somehow adding to their fun.

And maybe his, too.

By the time Oksana stopped the van, Colin was flying high on sensation ... his
body writhing and moaning uncontrollably.

He was jarred back to reality by the sound of the van door slamming open. He
opened a single green eye.

The Russian woman nearly laughed out loud at the annoyed expression on her
captive's face.

He did not seem able to quite grasp what his position here was, she mused.

She tossed a ring of keys to Flora, who unlocked the chain from around his
waist.

"Bring him." She commanded.

And the other two women followed her order.

The fact that they had been interrupted in the midst of such an amazing
experience had left their captive feeling a bit cranky.

They pulled him over to the edge of the van's floor. It was really too dark
for him to see where they were.

There, he sat face-to-face with the wicked, sultry red-haired woman who had
lured him out in the first place. In his heart of hearts, the young man placed
the blame for his capture squarely on her shoulders.

Not that she'd care. Her beautiful, grey eyes were cool, emotionless.

He was acutely aware of the fact he wore nothing but well-tied ropes and bands
of tape. His body was very effectively confined and completely exposed.

Whatever the crazy Cossack intended to do with him, he had no way of defending
himself from it.

There is a special place in hell for cock-blockers, Colin thought.

But none of that mattered at the present time, did it?

Tahni wheeled up a tall, steel dolly.

"Mmph!"

His cry of alarm and surprise amused Oksana to no end ... as she lifted her
newest acquisition up and set him on the wheeled mover.

He started to kick and struggle again ... violently. Flora and Tahni had to
hold him in place, as the

Russian strapped him in with black, rubber bungee cords.

They pressed into his naked flesh, down the entire length of his body. He
couldn't budge them.

Rendered completely immobile, Colin screamed through his gag in sheer
frustration.

He rolled his eyes over to the red-haired woman, hoping he was projecting the
searing frustration he so sincerely felt.

He genuinely hoped she did not know how afraid he was.

Her cold, grey gaze was filled with laughter as she tied a blindfold over the
boy's angry eyes.

"Warehouse him." Her tone was short and clipped.

"Separate quarters."

And Colin swallowed at Oksana's words, feeling his tightly bound body being
wheeled off to some unknown location.

****

Being hogtied was a very new experience.

Flora, the exotic Brit, had covered his mouth and nose with a black rag that
had been dipped in some sickly-sweet smelling drug.

The woman had known what she was doing. She had given him only enough to make
him weak and groggy ... enough to make him tractable, but not knock him out
completely.

In short, when she'd untied him, Colin had been unable to act upon that
briefly-felt freedom.

Nausea. He hadn't felt all that good.

"I ... feel a little sick." He'd said, honestly, when Tahni had removed his
gag.

The women had given him a couple of saltines and some ginger ale to drink.

"Well ... that is why I chose not to knock you out completely." Flora had
explained, as she'd bound the boy's unresisting arms behind him with black,
nylon ropes.

"Can you imagine what a mess it would have been if you'd thrown up behind your
gag?"

"They don't make a model with an airline-sickness bag attached?" Colin had
joked weakly.

Tahni had chuckled at his quip, though.

If she was human enough to laugh, he had thought, maybe she's human enough to
reason with.

He'd gasped a little as the beautiful Flora had forced his elbows together and
tied them into place. He had been unable to fight her ... and the thought of
being bound helplessly again had given him goosebumps.

Still, the moment had been a temporary reprieve. Next, he'd known, he would be
muzzled and unable to speak again.

Now might be his only chance.

"Look ... would you please tell me what I'm doing here?" He'd asked, quietly.

"I don't know any of you ... WHY would you do this to me?"

Tahni had pinched his nose shut and stuffed his mouth full before he had been
able to say another word. She had a long, thick, black scarf with a huge knot
tied in its center. She'd forced the knot between his teeth, pushing his head
forward, she had knotted his new gag tightly behind his head.

"You'll learn that soon enough, Sugar." The southerner had answered, giving
his naked rear a playful slap.

"Mmm ... "

Colin honestly wasn't sure if he'd been more upset that she'd denied him an
answer ... or that the smack to his ass had felt so freaking good.

He did know that the British-Asian woman had tied him inescapably.

His arms were lashed behind his back at the wrists and the elbows. Tightly
applied bands of rope crisscrossed his chest and forced his shoulders back.

He had been roped further at the ankles and the knees ... then his bound
ankles had been drawn up behind him, and anchored to the ropes between his
shoulder blades.

Anytime he moved ... and any WAY he moved, his ropes pressed into the
defenseless flesh of his naked body.

That was not the last thing they had done to him, however.

Flora's final touch had been to blindfold him again, and tie a wide, muffling
piece of cloth over his mouth and nose.

His entire face was now covered. He couldn't see a thing ... and it took
effort to breathe through the muffling layer of his gag.

The two kidnappers had left him alone, laying on a single bed in the small,
bare room.

Colin had swallowed nervously as he'd heard the door click shut.

It was one thing to be all tied up and gagged with the women there. Being left
alone, though, that made him kind of nervous.

I mean, what if something goes wrong, he thought.

The worst thing was, he still felt powerfully aroused, by the situation. And
every pull, every bit of struggling hammered the point home very nicely.

If a guy was into it, he could get turned on just by being tied up and
fighting his ropes ... maybe even feel a little high from it.

And Colin was seriously buzzing.

He struggled and was unable to stop himself from moaning.

It was sheer chance that he brushed up against the rough, wood wall; when he
did his head was suddenly VERY clear.

Colin was the sort of guy to take an opportunity when it presented itself.

It took him about ten minutes to work the loose nail out of the wall. It took
him even longer to use it to break through enough of the rope that he could
pull himself free.

But he did it.

He yanked off his blindfold and pulled the layers of his gag. The room was
only dimly lit, but he could see well enough. It felt kind of weird to be free
of his bindings.

And his ropes had left their marks in a pattern across his skin.

There was no clothing to be had, so he snagged the sheet from the mattress and
wrapped it around his waist. At least he wouldn't have to escape stark naked,
that was something.

Colin crept across the small room and pressed his ear to the door. He stepped
softly; the bare, concrete floor was cool against his feet.

He moved quickly after that.

Slipping out the door, he padded down the long, rough-looking hallway.

There were doors everywhere.

Despite his anxiousness to be free, he stopped to get his bearings.

"No clue which one leads out ... " he mused to himself, softly.

The likely candidate was probably the set of double doors he saw ahead, at the
end of the hall.

He moved as silently as he could. He was grateful as hell the doors didn't
creak much.

He pushed one open just enough to get through and stopped, feeling chilled to
his core.

"Warehouse him." Oksana had said.

He'd thought it was a weird way of saying "tie him up so he can't get away."
He'd thought that the

Russian woman had simply used an incorrect turn of phrase.

"This is fucked up." He mouthed the words silently.

There were at least twelve or thirteen other guys here ... naked and bound as
he, himself, had been.

They were of different types, but all had bodies that were in good shape.
Maybe they all had nice faces, too ... however, there was no way to tell at
the present time.

Every one of them had been muffled, gagged and blindfolded, their faces
completely wrapped. Most of them were laying on narrow mattresses in the same
type of effective hog tie that had so recently restrained his own body.

One of the young men had been bound, standing, up against a support pillar,
though. His head and upper body sagged forward as he slept.

Another poor guy had, clearly, raised one of their captors' ire.

And this one was wide awake.

He had been laid on the bare floor ... hog tied and bundled up so snugly that
he could barely twitch.

The tail of his long hair trailed along the floor. His ropes cut deeply into
his flesh as he tried to struggle anyway.

Traffickers. He'd been abducted by freaking traffickers.

For a moment, Colin was frozen in place, feeling sick to his stomach.

Get out! The thought jarred him back to reality.

Move, he said to himself. You can't get them all free, man ... but the police
can. Go ... NOW!

He tried. He tried to go quietly.

But the helpless boy on the floor heard him, and began to cry out into his
gag.

The piteous sound woke up the other captives. The room was soon filled with
muffled cries and the noise of desperate struggling.

Cursing, Colin slipped quickly through the open door and rushed down the
hallway ...

And straight into a furious Oksana ... who immediately knocked him down onto
his rear end.

She was wearing a low-cut leather cat suit, matching thigh high boots and an
expression of anger that had surely been born in some perilous underworld
chasm.

The look on her face made the man at her feet cringe.

"Tahni!" Her Russian accent gave a hard edge to her angry words.

"Flora! What is the meaning of this?"

It was hard not to feel sorry for them as they meekly came forward.

They, too, were provocatively dressed. Flora wore a pink, latex cat suit and
black thigh high boots like a second skin. Tahni simply wore a black leather
bra with her jeans and cowgirl boots.

Flora jumped on the boy. Before he was fully aware of what was happening, she
had his hands taped behind his back again. She wrenched his arms back and
started on the elbows.

"This again?" He joked weakly.

"Don't you ever get tired of the same routine?"

He was surprised to hear his captor chuckle softly.

Tahni came forward as the Asian woman was making short work of their escapee's
wildly kicking legs.

She had a familiar-looking nail in her hand.

"He ... we think he worried this out of the wall and used it work his way
free." Her quiet, Georgia voice, sounded shaky, unsure.

Flora had finished taping Colin's ankles together and pulled him to his feet.
She held him, carefully, all but cuddled up to the front of her body.

"Why ... why wasn't I stashed in there with the other guys?"

His voice was a worried whisper.

"You were special, Love." Flora answered in her soft, English lilt.

Her arms were gentle around him.

Oksana turned her fierce eyes to the recaptured boy the British woman had in
her imprisoning embrace. The possessive manner in which he was being held did
not escape her notice. The Russian's angry glare was enough to make Colin
cringe again.

The tall woman's gaze was searching, but the young man's wide, green eyes were
clear of guile.

"That is precisely what happened." A flat, hard statement.

"Tahni ... see to our merchandise. Calm them and prepare them.

The southerner practically scurried away from the angry redhead and into the
"warehouse" where the other prisoners awaited her.

Oksana turned back to where The Asian woman cradled the wide-eyed captive. Her
own gaze narrowed in contempt at the sight.

Her next words made Colin's stomach clench with fear.

"Punish him, Flora ... or I promise you, I will do so myself!"

The Russian woman turned on her heel stalked off.

"And when you are done, prepare him to be shown online with the others ... "

Before he could protest, Flora slapped an "X" of black duct tape over Colin's
mouth.

"Mmm!"

His breaths came fast and shallow. What would be done to him now?

"I bid." Flora said crisply, her voice ringing down the hallway.

Oksana stopped in her tracks. When she turned to face her cohort, her
expression was one of genuine astonishment.

Colin was astounded himself. And nervous.

He would have liked to have been able to crack a joke just now. I mean, a guy
didn't get sold every day, right?

Held firmly in the Asian woman's arms, he honestly wasn't sure what to think.

"He is nothing but trouble, foolish Brit. Still who knows how high a price he
would command." The Russian's words were practically a growl.

"What bid can you possibly give to me that would convince me not to put him up
on the block?"

"I will give you one third of my share of the profits made from auctioning our
other captures." Flora answered.

If Colin's jaw could have dropped, it would have.

Oksana raised an elegant eyebrow and considered the offer.

"Half." She countered.

Flora nodded.

"Half, then. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes, yes ... it is done. He is yours." The redhead turned to walk away.

"But get him out of my sight! Tahni and I will prepare the rest for auction.
You keep your

mischief-maker out of our hair."

****

He has been blindfolded, then half-dragged, half-carried into another room.

He knew it was different because there was a huge, king-sized bed within that
he was now laying upon.

At one point, Tahni had come into the room to help his new ... er ... owner.
Together they had wrestled him down and tied his naked body out in
spread-eagle position.

Bands of cotton rope had been tied onto both his wrists and his ankles, then
lashed out to the four corners of the bed. They had done an excellent job of
binding him. Frustratingly, there wasn't a single knot within his reach.

Colin had struggled furiously for what (seemed to him) a long time.

Finally acquiescing to the fact that he wasn't breaking free, he had lain
there panting ... and wondering why it felt so damn good to him to be bound
and helpless.

He was drifting when he felt the bed move.

Hi, Honey, he thought. How was your day?...Did you sell any nice people while
you were out?

Flora's long, lithe, naked body pressed down upon his. She smelled like lilies
and her flesh was warm and smooth against him.

"Mmm ... " He found it impossible not to groan out loud at the sensation.

Her soft, moist lips rained tiny kisses along his throat and down his chest.
Each kiss flared like a spark in the darkness behind his blindfold and sent
spinning tingles down the nerves of his defenseless form.

Her fingers and her mouth were doing funny things to him ... it was as if his
skin had been sleeping, and suddenly ... woken up! Colin realized he was
unconsciously fighting his bonds again.

And the sensation of restraint, of being held at this woman's mercy, was
adding to his pleasure. He flew higher with each frustrated yank of his
imprisoning ropes.

He could not speak; he couldn't move or see ... and he couldn't say "No."

All he was capable of doing was taking what she gave him and making small,
helpless noises through the tape across his lips.

When she actually took him, he almost bit his tongue.

She was so hot, so slick, so tight.

She fit him like a sheath fits a sword. And Colin was the happy swordsman.

The British woman knew what she was doing, too. She took her time. Her hips
swiveled, taking him from different angles.

When she squeezed him inside of her, he really DID see stars.

His head fell back, his body arched upward and his breath came out in one
long, desperate moan.

He heard her cry as she started to orgasm ... and the sound began to set him
off, too.

It started down at his toes, a wave of sensation that rode across his bound
frame as if his flesh were an ocean.

His entire body thrashed and spasmed ... and he felt his fluids spill out of
his Mistress and over them both.

Flora held Colin gently and close as he slowly calmed down and his breathing
came at a more normal rate.

He felt her carefully peeling the tape from his lips. When his kidnapper
kissed him, he didn't fight her

Not this time, he said to himself.

"Did you miss me?" She whispered, humor in her cultured, British voice.

He gave her a small smile.

"Actually ... I think I did."

~End~