She began to squirm, hoping to free herself from her captors, but discovered in dismay that she was tied up. Katherine fought the urge to panic and stifled her intuitive desire to scream, and instead began to wriggle herself into an upright position. One of the men noticed and moved lankly toward her. It was the same man whose ugly face had sneered down at her before she had been abducted. Her eyes widened with fear when he pulled out a knife and circled it against his fingertip in front of her face.
“You do funny thing and we cut you,” the man said, his broken English caked by a heavy accent. “If you don't behave, you get hurt. Understand?”
She nodded, realizing suddenly that she was gagged and unable to speak. The man seemed satisfied at his intimidation tactic and returned to the other two men. They began conversing in Russian again and seemed to completely forget about her. She looked around, weighing her options. If she stood, she may stand the chance of running. But it was likely that they had guns and wouldn't be afraid to use them on her. Besides that, she would have to remove the rope that was binding her legs and hands together to be of any use at all. It seemed as if she was stuck there.
She fought the urge to cry, wishing desperately that somebody would notice she was missing soon.
***
Dirk grabbed his handgun and headed out the door. He could vaguely recall the direction he thought the voice had come from, and so he took a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly, willing himself to go in the right direction. He hadn't even bothered to dress, or even slip on shoes for that matter, but he was confident he would come to no harm. He knew the island inside and out, and although he had his own estate on the other side of the world, as far as he was concerned, this was his home. It was where he had grown up.
A gentle wind blew his long hair back, and he noticed it was blowing in the direction he thought he had heard the man's laughter. He took it as a sign, and on good faith headed in that direction. He hadn't even bothered to dress or slip on shoes. He pointed the gun out ahead of him and began marching steadily through the foliage.
He saw a quick movement ahead of him and tensed up, peering deeply into the darkness. The leaves rustled and he aimed his gun steadily, ready to fire. A large hare hopped out and bounded away into the darkness, and he lowered the gun in relief. He would much rather go in for a sneak attack. He had learned a long time ago how to move quietly through the island, virtually undetectable, and had every intention of utilizing this technique to his advantage.
Finally, he heard a hushed voice in the distance and stopped moving so he could hone in on it. It was a deep, masculine voice. It sounded taunting, and he suddenly heard the pitiful squeals of a woman in distress. But not just any woman. The woman who had been on his mind day in and day out since the moment he met her. His blood reached its boiling point, and he lifted the gun firmly, ready to aim with intent to kill.
Dirk crept slowly in the dark, moving to a better vantage point. He saw three men, two of whom were off in the distance, speaking conspiratorially together, and the other who was kneeling in front of Katherine, dragging a blade lightly over her flesh. She winced and tried to squirm away, but she was tied up and unable to escape. This sent Dirk over the edge. He aimed his gun and prepared to fire.
Chapter 13
Katherine pulled away from the disgusting man. He had begun to fixate on her, and the other two men simply let him. They continued their deep conversation, ignoring her cries of pain and squeals of protest. The man—she thought she had heard him referred to as Pasha—was dragging his knife across her flesh, lightly at first, and then harder and harder until it began to break through her skin. She was doing her best not to scream, which was obviously what he was hoping for, when suddenly a loud gunshot rang throughout the island.
One of the men by the trees fell to the ground, blood seeping through his green sweater. Katherine's eyes widened in disbelief as Dirk leapt out of the foliage with a gun drawn and shot the other man near the trees. It happened so swiftly that she hadn't even had a chance to respond. Suddenly, Dirk was in front of them, his half-naked body glimmering in the moonlight. His chest heaved up and down, and she was captivated by the primal fire in his eyes. His body moved languidly, like a panther about to strike, and he held the barrel of the gun against Pasha's head.
Katherine flinched backward and closed her eyes, sure she was going to have the man's blood and guts all over her soon, but nothing happened. She opened her eyes again as Dirk glowered down at Pasha.
“Drop the knife,” he demanded.
Pasha's hand shook violently, and he sat the knife gingerly on the ground.
“Kick it over to me,” Dirk said, his silver eyes hard and ruthless.
Pasha did as he was told, and Dirk bent over to pick up the knife. He made his way around Pasha, keeping his gun drawn on him as he moved, and knelt beside Katherine to examine the wounds on her arm.
“Death is too good for you,” Dirk sneered, gripping the knife tightly.
He dropped the gun and pounced, unleashing the whole of his fury on the ugly man, who sobbed like a child beneath him. Katherine watched, both captivated and horrified, until Dirk finally released him. When she looked at Pasha, her eyes widened. On his chest, a familiar symbol had been etched into Pasha's chest, bloody and pronounced. It was Dirk's business logo.
“You're never getting anywhere near my intel, and you better stop trying before none of you are left. Understood? Now take your friends out of here and never come back.”
Pasha paled and nodded. Dirk untied Katherine and lifted her to her feet, and they watched as Pasha's small boat sailed away.
Chapter 14
Dirk's silver eyes filled with concern as he held her wounded arm gently in his hands. He had led her directly into his bedroom, bellowing that he had taken care of everything and that everybody could return to sleep. The staff breathed a collective sigh of relief and headed to their rooms, leaving the manor empty of all noise. All that could be heard was Dirk as he bustled around in his private bathroom, looking for medical supplies.
He sat her on his bed and gently cleaned and bandaged the wound on her arm. He had a surprisingly light touch when he chose to, and she found herself blushing as he fawned over her as if she were the thing he most cherished on all the island. The unexpected tenderness from him re-ignited the forbidden but passionate flame that he ignited so primally within her. Her dazzling green eyes settled on him as he put the finishing touches on the wrap.
She allowed her eyes to roam his muscular body as he admired his handiwork. He had rescued her in nothing but his boxers, and Katherine's eyes settled on the pronounced bulge between his legs. He grinned his cocky grin at her, and she blushed and shook her head. He looked at her, suddenly serious. He could have lost her. Thankfully, no harm had come to her. His feelings were powerful, and real. Anything keeping him from expressing them was silly. It didn't matter whether some piece of paper claimed they were related. Dirk defied tradition and always would. This was his life, and fuck what anybody else thought about it.
He stood and loomed over her, his pensive gaze consuming her and setting every nerve in her body on fire. He kissed her hard, relishing in the sweet taste of her tongue before she pushed him away, obviously tortured by the label society had tacked onto them. He gripped her unharmed arm and pulled her up roughly, curling her into his strong body. She was overwhelmed by the desire his erection inspired in her and unable to fight her desire any longer. She moaned as his lips roamed her neck and found her clavicle, his erection pressing firmly against the thin fabric of her silk nightgown.
He lowered her onto his bed, and she was surrounded by the spicy scent of his cologne once again. This time it was everywhere, all around her, just like his touch, his hands, his lips. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure as he freed himself from the confines of his boxers and slipped her panties down, laying his full length against her leg and gently teasing her open, until she was frantic with pleasure. She gripped his back hard, a
nd he buried his face in her neck as he slipped himself inside. They moaned together as the warmth of their bodies merged, and they made love late into the night, their soft grunts of pleasure resonating privately in the manor.
***
When their parents returned from their honeymoon, the pair was miserable. Katherine's mother accused him of cheating, and he had accused her of being a gold-digging tramp. Katherine and Dirk watched the fight, exchanging secret glances of amusement. They had both been right about their parents. And even though it was exhausting to live with them, at least something good had come of it. Dirk and Katherine had found each other.
THE END
Taken by Aliens
Cynthia Wilde
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Table of Contents
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Epilogue
Chapter one
It all started, really, with me just innocently writing a letter to my parents. I was doing it old school style, putting pen to paper. I used to find that that felt pretty good sometimes. My parents were pretty low tech and had never gotten into computers or any of that technology. I don’t even think they owned a TV after I moved out. Anyhow, I digress.
“Kiley, will you hurry up.” That was my best friend Jennifer, and at that moment she was wearing a white leather skirt with a black top that really didn’t leave all that much to the imagination. If I were to have gone all lezzie, I might have considered getting with her. She was the ultimate blond bombshell with the kind of tits that defy gravity to boot. I couldn’t blame her for wanting to show off, because if I had had those kinds of looks, I would have been flaunting them as well. “I put out an outfit for you. I know that you don’t have much and most of it is just jeans and shorts. The only dress you own is this white number that looks like it should be used for Sunday Services.”
“Well, everyone can’t have a stripper’s wardrobe. Anyhow, I’ll be right with you. You know that I’m not very comfortable with social engagements. I don’t even know how you convinced me, but now that I said I’m going, you’re going to have to give me a little bit of time to finish this letter to my parents. And by the way, the dress you’re talking about is, in fact, for church.” I saw her shaking her head in disbelief, her long blond hair fanning out over her shoulders as she rolled her eyes.
“I convinced you because you have been working too hard and now that finals are over, you need to get out and do something. This is your time to blow off some steam, maybe find some guy to take back to your room and do unspeakable things to. I know the way that you have been looking at Brian. If I had a chance, I would be putting my teeth marks into his fine ass myself.” She was blunt and to the point and there was a part of me that wished that I could be just like her. But the truth was that she saw right through me. Even though I was a little shy I really did want to just get laid. I hoped it wasn’t that obvious. Maybe it was written across my forehead so that every guy on the quad could see that I was a sexually repressed woman just looking to get some. “You can’t fool me, Kiley. You’ve been undressing him with your eyes for weeks now. It’s time that you took the bull by the horns – or by something else -and got on him already.”
With that little pep talk, I finished up the letter, put it into an envelope and sealed it. I’d drop it in the mail on the way to the party. My parents might have been old school, but I had to admit there was something nice about getting an old fashioned letter in the mail once in a while.
I had left my hometown in Wisconsin and at this point was in, what to me, was the big city of San Diego, California. It was a culture shock to say the least, but at least I had Jennifer to show me the lay of the land. She had been a godsend from the moment that I had met her as my freshman roommate.
I took off my customary gray sweat pants and hung them on a chair nearby. I looked at the outfit that she had picked from her closet for me and it made me gasp with a sort of surprise. “You can’t possibly think that I’m going to wear something like this.” It was a little black dress that looked like a piece of tissue paper. I picked it up and looked at it, questioningly. Despite my misgivings, it was the feel of the material that sealed the deal for me. “I’ll wear it, but I don’t know how I feel about putting myself on display like this.” It wasn’t until I put it on and stood in front of the mirror and saw how good I looked, that I relaxed into my new image.
I stood and admired my 5 ‘6, 120 pound body. I had curves in all the right places and dark hair that stretched all the way down to the small of my back. My breasts were not huge by any means, but they were a nice handful at least, and I had never had any complaints. In fact, I’d noticed the way that the guys looked at me and I guess I really did make a pretty picture in the blue jeans I normally wore. I always heard catcalls and whistles as I walked across the quad to class. But guys would whistle at anything it seemed sometimes. Usually I tried to put my head down and not show how embarrassed I was by the attention. In reality though a part of me loved it. The guys here were actually pretty respectful as they did their best to keep their sexual ardor to themselves. I had never had that kind of attention back home though, and it did take a little getting used to.
“Kiley, I only wish that you were still a virgin. Brian would have been perfect for your first time. He is such a sweetheart. But, to be honest, I guess I would be surprised if you’d told me that you still were.” I thought that was sort of weird thing to say, but whatever. I had lost my virginity to a guy back in my hometown when I was 17. It was clumsy and awkward and it was hardly the experience I had been hoping for. I imagined that it never was for anyone though. Probably not for girls or guys. It was over within 30 seconds, and left me feeling dirty and wanting a whole lot more than just those 30 seconds. “It doesn’t matter; I still think you need to get with Brian. I am sure he’ll be good in the sack.”
“I don’t even wanna know how you are so sure of that, Jennifer.” She was a bit of a slut, but I did enjoy hearing about her exploits. I am sure that they fed the desires and fantasies that I was repressing. When she talked about the sex she had had I could practically feel my panties heating up. When she regaled me with stories I would put myself into them as if it had happened to me. Sometimes I would go back over them when I was lying in bed at night. I would rub my pussy as I would imagine that it was me that was getting fucked over a pool table or by the hot jock in the locker room. I loved to fantasize.
“I know, because a friend of mine told me that he’s amazing in bed. She said he really made her feel incredible. You know, it wasn’t just about him getting off. She said he wants a woman to feel like she is loved and cared for in the bedroom. That’s what she said, at least.” I didn’t think that was even possible. I thought all men were the same and just wanted one thing. Of course I wanted sex just like everyone else, but I was hoping for a little bit more substance than just a one night stand could provide. “I know for a fact that he likes you, because some of my guy friends have told me so. I guess he’s been talking about you.” This was the first time that I had been hearing any of this and to say that I was intrigued was an understatement.
I looked at myself one last time and then I turned to Jennifer with a smile “What the fuck, let’s go see if I can’t find Brian and put a smile on his face. If this dress doesn’t get his attention, then I don’t know what will.” In the right light, you could practically see through the sheer material. It made me feel like I was walking around naked and I kind of liked it. There was something freeing about it. It reminded me of putting on some really high heels. It was dar
ing but I just felt kind of sexy-powerful or something. I realized the whole move away from my small town was really allowing me to transform. After I finished a few spins in front of the mirror with a laugh, we headed downstairs and started to cross the green towards the fraternity house. I dropped the letter off along the way, just as I had told myself I would. It was nice to be able to send something home from so far away, even if it was just a little letter.
The party was already in full swing and you could both feel as well as hear the pumping of the music in the distance as we approached. I noticed a bunch of guys hauling in what must have been half a dozen kegs at a side door. There were jocks and brains and even a few nerds, all mixed up screaming and yelling and basically just having a lot of fun. Everyone was just blowing off steam after midterms. Despite my earlier misgivings, I started to look forward to letting it all hang out myself. I was a bit more relaxed than usual, but still maybe a little nervous. I vacillated between feeling embarrassed and empowered in the slinky dress. Sometimes I wished I could just get out of my own skin and try on somebody else’s, like Jennifer’s, for a while. Maybe then I might have a chance at some semblance of a love life, I thought.
“I’m telling you, you’re going to knock Brian’s socks off. There won’t be a woman in that room that’s going to hold a candle to you. Kiley, you may not know this, but you are quite the dish. You have always been hot…but in that dress, forget it. He won’t stand a chance. You have the kind of body that any man would want to be with - and that any woman would be jealous of. I’m not one of them, so don’t get any ideas, but I know there are a lot of women that have expressed interest in you as well. And I don’t mean as a friend. I don’t think I have to spell it out for you.” I don’t care what she was saying, it sure sounded like she was hitting on me. I really didn’t know what to believe from her. I had no idea if it was true that women found me attractive or if I was indeed being coveted by some of the lipstick lesbians on campus. I guess that was possible. Maybe someday I would give that a whirl I thought. That was an idea I could at least entertain. I couldn’t even come close to imagining being with the “butch” types though. I think that’s what they called them, anyway.
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