Gemma

Chapter One-2

His grin grew wider and Gemma wriggled ineffectually, whining in vain protest as he took a long piece of black nylon rope from his desk and knotted one end to her bound ankles. Casually, he passed the other end under her naked buttocks and through between her clamped-together forearms, then pulled. Gemma squealed into her gag as her knees bent, but was unable to prevent her bound arms being dragged down until her clawing fingers touched the carpet behind her and her back hollowed in a deep curve, her belly and breasts arched in a tensioned bow, immobilized and horrifyingly vulnerable.

Mike tied the final knot then came and squatted on his heels in front of her smiling gently while he reached out. Gemma whimpered and heaved despairingly at her ruthless bondage as his fingers caressed her up thrust breasts, sending massive waves of irresistible arousal through her body as her n*****s quivered and grew harder in helpless response to his touch.

“Good!” he whispered softly, “They’ll like that.”

Gemma shuddered, in passion and a terrible fear. They? He said they would like her frantic responses? What did he mean? Who were they?

Mike read the fear and anguish in Gemma’s dark, staring eyes and his face softened.

“I’m so sorry, Gemma,” he told her gently, “but you know how much the business needs the money and you did tell me that you’d do absolutely anything to save the company. You asked me earlier how I’d managed to get Roxwell to finance us and you remember I told you I’d offered him a deal he couldn’t refuse? Well, the company has one asset he really wanted, so I had to negotiate. We needed ten grand, so I stuck out for fifteen and we settled on twelve. The company’s saved, but I had to agree to his terms. I hated to do it, Gemma, but you were the asset he wanted and he wouldn’t settle for anything else. He wants you, honey, that’s why you’re here and it’s why you’re all tied up the way you are. I had no choice.”

Gemma stared up at her partner, her lover, and a chill of sheer stark terror turned the blood in her veins to ice-water. It could not be! It must be impossible ... and yet, Mike was absolutely serious.

As the truly horrifying implications of his words sank into Gemma’s reeling brain, the tightly-bound brunette wrenched at her implacable bonds, her shrill screams of fear and disbelief leaking past the ball-gag wedged so deeply between her jaws, her muscles straining wildly and in vain at the tight web of straps enmeshing her naked body.

Mike’s hand brushed her bulging cheek, but Gemma jerked her head away and his eyes narrowed angrily.

“You don’t understand. I had to do it. It was the only way to save the business. I saw a chance to keep the company going and I took it. Roxwell had me over a barrel and he knew it. If I hadn’t agreed to his terms, he would have closed us down. I had to do it, dammit. I had no choice.”

His eyes softened again and he stared deep into Gemma’s tear-streaked face.

“I really am sorry, Gemma,” he whispered, “I love you, but I had to do it. I have to go now, but your handlers will be here soon and they’ll take you where you have to go. Don’t think too badly of me, eh? You know I had to have that money. So long, honey, be brave and just do what they tell you and you’ll be fine. Really, you will. If there had been any other way ... but there wasn’t.”

Mike gave a heavy sigh and got to his feet and Gemma stared beseechingly at him as he turned and went to the door, her brain numb with the horror of her situation. A horror which grew deeper and more awful as the door closed behind him and she was left alone. Alone, to scream and moan into her gag; to weep and writhe and fight vainly against his expert and ruthless bondage, until, exhausted, terrified and still tightly bound, she was forced to accept that she was not going to get free without help.

Utterly defenseless, her naked body hopelessly vulnerable in the grip of a multiplicity of strong leather straps which loosened not an inch despite her most frantic and strenuous efforts, Gemma shrieked her despair and horror into the gag as the door to her prison eventually opened to reveal the handlers Mike had promised would come for her. There were three of them; two women and one man; complete strangers. All were dressed in black overalls and clearly expert in the handling and securing transportation of unwilling captives.

Silent and unsmiling, the woman buckled a thick blindfold over Gemma’s frightened eyes then they rolled her writhing, struggling body onto some sort of trolley and wheeled her from the cottage to a waiting van. Six strong hands lifted Gemma and laid her in the rear then adjustable webbing straps secured her, still helplessly bound in Mike’s original bondage, for her journey.

Weeping and screaming, Gemma felt and heard the engine start and realized that she was on her way to the man to whom Mike, her erstwhile partner and lover, had sold her. She was on her way to a future she dared not contemplate and which she could not escape. Part of her brain told her that this could not be happening to her. It was simply not possible for her to be sold like a piece of merchandise or office equipment, but the bonds on her limbs, the gag in her mouth and the swaying of the van in which she was held captive could not be denied or ignored. Gemma wept into the thick blindfold sealing her eyes as she was forced to accept that the sheer unthinkable had actually happened.

Gemma’s mind raced wildly as she tried to come to terms with her situation. Roxwell was a businessman, dammit. Surely he would never be involved in anything like this? It was nothing less than kidnapping and completely against the law. He and Mike and anyone else involved in something like this would go to jail. It had to be Mike’s idea of a joke ... some sort of stupid game he was playing with her. After all, Gemma reasoned, trying to fight down the terror threatening to overwhelm her, she was a partner in the company and Mike had no right to make deals without her agreement.

Especially a deal like this one.

The van braked to a halt and Gemma trembled wildly as the doors swung open, then banged shut and the van began to move once more. The heavy blindfold was taken from Gemma’s eyes and while she adjusted to the dim light of a single fitting in the metal roof above, she gave a breathy squeal of abject despair, her limbs tensing vainly against her bonds when she saw and recognized the tall, angular figure standing over her naked body.

“Good evening, Miss Longton.”

Roxwell’s calm greeting contrasted starkly with the smile playing on his thin lips and Gemma screamed in awful anguish as the truth crashed into her reeling brain. Mike was not playing a practical joke on her and she really had been sold to Roxwell! As the millionaire’s eyes glittered with suppressed desire, Gemma shrieked for help and fought her bonds madly in efforts to tear free from the leather straps pinioning her and cover her shamefully exposed nudity from his hot gaze.

Roxwell watched her futile struggles impassively, his face unreadable until Gemma at last grew tired and her furious exertions diminished, then he nodded slowly.

“As I suspected,” he said softly. “It would appear that Mr. Bowyer has not been entirely honest with either of us, my dear.”

Gemma’s bulging, frightened eyes fixed on his calm face, her nostrils flaring as she sucked in great gasps of air.

“He led me to believe that you were a willing participant in our little deal, Gemma. That you had agreed to my terms in return for my assistance in financing your company’s short-term difficulties. I take it that that was not the case?”

Gemma threw her head from side-to-side, her eyes filled with horrified anger at the duplicity of her business partner. Roxwell nodded again.

“I see,” he said heavily. “That is most unfortunate, Miss Longton. You see, I have already transferred the agreed sum from my bank into the account of your company.” He paused, as if considering what to do and Gemma panted, her eyes wide as the millionaire rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“It would, of course, be possible for me to have the transaction rescinded,” he said at last, “but my word has always been my bond and I have agreed to your partner’s deal.” His cold grey eyes stared down into Gemma’s gagged face and the brunette gave a great shudder of despair as he continued, “In my book, a deal is a deal, my dear. Which means that I shall hold Mr. Bowyer to the terms we agreed. Both Mr. Bowyer and, I am afraid, you, Gemma. As I am sure you know, the legal position is that the terms entered into by one director of a jointly-held company are deemed to have been agreed by all directors even if, as in this case, you were completely unaware of the agreement.”

Gemma gaped up at the tall man standing over her and her belly gave a massive lurch. Legally, she knew Roxwell was correct, but surely he could not mean to hold her to an agreement she did not know about? It was certainly illegal, morally unacceptable and completely unenforceable in any court in the land. Roxwell correctly interpreted the emotions flitting over Emma’s face and gave a brief bark of mirthless laughter.

“Oh yes,” he chuckled, “I know what you’re thinking, my dear, and you are quite correct. There is no way such an agreement can be held to bind you. Mr. Bowyer had no right to enter into such a deal ... but he did, and I accepted the deal he offered. The agreement cannot bind you, Gemma; however you are not bound by an agreement, but by leather straps; straps which will continue to bind you for as long as I choose.”

The icy chill in Gemma’s belly spread to grip her entire body in a numb cocoon and she fought to not give in to blind panic as the horrifying implications of his words sank into her brain. He was not going to let her go and intended to hold her to whatever deal he had come to with Mike whatever the deal was and whatever her unknown part in it might be. Roxwell mistook Gemma’s frozen shock for acquiescence and he smiled.

“Good, Gemma. If you continue to behave and not fight I’m sure you won’t have any trouble settling in as my bondage slave.”

The news of her fate exploded like a bomb in Gemma’s mind and the dimly-lit interior of the speeding van filled with muffled screams of horror and snorting gasps of exertion as Gemma wrenched and jerked at the implacable leather and webbing holding her a prisoner. Roxwell’s thin face darkened in a frown of annoyance as Gemma fought to escape and she whimpered helplessly as his fingers clamped her jaw and she was forced to stare up at him.

“Keep still,” he hissed, warningly, “and stop whining. You don’t seem to understand yet. I own you. I paid good money for you as a bondage slave and you had better learn to obey. If you don’t, you’ll suffer. The deal was that I would pay twelve thousand into your company and, in return you would be mine for a year. Bowyer agreed, and you, no matter how much you fight or protest, are going to honor the deal. Twelve months. One whole year to pay your debt, and pay it you will, make no mistake about that.”

He released Gemma’s jaw and the trembling brunette wept in black despair as she faced the nightmare prospect of spending a whole twelve months as a captive. His long fingers darted to her tautly-presented and defenseless breasts and Gemma squealed in shock and outrage when her n*****s were captured then rolled and squeezed, but, despite her most frantic attempts to evade the unwanted stimulation, the twin, coffee-brown buds quickly responded to Roxwell’s touch.

With her legs held open by her bondage, Gemma was an easy target for her purchaser’s desires and her helpless body juddered and writhed in s****l arousal even as she wept and screamed her vain protests against the fingers which invaded and explored her. Soon, her naked flesh ran with sweat, leaping to his touch as her arousal exploded and overcame the despairing resistance of her brain. Judging the moment to perfection, Roxwell sat back, taking his hands from her quivering body and leaving his helpless victim teetering on the brink of her climax.