C.I.A.
Chapter 1
Kate had given up hope of ever being rescued. It had been years. How many, she didn't know, but it was years.
She was a whore. She wore next to nothing, and she fucked anyone and everyone that they told her to. Most of them were Asian, but a few weren't. She would fuck them daily and then go a week without being fucked.
She knew the man in charge of it all. He rarely fucked her. It was almost always some other man. She was fucked with her legs spread. Other times she was on all fours and taken from behind. During one of these times, she was fucked in the ass as well.
It all started one day when she was just 18 years old. She was at school, Stanford, to be precise. She was studying Pre-Law, intending to be a lawyer like her parents.
She had planned to go to Vegas with her boyfriend but never made it. She woke up in a cage, an actual cage with bars and everything, and she wasn't by herself. While Kate was alone in her prison, she saw other ones with women trapped in them.
None of them knew what had happened or just where they were. Then one day, after not receiving anything to eat or drink for what seemed like days, they were let out of their cages one at a time.
A bucket was in the corner for them to pee in and move their bowels. There was no toilet paper, so most of them used their panties.
They were taken to a room by a frightening man with a vicious grip on their arm, tight enough that it left a mark. This room was larger and had a single bright light that was dead center. They were placed under the light one by one and held there.
Then the bidding started. Men were bidding on the young women. That was when it dawned on Kate that they were selling her. "My God! Oh, my God!" She didn't pay attention to the final bid someone made on her other than he paid cash for her. Then she was taken back to her cage and forced inside. She sat there for what seemed like hours.
Eventually, the scary man with the horrible grip came back for her and dragged her out of the cage. That was when she tried to put up a fight, but he was just too strong for her.
Kate was shoved in the back of some van and driven somewhere along with a few other girls. None of them talked. They knew what had happened – they were all sold in a slave market, white slavery of young girls.
When the van stopped, nothing happened for a time. Then the door opened, and one by one, the scary man with a vice-like grip took them out of the van, forcing them into a container. The container door slammed shut, plunging the girls into darkness.
Kate crawled around on her hands and knees, feeling for something, anything. She found a pail in the corner, and she also found some plastic sticks. Breaking one of the sticks produced a light so they could see where they were.
There were just five of them. They had found other sticks to light their space and were all huddled together. They felt the container shift as it was hoisted into the air and lowered onto a ship. At least it was what they thought happened.
They learned each other's names: Kate, Lucy, Vicki, Alice, and Ginger. They were all young and some of them were brunettes, some were blonde. Kate was the only one taken from Stanford.
There was no food, no water. The girls knew from their time in the cage that the pail was there for them to relieve themselves. They huddled together for warmth since the container was cold and damp.
And they waited.
~oo0oo~
Eventually, someone opened the container. Men came in, grabbing the girls by the arm and dragging them out of the container. They were too weak from a lack of food and water to put up a fight of any kind.
That was when the girls were split up and never saw each other again. Kate found herself in the back of a van where she just laid down. She was too weak to do anything else.
When the van stopped, a man dragged Kate to a bathroom where a woman bathed her and put her into a dress. That was all, just a dress. It had a slit up one side, exposing her for all to see. After that, they left her in a room with food waiting for her. Kate ate until she was ready to burst. She was hungry. However, it had a side effect. It gave her diarrhea.
Not long after that came the day from hell. As if that wasn't bad enough, she had to undergo a boob job where they enlarged her breasts. She could only guess she might be a size 35 C now instead of the 35 B she had been since she never wore a bra again. Not ever. That wasn't the only thing they did to her. While she was still unconscious, they pierced her tongue, nipples, and clit. It all hurt like hell when she woke up.
They let her be for a month, or she guessed it was a month. It was long enough for her breasts and piercings to begin to heal. That was when the fucking started. Her enlarged breasts were played with while she was fucked.
Her keeper returned her to her room, where there was food and water. She was at first fucked daily, then weekly, then daily again. She was called a slut. They had no interest in what her name was. When she tried to tell them her name, they beat her. Her name was SLUT now.
That was what her life devolved into. She was a slut and was fucked whenever a man needed her. She got a new dress every couple of weeks. Each dress showed off what she had. She never wore shoes again.
Then her name was changed to WHORE. Now, she was a whore. She was fucked whenever the mood struck him, or more accurately, the man had her fucked.
She had adapted to her enlarged breasts and her piercings. She even started to enjoy them a little. But one day, her life changed. She had just been fucked, put back in her room and given food and water, when in came a well-dressed man. He was handsome, and he had a gun. A GUN!
"Come on; you're with me." He grabbed her and dragged her out of her room. They were no sooner out of her room when the man with a gun took aim and shot someone. They stopped at a corner, and he motioned for her to stay silent by touching a finger to his lips, hushing her. He looked around the corner and shot someone else.
He tightened his hold on her and took her with him down the hallway and through an open door she had never been through before. In that room, she saw a dead man, her owner she called Master. She didn't get time to stare at him when the man with the gun pulled her out of the room and down another hallway.
He shot another man. That was when she noticed his gun didn't make much of a sound. It came out more as a PUFF sound than anything.
They stopped at the next intersection, and she watched as he ejected a clip, inserted a new one, and put the old one away. Then he pulled the slide back and yanked her with him to the next stopping point.
He fired again, hitting another man. He opened the car door and put her inside. Checking the area, he hurried to the driver's side and started the car. He put his weapon down on the console between them and took off.
"Who are you?" Kate finally asked him. Except all he did was glance at her and then turn back to keep his eyes on the road. They were traveling fast, really fast. She didn't know the term for what he was doing, but he seemed to be drifting on all four wheels at every turn.
"Buckle up," he ordered. At first, Kate didn't, but soon she buckled her seat belt and watched when he did the same while driving with one hand.
"Who are you?" Kate asked him yet again.
"I'm Agent Richard Rodgers."
"Agent? Agent of what?" Kate asked. "You killed my Master. I'm going to be in so much trouble."
"What's your name?" he asked, not answering her question.
"WHORE."
"No, I mean your name. You do have a name, don't you?"
"My name is WHORE."
Rick tried wording it differently this time. "Before you became a whore, what was your name? What were you called?"
"Oh… Um…" She needed to think about that. It had been such a long time since she used it that she almost forgot it. "Kate, it was Kate. …I think."
His mind raced, trying not to scare her. "How long have you been in there?"
"I...I don't know. Years."
"Do you know where you were when you were picked up? What year?"
"Ah…" Kate needed to think about that. "I was in Stanford, and it was 1998. Why?"
"1998." Rick broke it to her as gently as he could. "There's no easy was to tell you this, but it's 2003, Kate."
Kate was in shock. She knew she'd been there for years, but 2003 meant it was five years later. FIVE YEARS!
She was still in shock. "That can't be right. It just can't."
Rick had slowed down just a little but was still driving fast. It was an Audi, and it could handle the speed.
He didn't know what to tell her. He just didn't, so he said nothing at all.
"We need to go back. They'll be missing me. They'll want to know where I am. I'm in so much trouble." Kate was beyond scared.
"There is no going back," Rick said firmly.
Kate knew she was in such deep trouble. She was a WHORE. She looked down at the gun still on the console, even after all the hard turns he was making.
Rick warned her against doing what she was thinking. "Don't even think about it."
"You don't understand," she said, almost frantic. "I'm a WHORE. They're going to miss me. I have to go back. Please," Kate pleaded with him.
"Not anymore."
"Where are we going?" Kate asked.
"To an airport where I have a plane waiting. All I have to do is get there in one piece." Rick looked behind him to see if anyone was after him.
"Airport. Where?"
"It's located in Malaysia." That was all Rick was willing to tell her.
"Malaysia! Where was I?" Kate had no idea where she had been.
"Bangkok, Thailand."
"BANGKOK!" Kate was stunned. Though it did explain why almost everyone who fucked her was Asian-looking. "Bangkok," she repeated to herself. How did she get from Stanford to Bangkok? Regardless, she was a whore, and if she didn't return, she would be in such big trouble.
Being a WHORE was all she knew.
~oo0oo~
She pulled herself together and began to ask questions. "So you're an agent. An agent of what?"
"The CIA."
"CIA!?" She knew what the CIA was. "You're really CIA?"
"My mission was to gather intelligence and, if necessary, kill him. So I killed him. When I ran across you, you were a spur-of-the-moment thing. I decided to get you out of there and take you with me. Don't give me a reason to regret that." Rick looked at her briefly before turning his eyes back on the road.
"We need gas soon," he mentioned, and the next thing she knew, they were stopping in the one-horse town that seemed to have just the two pumps. Both of them were empty at the moment.
Rick got out to fill the tank. "I need to pee," Kate told him through his open window.
He shrugged. "So, use the restroom. If you can find it."
"Use the restroom if I can find it," she repeated to herself. Oh, she thought she could find it all right.
She was still in her revealing dress and got stared at, but she ignored that look. She sat down on the toilet and peed. She hadn't lied about needing to pee. She looked around while sitting there and tried to think.
There was no paper except toilet paper, and since she didn't have a pen, she couldn't leave a note. She finished and got up to wash her hands. She stared at herself in the mirror. She finally realized that she was a mess. She'd been crying at some point, not that she remembered doing that.
She decided to leave it. She exited the restroom and almost ran right into the agent. He was standing just outside waiting for her. He took her by the arm and escorted her back to the car; she got in while he went inside.
"I bought you lunch." He tossed a burrito-like object at her and put the can of Coke in the center console next to his gun. She had forgotten about the gun.
No sooner than he did that when the skies opened, and it started to pour. It was a heavy rain. He started the car, moved it off to one side, and shut it down again.
"I need to rest." And he closed his eyes.
"How much farther to the airport is it?" Kate asked him.
"Kate."
"Yes?"
"Shut up, or I'll put you in the trunk." He opened one eye to look at her, then closed it again, sitting there and resting, letting the rain lull him to sleep.
Kate grinned just a little. He had called her Kate. No one had called her that for a long time. She looked at the gun again. It was just sitting there in the center console. She could easily pick it up and shoot him with it.
The barrel looked and seemed out of place. Kate studied it and determined that the clip was still in it. She could easily pick it up while he slept and shoot him with it. But then, what? She was miles from the Compound by now. She was pretty sure her master was dead. She had seen his body. Though, she didn't know if he really died.
She ate her lunch in silence and didn't go anywhere near the gun.
~oo0oo~
Kate jerked her head up and looked around. They were moving again. She must have fallen asleep. "Where are we?"
Rick glanced at her. "We're just about to the airport where I have a plane waiting."
"Oh." She must have really been asleep since she hadn't noticed.
The airport turned out to be a dirt strip without a control tower. Rick's plane, she soon learned, was a small jet. It looked like a Lear Jet to her. But then, all jets of this size looked the same to her.
She got out after he opened the car door for her and walked over to the plane, where she watched him open it and pull down a ladder. He offered to let her board first. "Ladies first."
Kate grinned slightly at the ladies' comment and climbed into the cabin. He closed the door behind him, entered, sat in the pilot's seat, and began flipping switches.
She motioned toward the co-pilot's seat. "Is it okay if I sit here?"
"Help yourself," Rick said and continued flipping switches.
Then she heard the engines fire up, one after the other. There were only two. When Rick did that, she watched as the screens in front of her lit up. "Wow. You can fly this thing?" She only hoped he could.
"It's a Gulfstream 550, and yes, I can fly it." Rick put on a headset, watching as Kate looked around for hers, and did the same. "This is G-1521 taxiing into position for takeoff."
Kate watched as the jet smoothly moved to the end of the dirt runway, and a moment later, they were rolling down it. Soon they were in the air. She watched as Rick moved a lever and could hear the landing gear retracting into the plane. "Where are we going?"
"First is a stop in the Philippines for fuel, then it's on to Tokyo, where we'll stop for 24 hours so I can rest. After that, it's on to Seattle and home. I live in Seattle."
"You're CIA, and you live in Seattle?" Somehow it didn't make sense to her.
"Where do you think I should live?" Rick questioned her.
Kate became defensive. "I don't know. I just didn't think of Seattle is all."
"For your information, I have a condo in Seattle with a spectacular view of the Space Needle and the harbor. You'll like it. It has three bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, 5,356 square feet of living space, and I'm on the top floor."
"Seattle." She was going to Seattle. San Francisco and Stanford weren't far from there. Except it was five years later. What would she do now? If she went with him, and it was looking like she didn't have a choice here, she wasn't going to be a WHORE any longer. She really didn't know what to do. What was going to happen to her?