Kate's Capture Ch. 04
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"I am wounded! You charge me so much, the whole first year is a loss," she sat up and lifted her sunglasses, "Now if you would go in with me on the business, perhaps we could come to a better deal. One that is more agreeable to both of us."
He shook his head, "Sorry, Solange. I know what type of deal would be agreeable to you, and it would have me at your feet."
She laughed and got to her feet in a fluid motion that had him watching appreciatively. He thought of how much he could get for her on the auction block and it was a pleasant thought.
She wrapped a sarong around her waist, covering up the long legs and slipped on the sandals that waited by her chaise lounge, "Let us go see what you have found for me."
The Captain led the way down the back path to the training building. It sat off from the main house, surrounded by a security gate. He punched in his code and held the gate open for her. Solange glided through like a queen.
Out of habit, he stopped at the attendant on duty and looked at the clipboard. He made a notation, glanced at the monitors and then unlocked the inner door. Solange stepped through with complete familiarity into the large square room.
The opposite wall was barred into four identical cells containing a raised concrete platform with a mattress and a prison style toilet. Heather and Missy had been each put in separate cells on opposite ends. The right wall had a shower area and two more cells without even the pitiful comforts of the other cells. On the left-hand wall hung a variety of whips, harnesses, gags and other implements as well as a chalkboard. The middle of the room held various pieces of equipment.
"Let me guess which one," Solange purred, watching both girls stir nervously at they entered. She walked to the first cage and examined Missy through the bars. "Mmm…no. I think not this one. She is too," she waved her hand searching for the word, "hungry. She would fuck the gardener I think."
Heels clicked on the cement floor as she approached the other end and Heather who sat on the mattress, her knees pulled up to her chin, trembling. Solange smiled deeply, her white teeth showing brightly against her dark skin.
"Bring her out. I want to see her better." She clapped her hands in delight "Oh! You have out done yourself. She looks so sweet. I think she will be quite in demand with both kinds of my clients."
The Captain unlocked the cell and brought Heather out. She wasn't struggling much, but pulling back nervously.
"Please, don't hurt me! Please!" She begged softly as tears began to roll down her face. Ignoring her cries, the Captain fastened Heather's hand's to the dangling leather cuffs attached to a wooden pole. Not being very tall, Heather had to stand on her tip-toes. Her body was stretched beautifully and the Captain and Solange could now see the gentle swell of her belly now that pronounced the early stage of her pregnancy.
Heather whimpered as Solange came closer and ran her hands over the soft swell of the naked girl's stomach, "Oh, how lovely. And doc's report?"
"His preliminary findings show she and the baby are in good health. Of course, if you wish, a full exam can be done," the Captain smiled.
Solange circled Heather like a hungry shark, trailing her hands over naked skin, delighting in the scared noises. She reached out and pinched a nipple, tugging on it until a drop of milk appeared. She bent over and licked it. Heather tried to twist away, but Solange dug her long fingernails into the soft breasts until Heather cried out and held still. Solange sucked and bit at the nipple with pleasure, listening to the gasps and moans of the helpless girl. When she lifted her head, she gave a cat-like grin to the captain.
"Yes, pending an acceptable medical report, I'll take her. I like how she suffers. I think I will make her my personal pet." Solange turned back to Heather and pinched the other nipple while she looked her in the eye, "Have you ever sucked a woman before, Little Catin?"
Scared and confused, Heather shook her head. Solagne slapped her face hard, "You answer me when I talk to you, Catin. You will call me Mistress."
Heather paled and whispered, "No, Mistress….no."
Leaning in close, Solange narrowed her eyes and smiled wickedly, "You will get used to it, my little Catin, I am a very needy woman."
Struggling not to sob, Heather blinked back tears, "Please, Mistress, my name is Heather, not Kathrine."
Stepping back and laughing, Solange gasped, "Oh, your stupidity is refreshing. Forget that you ever had a name, you stupid cow. Catin. Not Kathrine. Catin is the French word for Bitch. It is your new name." She turned to the Captain, "I have some of my old girl's things in my boat. I'll bring them by tomorrow if the report is good."
The Captain smiled, "I had asked Doc to do his full exam as soon as possible. You might have the results before dinner."
Solange gave Heather a predatory look that made the girl whimper, "In that case, I will send the items over and you can deliver her to me at dinner. That will give me all night to play with my toy."
Giving her a courteous nod, the Captain let her out of the training block. The Doctor passed her as he came in pushing a cart with various bits of equipment on it.
"She looks like that cat that swallowed the canary," he muttered as he set up the equipment on a table.
"She often looks that way when she gets a new toy." The Captain wandered, looking in on Missy, who looked a little less sure of herself now, having seen her sister almost sold off. She was in need of a shower and some grooming. He could see the dried cum on her body from where his men had made use of her earlier. Her hands were secured into fingerless mitts so she could not pleasure herself.
"Comfortable?" he asked politely.
"I am sure my father will pay as much for me as any of your buyers would," Missy sidled up to bars of her cell, "If you could contact him, I assure you—"
"No." The Captain said with finality. "Your sister is almost sold, and you will be, too. One of the men will be in later to clean you up. Your services will be needed after dinner. If you behave well, I might let you have an orgasm."
"You are a bastard!" Missy spat at him.
He grinned at her, "That is not behaving. No orgasm and no dinner, except what cum you get to swallow."
"Fuck you!" she yelled at him as he walked out of the training area. She banged her mitts against the bars and then screamed in frustration. She paced the small cell. The Captain was no good. Maybe if she got in good with one of his men, she could use him to get an opportunity to free herself. Her eyes narrowed in thought as she watched the Doctor secure her sister to the exam table.
Kate stirred on the bed, slowly waking. It took her a few moments to figure out where she was and what had happened. Rolling over, she could see from the light outside, that it was dark. She had also ascertained that she was alone in the room. Her fingers flew to the collar around her neck and began to search for a latch. Her fingers slid over it and the small paddle lock that held it closed. Not deterred, Kate began to test where the chain was attached to the headboard. A smile of delight danced over her face as the rose painted ceramic ball of the iron frame headboard unscrewed in her hand.
Ten minutes later, Kate crept down a hall with a sheet wrapped around her, the chain still dangling between her breasts. She could hear the Captain laughing and talking in another room with some other people. She headed away from that room. If she could get back to the boat, she could radio for help. The problem would be getting back to the boat.
Someone started down the hallway and Kate slipped into the nearest doorway. It appeared to be a guestroom. Damn! How was she going to get out of here? Then she suddenly felt incredibly stupid. She walked over to the sliding glass door and as quietly as possible slid it open and stepped out onto the moonlit deck. Her heart was beating so loudly, she was sure someone would hear it and come find her.
Looking over the railing and seeing nothing but sand, Kate jumped over, tripping and rolling in the fabric of the sheet. Voices were approaching and she crawled under the deck, trying to hold very still. The two men passed by, taking their time, talking about the whores they had visited over the weekend. She waited until she was sure they were well past before she moved again, running toward the water and the firmer sand.
Kate came over a rise and tripped over a couple necking, falling with a thud to the sand. She scrambled to her feet and looked at the couple, her eyes widening in horror. Paolo was starring right back at her. She bolted as he began to yell, "Loose Slave! Slave is loose!"
She could hear him scrambling to his feet behind her. Panicked, she dropped the sheet and full out ran. The cry "Loose Slave" was being echoed in the darkness. She darted between two buildings and then around another.
"She's around here somewhere," She could hear Paolo panting, "I'm down by the docks."
There was a crackle of radio and the static filled voice of the Captain, "Keep looking for her. I am coming down."
"Aye, Captain."
Damn! He had a radio on him. Kate slide along side the building feeling her hope dribbling away. If all of them had radios, what were her chances of getting to the ship's radio? She judged the distance to the next building and set of shadows and bolted for it.
"Over there!" a voice yelled.
No! She thought, her legs pumping hard in the sand, She was not going back as a slave! She was not going to be forced to kneel again! Someone reached out to grab her and she dodged, scampering up the gangplank to the ship. Her bare feet pounded on the deck as she raced for the radio. Her hands shaking, she grabbed the mike and pressed the key, "Mayday, Mayday! Help someone! I have been kidnapped! Someone help me! This is not a joke! Please someone help me!"
me!"
Strong hands grabbed her, pulled her away from the radio and threw her to the ground, knocking the air out of her.
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