KIDNAPPED

(Book Two)

Formerly entitled The Tortuous Adventures of Janet De Palma

 

Written by Tony Malo & Edited for Publication by Terry Wakelin

 

Foreword : Janet De Palma, the famous Hollywood film star, has been abducted by reclusive millionaire, Walter Andrews and finds herself incarcerated in the cellars under his Mansion with a collection of other girls, also enslaved by the wealthy sadist. The girls are used as sex slaves by Andrews and his dominatrix wife, Michelle, and also as 'party favours' for many of Andrews' influential yet sadistic guests at regular Master/slave parties held at the Mansion. Janet is nearly killed by one of the guests, a rich Arab Prince, an incident that causes a serious rift when Andrews knocks the man down in defence of what he considers to be his 'property'. Now read on...!

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

Michelle Andrews stalked angrily back and forth beside the bubbling waters of the Jacuzzi. She was quite naked, her usual leather garb having been discarded on a bench beside the thigh length boots that were her trademark.

The young dominatrix was a magnificent sight, seemingly oblivious to everything but her own frustration. Her bare feet slapped rhythmically against the multi-coloured tiles beneath her and with each angry footfall her ample breasts jiggled deliciously.

Standing just inside the entranceway was Jamil, his dark face impassive under the folds of his kuffaiya. His right arm was resting in a sling and makeshift splints supported his broken wrist. The old Arab watched Michelle without much interest. Of late, western women had failed to raise any kind of fire in his loins. Better he was back in his own country with his harem, with women more able to drain the juice from a man's shaft than these pallid excuses of femininity.

Michelle spun on bare heels and strode back toward the pool. When she reached the edge, she paused with legs astride and hands planted aggressively on her hips. She stared down into the Jacuzzi and her eyes blazed. "You two are acting just like children!"

Walter Andrews looked up at her a little sheepishly, the bubbling water lapping at his shoulders as he sank lower into its warmth. He said nothing but couldn't tear his gaze away from the titillating movement of his wife's breasts and the proud thrust of her mons, silently blessing the day he had met and married this beautiful girl.

Prince Almahdi Al Harith sat similarly immersed at the other side of the Jacuzzi. The Arab's expression was as impassive as that of his retainer. The left side of his face, however, was noticeably swollen, with a multi-coloured bruise clearly visible on the dark skin. Both his top and bottom lips were split and should really have been stitched; but he had refused any medical help. He glanced up at Michelle expressionlessly as she ranted on.

"Prince Almahdi," she snapped, "are you as much a child as my silly husband?" She pointed an angry finger at Walter. "He reacts like a schoolboy. He likes to own things and when his property is threatened he resorts to violence." She threw up her hands in frustration. "Oh, for fuck's sake, why don't the both of you grow up!"

For a brief moment a touch of humour tugged at the corners of Prince Almahdi's mouth. The explosive use of Western profanity from the statuesque, naked beauty struck him as funny and he looked quickly into the water to hide his amusement. It would not be good to soften too rapidly. He had been hurt and insulted by Andrew's attack but he was clever enough to know that severing their relationship because of it would be cutting off his nose to spite his face. Time would heal his damaged pride, even though every sinew demanded vengeance. By the same token, his Western education had taught him that very often little was gained by following the path of emotional reaction. Time enough to repay Walter Andrews in the future and at his leisure. Meanwhile he had no intention of letting down his facade of damaged pride without getting something in return.

Michelle glowered angrily, first at the Arab and then at her husband, who scratched his chin awkwardly.

"All right, all right, it was a stupid thing to do," Walter admitted, transferring his gaze to the brooding Almahdi. "She's quite right, Your Excellency. I acted like a bloody schoolboy." He slapped the water in front of him and shrugged his shoulders. "What more can I say?"

"Try saying you're sorry, Walter!" Michelle snapped, lowering herself to a sitting position on the edge of the pool. For a moment both men's eyes strayed to the sight of her wide-open vagina as she spread her thighs, seeking a comfortable position to sit. She arranged herself on the side of the little pool so that nothing was hidden from either man's view and Almahdi's massive penis stirred beneath the surface of the water. Opposite him, Walter Andrews licked his lips as his own penis lengthened and thickened.

"Of course I'm sorry!" he said. "It goes without saying." He looked at Almahdi and forced a lopsided grin. "If I could take it back, I would. Surely you know that? Christ Almighty, Almahdi, I thought you'd gone crazy and was about to kill her." He raised both hands out of the water in a placatory gesture. "What would you have done? The woman is a business asset. I can't afford to lose her." He stared at the Arab with a plea for understanding in his eyes.

The Prince nodded. "I accept your concern for the woman, of course, Mr Andrews, and I appreciate that ... er ... perhaps my administrations were ... er ... a little more severe than necessary. Nonetheless, I feel your actions were extreme, to say the least."

"Please ... call me Walter! 'Mr Andrews' sounds like you're talking to a bank manager."

"All right then ... Walter," he said slowly. "But what are you going to do about your black slave? He has broken the wrist of my old servant. Surely some form of recrimination is in order. Jamil is an old man."

Andrews looked across at the robed figure of Jamil and raised an eyebrow. "A very dangerous old man, nonetheless," he replied. He reached up to touch his neck and smiled grimly. "Your 'old man' would have cut my throat if Rafiu hadn't intervened. I realise that Jamil thought he was protecting you; but Rafiu was doing the same for me. I hardly think that I should chastise him unless the same applies to Jamil. Would you say that is fair?" He cocked his head on one side and awaited the Arab's reaction.

The Prince was silent for a moment, his eyes flickering between the open invitation of Michelle's thighs and the questioning look on Walter Andrews' face. His decision to stay in Andrews' good graces had already been made and it was only a matter of how soon he should acquiesce.

The eyes narrowed slightly. "Do I have your word of honour that such a chastisement will take place?" he queried. "Your word that your slave will pay for his indiscretion?"

"My absolute word of honour," said Walter.

"Then I accept your apology without reservation and give you my own. Let us reinstate our friendship from this moment and I in turn, will chastise Jamil when he recovers." The Prince touched his jaw ruefully and managed a strained smile. "You hit like a hammer, Walter," he said ruefully.

Michelle gave an audible sigh of relief, tempered by the thought that Almahdi might immediately demand Janet's services again. She quickly scotched any chance of this by interjecting: "Of course, it's too bad the De Palma woman will be out of commission for a while."

"My fault, not Walter's," Ahmaldi replied agreeably. He looked across at Walter with a smile. "However, I would like to fuck your wife, if that's acceptable?"

For a moment Walter was stunned. The thought of the Arab actually fucking Michelle was a new one. So this was Almahdi's price for continuing their association. Sudden anger filled his mind and he was about to refuse when Michelle answered for him.

"I'd be honoured, Your Highness," she said, a little too enthusiastically for Walter's taste.

Walter Andrews remained silent, not quite sure of his ground, watching jealously as Michelle slipped into the pool and eased her way across to the Arab's side. She licked her lips suggestively and glanced at her husband. "It's the very least I can do in the circumstances," she said with a wink. Her head ducked below the water and Almahdi Al Harith's face lit up as she took his already half-erect penis deep into her mouth.

The suddenness of his wife's action had taken Walter by surprise but his anger faded quickly under the eroticism of the moment. Instead, he grinned a little foolishly at the Prince who was even now reaching under the water to hold Michelle's head in place. Her bottom erupted from the shallow pool and he noted that her fingers were already busily manipulating her clitoris. Goddamn, the little bitch was really enjoying herself!

Michelle's head surfaced for a moment and she grinned briefly at her husband while filling her lungs with air. "He's almost as big as Rafiu," she gasped, just before she was pushed back under the water.

"Enjoy yourself, friend," Walter said jealously and stood up, his penis already wilting back to its normal size.

"That you may count on, Walter," the Arab replied as he pulled a gasping Michelle bodily from the depths to sit her astride his rampant staff.

Michelle gasped as Ahmaldi's massive cock pushed its way into her pussy and began to slide busily in and out. "Oh you big beautiful bastard," she crooned as she reached up to close her mouth gently over his damaged lips in a passionate kiss.

"Fuck it!" Walter Andrews said furiously, climbing out of the pool and walking stiffly away. "Just fuck it, that's all!"

Prince Almahdi's triumphant chuckle was accompanied by frantic splashing sounds as Michelle reached her first climax.

Andrews closed the bathhouse door behind him and made his way to the rest room in moody silence. Water dripped from his body. He opened the door and went inside. He nodded grimly at Rafiu who was gently attending a comatose Janet De Palma's wounds. "How is she?" he grunted, collapsing into a large wicker chair, nursing his anger.

The big Negro shrugged. "She'll be okay as long as we keep His Royal fuckin' Highness away from her," he said quietly, leaning over to smear more soothing ointment on Janet's damaged nipples.

Janet moaned softly but the sleeping pills Rafiu had administered earlier prevented her from returning to a state of full consciousness. Steady breathing followed her moan as she slipped back into a deep sleep.

"You're a bad boy, Rafiu!" Andrews said suddenly, with a grin.

The Negro gave him a puzzled look. "A bad boy?"

"Yes ... a very bad boy!" Andrews leaned forward and smacked him gently on the wrist with his open hand. "There! I promised Almahdi you'd be punished for what you did to Jamil; so consider it done."

Janet moaned softly and attempted to turn on to her side but Rafiu was there to hold her still. He glanced at his employer and shook his head. "You should have let me kill him," he said bitterly.

Walter nodded. "Yes. I've been giving that some thought." He raised a cautionary finger and lowered his voice. "You might be right. He's upstairs right now fucking Michelle!"

Rafiu couldn't resist a grin at the outrage in Andrews' voice. "I didn't think you minded that?"

Andrews reddened. "Mind? Of course I mind. He's only doing it to slight me." He looked at Rafiu helplessly. "And the bitch is enjoying it; that's what makes it worse!"

Rafiu stood up, his powerful body seeming to fill the room. "Maybe I should kill him now ... and that slimy Jamil," he growled.

Andrews raised a hand and shook his head. "No! Not yet! Bide your time, Rafiu! I'll tell you when. Right now, a lot of people know he's here and I don't want a bunch of Arab hitmen knocking on the door at the same time as the police." He grinned at the huge Negro. "All in good time. All in good time." The grin faded. "Meanwhile, I suppose my wife will be bouncing up and down on that big Arab cock for a while yet." He stood up with a grunt. "Just keep an eye on the girl for now! If you see Almahdi, try to be polite, for Christ's sake!"

Rafiu nodded. "Whatever you say, boss. Just give me the word when you want him finished."

"All in good time, Rafiu," Andrews patted him reassuringly on the forearm and walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

Rafiu pulled a long face. Trouble was on the way and both he and Janet were going to be right in the centre of it. He dropped down into a chair beside the sleeping form and closed his eyes. A little sleep would certainly not go amiss.