Chapter 1

Introductions

 

"Andy, I like the story, I think it is great. Who do you want for the lead in the film? I have a wonderful actress in mind," the director who had picked up my book, and wanted to make a film of it asked.

"Oh, I am not sure; I think you would be more able to decide than I am, especially if you have someone in mind. They must be English; it is after all an English detective story. They need to be about five foot ten inches tall, I am not sure what the requirement was during the war years in London, but they wouldn't be a five foot petite women, nearer to six feet say, an English accent, preferably the London area, to fit the casting needs, apart from that; I have no idea," I said.

"Ok, leave that to me, I will contact some casting agencies, and a couple of agents I know, and as I said I already have the perfect woman in mind, for the leading lady. It would be easier, if you were here in Spain, to write the screen play that is?" he asked.

"P-pardon, write the screen play? I have no idea how to do that, I thought you just wanted the rights to the book, the story?" I asked.

"Yes, but wouldn't you like to have an input, my daughter is good, I will team you up with her, she will write the screen play for us, and she will do it by asking you questions," he said.

That was a month ago now, and here I was exiting the arrivals door into the airport, and looking for someone with a board up with my name on it, and there she was, and very pretty she was, as well.

She was in western clothes not the traditional dress, but that did not hide her Mediterranean beauty, the tanned skin, jet black hair, full red lips, and a very nicely developed bust, trim waist, and firm buttocks held in the tight fitted pants she wore, and a full bust, long slender yet shapely legs and a well-developed bust. She smiled at me, as I saw her, and moved towards her.

"Hi, I'm Andy," I said dropping my case, and holding out my hand to her.

"Hi, Francesca, Mario's daughter, shall we go, the car it is just out here? I persuaded dad to let you use our summer house, it is not far from our home. We call it a summer house; really it is more of a guest house. It is only five kilometres from our house and secluded, peace and quiet, for us to work in. Your book is very good, and will make an excellent film, it is very visual," Francesca said.

"Thank you; will you be the leading lady, in the film?" I asked her, trying to flatter her.

"Me? Good grief no. I enjoy writing, but acting, no chance," she said and laughed. Her breasts heaved up and down as she laughed.

"You are doing yourself an injustice, you would make a good actress, I am sure," I said.

"OK, I know I am pretty, and have all the accoutrements required, but I cannot act, and in films you need to be able to act, trust me, you do, it is perhaps a requirement, a much needed one, as well as being pretty, that was sweet of you," she said, as she opened the boot of the car, and I put my case in.

We drove to her home, and I met her father, we got on like a house on fire, as I did with Francesca. She knew she was pretty, and had a very appealing figure. So any attention or compliment I paid her, she brushed aside, she was used to them.

After meeting her father, she drove me to my accommodation, and introduced me to the staff who would be looking after me, and showed me around. It was a three bedroom villa with servants, well daily's would be more accurate. I went to unpack, and a maid took my case off me.

"Angela, will unpack for you, come, let me show you the office, you haven't seen that yet," she said taking my arm and leading me around the outside of the house into the office, as she called it. It was perhaps a converted stable, and separate to the house, but adjoining it.

It was massive, more of a library, with all the books that lined the walls, and it had a computer in the bay window.

"I will sit here, and you will tell me what to write, it is really easy once you get the hang of it, all you have to remember is the director needs to be told everything, he may change it, but he needs you to tell him your concept, your ideas, and in detail.

Scene one, it is in London, it is winter, it is dark, there has been a frost, and the police car is unmarked, there are two occupants, and he is speeding. OK do you see everything? The reader knows, and can fill in the blanks as they wish, but the director cannot, he has to be told. So who are the occupants, what are they wearing.

In your story you cover most of that, but for the film we will need to know if they are in plain clothes, or not. Are there street lights, I assume so being in a city, but has there been a power failure, or is it well lit, you mention stalactites, so perhaps that will lead the director to pan the area first, to set the winter scene. Is it snowing or over cast, with black or white clouds, rain or snow?

We have to lead the director to the scene, and then he uses his knowledge and imagination to create the actual scene, and how the actors will react, you don't say that the sergeant slips, but could he be unstable, and careful as he walks to the door.

I will guide you, by asking questions. Now settle in, and we begin tomorrow. What do you have for breakfast? Andrea will have it ready for you at eight o'clock. Do you want her to waken you?" Francesca asked.

"Hum, oh erm, no, I, erm usually sleep in the nude, and I would not want to terrify her," I said, and laughed.

"You haven't seen her husband, after him nothing will terrify, Andrea," Francesca said, and laughed.

The following morning I woke up had breakfast, and Francesca arrived just as I was having my second cup, she smiled, said, "Good morning," and took the cup of coffee Andrea, offered her.

Ten minutes later we were sat in the office, and began our work, as Francesca had said, she read a bit of the book, and then began typing, and asked me questions as she typed, really she was the one writing the screen play, apart from my minor, but important input.

Two days later we were well into the screen play, and her father invited me to dinner, to meet the leading lady he had chosen.

Francesca picked me up, and drove me to her father's house, and her home.

It was a mansion set in woods with olive groves, and vineyards, and very wealthy looking. I entered, and crossed the entrance hall twenty feet or so, down a corridor to the dining room, where I was finally introduced to her father. We had spoken on the phone, but I had not actually met him, and again to me he was a typical Spanish aristocrat, tall, elegant, if a little overweight, and wore a Spanish suit, similar to the ones worn by Matadors, black with gold embellishments.

Next to him stood a lady, now Francesca was a very pretty young lady with admirable extras, a nice, large, firm bust. This lady had two watermelons almost fully exposed, and held in her corseted dress; she was not so much overweight, but a big lady in all respects.

"Ah senior Andrew, welcome to my abode. May I have the honour of introducing to you the leading lady, Senorita Carmen? The most beautiful Sergeant, and excellent actress you could wish to meet," he said introducing her.

I was not sure of his choice, I mean the sergeant was an English female, and she did not look English, point one; point two she was well, she didn't look able to look after herself, a broken finger nail, and she would be in tears, and her elegance was put on, I cringed I would have to say something. but not now.

"Buenos senior, noch," she said holding out her hand.

I took her hand and wished her a good evening.

"Estoy muy emocionado de ser invitado a ser su protagonist," she said, I gave her a blank look.

"Mario, she does speak English, doesn't she?" I asked.

"No, but we can teach her the lines, all she has to do is repeat them, simple," Mario, Francesca's father said.

"Mario, please, she is very pretty, and I am sure she can act, but the sergeant, the leading lady, is English, through and through. This young lady can never be disguised as being English. I am sorry, but we need to think again. I visualise her as being blonde, not black, and she is white, this lady is not white, is she, she has a lovely tanned skin? She may be the best actress in Spain, and I would not dispute that, and the prettiest, but what about the cues, she will not know when to come in, will she, and she will have an accent, won't she?" I asked.

"Dad, Andy is right you know, I know what is going on, but for this film, she is not right," Francesca said, supporting me.

"Hum, I did promise her the role," he said.

"Yes, I know you did, but in the next film, a Spanish one, it would be difficult to change the story to allow a Spanish officer in as the sergeant, because they would have to speak English, to be able to go on the job. Dad can you imagine them asking a criminal to stand still whilst the other officer translated, and then telling them to run again, it is ludicrous," Francesca said.

We had dinner, and it was nice, it was friendly, even if Francesca had to spend most of the evening translating for me, and Carmen sat looking at me, she had as yet not been told, but perhaps vibes told her something was not right.

"Carmen, you are a beautiful lady, and if it were a Spanish film, I would be delighted to have you as my leading lady, but it is English, and you need to be able to speak English, to take on the role," I told her, with Francesca translating for me, it was my decision, so I felt it up to me, to tell her.

She looked at Mario, and half closed her eyes, and then they left together.

"She is not happy. He promised her the role in his first production that was not a blue movie. This is his first film, and she will not be his leading lady, so he won't get his leg over tonight, will he?" Francesca said, laughing.

"Sorry, his first movie, did you say?" I asked.

"No, no he has made millions from movies, but they were all blue movies, sex and stuff. His latest one, her last role, was a bondage film, she played a woman who had been kidnapped, and tied up, and beaten into doing as told, for her master.

Carmen is also my father's Mistress, ever since my mother died; he has had a woman in his bed, most nights. I think you call it a casting couch, several different females have used it, and they all made movies, and a lot of money, as she has, but she has aspirations of being a film actress, on the big screen, a movie star," Francesca told me.

"So I have just messed up his desires for tonight, ah well, it has been nice working with you, Francesca," I said resigning myself to being told to go home, for fucking up his nightly screw.

"That is his problem, he will still make the film, and you have a lot of work to do tomorrow. We need the first six scenes completed," Francesca said.

"No problems, switch the phone off, and stop people coming to the door, and we will get a lot more work done," I said and laughed.

I had commented that it was like Euston station, with all the comings and goings.

By seven the following evening we had managed to complete the scenes required, and I thanked Francesca, showing her to the door.

"See you at eight, tomorrow morning," she said, with a smile.

"Eight! That is when I get up," I said.

"Was when you got up, now, you will get up at seven. I have told Andrea," she said with a smile. We can get a lot more work done between eight and nine than later, unless you would like to start, at six?" Francesca asked me, still smiling that cheeky smile.

"OK, OK, eight it is," I replied, and closed the door.

 

Chapter 2

Persuasion

 

It was hard work, and I felt drained, so I walked into the lounge area, and sat down, and Andrea poured me a drink, and then she left, and I was alone. Just me my glass of Spanish brandy, and the imitation log fire burning in the grate, idyllic is not the word, it was heaven.

I must have dropped off to sleep when the doorbell rang startling me, and I got up. I was about to ask Francesca what she had forgotten, but it wasn't her, it was two rather pretty young ladies standing there smiling at me.

"Hello, how can I help you?" I asked.

"Hello," one of them said with a Spanish accent, Mario sent us, he wants you to see a location for the film," she said.

"What here in Spain? There won't be suitable location for the film here, it is set in London," I said.

"This is indoors, he did ask, so will you come with us, please? It is a room and a room is a room, isn't it, London Paris or Rome what is the difference unless you look out the window? It needs to be at night for the full effect, so please he is waiting there, and will not be happy if you refuse, having already upset things," she told me.

That was when I should have realised, how did she know I had upset things, I presume she meant by saying that Carmen was not right for the sergeant, tiredness I suspect, but it went over my head.

"It's a waste of a trip, but if he asked, then I might as well, I suppose," I said, and closed the door following them to their car, and yawning.

They drove me into the town, and down a back street, and then reversed into a yard at the back of a property.

"Hum, it is nothing like, an English house, it is a waste of a trip, and I am tired," I said, and made to get back in the car.

"No, no, it is not outside; it is a room, inside the house, as I told you. Mario thinks it is ideal. Any and all outside scenes will be in London, but to keep costs down if possible it would be better to shoot inside scenes without a view, here in Spain. You do want it to make money, don't you?" she asked, so I followed her inside, and looked around as we entered.

Again I was not impressed, it was Spanish, the decor, the utensils, the furniture all were Spanish.

We went from the kitchen into the lounge. One of the women hung back as the other opened the door, again a quick glance told me it was not right, but I entered anyway to please her, and stood stock still, sat on the settee was Carmen. It wasn't seeing her that made me stop, but that she was smiling at me, it wasn't that even, what made me stand still in shock, was her dress, it was her, I knew somehow, but she wore a black leather and very shiny cat suit, stiletto heel shoes, her legs were crossed, and she had a hood and mask on, like some sort of evil temptress, which I found disconcerting. I had just lost her the film role she wanted, and I had visions of whips and canes, as she took her revenge for losing her the role out on my poor soft body.

I looked around, and there were four women including Carmen in the room, and they were spread about. I stood just inside the doorway, Carmen was on the settee to my left against the wall, beyond her stood a woman, across the room in the far corner, stood another to the next corner, and another, and in the corner closest to me was another woman, and they stared at me coldly.

"What is going on, where is the room?" I asked.

An arm moved, and they pulled out a gun, all of them except Carmen, and pointed them at me. They were again pretty women in black leather cat suits and hoods, but their assets were very visible against the taught leather costumes, black leather gloved hands held the guns, unwavering.

"The room is down in the cellar, and we have just kidnapped you, and we intend on keeping you, until Carmen has the role she wants. It was promised to her, and she is a very capable actress," the woman said, who now seemed to be leading them.

"At what, screwing, is the orgasm faked, is that what she is good at, look at her, come on, is she English? I ask you to be honest, and tell me does she look the remotest bit English? How will she be able to speak her lines, with a cockney accent, come on? You know she is not right for this role," I said trying to get out.

"I do not intend arguing with you, the rules are simple you do as told, or we shoot you. We intend to keep you here as our uncomfortable guest until you change your mind, and to encourage you to change your mind, where you will be kept it isn't that comfortable, but that is where you will stay, until we reach agreement, if you don't mind, please?" one of the women said, waving a gun at me, and pointing towards the door to my right, another of the women took out a bunch of keys, and unlocked the top pad lock, and the bottom one, and then the mortise lock, and opened the door.

"What is this, you're willing to kill me to get her the role, are you mad? They don't allow prisoners to make films, didn't you know that?" I said.

Carmen said something, and the woman who had spoken to me smiled.

"Yes, she said that you need to put your hands up, like a prisoner, because that is what you are, now.

Obviously we do not intend to harm you, but you will not like your accommodation, and it will stop the work on the film, which will cost Mario money, which he will not like. That is our leaver, the cost he will incur by the delay will make him reconsider, as our miserable detention of you, will make you reconsider. Please, after you, down the stairs into our dungeon. Which is the room we brought you to see," she said smiling at me.

"If you do not intend to hurt me, then what is the point of the guns?" I asked lowering my arms.

"Very simple, they are loaded with tranquiliser darts, which will put you to sleep, when you wake up, you will have no idea where you are, or how you got there, terrifying, and there is the headache which accompanies the awakening, a migraine is mild in comparison. Not dangerous, but very, very debilitating and painful. Now will you do as told, or shall I shoot you?" she asked me, I shrugged my shoulders, and did as told.

Down the stairs to the cellar, as I entered I looked around, it was a corridor with four doors down one wall, and one facing me at the end.

"Towards the far door please, hands up, come on, do as told, or I will shoot," she instructed me. I did as told, and they opened the last door for me to look inside.

"Not all cellars are square; when this was built there was a large lump of rock behind that wall. Hit it feel at it, it is solid the original external wall, built to stop having to use picks and shovels to remove the rock. But they still built over the rock. Can you believe it, one night with pneumatic drills and shovels, and it was no-longer there. We built it as a secret room for a film that was never made. This is Carmen's house, and she paid for the secret room, to be built.

The film was about a woman, who kidnapped a man, and held him as her lover, and she beat him to make him fuck her as often as she wanted, and how she wanted, some minor adjustments, and we have a nasty place to keep you. I am a dominatrix, and use her fasciitis for my work, using the cane on my sub-missives, and other nasty pieces of equipment. Argue with me, object, and you can feel them, as well that I will do for fun, making you kiss my feet, and grovel to me in total sub mission to me. Would you like that?' she asked me, leaning in close.

"No, I would not, I am not like that," I said.

"Good, then do as told, and avoid my temper, it is vile," she said.

She led me out of that room into the one through the door at the very end, it ran off to the left along the length of the rooms to that side of the corridor, but the wall to the right was lined up with the wall dividing the rooms from the corridor.

One of the women took a piece of metal, and slipped it in between the stones of the wall, and a small section came away, in a solid block, another woman helped her to lift it down, and then they pulled the lower section away as well. This must have been hinged, and on runners, it still took two of them to move it clear, opening up a door way into the hidden room.

There was a space between the wall, and a bank of drawers to the left then a solid looking door to a cell I presumed, and I smiled, it was dry no ventilation perhaps, but plenty of air for me, so not that bad, but the drawers intrigued me, there were three one on top of the other, and they were about two feet deep which I felt deep for a drawer.

"Now do you see, tomorrow Mario and Francesca will come here, and demand to search our dungeon, they will and find nothing, as you have seen this false wall is the continuation of the solid wall in that cell. Andy, it is Andy, isn't it? You will not be found, especially when we have hung the coats and dresses lying on the floor back on the hooks on this wall. Now we need you to strip," she said.

"Like hell, what for?" I demanded.

"To avoid a very, very nasty headache, which would only mean that we stripped you, now do as told, or I will shoot," she told me.

I looked at her, and saw that she meant it, and began to strip down to my underpants, I could just imagine her smiling as she used her cane on the poor devils strapped to her whipping stool, and showing no mercy.

"Ah, ah, all of them," she said, I hesitated, and she cocked the gun, and I took my underpants off, covering my nudity with my hands.

"Hum, not very nice, I mean just how small is it that you covered it with one hand, you have intrigued me, so now put your hands behind your back, let us have a look at your embarrassment," she told me, smiling.

"Is that really necessary?" I asked already embarrassed.

"I suppose not, really, but you do seem keen to hide it, and strapped down we will all see it, but to make you show us makes me happy. Had it not been for your reluctance to show us, I would not have asked you to, would I?" She asked me.

I did as told, and felt the cold steel of the shackles being put on me, the woman shackling me then shackled my ankles together with a chain from my wrists to my ankles, which she pulled tight before pad locking it. They put their guns away, and she pushed me back against the wall so that they could all have a look at my dick, which is not that small, but to ridicule me, and make fun of me, they laughed.

"You-you actually tried to hide that, no wonder, I don't think I have ever, seen one that small. Look girls, can you see it, or shall I get the magnifying glass, ha, ha, ha," she said mocking me.

"Go on laugh bitch, when was the last time you had a man, a real one that satisfied you. You need to be a good actress to pretend you have an orgasm, bitch," I said, and she stopped laughing.

"I knew which one I was going to put you in, now you can choose, you see that is a prison cell say, with bucket, bed, table and chair, all screwed to the floor in keeping with a prison cell, miserable, but not too miserable. Here we have the solitary confinement cells, one is a box, without the lid, the other two are not finished yet, and are just the slides, cold metal to lie on without any padding, nasty. Pick a number or shall I ask the girls which they think is the nastiest, for calling me a bitch?" she asked me.

"What do you expect waking me up, and dragging me down here to be kidnapped? Held and shamed what the hell do you expect me to call you?" I asked her.

"Mistress, as all my subjects do, I will count to three, then the girls decide. One, two, three, OK girls, which one?" she asked them but looking into my eyes.

"Two," they said, and she smiled.

"The perfect choice, padded and comfortable, but miserable, very miserable," she said, and pulled drawer two open.

Three of them tilted me back, lay me on my back, and slid me into the drawer on my side, and then they undid the handcuffs, and put one hand to the side, and fastened the clamp around it fixed to the side, and then the other fastened my ankles to the clamp at the base, and then one over my forehead. They pushed me almost inside, just my head stuck out.

The woman who had done all the talking now put a steel collar on me, and fastened it to the base of the cell, which was about three feet high, and wide, and about six or seven feet long, I was lying on a plastic mattress, and the collar had been fastened to two rings one on each side of the cell, stopping me from raising my head more than an inch or two, she then put a piece of cloth in my mouth, and taped it up. The sides of the box were lined with padded plastic as well.

"Andy, the mattress is plastic, and you will be kept in here until we have settled the deal, we will feed and water you, but because we will not be able to allow you out until the deal is done, for safety reason, it will also be your toilet, sorry about that.

It is water proof, no leaks, and sound proofed, the gag is just an added precaution, and the chain from your ankles will stop you from banging your feet up and down. Andy, you are stuffed, until Mario sees sense, and you agree with him, to give Carmen, the role," she told me.

She pushed me inside fully, and closed the cage door, and locked it and then the outer door, locking that one as well, and leaving me in total darkness. It was a good job I was not claustrophobic, being in such a small space, she wouldn't have cared anyway. And not being able to see just how small it was, eased my feelings, but I knew, and it did frighten me.

I went to sleep strangely enough, I decided that there was nothing else to do, I was too well shackled to be able to do anything, and as she had said, I had also noticed the sound proofing on the walls and ceiling, so even if I were not gagged. My cries for help would not be heard, apart from the fact that unless they were in the actual room, my cries would not be heard at all, and I would have no idea if they were in that room or not, so why waste my breath and energy, I went to sleep.

When I woke I needed the toilet as usual, and accepted my fate, how much longer after that they opened up the cell I had no idea, but I was grateful when they did, and I was slid out a little and fed, then they gagged me again, and slid me back, closed and locked the cage, and outer door, and I was in darkness again.

At lunch time I had, had an idea, and looked at the woman, she was the leader of the day before.

"Miss, I have had an idea which may resolve the problem, has Mario been to see you?" I asked her.

"Do you like pain? You will call me Mistress, and yes, he has, and found nothing, as I told you he would not do. I do not want ideas, I want the contract signed, as agreed," she said.