Saving Brigit (16 page)

“He has spent substantial money in the weeks since he left the girl. Instead of doing your bidding, he has wiled away his time in his home village and then in Islamabad. His ticket to Rome was not until next week.”

“Find him. He should be on the route back to Islamabad—or this time he’d better be. He lied about this one.” He gestured to Thia. “He has taken advantage of my generosity for the last time. Kill him.”

Thia gasped, but he ignored her.

“Kill his family in Islamabad. They helped this one contact him, and they know too much. Then invite his sister to join us again. I’m sure she will be happy to.” He smiled, but it wasn’t pleasant to see. “This time, she will become part of our happy family, not just a guest. Make sure everyone in her village knows this is being done because of Omar’s duplicity.”

“You’re…you’re cruel.”

He turned to Thia. “I am not sure I believe your story yet. However, I will give you a chance to think about what you have told me and decide if it is the truth.”

“It is! Why would I lie? I only want my niece and a way home.”

He stared at her a long time. His eyes were more than cold. They were dead.

“Forty-eight hours with my guards will give you the chance to ponder what you have told me.”

“What? But I thought I’d have—” She stopped herself just in time. She’d been about to reveal that she knew about the period of time new women spend in isolation.

His eyes narrowed. “You thought what?”

“That I’d have only a short wait before you set Brigit free and we’d be on our way back to the States.”

“I have paid small fortunes for the two of you. The only reason you’re still alive is that American women are in high demand from my clients. I can bring in enough, but strangely, Americans don’t last long. Perhaps because my clients also have enormous tastes. We shall see how you hold up—your niece is doing quite well so far.” He chuckled as he headed for the door.

“Wait! You can’t do this. I demand to see my ambassador. You have to release me!”

“It is time you learned you are not in control of your fate anymore,” he said over his shoulder. To the guard he said, “Do not bruise her in any way, and use condoms until the tests come back. Otherwise, use her as you wish.”

“Wait a minute, what are you talking about? What are you doing? You can’t turn me over to anyone. I’m an American!”

“And as arrogant as they come. Do not think of fighting. If you do, your little niece will take your place, and you will watch.” With that he was gone, leaving her with the lecherous guard.

Shit, what kind of hell is this?

The guard stalked toward her. Thia jumped up and backed away. Close up, he was like a mountain, with muscles that appeared like boulders. He wore loose-fitting trousers and a ribbon-collared shirt open over the waistband. His pants tented in front, showing he was already aroused.

He gripped her wrist and dragged her back to the table. “No bruises,” he said. “Don’t make me strike you.” He jerked his head. “Up on the table.”

“Listen, don’t do this. I have money at home. If you help Brigit and me, I’ll pay you.”

“Ten thousand dollars if you’ll help us escape and get back to Islamabad.”

He laughed. “On the table.”

“Twenty thousand.”

“On the table.”

“One hundred thousand.” Incredibly, even that figure didn’t make him blink.

Without another word, he moved close, pushed his trousers down over his hips and sheathed his cock, which resembled a thick spear. His sex definitely matched the rest of his size. When he raised her right leg, she closed her eyes. What she thought wouldn’t start for at least a week was happening now.

She tried to relax, thinking it might help. He dipped his hand between her legs and stroked her pussy. She winced when his fingers scraped skin made sore by Derek’s touch the previous night, but still, she moistened. He positioned his cock and pushed in. Thia flinched at the full sensation his huge cock produced. He spread his big hand over her breast and brought her nipple to a stiff peak.

Her heart sank. She didn’t want this experience, had hoped that Derek’s prediction of his getting her out before she had to do anything would prove true. But in her heart, once she knew Brigit had been taken to a brothel, she also knew the chance existed that she’d have to buy the girl’s way out one way or another. The thought of being “given” to a group of men frightened her, but she could handle it as long as they didn’t hurt her. And if it got her closer to Brigit, it would be worth it.

This man certainly wasn’t hurting her. He wasted no time. His strokes were long and sure. His shaft rubbed her clit with each drive. She didn’t want to, but her body responded in kind. She grasped his shoulders. He lifted her, and her legs slid naturally around his waist. Her forehead fell to the nook between his neck and shoulder while the tension built in her belly.

Derek’s face floated in her mind. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Though this was sex, not making love, guilt at feeling so good niggled at her. The nameless guard’s cock ground into her. She jumped off a cliff of pure sensation. Sucking in a breath, she blanked her mind to everything except what her body felt.

Through her sensory fog, she heard his grunt and knew he’d come.

When she came back to her senses, she realized the guard had deposited her on the table. He was already fixing the waistband on his pants and looked as though their sex was nothing to him. Well, it was nothing to her either. It was only a job. That was how she had to think about her time here.

Grasping her arm, he lifted and tossed her over his shoulder. Steadying her with a firm hand on her butt, he opened the door and strode down the hall. Very soon he entered another room. Men’s voices filled the air. With little fanfare, he dropped her still-naked body to her feet. He started speaking rapidly in a language she didn’t understand. But she could read the body language of the additional six men surrounding her. They examined her as though she was a piece of property. Two days. Could she last two days with these men?

Even without cum dribbling down her legs, she carried the scent of sex, a smell the men in the room detected right away. The big guard faced her. “This is your home for the next forty-eight hours. There are fifteen of us. You will service us in whatever way we dictate. In two days, you will once again be brought before the Claw.”

The Claw! Her instinct had been right. The pendant hanging around the man’s neck made sense—he wasn’t just a representative, he was the very man she should fear the most. She’d also picked up another tidbit of information. There were only fifteen guards in the fortress. Derek would need to know, if she ever got the chance to tell him.

“If you have told the truth today, he will know. If you have lied, what you experience here will be your happiest days, for what comes later will be your hell.”

Thia stood naked, flushed from sex, and too stunned to protest her situation. Her mind was trying to get a grip on what was going on.
I can’t let them bring Brigit into this.

One of the men moved forward and touched her right breast. Another teased her anus. She threw a punch, but missed her target, and the men fondling her laughed. The guard who’d brought her smiled, did an about face and left her to her fate.

One of the men said, “She looks like a falcon ready to fly. Maybe we should spread her on the bed and tether her.” His accent was thick, but not so thick she couldn’t understand.

They’re speaking English for a reason. If they want to scare me, it’s working.

Thia couldn’t imagine two days without moving. “You don’t need to do that. I’ll cooperate.”

“Huh.” One man grunted. “We see.”

Someone else handed her a strap with a butterfly attached. Derek had given her one when they’d gone to lunch across the street from his studio. He’d about driven her crazy until they returned and had sex. She stepped into it, adjusting the straps so the remote-controlled device was positioned to stimulate her clit.

Nervous and uncertain about what came next, Thia stood motionless as her ankles were tied. Once her feet were bound, they pulled her arms behind her and tied her wrists. Only then did they push her to her knees so she sat on her ankles. They bound her wrists to her ankles and wrapped the rope around her waist, effectively restricting all movement.

Then they placed the controller to the butterfly in her hand.

“We know when it is on. If off for too long, this.” A cat o' nine tails lightly struck her back. Thia nodded, indicating she understood. They meant to beat her if she didn’t use the butterfly. Thank God they’d been ordered not to bruise her. She didn’t doubt the beating would be bad if she wasn’t being protected. Her job was to keep herself in that position.

Two more men came into the room, making a total of eight. She knew what they had planned for her and licked her lips, trying to ease the way for the dicks that would soon invade her mouth. The first man stepped up to her, pulled her hair up into a ponytail, and used it to control her head as his cock approached her mouth. She had long since stopped resisting. Any effort was futile.

The man took his time building to orgasm, while someone else stimulated her nipples. When she felt the flogger brush her back, and she turned on the butterfly. Soon her mind was awash with sensation. A man pumped her mouth, another massaged her nipples, and the vibration between her legs took her consciousness. She stopped trying to think and was lost to the world when the man pulled out of her mouth and shot his load onto her face.

He moved away, and a second man pushed into her mouth. The stimulation between her legs took her over the top. This man was longer then the first. He pulled her hair to the point of pain, forcing her mouth onto his shaft. She was fighting her gag reflex when she felt the whip on her back. She flipped on the device between her legs. Her heart hammered, and her breath turned shallow. Soon, that man jerked her head away and spurt cum all over her breasts. Someone rubbed it into her skin, spreading the thick substance down her belly and into her pubic hair. Between the butterfly and fingers stroking down her stomach, she came again.

The men took turns with her mouth. She kept the butterfly running as much as she could. The combination of sensations allowed her mind to take off from the room and soar into a realm of feeling. The eighth man stepped up to her cum-drenched body when she was close to her fourth orgasm. Cum dripped off her chin and onto her breasts. She couldn’t take a breath without inhaling the smell of sex. The men’s bristly hair tickled her face as their cocks probed her mouth. Some thrust hard and fast, and a few held her gently as they strained to reach climax. By the time two men had gone again, Thia didn’t know which way was up. The butterfly, the cocks fucking her mouth, the numerous pairs of hands stroking, massaging—even the flogger—kept her in a state of sex satiation.

The piercing ring of a phone interrupted the soft moans and grunts filling the room. One of them moved off to answer. He announced something to the rest of the group, and the tension in the room immediately changed. Maybe she was being released and sent to Brigit. Surely the Claw had had time to check out her story.

The ropes were removed, and a bucket of water was placed in front of her. A guard said, “Clean.”

Gladly. Though it will take more then a bucket of water and a rag to get this stink off.

Gingerly, she stretched her muscles, then splashed the water over her face and neck. Would she ever feel clean again?

Before she had a chance to do much more than swipe at the surface, one of the men milling around in the room gripped her arm and half dragged her to a cot covered in a sheet. The bed sat among other cots, so there was no privacy. She didn’t care. She’d be asleep within seconds. But the bed wasn’t for her comfort.

The man ripped the butterfly off and spread her legs. Other men gathered around to watch. Many of them stroked their cocks while they stared at her, smiling and lustful. Without fanfare, the man sank into her, filling her pussy. With laughter and jeers, the men around the bed encouraged the man. He bent down and nipped her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth, all the while driving into her. Suddenly, he reared back and let loose a yell. Cum, hot and powerful, shot into her.

A pair of hands pulled him off and took his place. Another tugged her head to the side and filled her mouth. This time, when he came, he pulsed into her mouth. So, the bed didn’t mean rest. It meant her tests had come back showing she was healthy and ready to be fucked.

And fuck her, they did.

The following afternoon, Derek strolled into the common room of the Claw’s fortress. At any given time, fifteen to twenty men gathered there to drink, talk, and feel each other out on what they were there to deal for. Trust was nil, tension high. Today, if the attitude in the room matched his in any way, it was fucking nuclear.

Derek went to the bar and asked for a scotch, neat. He usually didn’t drink when he was about to spar with known enemies, but the two days he’d spent with Colonel Harrington had left him drained and angry.

Not only had the colonel refused to change their agreed upon plan for invasion of the compound, he had informed Derek that he’d be assigned an assistant. He didn’t need a goddamned assistant. He needed action to get Thia out of this shithole.

Truth was, he wanted out, too. Their plan was a good one, his cover as good as any he’d ever had, and they knew the damned missiles were there in the compound. He had no idea what was taking so long. He should have been in to meet the Claw last week. Their offer for the missiles should have been heard by now and accepted—the Claw had excellent reasons to accept. So what was the hold up?

“You look unhappy, my friend.”

Derek slugged back the scotch before glancing up to see Abdul el Kafir, his representative to the Claw. For three weeks, he had seen more of Abdul than he cared to.

“I’m ready to go home, Abdul.” He held up his glass for a refill. The bar, in order to accommodate Westerners, was well stocked with a wide selection of drinks.
Thank God
, Derek thought.