Kate / Katherine

by Jilly Bowling

  “Are you saying that you need to go shopping?”

  “No, I’ve got that lovely black dress you bought me. But I will need to get my hair etc done.”

  “That’s sorted then, Beryl’s assistant r.s.v.p’d so make an appointment at your beauty parlour for Friday afternoon.”

  Then their conversation turned to Kate’s plans for Joe’s club and when they got home, they were busy eating and discussing the woollen factory and for once Damien was too tired to do anything but sleep when they went to bed.

  ***

  Thursday passed in a busy blur as Kate struggled to cope with all her work.

  On Friday morning Kate struggled with her session with Greg. She felt exhausted and still had work, hairdressers and hospital event to get through. She had insisted on taking her car to work, parking it in Damien’s reserved spot where she got told off by the parking attendant and had to phone Damien, to tell him that she was allowed to park there.

  While she was arguing with the attendant she noticed a blue van parked on the road, with two scruffy men in it who were staring at her. Walking into the building she shrugged her shoulders when the van roared away. She’d forgotten all about it within minutes as she walked into a full blown discussion between the members of her team. By lunchtime she’d managed to sort the problems out and she headed out at two o’clock to go to the beauty parlour. Stopping to pick up a sandwich she spotted the blue van out of the corner of her eye as it was double parked but as she turned to look at it, it once again drove off.

  At the beauty parlour she had to park in a back lot down a small alleyway and she ate the sandwich as she walked up the alley to the front of the parlour. She’d ordered the full works and by the time she’d had a massage, manicure, pedicure, hair style and full makeup she was feeling a lot better. She’d stopped waxing and had a course of laser hair removal, as Damien wouldn’t go twelve hours without sex, never mind forty eight.

  As she walked up the alley back to her car she heard a noise and turned quickly to find large man was standing close behind her and as she prepared to protect herself another man grabbed her from behind and a strong smelling cloth was pressed over her mouth. She immediately went to free herself by trying to throw him, but the world spun around as if she was on a merry go round and then everything went black.

  The blue van drove up and she was thrown into the back as it accelerated away. A scruffy kid lounging on the corner watched it happen, then when the van had gone, he ran off.

  Chapter 25

  Kate’s head was splitting, her mouth was dry and she was freezing,

  When she tried to move her arms and legs she couldn’t; her arms were pulled above her head and her legs were spread wide. Warily opening her eyes she saw two men, one on either side of her, leering at her. Then she realised that she was naked, tied to a metal bed, on a mattress that smelled disgusting. Looking around through slitted eyes she discovered that she was in a dirty room with no furniture or curtains.

  Realising that she was awake one of the men left the room, only to return in minutes with Adam Cruikshank. Smirking at her he said “Let’s see how Masters copes with losing something precious to him. When he finds out that you’ve disappeared into the white slave trade it will drive him mad.”

  Kate’s quick mind worked out what she had to do to survive and she burst out laughing.

  Slapping her cheek Adam snarled “You won’t find it funny when you have to service any man who will pay for you.”

  “What a fool you are” Kate laughed “you should have stolen his car. He doesn’t care for me. I get paid to be his sub. He’s a dom and a sadist, and I’ve been a hooker since I was nineteen, and have serviced more men than you’ve had shits. Masters couldn’t be bothered to train a new sub, so he pays me more than I could earn in a week as a hooker. He gets off on beating me and fucking my arse; he’ll just shrug his shoulders and find someone else.”

  Adam punched her in the stomach then pulled his arm back to punch her in the face. But one of the men grabbed his arm “Don’t mark the merchandise.”

  There was movement at the door and a beautifully dressed man stepped into the room followed by two more thugs.

  “You were told you could talk to the woman, not punch her Cruikshank. You’ve got what you wanted, now take your money and go.”

  Adam sneared at Kate and said “Enjoy yourself whore.”

  The man stepped aside and Adam scurried past him.

  Turning to Kate the man said “I am Alexi, you have been sold to me. There is no escape so please don’t try. You are too beautiful for me to want to see you smashed up and bleeding.”

  One of the thugs, who had been in the room with Adam, spoke to Alexi in what Kate thought was Russian.

  Alexi’s eyebrows rose “Serge tells me that you claim to be a whore. If you are lying you will be sorry.”

  “I’m not lying, I’ll do whatever you want, just let me show you how good I am.” Kate murmured, widening her eyes and licking her lips.

  “I’ll try her boss” Serge said leering at Kate’s sex.

  Alexi moved close to Kate and running his hand up her leg cupped her sex, then pushed three fingers into her. Kate forced herself to respond to him raising her hips to give him deeper access, making Alexi lick his lips “Free her” he ordered his men.

  Flexing her arms and legs Kate crawled off the bed, and kneeling in front of him, slowly pulled his zip down. His cock sprang free, he was turned on by her body, so moistening her lips she took hold of him and slowly licked along the full length of his throbbing cock. Thank god he was beautifully groomed and smelled clean. As she took him deep into her throat he sighed and took hold of her head. Sucking and licking she gently grated her teeth along the length of him, squirming on the floor as if she was aroused. Then he was fucking her mouth hard, holding her in place. This was a man who would never make love, he just used a woman. As he came Kate overcame her revulsion and swallowed, then she forced herself to lick him clean. When she looked up he was watching her with soulless black eyes, and when she stood up close to him, he put a finger through a nipple ring and pulled, his eyes hard and calculating, weighing her up.

  “Ah” Kate moaned leaning into him.

  “If you are playing games, you will be sorry, we will turn you into a drug addict, who would service a donkey to get her fix. I will do you the honour of training you myself, until I find a buyer. Do not doubt that I will sell you. If you are lucky you may end up in an oil sheiks harem!”

  Then turning to Serge he ordered him to give Kate his overcoat. Her shoes were found and she slipped them on, noticing that her suit and blouse were in shreds on the floor; they had been torn off her. Alexi led the way and two of his thugs took hold of Kate’s arms, leaving by the front door. Kate saw that she’d been in a boarded up derelict building and as she was marched to a large black car she saw a small group of kids on the opposite corner. Alexi had got into the door by the kerb so Kate was marched round to the opposite door. She looked at the kids and stumbled letting go of the front of the overcoat which few open showing her naked body.

  As she was pushed into the car she pulled the coat shut and sat back in the seat. One of the thugs got into the front seat and the others piled into the car behind.

  The car pulled away and to Kate’s joy, one of the kids started a beat up motor bike, and as they moved out of the derelict street into the main road the bike was four cars behind them.

  Kate knew those kids, they knew her, and they’d go and tell Joe what they’d seen. Hopefully the lad on the bike would follow her to her next destination.

  All she had to do was survive!

  Chapter 26

  Damien was furious, where the hell was Kate? She wasn’t answering her mobile, and the beauty parlour was closed so he couldn’t speak to anyone there. He’d sent Turner to look for her and he’d ju
st phoned Damien to say he’d found her car, behind the beauty parlour, but no sign of Kate anywhere. Considering calling the police, he then ruled that out, knowing they wouldn’t do anything for at least twenty four hours.

  When the front door bell rang he rushed to the door and was taken aback to find Joe and one of his pals there.

  “Oh thank god” Joe said “ We’ve got the right house.”

  Ushering them inside Damien asked “Do you know where Kate is?”

  “Not yet, we know what’s happened to her, but don’t know where she is yet .”

  Then Joe explained that a kid had seen Kate grabbed and thrown into a beat up old van. He’d run to tell Joe but they hadn’t been able to find her. Then another of gang of kids had seen her taken into a derelict house. They’d watched and seen the Russian mobster go into the house with his men, then later they’d come out with Kate, who had seen them and letting her coat fall open, had shown them that she was naked.

  One of them had followed them on his old motor bike and they were waiting for him to let them know where she’d been taken. By this time Damien was tearing his hair out with worry, and when Joe told him what the Russians dealt in, he was ready to commit murder.

  Joe tried to calm him down saying that they needed to get back to the club to wait for the lad to come back on his motor bike.

  Damien rushed out to the car and Joe and his mate hurried to the old van that they’d come in. As soon as Damien was in the passenger seat, Turner took off, the old van having difficulty keeping up.

  Back at the club his mates and club members had all turned up to help look for Kate. A lot of Joe’s mates were ex marines, police and SAS, so were useful people to know. When they arrived at the club some of the kids had collected Kate’s ruined clothes from the derelict house, and as he picked up her clothing Joe was in tears. He knew who’d got her and what would be happening to her, and he kept saying “She’ll fight, she’ll fight. They’ll have to drug her, god knows what with, they could kill her!”

  All his mates stood around looking furious, but not knowing what to say or do. They all knew Kate and had sparred with her, Joe was right, she wouldn’t go down easy.

  Damien was obviously the only one there who knew that she had been a call girl, and she was clever and knew how to handle men. She wouldn’t get herself killed just to avoid getting fucked. She’d turn her mind into that of a hooker, and not let it take part in what was happening to her body.

  “God” he thought “if anyone hurt her, he’d kill them.”

  ***

  The car Kate was in travelled out of London and eventually pulled up at a decent size house, with a drive that made a circle, round a fountain, at the front door. Alexi got out and walked into the house with his thugs escorting Kate. As she entered the hall Serge pulled his coat off her, and all the men leered at her. Although she was very frightened she held her head up and ignored the fact that she was naked.

  Alexi had removed his overcoat and gloves and was looking her up and down thoughtfully.

  “Mmm,” he said “maybe you are telling the truth. You have no shame in being naked while six men look you over. Take her to the blue room Serge.”

  Serge took Kate’s arm and headed for the stairs “Look, Don’t touch, yet,” Alexi called after him.

  Thrusting her into a room Serge advised her, “Don’t try to run, you would not enjoy the punishment Alexi would order if you did.”

  As he turned to leave Kate said “Is it alright for me to have a shower? That mattress was minging, and I’m sure Alexi prefers a clean body.”

  Serge stared at her, weighing her up. “It is not only Alexi who will fuck you, yes have a shower, just don’t try to get too clever.”

  “I won’t” Kate promised walking into the bathroom.

  It was highly elaborate, all gold taps and marble tiles, but there were large fluffy towels and nicely scented body wash. Kate switched the shower on and finding it nice and warm stepped under it, keeping her hair dry. As she languidly soaped her body she surreptitiously gazed around looking for a camera.

  Spotting it in a spotlight she made sure that she was facing it as she soaped between her legs pushing a finger between her labia to her clit. Sighing as if she was turned on, she then turned her back on it and pushed shower lotion inside her vagina, then she turned to face it again and keeping one hand on her pussy, to draw the eye of anyone watching, pushed more shower lotion into her anus.

  It stung but not too badly, at least when Alexi fucked her she would appear to be ready for him. She was certain that he would wear a condom, he appeared to be a fastidious man. Stepping out of the shower she picked up a large towel and started to dry herself. When she was almost dry she wrapped the towel around herself and went back into the bedroom. She’d just made herself comfortable on the bed when the door opened and Alexi strolled in. He was still fully dressed in his suit but he’d removed his tie.

  He stood and looked at her “It is good that you are clean, but lose the towel. Lie down and spread your legs.”

  Doing as she was told Kate squirmed as if she was turned on by his dominance. Standing at the end of the bed he slowly took his suit and then his shirt off, looking at her sex all the time; Kate caused her muscles to flex, and as her sex moved, she heard him sigh.

  “On your hands and knees on the bottom of the bed,” he ordered stepping out of his boxers.

  Kate did as she had been ordered, but went a little further, tilting her backside up to him so that he could still see her sex. As Alexi’s hand slapped her hard, much harder than Damien ever had, she fought to maintain her position, and only let a sexy moan escape at each slap. Gritting her teeth she took his punishment not allowing it to register in her brain. Then without even touching her he was thrusting into her arse, thankfully wearing a condom. Bracing herself she flexed her muscles, making her arse ripple and she grinned to herself when Alexi groaned then yelped and she felt him come hard inside her.

  Pulling out he slapped her even harder and she collapsed onto the bed. Turning to face him she put a just fucked look on her face.

  “You are so strong, and your cock is a girl’s dream, so big and powerful. You make me come just looking at you,” she whispered.

  Taking her throat in his hand he said “You really are a whore. Such a pity, a beautiful woman who is a natural whore. Most of my rich clients prefer innocent and very frightened. However I have a brothel where you will earn me good money until you are no longer beautiful. Then you can work on the streets, don’t worry I have lots of drugs that will dull your misery.”

  Then going to the door he shouted “Serge, you and Anton can have your go now.”

  As he re-entered the bedroom there was the noise of a car alarm from outside and the sound of shouting.

  Alexi went to the window and looked out, then he shouted “Get those kids away from my cars .”

  Then he gasped and going to the bedside cabinet, took out a gun; turning back to Kate he snarled “If this is anything to do with you, you’re dead bitch.”

  At the sound of footsteps on the stairs he slammed the door shut and went to grab Kate. Finding himself flying through the air he pulled the trigger on the gun.

  As soon as she had thrown him Kate had rolled after him, and as he landed and turned towards her, she thrust her palm under his chin and had the satisfaction of hearing vertebrae crack. The gun fell out of his hand and she scraped it up and turning to face the door she crouched as she had seen people do in films. Her finger was on the trigger and she knew that she would use it.

  Then she heard Damien’s voice and flying to the door flung it open. Falling into his arms she cried “I knew you would find me.”

  “Kate, oh my god baby, are you alright?” he gasped.

  “Yes I’m ok, just hold me please master,” the tears were pouring down her face.
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  Suddenly Joe and his mates were crowding into the room and Damien quickly carried her to the bed and picked up the towel to cover her naked body.

  Joe went to Alexi and kicked him, then bent down to look at him closely. “He’s dead” he said calmly.

  One of his mates put his finger to Alexi’s neck and nodded his head.

  “Right, let’s get Kate out of here.” Damien said.

  “He’s got half a dozen thugs.” Kate said urgently.

  “Not any more, he hasn’t !” Joe replied.

  “But what about the police?”

  “We are telling Alexi’s rivals that him and his lads are ‘non compos mentis’ at the moment. He’s got a stash of drugs and cash here somewhere; I should think that a small army is on its way here, and once they get here it won’t only be Alexi who’s dead!” Joe said darkly. “The kids think we’ve just tied Alexi up the same as we did with his men. So we won’t say differently Kate, we don’t want to be involved in his death.”

  One of the men picked the gun up and wiped all the fingerprints off it. Then he took it over to Alexi and wrapped his hand around it, making sure that he didn’t touch it.

  Damien carried Kate down to his car and got into the back with her still in his arms. Joe got into the front next to Turner and all his friends piled into a variety of cars, with the kids jumping into an old sprinter van and they set off in convoy.

  Once they were on the outskirts of London they split up and headed in different directions. When they got home Damien carried Kate straight upstairs leaving Joe to tell Rose what had happened. Refusing to let go of Kate he held her as he ran a bath for her, but as he lowered her into the bath Kate winced and blew air out through her teeth, her bottom really was sore.

  “You’re hurt baby, where do you hurt?” Damien was beside himself with anger.

  “My backside took a bit of a beating.” Kate grimaced.

  “We need a doctor to check you over. I’ll call Steven,” he said leaping up.