Cat moaned softly, traces of a pungent smell filling her nostrils. Chloroform her mind whispered as she came to. She sat up carefully, her eyes opening to thin little slits. As her head started to throb, she raised her hands to her temples and rubbed them, her eyes closing once more. Soon, the pain subsided and she opened her eyes, sitting up to carefully search the room for any attackers. Seeing she was truly alone, she looked down and groaned. Whoever had kidnapped her had also taken every stitch of clothing she had on, from her tool belt to her underwear to even the gold hoops her mother had given her for her twelfth birthday.
She shivered and stood up carefully, grasping one of the bedposts for support. Slowly, she made her way to the mirror and stood before it, inspecting her body. There were some bruises on her arms and legs, even a few on her ribs, but she didn't seem to be worse for the wear. Heaving a sigh of relief, she walked over to the closet and opened the doors, searching for something to cover her body.
Most of the clothing in the closet revealed more than it concealed, its contents consisting of teddies, negligées and other types of lingerie. Thankfully, though, there were a few pairs of short shorts and some cropped shirts. She yanked them out and searched the drawers of a dresser next to the closet, discovering nothing but lacy, impractical bikini underwear and thongs. No bras. Cat grabbed a thong and pulled it up her legs to settle low on her hips, wishing the entire time that it was really a pair of boxers, her underwear of choice.
Just as she had finished pulling down the shirt, the door unlocked with a CLICK! Cat jumped up, startled, and fell automatically into a fighting stance. Slowly, the door creaked open and in peeked the head of a young girl, no older than 16 with an angelic baby face. Blonde waves tumbled around her face, falling in the way of bluish-gray eyes.
Cat straightened as the girl stepped in cautiously and closed the door behind her. She smiled wryly and murmured, "You're awake. Hi, I'm Bethany. Welcome to hell."
"I'm Cat," she replied as her eyes scanned the girl. "Where are we?"
Bethany shrugged. "I don't know exactly. We're not allowed outside. But my guess is somewhere in the Middle East. They sound like they're speaking Arabic, anyway."
Cat nodded, storing away the information for later use. Her eyes drifted over Bethany's attire, a pleated plaid skirt, a white blouse, a light, burgundy jacket and a black. collar? A slender black collar was wrapped around her neck, with a small black box one the side. Upon closer inspection, she saw a keyhole in it. "What's that around your neck?"
Bethany nodded. "Thought you'd notice it. It's a tracker with a stun mechanism. This way they can keep us under control. You're wearing one too. Didn't you notice?"
Cat's hand flew to her throat. Yup. There it was. A strong nylon collar with a small plastic box on it. She hadn't noticed it until now. She carefully explored it with her fingertips until the blonde said, "It won't come off. You need the remote or the key to unlock it. If you try to pick the lock, you'll get shocked. Bad. You get shocked for disobeying, too. Wouldn't get me to do this otherwise."
"Do what?"
Bethany stared at her. "You really ARE green. You've been placed in a prostitution ring, hon. All of us are whores. The guys get us customers, we lay 'em, they pay 'em and we get food, clothing, shelter and stuff."
Cat's eyes widened like an anime character's "WHAT?!"
Bethany nodded, "You sound like me when I first got here 2 years ago. I was 14. I guess you've never done this before."
"You think?"
Bethany opened her mouth to reply when a fat, muscular, Middle Eastern man stepped in the room.
"Get out," he growled at Bethany in heavily accented English
She paled and eeped, running out of the room like a bat out of hell and leaving Cat alone in the room with the man. Cat looked up at the man with a mixture of fear and rebellion.
"Stand up," he commanded harshly, his thick guttural accent coloring his speech. Cat stared up at him from the bed, not moving.
Don't let him know you're afraid, Cat. Hide it behind the mask. You act afraid, you give him power over you. Don't give it to him.
The fat man shook his head and muttered. "They always play tough," he murmured as he pulled out the remote and pressed a button before Cat could react.
Electricity and pain shot up and down Cat's spine. She screamed and fell to the side as her fingers clawed desperately at the collar, trying to stop the pain. And then, just as suddenly as it came, the pain stopped.
Cat lay on the bed for a moment, catching her breath and stilling her pounding heart. When they had both steadied somewhat, she sat up and stared at her captor, allowing some of her fear to show.
"Stand up," the man growled once more.
Cat stood, clasping her hands in front of her demurely as she bit her lip.
"Take off your shirt."
Cat looked up, startled. "Excuse me?" she whispered.
The man grunted. "Now."
Cat pulled off the shirt and placed it on the bed neatly before crossing her arms over her chest and shivering. "It's cold."
"Remove your arms."
She took a deep breath and lowered her arms, revealing her naked breasts, tipped with cold-hardened nipples.
"Now take off the shorts."
Cat slowly unbuttoned the shorts and slid them down her legs, kicking them to the side. She once again clasped her arms in front of her, hoping that this would be done soon.
"The underwear."
"WHAT?! No! NO!" she shouted just before the collar shocked her once more.
Cat screamed until the pain disappeared, collapsing in a heap on the floor. Her heart pounded in a tattoo as she pulled herself up and stared at the man, her eyes fully revealing the fear she felt.
"The underwear. Now."
Watching him cautiously, she slipped the scrap of material off her hips to lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. The man stood up and strode over to her, moving quickly for a man his size. He roughly spread her legs and thrust harsh fingers into her vagina, tearing delicate tissue and ripping an agonized gasp from her lips. Cat flinched away, trying to pull the fingers out of her, but he merely laughed and grabbed her arm, throwing her onto the bed and following her...
*****
She shivered and stood up carefully, grasping one of the bedposts for support. Slowly, she made her way to the mirror and stood before it, inspecting her body. There were some bruises on her arms and legs, even a few on her ribs, but she didn't seem to be worse for the wear. Heaving a sigh of relief, she walked over to the closet and opened the doors, searching for something to cover her body.
Most of the clothing in the closet revealed more than it concealed, its contents consisting of teddies, negligées and other types of lingerie. Thankfully, though, there were a few pairs of short shorts and some cropped shirts. She yanked them out and searched the drawers of a dresser next to the closet, discovering nothing but lacy, impractical bikini underwear and thongs. No bras. Cat grabbed a thong and pulled it up her legs to settle low on her hips, wishing the entire time that it was really a pair of boxers, her underwear of choice.
Just as she had finished pulling down the shirt, the door unlocked with a CLICK! Cat jumped up, startled, and fell automatically into a fighting stance. Slowly, the door creaked open and in peeked the head of a young girl, no older than 16 with an angelic baby face. Blonde waves tumbled around her face, falling in the way of bluish-gray eyes.
Cat straightened as the girl stepped in cautiously and closed the door behind her. She smiled wryly and murmured, "You're awake. Hi, I'm Bethany. Welcome to hell."
"I'm Cat," she replied as her eyes scanned the girl. "Where are we?"
Bethany shrugged. "I don't know exactly. We're not allowed outside. But my guess is somewhere in the Middle East. They sound like they're speaking Arabic, anyway."
Cat nodded, storing away the information for later use. Her eyes drifted over Bethany's attire, a pleated plaid skirt, a white blouse, a light, burgundy jacket and a black. collar? A slender black collar was wrapped around her neck, with a small black box one the side. Upon closer inspection, she saw a keyhole in it. "What's that around your neck?"
Bethany nodded. "Thought you'd notice it. It's a tracker with a stun mechanism. This way they can keep us under control. You're wearing one too. Didn't you notice?"
Cat's hand flew to her throat. Yup. There it was. A strong nylon collar with a small plastic box on it. She hadn't noticed it until now. She carefully explored it with her fingertips until the blonde said, "It won't come off. You need the remote or the key to unlock it. If you try to pick the lock, you'll get shocked. Bad. You get shocked for disobeying, too. Wouldn't get me to do this otherwise."
"Do what?"
Bethany stared at her. "You really ARE green. You've been placed in a prostitution ring, hon. All of us are whores. The guys get us customers, we lay 'em, they pay 'em and we get food, clothing, shelter and stuff."
Cat's eyes widened like an anime character's "WHAT?!"
Bethany nodded, "You sound like me when I first got here 2 years ago. I was 14. I guess you've never done this before."
"You think?"
Bethany opened her mouth to reply when a fat, muscular, Middle Eastern man stepped in the room.
"Get out," he growled at Bethany in heavily accented English
She paled and eeped, running out of the room like a bat out of hell and leaving Cat alone in the room with the man. Cat looked up at the man with a mixture of fear and rebellion.
"Stand up," he commanded harshly, his thick guttural accent coloring his speech. Cat stared up at him from the bed, not moving.
Don't let him know you're afraid, Cat. Hide it behind the mask. You act afraid, you give him power over you. Don't give it to him.
The fat man shook his head and muttered. "They always play tough," he murmured as he pulled out the remote and pressed a button before Cat could react.
Electricity and pain shot up and down Cat's spine. She screamed and fell to the side as her fingers clawed desperately at the collar, trying to stop the pain. And then, just as suddenly as it came, the pain stopped.
Cat lay on the bed for a moment, catching her breath and stilling her pounding heart. When they had both steadied somewhat, she sat up and stared at her captor, allowing some of her fear to show.
"Stand up," the man growled once more.
Cat stood, clasping her hands in front of her demurely as she bit her lip.
"Take off your shirt."
Cat looked up, startled. "Excuse me?" she whispered.
The man grunted. "Now."
Cat pulled off the shirt and placed it on the bed neatly before crossing her arms over her chest and shivering. "It's cold."
"Remove your arms."
She took a deep breath and lowered her arms, revealing her naked breasts, tipped with cold-hardened nipples.
"Now take off the shorts."
Cat slowly unbuttoned the shorts and slid them down her legs, kicking them to the side. She once again clasped her arms in front of her, hoping that this would be done soon.
"The underwear."
"WHAT?! No! NO!" she shouted just before the collar shocked her once more.
Cat screamed until the pain disappeared, collapsing in a heap on the floor. Her heart pounded in a tattoo as she pulled herself up and stared at the man, her eyes fully revealing the fear she felt.
"The underwear. Now."
Watching him cautiously, she slipped the scrap of material off her hips to lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. The man stood up and strode over to her, moving quickly for a man his size. He roughly spread her legs and thrust harsh fingers into her vagina, tearing delicate tissue and ripping an agonized gasp from her lips. Cat flinched away, trying to pull the fingers out of her, but he merely laughed and grabbed her arm, throwing her onto the bed and following her...
*****