CHAPTER 1

 

The hotel suite seemed filled with people as Kirsten Barrister sipped her wine and made it appear as if she was listening intently to the oil minister from Kuwait. "Your father helped us re-establish the flow of oil out of our nation after the invasion by Iraq," explained the man dressed in the flowing white robes. "If it was not for him, and his patient and unlimited resources, my government might have required years to repair our installations."

"Well thank you," Kirsten told the group of men before she tossed her head and allowed her shoulder length black hair to frame her attractive face. "And I want to relay a thank you from my father for allowing us to both compete and secure the contract for brokering all of the oil flowing from Kuwait during the next five years. My sisters and I will do everything we can to develop our company's business relationship with your government."

"We realize that your father has trained you and your sisters Racquel and Taylor very well," replied the man as he studied the young woman's breasts, which her low cut dress exposed to the group. "I and my oil ministers are very confident that we will have a long and prosperous business relationship with our organization."

"Please excuse me," said Kirsten when the telephone in the suite began ringing. Kirsten Barrister was thirty-four years old and the oldest of three intelligent and beautiful sisters. Their grandfather established an oil brokerage business fifty years earlier, and their father inherited it and expanded the business relationships. Immediately after college, each of the three women joined their father in the company's corporate headquarters in New York City, where he began training them. The women were now known as perceptive business partners, who used both their business skills, and outgoing personalities, to secure lucrative oil contracts world wide.

"Hello," said Kirsten after she lifted the telephone. She smiled when she recognized her father's voice. "Hi daddy. We just signed the contracts. You control all of the oil flowing out of Kuwait. It's going to be worth billions of dollars." Kirsten paused and listened to her father speaking. As she did, she pulled down her short black dress when she realized many of men were staring at her long legs. "I understand. We're leaving for New York in the morning. Bye dad."

Kirsten nodded at her sister Racquel as she sat with five men who were members of the government of Kuwait. The thirty-two year old woman sat on a chair with her long legs crossed and exposed by a short white dress. Racquel spent two hours a day in the gym after work, and she was proud of her well-exercised and firm body. She told the men, "I'll speak to my human resources director as soon as I get back to New York. I'm sure that we can hire another eight hundred men to help load oil onto the tankers. I don't see that being a problem for my company." A few of the men smiled and admired Racquel's attractive face, and her long reddish brown hair, which rested on the front of her dress.

Kirsten's other sister, Taylor, sat in another area of the suite with a group of business men attempting to secure work from her company. One of the men said, "You and your sisters negotiated very professionally. You worked your nearest competitor, Farida Ghada out of the bidding as soon as it opened. You should be very proud of yourselves."

Taylor's face seemed to flush with embarrassment, and she brushed back her long brown hair. "That was easy. We were very prepared."

"You should be very careful," warned the man. "Farida is a powerful and dangerous man."

"I'm not worried," replied Taylor before she smiled at him. "This is only business, and no one should take it personally." She lifted her glass of champagne and toasted the business deal with the men.

At midnight, the last of the guests walked out of the suite and Taylor closed the door. "I'm exhausted," she said as she stepped out of her high heel shoes.

"So am I," replied Kirsten as she fell back and onto the couch.

When she heard a knock on the door, Taylor said, "It's probably the transportation minister. I think he wants to sleep with Racquel tonight."

"Not a chance," replied her sister. "I want to sleep alone and go home in the morning. I need a few days in the spa to recover from these past fourteen days in Kuwait."

Taylor opened the door and stepped aside when the hotel staff pushed carts into the suite to clear the dishes and remaining food. The women discussed their business deal as the twelve men cleaned around them. Several minutes later, two of the men suddenly fell onto each of the three women. They grabbed the women's arms pressed them firmly to their sides. Another man quickly covered each of the women's mouths with their hands.

"Do not struggle or scream," warned one of the men. "If you do, you will be hurt. Do you agree?"

After the terrified sisters nodded, one of the men moved his hand away from Kirsten's mouth. She immediately said, "We have a lot of money with us. You can have all of it. Please, take it and leave us alone." Kirsten's eyes opened wide with shock when a man standing behind her suddenly moved a long silk scarf in front of her face. He slipped it into her open mouth to form a tight gag, before he tied the ends behind her head.

"What are you doing?" cried Taylor when the man pulled his hand from her mouth. That was the only question she could ask before another men put a silk gag into her mouth and tied it behind her head. Then the men gagged Racquel in the same manner.

The women appeared terrified after the men pulled them to their feet. As a man pulled each woman's arms behind her back, another bound their arms together with a long scarf that he tied around their wrists.

After they secured all of the women's wrists, the men released their grips on their arms. The three women looked at one another and moaned, attempting to plead with the men. When they heard a knock on the door of the suite, one of the men opened it. An American woman with short red hair, wearing a black business suit, walked into the suite carrying a briefcase.

"They are all very beautiful," said the woman as she studied the three sisters. "I think this is going to be very interesting." The woman placed her briefcase on a table and opened it. The sisters began moaning when they saw three large silver metal syringes nested inside the padded case.

"What is your pleasure Alexis?" one of the men asked the women. "Where do you want the women?"

"Bend them over the back of the couch. I'll administer the sedative to each of them there." Alexis pulled one of the syringes out of the case and everyone saw the long and thin metal probe extending from the end, in place of a needle. Attached to the tip of the probe was a rounded piece of metal, approximately the size of a pea.

The men pushed Taylor behind the couch while she moaned and resisted. She struggled and kicked as the men pushed her shoulders forward, and over the back of the couch. Several men grasped her arms and bent her further over the couch until her face touched the seat. Another man grasped a handful of her long brown hair and pushed her face into one of the plush pillows to silence her.

Everyone heard Taylor's muffled screams after one of them men pulled the hem of her tight, short dress, up and onto her back. Moments later, his fingers slipped into the waistband of her panties. With one pull of the material, he slid the black lace panties down to Taylor's knees. Her sisters appeared terrified as they watched the activity. They heard their sister's anguished cries as they become louder after two men spread the cheeks of her firm ass with their hands. Alexis stepped behind the couch after she lubricated the metal probe extending from the syringe. She smiled when the silk gag muffled Taylor's screams as she pressed the metal knob at the end of the probe against the woman's tight anal opening.

Taylor struggled and squealed as Alexis pushed the syringe forward and the pea shaped rounded tip of the probe slid through the restrained woman's anal passage. Alexis pushed the syringe forward until the tip slipped between the firm cheeks of Taylor's ass. Then she began pushing forward on the plunger of the syringe.