Sapphic Frozen Touch

by Barbara Downey

  Chapter 2

  My head felt as if it had been run over by a truck. It ached at a spot in the back and, as my eyes fluttered open, it took me a moment to recall what had happened to us at the gym. My sight was bleary, taking some time to clear up and as I took in my surroundings, I realized that we were locked up in a small room. Next to me was Maya and another older woman that I did not recognize at first, until she groaned. Camille Daniels was the owner of the exclusive gym that we had gone to. She also happened to be one of the most enterprising women in the city and I had always admired her. She was in her mid-forties, although it was very hard to tell since she knew how to take care of her body. Camille had flawless skin and a very shapely body. Her brown eyes complimented her blonde locks and bronze skin, making her look even sexier. I must admit that there were many times that I had wished I had a body like hers. She was always dressed in tight, sexy outfits that hugged her body, showing off curves that would make any woman green with envy.

  “Camille?” I found myself saying absentmindedly as I rubbed the spot behind my head where they had hit me.

  “Cornelia, don’t tell me that they got you guys too?” she said, fluttering awake.

  “What is going on here?” my heart was beating with fright.

  “That’s what I would like to know too,” Maya said, also looking like she had just come to.

  “I'm not really sure, but I have a feeling that we have been kidnapped,” Camille said after giving it some thought.

  “What? Why?” I was now more alert than ever, fear gripping me. “And where are we?”

  “These two men came to the gym today demanding that I give them money. I didn’t have any cash there and since they were holding a gun to my head, I showed them the safe. It contained just a couple thousand dollars and they did not seem satisfied, telling me that they were going to kidnap my clients and ask for ransom.”

  “And what happened to the other staff at the gym, Paolo, the guards, receptionists and all?” I cut her short.

  “I'm not sure but I think that the thugs must have entered the gym unknown and somehow kidnapped them too, locking them up somewhere,” Camille continued.

  “Whoa, this all sounds like some bad dream,” Maya said. “Any idea where we are, because this is definitely not the gym?”

  I had to agree that this was not any of the buildings at the gym. We were locked up in what seemed like some small cabin of sorts and at times it felt as if the cabin was moving. As I struggled into a sitting position, I realized that our hands and feet were bound and immobilized. We were all bundled onto some waterproof mats on the floor and there was a strong stench of stale fish.

  “I have no idea. I think that they must have drugged us before bringing us here,” I could tell that Camille was just as confused as we were.

  “Well, I guess that is the first thing that we have to find out: where we are,” I said, suddenly taking charge. I had always loved reading and watching mystery movies and I guess that’s why my brain got moving. “You mentioned that they were two men, right? And from what I saw, one of them is a pretty muscular man. The chances are that they both are, which means that tackling them will be completely out of the question.”

  “Don’t tell me that you are thinking of pulling a ‘Prison Break’ here,” Maya’s voice was filled with fear and she seemed to be trembling.

  “I'm just trying to weigh our options here and, yes, if the chance does occur, we will escape. Now, the first thing that we need to know is to find out how many they are and where we are,” I said, remembering a John Grisham book that I had read.

  “And how are we going to do that?” Camille asked. She was sitting against the wall directly opposite me and I noticed that my dress had parted precariously as her eyes drifted underneath it. Dammit, I was never going to go running around without underwear ever again. I wondered what our kidnappers would do if they found out that I was naked underneath, if they hadn’t already. They would probably end up raping me. I shifted my legs slightly, hiding my nakedness.

  “Shh, I think I can hear voices coming from outside the trap door,” Maya said, pointing her chin at the trap door above us.

  “Act like you are still passed out. That way we might get to find out a thing or two about our situation,” I said, closing my eyes and staying very still just as the trap door began to open.

  “Are them bitches still out?” a gruff voice asked.

  “Yeah. I don’t understand why they aren’t yet awake. I hope that you didn’t overdose them,” came the voice of the guy we had met in the aerobics room.

  “Nuh! I gave them just as you had instructed, boss.”

  “Well, they are going to have to wake up soon so that we can get their details and demand ransom from their millionaire husbands or parents. They seem too young and sexy to be married,” I felt my heart turning up a notch as I heard both of them men descending into the room.

  “Well, it has already been almost two hours, boss. What should we do?” the first man asked.

  “I'm going back to the city but I'm going to leave you here to watch over them. I need to get them some food and water to eat because we don’t want them dying before we get paid. I'm going to take the speedboat. I don’t think that they are going to escape or anything since we’re in the middle of the ocean, but I expect you to watch over them closely,” the muscled guy said as they began shuffling back up the ladder.

  “I got this, boss. Just don’t take too long because they might wake up soon and I won’t know what to do.”

  “At times I really wonder why I work with such a brainless nut like you. Just wait for me to get back and do nothing.”

  We heard the trap door snapping shut and I opened my eyes. Camille and Maya both seemed to be trembling and Maya had even turned a little pale.

  “The road is clear guys, they’re gone,” I whispered as they opened their eyes.

  “Holy Moses, did you hear those guys? We might be on some sort of island or something,” Maya said.

  “I don’t actually think so. I think that these guys have us on some sort of boat. I think that would explain the stench of fish,” I said to her.

  We sat there quietly, each one of us engrossed in their own thoughts. If we had been out for two hours, it meant that we couldn’t be very far off the mainland. At the same time, if they had flown us to where we were, we could possibly be very far from home. I was filled with fear but could not afford to show it. Right now, what I needed to do was to think positively and try to figure a way out of this. It was clear that Maya and Camille were not going to do that. It was not long before we heard the sounds of an engine roaring to life. The men exchanged some words and then the engines roared away.

  “Looks like that’s the ‘boss’ heading off,” I said, almost to myself. “This is our only chance; we need to free ourselves.”

  “Cornelia, our hands and legs are all tied, how do you expect us to do that?” Camille asked, shifting slightly and giving me a generous view of her red panties. Despite the situation that we were in, I couldn’t help but notice how her pussy lips pressed tightly onto the fabric. I slowly tore my eyes away from there, feeling a strange stirring within my own loins.

  “I think that I know of a way that we can free ourselves. This makes me appreciate the martial arts classes that my mom forced me to go to when I was fourteen.” I looked at Maya, who was right next to me. “We need to sit back to back so that we can try and untie each other’s hands. Come on.”

  It was a struggle moving around so that Maya and I had our backs together, but we finally managed to do it. I reached for her wrists and tried to figure out how they had been bound. If these guys were professionals, then it was going to be pretty hard figuring out the pattern that they had used. After fidgeting with Maya's for some time, I finally managed to get one strand loose. From there, it was a breeze untying her binds.

  “There, I think that you're now free. Quickly untie your feet and then untie us,” I said to her urgently, feeli
ng her hesitance. “Maya, this is not the right time to be afraid, come on.”

  “Goodness, I can't believe that any of this is real. I feel like this is all some sort of nightmare.”

  She finally managed to get us all untied and it was a relief to stretch my limbs.

  “Alright, Cornelia, what next?” Camille was standing right in front of me; I could feel her warm breath against my flesh. My eyes moved over her lips. They were plastered in red lipstick, making them look fuller and more kissable. As I looked into her eyes she swallowed.

  “This guy who stayed, do you have any idea what he looks like? Is he as strong-looking as the other guy?” I asked quickly. I think this whole abduction thing was really having some weird effect on me because I could not understand why I was reacting this way towards Camille. The older lady had always been a sexy woman, in my view, but I had never thought of her sexually, the way that I was at that moment. Maybe it was because of the way that I had caught her staring at my nakedness earlier.

  “I don’t know. Everything seemed to happen so quickly,” Camille said.

  “At least try and remember something. It could be our gate pass out of this place,” I prompted her, placing my hand on her shoulder and squeezing it. She trembled, sending a tremor down to my very core.

  “Well, one of them had a gun; that guy was huge and rude. The other, I think, was medium sized. I'm not very sure because the rude guy is the one that seemed to talk the most. I don’t know. Maybe we should just wait for them to ask your husband for ransom and we’ll be out of here before we know it.”

  “That’s not an option.” I knew Pierre well and, just like all of his French friends that I had met, I knew that he was never going to give in. He would rather hire the whole FBI to come looking for us than give money that wasn’t earned. “We need to get out of here and I'm sure that we can do it.”

  On the upper deck I heard footsteps. “Pretend that you're all still bound up. I think that the guy is coming back here to check on us. If I can, I'm going to launch an attack.”

  As we all resumed our positions, I wondered if the guy was armed. Chances were that he was, which could only complicate things. I had, however, figured out a way to get his attention.

  Chapter 3

  I heard him coming down the ladder. I opened my eyes slightly to check him out through; my eyelashes, his legs slowly came into view as he made his way down the ladder. Further up I could see that he had a medium build body and a firearm in one hand. When he got down, he looked around at us. Everyone was playing dead until my plan kicked into motion. Pretending that I was still out cold, I shifted slightly, parting my legs slightly in the process and giving him a view of what lay beneath my skirt. My legs looked like they were bound at the ankles, but my knees parted. I groaned in the process and then continued feigning my sleep. Through my eyelashes, I saw the way that he took notice of me. He swallowed hard as he leaned down, setting the gun down on the ground and moving closer to me.

  The man lifted my skirt a little higher and seemed to study my pussy. I felt his hand moving over my bare crotch. The tip of his thumb flicked the tip of my clit and I had to hold myself back from repulsing. He then began leaning his head closer to my crotch to sniff me in, which is when I snapped my knees locked. His head got stuck in between my thighs, my knees locking tightly against his neck.

  “Maya, get the gun,” I said as Camille got up suddenly and hit the guy in the back of his head with all her might.

  Maya grabbed the gun and pointed it at the man as I split my legs and kicked his chin before he could react. I sent him flying to a corner of the room as I got up quickly. I took the gun from Maya.

  “On your knees and your hands behind your head. One wrong move and you're dead,” I said in a cold voice.

  He looked like he could not believe what had just happened. I felt like I was the star in some action movie as I cocked the revolver, aiming it at him. He got onto his knees, putting his hands behind his head.

  “You are making a terrible mistake,” he said.

  “Shut up. You are the ones that made a big mistake by messing around with the wrong bitches,” I said, my foot connecting with his chin so hard, it tossed him against the wall. “Camille, tie him up.”

  With the gun aimed at him, I hustled over and frisked him. I was glad for the karate lessons that I had taken as a teenager because they had also taught me how to handle guns in times of danger. Camille came up with the binds that the thugs had used on us. She then proceeded to tie the man’s hands by the wrists behind his back.

  “Here, let me see if you’ve done it right,” I said to the older woman, pushing her aside and looking at the bind.

  I adjusted the binding a little, making it harder for the thug to undo, before I helped Camille tie up his legs.

  “Alright,” I said, pointing the gun at the thug. “I really don’t give a shit about who you are so I could kill you in an instant. Who are you and where are we?”

  I looked at the man squarely in the eyes as he turned away from me. Noting his resistance, I moved the gun back and swung the butt against his chin, almost thinking that I had broken his jaw when he screamed in pain.

  “I'm gonna ask this just one more time,” I said as I released the hammer of the gun.

  “Please, spare me. This was all Spencer’s plan. He’s the one that planned for us to rob the gym and, when there was no money, decided to kidnap you when you came along. I'm really sorry, this was not my plan.”

  “Where are we?” Camille seemed to have gotten her courage back, slapping the man across his cheek.

  “Spencer ordered me to steal a yacht so that we could take you guys offshore while we wait for the ransom from your people. We are about an hour and a half out but hidden in the bay of a private island,” he said quickly. Sweat had broken off his forehead and was rolling down his face. That could mean that the man was actually frightened and was actually telling the truth.

  “Alright, guys, we have to figure our way out of this place before the so called ‘Spencer’ comes back,” I said.

  I began making my way up the ladder to the open trap door with the other two right behind me. As I looked down, I realized that Maya's face was right under my skirt and she must have been looking upwards. I felt her breath against the flesh of my inner thighs and it sent a tingle through my body, lighting up my most sensitive spots. I tried to ignore the feelings that were sweeping through my body. One thing was certain, there was something about this whole kidnapping that had my body reacting in the strangest of ways. I had never thought that I could get turned on by other women but right now I was being turned on just by having Camille and Maya so close to me.

  As we all stepped onto the deck of the yacht, we all looked around. The yacht seemed to have docked next to an island or something. There was nothing apart from the island for miles, except the sea. There were sea gulls circling the skies but no sign of human habitation.

  “Secure the lock of the deck so that the crook does not escape and catch us off guard,” I said to Maya.

  “You wanna know something, Maya? I thought that I knew everything about you all of our lives but this is a new part of you that I'm seeing,” she said as she clicked the lock shut and stood upright to look at me with awe.

  “Well, I also didn’t realize that I was this brave. Now, let’s figure out how to drive this thing out of here or we’ll get get caught again,” I said, facing the stern of the deck, where steering was. We climbed up the stairs to the cockpit and from there we began trying to figure out how to fire up the engines.

  “This thing doesn’t look very hard to drive. It pretty much resembles a car,” Maya said. She turned a key in the ignition and powerful engines roared to life.

  “Bingo, now, we had better get the hell out of here before the other guy gets back,” Camille said, reaching for what looked like the throttle and pushing it forward.

  The huge yacht began moving forward and the harder she pressed, the faster that it moved.
Camille managed to steer the yacht out of the bay and through a creek. I studied the map on the navigation screen, trying to figure out where we were.

  “I think I'm beginning to enjoy this,” Camilla said as we zoomed into the open sea. “Only problem is that I have no idea where the fuck we are.”

  The wind was blowing her locks back in a sexy way and her dress pressed into her body showing off her breasts. As the yacht moved against the sun, the reflection shone through her dress and I realized that she was wearing a light, see-through material. The silhouette of her body showed through her dress and I even thought that I could see the outline of her lower lips against her thong. I forced myself back to the reality and tried to study the navigation map. I placed a finger over our current spot and then put another one on the spot where Miami was. We could not afford to go back there directly since we just might bump into Spencer. The only way out would be for us to take a diversion to some nearby islands and hope that they did not have any rocks underwater that could ruin the bottom of the boat.

  “Here is what we are going to do,” I said, explaining my plan to Camille and Maya.

  Chapter 4

  “Are you sure that we are going to be safe here?” Maya asked as we walked around the island.

  “I don’t think that Spencer would dare to venture this far out on a speedboat. He would be going on a death ride; it’s way too dangerous in this current,” I said to her, reassuringly. “Right now we need to find a place to put up a fire to keep us warm. Hopefully, someone might spot the flames and smoke and come to our rescue.