by Ruby Madden
Max was already well-acquainted with her profile – just as he was with all of Sir Cardiff’s staff. Max had a rare quality that Sir Cardiff had sought him out for. He was asexual. It allowed him to remain utterly neutral and professional in his interest in managing security for his employer. Especially since Sir Cardiff and Queen’s households often intermingled. This was how Max was equally acquainted with Todd’s profile and former CIA service before going private.
For Max, human sexual relations was highly amusing and very much curious. Often like a strange carnival with a theme he could never totally grasp. Other than his own self-pleasure, he could care less what most other people did sexually, as long as they didn’t harm anyone or violate a person’s choice in the matter.
He took a long drag on his cigarette, a big gulp of coffee from his thermos and waited patiently. His backup was in position. His scout, equally so.
It would seem that Todd was keeping her in one spot, probably to maintain a low profile. The less activity, the less chance of being noticed. Too bad Todd wasn’t aware of the tracking tag that had been put in her jacket. A tactic that Max was in the habit of doing. He’d often tagged frequently worn items such as shoes, watches and coats or purses with such devices. Thankfully, they’d never been needed – until now.
He only ever monitored the maids’ comings and goings if their habits became unusual or fell outside of the range of their normal activities. He was the first to know when a maid was consorting with those who might bring harm to Sir Cardiff, the Manor, or the other maids. It was much easier to finesse them if he could get right to the point and explain why they needed to be more discreet or more careful or what not.
Most of the time, he’d be able to sit down with a new maid within a week or two of her taking up residence at the Manor, but since Sir Cardiff had been pulled away for family reasons and security forces were spread out across two continents, Max hadn’t had the opportunity yet to meet with Celeste and explain his role and the purpose of the tracking devices. He and Anna had decided that until they could explain it to her, they wouldn’t let her know that the tracking devices were being attached to her often-worn clothing items, such as her jacket. Easy to do when pretty much her entire wardrobe had been switched out for new clothes.
One of the challenges to this waiting game was retrieving Celeste before she even left the apartment that Todd had her holed up in. The plan, so far, was to wait for Todd to leave again and get her some food. They’d quickly rescue her and then apprehend Todd.
Max had managed to figure out where all of this had sprung. He was reviewing and re-reading the background information on the new Manager of the agency service that Sir Cardiff used to find new maids for employment.
It wasn’t pretty what he’d uncovered, but law enforcement back in the States were already on their way to apprehend the manager. A notoriously known sex-slave trafficker for high profile clients. The way this whole thing was playing out, they weren’t just rescuing Celeste, they were busting an entire ring of sick, twisted, non-feeling perverts.
Max just hoped the entire operation could go down with no lives lost.
Well, those of the innocent at least.
The world could do with less of Todd and the manger’s kind.
~ ~ ~ ~
This time, when I came to, I was tied down – apparently to a bed. And the ball-gag was still in my mouth. It was a miracle I could breathe at all, my nose had a bad habit of getting stuffed up pretty frequently since I suffered from allergies all the time.
Thank god for the winter season!
My throat was especially dry and I was very thirsty.
I didn’t want to open my eyes yet since I was afraid to discover if I’d been blind-folded again.
Todd must have noticed me stirring because I heard his footsteps move towards me and the bed I was on.
“Sleeping Beauty is awake, I see. Is she going to be a good girl?”
Fuck you Todd!!
At this point, I was ready to rip off his face with my bare teeth. If he gave me the chance, I probably would. The chance to disfigure his face was calling out to me. I’d rip off his ear while I was at it and poke his eyes out. Then shove his nose up into his skull.
There was something about me that he nor Sir Cardiff knew. Since I pretty much raised myself and my younger brother, a kindly neighbor had worried about me and being able to protect and fend for myself if something should happen. For that reason, and with my Father’s approval, he’d taught me for years about different martial arts forms.
Three days a week, after school, I’d go to his basement studio and had private lessons pretty much from the time I was aged seven thru eighteen.
For me, it was more meditation and an escape from my lonely childhood and awkward teen years, a way to take care of myself and my brother. Thankfully, I’d next to never needed to use it. And yes, I’d fallen out of habit as an adult. But the basics, the moves – are like riding a bike, you never really forget them and they come back to life with a vengeance.
Those years of learning ‘the killing art’ and self-defense meditation would see me through this. I would escape, one way or another – eventually. I just needed the window of opportunity and the element of surprise.
Hovering over me, I felt Todd pull back my cover. Then he pulled up my shirt, revealing my chest.
You fucking asshole!! Just wait til I get that neck of yours between my legs…
Sadly, I knew this needed to happen. Had to happen.
This was how it would play out. Todd wouldn’t be able to resist using the goods while transporting them to Asia. I only prayed and hoped my hands would come free or that he’d put his member in my mouth. Both would be ideal. Perfect, actually.
Oh yeah, I had a surprise for Todd. I’d be ‘good girl’ Celeste. Submissive and passive Celeste. I’d make him believe I wanted his sick, psycho, pervy desires… and then, well by then – he’d be howling in pain, then speechless, and if needed – dead.
I was ready. Everything in me was ready.
He said it again, “Is Celeste going to be a good girl today?”
I nodded and then whimpered, just for added demure effect.
“Good, cuz it’s time that Todd got a little bit of what he wants…” He said while taking off my blind. “I want you to see everything I’m going to do to you, baby-girl.”
Once he had it off, I glared at him with a sinister contempt that he was stupid enough to think was abject fear.
He began to caress my face with his big thumb, smiling down at me. I did my best to not shudder. To somehow find it in myself to play along.
He pushed down the cups of my bra, exposing my tits to the cold air. Taken out of the warm cocoon of the blanket, my shirt and bra – they went perky from the chilly air in no time. He pinched at them and then tweaked them – hard.
Fuck!
There was such an intense contradiction playing itself out in my mind. This was actually arousing me. I was getting turned on…
Shit! Fuck! Shit!
But then, I realized, why not completely turn the tables around on this ass-hat? Make him believe he’s getting everything he wants, when in actuality – I’m getting what I want, my freedom.
He wrapped his mouth around one of my breasts and when he moved away from one nipple to the other, his saliva only made the chilly air that much colder. My nipples were ‘at attention’ like no one’s business.
While still sucking on my nipple, his hand slid down to my groin. Past the barrier of my jeans, my panties and roughly, he dug his hand into my pussy and pinched at my clit. I couldn’t help myself but to buck upwards.
He just as quickly penetrated me with two of his fingers. Despite my ball-gagged mouth, I gasped. He gathered up some wetness for lubrication and spread it around my clit. The one that was currently betraying me with her pervy needs…
“We’re wet, I see…”
Busted! Good… he’ll get
into this, believe the game and then, whammy!
Time to be the actress. I nodded slowly and arched my hips upwards, a low moan coming out of my throat.
“Alright, you slutty minx. Be a good-girl for Todd and you’ll get what you want if I get what I want.”
He started to pull off my pants and panties but quickly realized his dilemma. My legs were bound together, so if he wanted inside my pussy, he’d have to spread my legs. Well, hopefully. There were other positions… but I was silently praying and begging to the gods and all that was sacred, he’d want to spread me wide. See the goods.
It seemed he was thinking about how he wanted to proceed. What he really wanted. Now that he believed I was somewhat consensual, he’d let his guard down. I was counting on this. The more use of my eyes, mouth and hands I had, the better.
He unfastened the bindings from my legs and finished taking off my pants. He began to caress my legs, up to the inner thigh where he lingered a bit, right at the apex of my sex.
I spread my legs open further, inviting him in. Body language cues are incredibly powerful. This much I knew. I might not be as experienced at sex like the other maids, but I knew that much.
That seemed to do the trick because suddenly, Todd decided he needed his cock inside me, one way or another. Just as I’d guessed, it was going to be my mouth first.
He removed my ball-gag and sure enough, it was quickly replaced with the head of his cock.
“Bite and I’ll do things to you that you’ll never recover from. Got it?”
I nodded, still very much aware that I had the mobility of my legs back. He started to shove his cock deeper into my mouth, but realized the angle wasn’t very conducive for his pleasure.
True face-fucking required almost any other position but the one I was in. This meant only one thing, he’d have to undue the restraints to my hands and change-up my position. The ones currently sprawled wide to the bed’s headboard.
Quickly, he undid them and then I took advantage of the moment. His erect member still in my mouth, I bit down as hard as I could, while simultaneously bringing my thumbs to his eye-sockets, crushing inwards. I just as quickly, wrapped my legs around his midriff and twisted him sideways into an impossible pretzel position.
He howled and struggled, screaming so loud I was certain someone would have to hear him. This was a do-or-die situation, the goal was to get him to pass out from pain. I just needed to death-grip him with my thighs, legs and jaw.
It was a fierce struggle, and just like he’d said, my inner lynx, not minx was alive and well, cat-clawing and gauging his sight away for good, damn well nearly biting his cockhead off and squeezing the air out of his chest like a death-grip on a vice.
Fuck you Todd!!
Three minutes later, Todd was a bloody heap on the floor, passed out cold.
Lucky for him, it hadn’t meant entirely severing his cock-head, but I’d done some damage for certain.
Like I fucking cared…
A bit in shock at what I’d had to do and my own survival instincts, I leaped up and began to tie him up. I knew he could come-to quickly and I needed him immobilized. Working fast, I had him trussed up like a pig, because that was what he was. A pig.
I got dressed, and looked for his cell phone. It was sitting on the round dining table. As was his wallet.
Perfect!
I had no fucking clue where in the world I was, but my best guess was that we were in London. Grabbing my jacket, and quickly putting on my shoes, I was out the door in no time.
~ ~ ~ ~
Max bolted up at the sound of his cell buzzing and ringing all at once.
“Max speaking.” He answered quickly.
“She’s on the move, sir! There was what sounded like a rather intense struggle and I’ll be damned but that she didn’t manage to outwit him and get free!?”
“No shit!?”
“I’m going in to engage Todd, but I think this is close to being done, sir. Kind of ironic she did most of the work, herself?”
“Okay, be cautious – we’re still not in the clear. I’m on top of her.”
Max was out of his vehicle like a lightning bolt, racing towards the entry of the apartment building. Relying on what his gut told him, he knew she’d be more likely to take the stairs down than the elevator. Captives often preferred a situation of perpetual freedom once escaped instead of boxing themselves up in a steel cage. Even if they felt free, the idea of it was so unappealing, they’d avoid it. Instinct was a fascinating thing.
Sure enough, Celeste came tearing out of the stairwell and nearly collided with Max head-on.
“Celeste! I’m here to help—“
Before Max knew what had happened, she’d delivered a kick to his gut and thwack to the side of his head.
Wow! Fuck! She knew self-defense…
If it wasn’t for all of his combat training, he’d be down. But he wasn’t your average person by any means. He reeled but managed to get his bearings quick enough and chase after. She was running like a wildcat hell-bent on saving her life.
He admired it, truly.
But there was no need to run from him. Of course, she didn’t know that, but he knew she wasn’t exactly in her right mind right about now, either.
Tearing down the street after her, it wasn’t long before he caught up to her. By now, onlookers were becoming concerned at what they were witnessing. It wasn’t long before Celeste found a London patrol car and went racing up to it, screaming for help.
Good girl, he thought to himself. Smiling to himself he slowed down to a jog and made his way to the officers who were now out of their car to assist her. They pulled their guns and he already had his ID and badges out so they could apprehend him. He came to a dead-stop, hands in the air, revealing his own weapon, so they could peacefully apprehend him
“She’s an abductee who just managed to escape. I’m privately employed by Sir Cardiff. She’s his charge.” Max explained quickly and breathlessly.
While keeping an eye on her, he didn’t worry about the way they man-handled and frisked him, quick to verify his identity and validate that he was speaking the truth.
Celeste had moved to the other side of the police vehicle, eyeing him suspiciously. He kept his gaze locked on her.
While he was drilled with questions by the officers, he answered quietly and quickly. Just low enough that she couldn’t hear what he was saying but loud enough that the officers were quickly brought up to speed.
Soon enough, they were all being brought down to the station headquarters to sort out the entire bloody mess. Celeste was being transported in a different car, so as not to further traumatize her. She needed to feel safe, he knew that.
“I just need one phone call on the way, sir. If I may?” Max asked the policemen who were now on board with the events.
The officers nodded their consent and Max called Sir Cardiff.
“Yes?” Sir Cardiff answered anxiously.
“It’s over sir, we have Celeste. Todd is being apprehended. We’re on our way to the London precinct. She’s safe. Scared out of her mind, I’m sure, but safe.”
“Oh thank god!!” Sir Cardiff said, the relief in his voice utterly obvious.
“Sir? The best part? She escaped on her own. Not sure exactly how, just yet. But she did. She pulled a few self-defense moves on me. I think Celeste has a secret to share with us.”
Max could practically hear the smile and beaming pride and admiration from the other side of the phone.
“Seriously?” Sir Cardiff said breathlessly.
“Seriously. And from what I know so far, Todd is in bad shape. Let’s just say he won’t be using his manhood anytime soon.”
Before he knew it, they were both laughing hysterically.
Who the fuck would have known?!
Their little, meek, meager and submissive Celeste was a wildcat.
~ ~ ~ ~
I was understandably in a state of
shell-shock. All that had happened in the last forty-eight hours was beginning to catch up with me.
Currently, I was sitting in a London police station, a cup of warm tea in my hands and a soft-spoken and mild-mannered officer of the law doing his best to ask me questions. I was being as cooperative as I could muster, but I was still too out of sorts to make any sense. Even to myself and I’d lived through it! Let alone attempting to explain it…
Sir Cardiff’s private security team was there too and doing their best to explain what they knew, who I was, how it was that I was in the U.K. and their side of it all. I was still suspect of everyone at this point. I was in a different country, far away from hold and my old life. The world as I’d known it a month ago.
I was suddenly very homesick and desperate to have it all be over with. It was overwhelming. Too much. My misconstrued feelings for Sir Cardiff, what had happened with Todd, being abducted, then escaping and now here I was, attempting to explain it all to the law enforcement personnel in London.
I was in bloody London, for fuck’s sake!
“Sir, all due respect. I need some time. Can I please answer these questions later? May I please be taken to the hospital or a hotel? Anywhere that is away from all of this? I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.” I said so fast I was amazed he could understand anything I said at all.
He nodded, “Yes, we can arrange that. I’ll just ask that you speak privately with our staff psychologist. Do you think you can manage that much? Then we’ll get you somewhere safe and private?”
“Yes,” I said meekly, nodding my head. Hell-cat Celeste was tired and over it. I needed some reprieve. From this fucked up situation and my heart.
It took a bit of time, but it was worked out. In that time, Sir Cardiff arrived and despite his attempts to see me, he was being kept away from me until the police understood all the pertinent particulars and details.
