A Wife Abducted · Part 2 (2/2)
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terested in at the moment."
And indeed it was Emily who became the centre of their attention. She was made stand in the centre of the floor and carefully bound with strips of cloth from a box they had brought with them. Her hands were tied behind her back and then her arms lashed firmly to her sides.
Next her legs bound above and below the knees and finally her ankles.
They went to great lengths to do this neatly, making sure there were no twists in the lashings. Emily began to look like a well wrapped mummy. She became increasingly agitated. Her glasses were taken off and tucked inside her blouse.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked. "What's going to happen to me." Her voice growing shrill with concern.
"You gag her," murmured the man to his companion. He then left the room. The woman produced a moistened prepared gag and forced it between Emily's trembling lips. The bound captive continued to mew loudly.
Meanwhile the man returned with a stretcher which he laid on the floor beside the helpless computer programmer. She was forced down, made lie on her back on it and secured tightly by four attached webbing straps.
This held her firmly despite her now desperate writhing and the muffled noises she was making.
"Hush, darling," the woman said softly, "There's nothing you can do. And if you don't keep quiet we'll have to quieten you with a needle. Then you'll miss the start of your journey to your new life."
Their captive firmly secured, the two picked up the stretcher and carried it out of the room. Evelyn, still tied up on the bed, watched through the open door as they took the bound Emily across a grassed area to a waiting jet aircraft she could just see about about fifty metres away. Two men in grey flying suits, obviously aircrew, helped lift her into the plane and then climbed in themselves and closed the hatchway. The man and woman walked a safe distance away and stood watching.
After a few minutes the jet's engines revved and it moved forward, out of Evelyn's line of vision. She could hear its motors increasing in volume as it made it's take off. Finally the noise began to fade as it became airborne and started its journey. The standing pair watched it out of sight then walked back to the room. Dawn was just breaking.
The woman re-entered the room and began to untie Evelyn. Who was by now very curious. She asked, not sure if she would get an answer, "Where is Emily being taken?"
Surprisingly, she got an offhand pleasant reply. "Middle East most likely. I'm not sure. We make a point of never knowing the final destinations. It's better that way. That plane'll go to an offshore island, refuel and then on to its final stopping place." She stood, smiled at the seated, and puzzled, Evelyn and said. "Ultimately, she'll go to some discreet place near an oil or finance complex over there. Where she'll be able to practise her trade with some state of the art equipment such as she'd never get here. Of course," she wryly continued, "She'll also be the personal property of some obscenely mega-rich magnate. But they're usually cultured, cultivated and well educated. They can afford to be with the money they've got." Her listener just looked at her.
"That, Evelyn," her captor continued, "Would have been your fate if your Harry had not been co-operative. There's quite a demand for attractive ladies trained in finance over there you may be surprised to learn. We'd have done quite well out of you. But, report has it, he's being very helpful. All going well, you two should be back together by this evening." She turned to go out and finally added, "But you'll be our guest in here for today." She pointed to a small one shelf bookcase between two of the beds. "There some reading matter if you're so inclined. Anyway, enjoy." She turned and walked out, locking the door behind her.
The shelf held about twenty books. Very surprisingly, one of them was by Freidrich Nietzsche. Evelyn, who was well read, wondered what the philosopher would have thought about this situation she found herself in.
At the end of the day the man and woman, both smiling, came in.
"You'll be pleased to know your Harry has done everything we asked of him and it's time to re-unite you both." Evelyn, bearing in mind the recent state of affairs between her husband and herself, wondered what really had happened but did not ask any questions. Just as Emily had been twelve hours before, she was positioned in the centre of the room and her arms securely bound with strips of cloth. The same care and neatness was shown but her legs were not tied, nor was she gagged.
Instead the winter cape she had worn when brought here was produced and neatly arranged over her shoulders.
Finally she was marched out of the room and placed again in the back seat of the grey sedan in which she had come here. It was parked near the door. The seatbelt was adjusted.
It was late afternoon and the sun about to set but still possible to see the surrounding countryside. This worried her captors. The fair haired woman seated herself beside Evelyn and produced a soft, chloroform soaked cloth. "We think it best you sleep for a few hours and so not have any idea of where you've been," she said and clamped it firmly over her fellow passenger's nose and mouth. The captive began to lose consciousness at once.
She did not revive until until the car was being parked in the driveway of her own home. Evelyn reflected she was back where she had started out from well over thirty hours before. It was now complete night and as she was hustled out of the vehicle she dimly noted by the street lighting that her own green compact was once again parked in the street as she herself had left it so long ago.
She was moved out of the car and hurried up the front steps, noting that that the porch light was on. Someone, at least, was home.
Through the front door, down the hall, Evelyn finally stood in her own lounge room and there she saw them.
First, Harry. Wearing a suit as if he had just returned from a business trip, he sat in the middle of the lounge suite. Limp, relaxed looking, his eyes closed, he sat with his head resting on the back of the lounge. He looked as if he had been drugged. Evelyn reflected on how much these people made use of anesthetics and drugs. She supposed they had to in the trade they were in.
"Good evening Evelyn." Then woman who long hours ago had taken her husband and impersonated her got up from a chair to one side. "As you can see I've brought Harry back to you, safe and sound. He's doped up now but he'll revive in an hour or so and he'll be able to untie you."
She moved an armchair and positioned it facing Harry with a few feet between.
"This looks the most comfortable chair," she said to the other two. "Put her down in it, so that she'll be the first thing he sees when he wakes up. Then tie her legs."
The pair did their by now usual neat job with the cloth strips on Evelyn's ankles and above and below the knees. The other woman watched. She was still wearing their captive's raincoat. They finished the job and the fair haired woman produced a gag and moved to put it in her mouth.
"I think, not yet," said the woman who had been her double for over a day. "Leave it over the back of the chair and go out to the car and wait for me there. I want to have a talk with Mrs Destaine. Then I'll gag her myself and come and join you." The two left the room.
"Well Evelyn," said her look-alike, thrusting both hands into the raincoat pockets, "It's been a long and interesting day. More than a day actually. I trust they treated you well in the country?"
Evelyn did not answer. She looked searchingly at her captor and then stared hard at Harry. Who was dead to the world.
"I see," smiled the woman, "You're more worried about your husband? Or, more particularly, what we got up to in bed last night, aren't you? Well," she continued happily, "That's as it should be. Despite the unfortunate state of affairs you two seem to be going through."
"Well then, to set your fretful mind at rest. Nothing happened at the Flag Motel. Oh, I stripped him and got him into bed alright. And I certainly would have fucked him, if it had been possible. But it wasn't. Perhaps he's not used to women like me. Perhaps he can only do it with you. Which, if so, is a compliment of sorts. He remained flaccid throughout. Nothing I could do would stiffen him up. And I am skilled, very skilled, I can assure you. I might also add he was very embarrassed and humiliated throughout it all."
"And so, realizing it was mission impossible, I decided, mischievous and malicious person that I am, to have a little fun with him. And perhaps even help him with his problem, whatever it was. And possibly even help you."
"First I tied him up. Oh, he didn't want me to do that, but I repeat, he's not used to women like me. He resisted at first but when he regained consciousness – don't ask how I put him out – his arms and wrists were securely bound. And from there I had some quite considerable amusement with him." She smiled throughout at this but it was a benevolent, even a kindly smile.
"For a start, I don't suppose you have any idea how sensitive the top side of his penis, just behind the glans, is?" Evelyn just stared, words were beyond her. The woman, evidently deciding a demonstration was worth a thousand words, unzipped Harry's fly and swiftly pulled down his underpants, exposing his member in all its glory.
"Here," she said, holding up the digit in one hand and pointing out the area concerned with a finger from the other. "He's extraordinarily responsive here. He spurted like a fountain within seconds. I'll bet you didn't know that," she added archly, "You should have, though. And he has a very copious ejaculation. Which I caught on a hand towel – these motels are very well equipped for adventurous lovers. And which I then smeared on his face." She paused to look at the dumbfounded Evelyn. "Which, I might add, he enjoyed, though he said nothing."
"But most of all," continued this obviously talented woman, "He loved being fellated." Evelyn, beyond words now, gaped and must have looked uncomprehending. "You know, sucked off. What the Americans call a 'blow job'." Evelyn stared. "I did him twice during the night and he absolutely loved it." She concluded, "After that, he'd have done anything for me."
After this recitation Evelyn was speechless. This woman seemed to have found out more about her husband in a few hours than she had learned in years. She continued, "You've never done that for him, have you? Never even thought about it, I'd say?"
Evelyn finally had something to say,"Well, no. Some friends of mine and I. We've talked about it occasionally. It's dirty, isn't it? Well, that's what they seemed to think."
"To hell with what other people think. It's what you and your partner enjoy that counts. And your hubby certainly enjoys it. It harms nobody and if a couple get something out of it, good luck to them." With this, she stood up, apparently thinking this unresponsive wife needed a practical demonstration. Without warning she hauled the neatly bound woman to her feet and placed her squarely in front of her seated sleeping husband. She was strong, there was no doubting that. One single backhand chop to the back of her legs brought Evelyn to her knees with her face few inches from Harry's exposed member.
Equally swiftly, a quick punch to her captive's midriff knocked the wind right out of her and forced her mouth wide open.
Then before the astonished Evelyn could close it, strong hands and arms seized her head and neck and forced her gaping lips firmly over Harry's genitals. Her face was further pushed hard into his groin and held there. His penis, limp and flaccid at present, was now completely inside his wife's mouth. They were in a position of fellation whether she liked it or not.
Her captor held her firmly in this position for several minutes. At the same time she whispered, her mouth close to Evelyn's ear, "See. The world hasn't ended. The sky hasn't fallen. It's not dirty at all. If he were awake and you were to carry it through to the end, he'd be the happiest man on earth." Was it possible that Harry was stirring?
He was due to revive soon.
Abruptly, the woman released her, pulled her back onto the armchair and reached for the gag.
"Well, time to silence you again. As to the rest of what your husband and I did yesterday, you'll find your assets somewhat depleted but nothing you can't replace in the end. As usual no one got physically hurt in the process. We all have to make a living."
Evelyn at last found her voice. And had something to say. "You and your friends, it would seem, make part of your living kidnapping women and shipping them out of the country, don't you? You call that not hurting people?"
The woman felt obliged to explain. "As a rule they're women skilled in some speciality. Skills which are in demand in the places they go to, which increases their value and makes it a very profitable business. They often end up in a better job situation than they were here. Admittedly they're sexual playthings too but a skilled woman can usually manipulate that to her own advantage."
She looked critically at her bound listener, "And, I might point out, there's always a demand for attractive women with investment skills in the Middle East oil world," she added, "People such as yourself. That's where you'd have gone if your husband hadn't been sensible. We'd have done quite well out of you." She smiled. "Not as much as we finally did anyway, but well enough." Oddly, Evelyn felt comforted. She had been a prisoner for more than a day, and to learn she was of some considerable worth, no matter where, did something for her ego.
Her captor continued. "Today was interesting indeed. Studying yours and Harry's business interests. Your association with the Aralsbach Combine for a start. Everyone in finance knows about their links with international drug cartels. How many people indirectly get hurt there?" She went on, "And just remember Evelyn dear, if we ever get caught, a few embarrassing facts, such as that, and others, might come to light."
"Well darling, time to go." She picked up the gag and made ready to fit it into the captive woman's mouth. "You can rescue this failing marriage of yours quite easily. Give him a blow job occasionally. Take his digit in your mouth and suck him off. He'll go easily I can assure you. And he'll adore you for it. And," she added, "While you're at it, don't forget his sensitive spot." She pointed to the part of Harry's exposed penis she had mentioned earlier. She turned, put down the gag, reached into Evelyn's handbag on the table and took out a handkerchief. Impishly she tied this around the dangling member, just above the place she had just mentioned. "Just so you, and he, will remember where it is." She smiled mischievously.
Evelyn looked at her. She did not trust herself to speak. Then she herself smiled faintly. A woman's smile that needed no words.
Swiftly, efficiently, the woman gagged her captive and then stood before her with her hands in the raincoat pockets. "One thing more. I'll take this coat with me. It brought me luck. While we were booking in at the motel yesterday, the receptionist said 'I'd always know you Mrs Destaine. You're the only lady who comes here wearing a belted trenchcoat.'" She bent down and kissed the bound Evelyn on the forehead. "Bye bye," she whispered, "And look after your husband. This marriage of yours can be saved."
Then she turned and was gone.
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