Murder in the Forest, Chapter 18
Remember...this is a Mature Rated fic...
Courtney Cassidy heard the door open and in a moment, a handcuffed Melissa was led down the stairs and locked in her cell. She looked frightened and ashamed, thought Courtney, hoping their captors weren't about to do to her whatever things Melissa had just endured.
The smaller kidnapper smacked Melissa on the rear and pushed her into the cage. "Your hands can stay locked behind you until we come for you later, dolly," he sneered. "And I suggest that you think how to improve stripping for us. Keep the undies on until you get told to remove them later. You look good in them, and you need to think how best to remove them when told."
He looked at Courtney. "Hey, hot stuff: you'd better start thinking of how to take off a bra and panties and look good doing it. In about an hour, we'll come get you and little Sweetie here and both you girls will get a chance to perform. Whichever of you strips best gets to sleep in her cell tonight with blankets and gets some chocolate and fruit. The other has to sleep on just a bare mattress and has to spend an hour or more in the pillory while we play with her before she gets to go to bed. Melissa, baby, tell your cute pal what you did wrong to feel that stick and maybe she can avoid goofing up like you did. Remember, you showgirls are expected to train well and be as perfect as possible. If not, and if we see that you aren't trying hard to please, you'll be punished. Tomorrow, there'll be a blow job contest and the winner gets a walk outside and we'll tether her to a pole on the lawn and let her get some sun. The other chick has to clean the house and dance for us. Try hard, girls. When you've been trained, things will ease off a little, provided that you don't get sloppy. I'm gonna go eat and watch a TV show. I'll be back and both of you girls had better be eager to please. Melissa, come here."
And when the young blonde approached the fence, he had her turn and lift her chained wrists slightly and played with her posterior, running his hands over it with evident relish. He ran his hand down the elastic waistband to her pale purple bikini panties and smirked as he fondled the frightened girl.
"Honey, you got one of the best bottoms any broad ever grew. Nice and tight and rounded just right. Just remember to shake it right when you dance and swing it a little more, and you'll have a fantastic walk. Ta, ladies. I'll see you in an hour or so." He shut the gate to Melissa's cell and locked it.
"Hey, wait," called Courtney. "I mean, please, master? When are we going to be fed? It's after six PM." There was a clock on a wall of the basement where they were confined. Courtney wondered if she'd ever see her own watch again, and it was a nice one, a TAG-Heuer ladies' sport model received as a high school graduation gift.
The cruel captor gazed thoughtfully at her, his brown eyes hard behind the hood. "If you do what's expected of you later, you can eat then. And it'll be a good meal for both of you. If we don't think you did well enough, you may go to bed hungry. Bye for now, sluts. "
He went up the stairs and the girls heard the door shut and the key turn in the lock. .
Courtney went at once to the fence separating the cells and asked quietly what had happened to her friend.
Melissa blushed scarlet and confided that she had been forced to put her hands on her head and prance around the room in circles as the men watched. "But I didn't lift my knees high enough on one circuit, and that bastard who was just down here hit me several times with a stick that looks like a thinner version of those wooden pointers that some teachers use in school. Damn, Courtney, that stings! If they make you prance, do it for all you're worth. They made me dance more, too, and they filmed it. They seem to really like seeing us do that. Why don't they just go to clubs and gawk at girls like other guys do?"
Courtney laughed. "I think they prefer naked dancers who look scared and move better than 90 % of the girls in clubs can. You're terrific, by the way. Even I like seeing you dance. If you don't get to be an actress, maybe you can dance in rock videos or something. You deserve a better place to perform than where I work. But if you ever need a job, they'd hire you at the Boobalicious in a heartbeat. You're totally hot. Does your mom know that you can wiggle like that bit where you really swung your tail and wriggled like something in a sailor's dream? I almost wished that I was a guy, so I'd enjoy it even more! Man, that was downright dirty! Or, totally hot, however you think of it."
Melissa laughed, blushed, and thanked Courtney for the compliment. "It was kind of fun to do and see their reaction. Guys like to see me move, I know. I got chewed out a couple of times for being too sexy in practice in the school talent rehearsals. The teacher told me to tone it down so the vice squad and the PTA mothers wouldn't come after us. But she was amused, too, I think".
"Are they going to give me some lingerie, too? He said something about a stripping contest. You've got that pretty lilac push-up bra and those cute panties. I like the way they did the lace on those. I'm as naked as a jaybird...except for these chains! Did they say what we have to do? Is it just taking off our underwear and doing it sexy, or what?" Courtney was apprehensive and she wanted to win that contest, although feeling sorry for Melissa if she did. She had grown to like the other girl and her wry humor and dry observations.
"Yeah," agreed Melisa. "I saw them lay out a black bra and panties for you. I think it's the same set that you wore when they filmed us for the phones. You look really good in them. Anyway, we have to stand with one knee out a little and reach back with both hands and unhook the bra while trying to look shy and submissive and very feminine. Look down some and then glance up a little and try to look embarrassed but proud and sensual. I didn't write this stuff, but they had me do it several times and explained what they wanted, and I was told to tell you. I had to practice in a mirror. I almost had to come down here and demonstrate, but they decided to leave my cuffs on and have me do a demo later, when we get back up there. Each of us gets to do five practice strips and then we have to do it for record or whatever, while they film us. They do like to take pictures! I had to pose for some stills, too, mostly while naked. Guess it's good practice in case we ever want to pose for, "Playboy". Some guys in my drama class told me to do that. Said I'd sell a lot of magazines. Do you think I have what it takes to be a centerfold, and should I? I mean, it might help my career or may hurt it. I don't know which."
Courtney thought and told Melissa that she was very pretty and that she could indeed be a centerfold, judging from those girls whose poses she'd seen in her father's and various boyfriends' copies of the magazine. "You probably have a shot at being Playmate of the Year, and they get paid a lot and may get a car. I forget whether they still get a car. But the loot would let you live for awhile as you look for acting jobs and you could model for them at car shows and personal appearances and stuff like that. I've thought of it, myself.
"Back to the bad guys, did they tell you anything else important? Like, are we still going to be released if our families can raise at least $100,000 each?"
Melissa looked down and said that they had discussed that. "They told me to expect to be here as a slave for maybe four to five years if we aren't released for ransom. Then, these guys will let us go when they leave town and go wherever they plan to when they move.
"The scary thing is, one told me when his partner couldn't hear that he might keep me and take me to South America and keep me a prisoner. He thinks he can pay off some officials there to look the other way and may even force me to tell people that we're married. How scary is that?"
"Plenty scary. It probably means that he's totally nuts. You know what else scares me, though? They had me locked In that wooden pillory this morning while they played with me, feeling me up and having their fun. The disgusting thing is, while I stood there, bent over, with my hands and neck locked in that thing, being felt up by two men who terrify me, I got turned on. I thought I might have an orgasm right there! And I think the shorter one knew and kept fondling me until the other reminded him that he needed to leave for whatever it is that he does everyday, other than molest captive girls, I mean. I think he was going to 'do' me, but decided to wait until later. He definitely had to be somewhere by ten this morning. Do you think I'm like nuts or really kinky to get turned on that way? Am I going crazy in here? I almost wished that he'd put it in me! "
Melissa looked carefully at her companion and replied, "No, Courtney, I've read about girls like that, although they usually just act out with their boyfriends. But you may also be driven to please them to avoid pain and more degradation. But I admit I can see why it turned you on, especially if it was that tall guy. He sort of gets to me when he looks at me and smirks like a swaggering man, so sure of his appeal to women. Maybe it's the power thing, where we're made to feel like we need to please them. With me, it's kind of a thrill to be admired and stared at. I like getting noticed by men. It goes with wanting to be an actress, I guess, but I've always dug being checked out by guys. It gives me kind of a tingle. Don't dare tell, if we ever get out of here. Okay? It's so embarrassing. My mother teases me about it, so I guess some people notice.. Am I a slut, or do you feel that way, at least if the guy looking is hot and looks like a real stud and confident?"
"Yeah, I totally know what you mean, Melissa. But look: there's something really important that I need to tell you in case you get rescued and I don't. And you just need to know, anyway. I just now decided to tell you, because I trust you now. I think I know who the tall man is. There's a guy named Howard Mason, who runs Mason Insurance Agency. He's a competitor of my dad and they don't like each other. I've met him several times at realtor conventions and in stores, and stuff like that. I know how he talks and walks and he makes me cringe like this man does. Remember, tell the cops to look for Howard Mason if you get a chance. I'm almost sure that it's him. I think he may have taken me to hurt my dad."
Melissa tried to turn her hands slightly in the cuffs, for more comfort, but they were snug and she couldn't. "Courtney? You know what this means? If he realizes that you know him and thinks that you told me, we're like, totally going to be killed!"
Courtney nodded. "Right, Sherlock. What was your first clue? Seriously, let's try to keep these jerks pleased with us and maybe the cops will somehow find us. If not, as long as we entertain them well and they don't catch on that I know Mason; we'll be alive for as long as possible."
Melissa nodded. "Okay, I can go for that. I sure don't have any better plan. But maybe something will turn up. All we can do is be alert and hope."
"Yeah, hope. Like, I'm doing that now, full speed ahead!"
Melissa laughed, and then both girls went white and shivered as the door to the stairs opened.
They heard the man that Courtney was sure was Howard Mason call out, "Okay, ladies, show time!"