Kidnapped: The Taming of the Princess b***h

Chapter One A Little Kidnap Like most urban women, Paige possessed her share of street smarts; don’t reveal to strangers that you live alone, don’t take untried shortcuts through unfamiliar territory and stay away from lonely parking lots. This last one briefly crossed Paige’s mind as she locked the side door and waved goodbye to everyone else in their cars. But there wasn’t anything to worry about here, she’d crossed this parking lot alone dozens of times. Her insignificant, retail job wasn’t worth a second thought. And so, by extension, neither was the fifty feet to her car. Besides, it was well lit and directly under a bright lamp. She never made it. Another brightness glared at her. Bathed in sheer white, Paige’s eyes instinctively shut. An engine started and came right for her. Her defense training class kicked in, and she stuck her keys between her fingers. Whoever was coming for her was going to get cut. But such a strategy works only with a head on attack. Large, gloved hands clamped on Paige from behind. She whirled and managed one ineffective s***h at the air. Then the strong hands spun her back toward the lights. One hand on her wrist kept the keys away from anything solid, the other hand clamped over her mouth. A dark, windowless van screeched to a halt next to her and the side door slid open. Her captor let go of her wrist and picked her up by the waist. An ever-widening portal of darkness threatened to consume Paige. She grunted against the hand and fought for all she was worth. Goddammit! She was not going to be just another crime statistic! Paige spread her legs and managed to plant them wide on either side of the van door. Whoever was inside probably got a good look under her calf length skirt but Paige didn’t care. Escape now. Dignity later. “Shit.” This from the person holding her. A man. He tried to force Paige inside but her strong, runner’s legs stopped him. So he simply turned them both around and dragged her inside. Paige swung downward with the keys and struck thick, leather pants. The man fell backwards but didn’t let go. Paige may have won a small battle but probably lost the war. They were inside the van. The man rolled to the side with Paige still in his grasp. The door slammed shut. In the near darkness, the van driver joined the fray, straddling Paige’s small waist, forcing the keys from her hand. With a clang, they wound up in a corner. Paige’s teeth came into play, biting deep into the leather gloved hand. Take that, you bastard! The man cried out and pulled his hand away. Before Paige could scream, the driver shoved wadding inside her mouth until it overflowed. A rough cloth tied around her head held it in place. Wrists crossed. Ankles crossed. Rope quickly wrapped around both then connected to each other. No way to stand. A canvas hood was pulled over her head and tightened with laces in back from her crown to her neck. Paige twisted her wrists and ankles. No give at all. Panic flooded through her. She was really tied! It wasn’t the flimsy way her boyfriend, Robert, did it. This was tight! Any movement from her only constricted the cords. The hood threatened to cut off her air. No way out. Got to get out! Easy. Easy. You can still breathe. Air holes are right under your nostrils. In slowly, then out. Good. Calm. We’re calm. Now think. No room to move and forget about calling for help. All the way from her tied ankles to her hood-covered head and her warm p***y in the center of it all, she was really in it now! In spite of everything, she’d still love a c**k right now. Robert’s was big enough, but he just didn’t have the staying power. But the way she was tied, Paige figured she might as well just enjoy the ride. Yeah, right. The van stopped several times then maintained one long acceleration. They were on the freeway. A couple of lane changes over the raised dots on the road, and the van settled into an extended glide. Something occasionally creaked in the front of the van. After a while, Paige realized it was someone turning back in their seat to check on her. Like where was she going to go? The van slowed. The freeway was left behind and replaced with a more leisurely pace. They swung wide to the left then backed up. Someone got out, rolled open a heavy metal door, and the van traveled a few more feet. A rattle of chains and the large door slammed down with an echo. The side door slid open. Gloved hands returned and grabbed Paige’s legs then pulled her across the coarse van rug. Her shirt came loose and the resulting carpet burn on her stomach made Paige squeal. But if her pain mattered to her captors, they showed no sign. The pair of hands that had gagged and hooded Paige reentered the game. They lifted her, and dumped her face down on a sheet which had been placed over a cold floor. The air reeked of oil and rubber. Her feet were untied then placed side by side. Paige couldn’t do anything to stop them as the rope was wrapped then cinched between her ankles. Another cord in the same fashion went just above her knees. But her arms weren’t tied to her feet anymore. Jeans brushed against her exposed flesh. She gave an upward stab in the dark and her fingernails found something. Something soft. Paige squeezed with all her strength. “f**k!” It wasn’t balls that Paige grabbed, but a woman’s breast. “Ow! You b***h!” Paige’s hand was slapped away. Thin fingers went under her chin and lifted up her head. Paige’s neck bent back as far as it could. “Little smart ass.” “Forget it,” said the man. “Stick to the plan. Maybe you’ll get a chance at her later.” A pause then the woman’s hand suddenly released Paige. Like a spring, her head bobbed forward, and her chin grazed the concrete floor. They sat her up and tied more ropes across her chest, cinching them down until Paige feared they’d constrict her breathing. Her wrists were untied, re-crossed between her shoulder blades, and tied again. A separate rope, cinched to the ones wound about her upper body, kept Paige’s hands in their elevated, unnatural position. They sat her up against some lumpy, old tires, then the hood was loosened and torn away. Bright flashes and a camera clicking greeted Paige. It all happened so fast she didn’t have time to squeeze her eyes shut. Her long, dark hair fell over half her face but offered scant protection. Long after the flashes stopped, Paige was still effectively blinded. The man and woman, perhaps knowing this, calmly stood in front of her. “Did you get enough?” the woman asked. “Yeah, sure,” the man responded. “Just upload the photos. When they see her, we’ll get a call right away. Then we’ll make the drop.” Paige’s spotty vision cleared enough to see the man and woman turn away. The man went into an office while the woman exited to the right through a regular sized door, not quite closing it all the way. Outside a car engine started then faded away. Through a window set in the office wall, Paige saw the top of the man’s dark head as he sat at a desk. She tried to take stock of her predicament. Who were they? And what was this thing about a “drop”? She squeezed her eyes to get rid of the last few spots. All right, think. Forget about your soaked panties, maybe Robert can use the dildo and f**k your brains out later. Let’s see, one of the kidnappers is gone. The other one was nearby but not paying close attention. If she was going to make a break for it, now was the best time. Make a break. That was a laugh. The way Paige was tied left little hope about her getting free and dashing off. But even the best cage, or in this case, mechanic’s garage, had a weak spot. The door leading outside was still open just enough for her to see a sliver of black night. If she could just get through it, maybe she could roll herself down the alley to a street. Perhaps hide. That would really make her “kidnappers” s**t. The trick was in getting over there. The man still hadn’t come out to check on Paige. He seemed to lean forward, as if he were reading something. The longer Paige delayed the more likely he’d glance at her. The time to move was now. Paige rocked herself onto her side and flopped like a crippled seal toward the door. Grease spots soiled her clothes, soaked through to her skin, but that didn’t stop her. No, it was the phone suddenly ringing that made her freeze. Once, twice, the electronic bell went off. Paige held her breath. If the man looked up while answering, he’d discover she wasn’t in the spot where he’d left her. Don’t look up, please don’t look up! Thank heaven for small favors. The man just picked up the phone. “I’m surprised it took you this long to call,” he said in a familiar manner. “You like what you see, huh?...Yeah, we can arrange a pick up...” Good. Keep talking. Paige restarted her half-crawl, half-flop toward the door. Just keep talking. In the background, she still heard the one way conversation, even if she didn’t comprehend all of it. “What...tonight?! You want her now? Then consider the price doubled! That’s right, you heard me. Supply and demand! The higher your demand the higher my price. You don’t like it, take it up with the arbiter. Oh. Oh, I see. Well, that kind of changes things. Fine then. We’ll see you there.” Almost there. Just a couple more feet. Almost! Cold night air wafted over Paige but not from her opening the door. A pair of legs blocked her way. The tips of black boots pointed accusingly at her. “This isn’t very nice. Leaving without thanking your hosts is most impolite.” Paige looked up. Short, blonde hair. A thin, cruel smile. “Colin!” the woman called. “Get out here.” “Sheila, I’m on the phone.” Colin stuck his head out of the office. He took in the tableau before him. “Uh, I’ll call you back.” He tossed the phone over his shoulder and rushed out of the office. “How the hell did she get all the way over here?” Sheila demanded. “How would I know? I was on the phone. They’re going to pay double.” “Really? She must have some quality we don’t know about.” Sheila knelt down to Paige. “How about it, sweetheart? What’s so special about you?” Paige growled through her gag. “Still got some fight left? When I’m done with you, you little slut, you’ll wish you never tried to escape in the first place. Oh, I’m gonna love this!” They each hooked an arm under Paige’s own and dragged her to an engine hoist with a large chain that dangled from the center. Working together, they removed the ropes. Paige realized if there was a real chance of her getting away, it was now. But Colin held her arms tight behind her while Sheila buckled on a pair of leather wrist cuffs connected to a short chain then locked the chain to the engine hoist. Sheila pushed a button which brought Paige’s wrists up, up, then up some more. Paige protested behind her gag. Soon, her arms were nearly straight above her. Bent double, the strain on her shoulders threatened to make her pass out. Something long, thin, and sharp passed in front of Paige. “Let me help you out of those dirty rags, my love.” Sheila turned the knife back and forth, its flat, shiny edge flashed. Paige screamed behind her gag. Sheila gave a short laugh then set to work. The knife cut its way up from the bottom to the top button. It traveled along both sleeves, reducing Paige’s red blouse to tatters. Colin ripped it away. It fell in a greasy corner, now truly only a dirty rag. “Now, what about these?” Sheila touched the knife between Paige’s breasts. It lightly traced along her lacy, white bra. Paige held her breath. “What’s the matter, my love?” Sheila said sweetly, deliberately mistaking Paige’s alarm for modesty. “After all, it’s not like we haven’t seen any before.” The knife slashed through the thin fabric of the bra. Paige’s breasts now hung suspended much like herself.