Jason hung limply in the shackles that secured his wrists high above his head. His hand was throbbing in agony, knowing something was broken in it. His balls were also throbbing like nothing else on earth. He had been so close to being free, no this psycho bitch had him locked up in her nut house.
Jason looked around the room, his eyes taking in the various whips and restraints and even more sex toys. Jason muttered to himself as he took it all in. "Jesus fucking Christ this woman really is a head case, when I get home Jerry is getting his ass kicked for telling me NOT to bring my gun."
"Not a head case but stubborn yes," Kisha said as she turned on the lights, momentarily blinding him. Jason squinted in the bright lights and turned his head away from them a moment while his eyes adjusted. "What the hell do you want from me?"
"You wanted a chance for a new life and I want a playmate. But see I like to play rough." Jason glared at Kisha, trying to stand up fully and take the strain off his wrists. "And just what makes you think I want to be your playmate?"
"The way you reacted when we were fighting. You have it in you to take to the lifestyle I lead." Jason winced visibly and hissed as his hand twitched. "Ahhh....well what if I don't want to be your playmate hmm? This qualifies as kidnapping you know."
"And who would believe you? I have more evidence of malicious destruction of property and since you aren't from around these parts...." she let the threat hang in the air. A chuckle escapes from Jason's lips as he looked at Kisha, "How about the best lawyers in the country hmm? My uncle just happens to be one of them. Oh and by the way, since I haven't called in the last 24 hours he'll be notifying the local police to start looking for me until I contact him." Jason grinned bigger and let his own threat hang in the air.
"You are so silly. Never leave personal effects in the open. You never know who might actually access them. I'm use to the threats and the 'oh I have loved ones looking for me' litany. They all fight in the beginning but then when they give in, they feel great. You will feel great."
Jason spat on the floor in disrespect. "Is it just me, or do I heard sirens in the distance hmm? GPS tracking works oh so well don't you think?" Jason smirked as he did indeed hear sirens coming closer. "Maybe I'll be lenient and just have you locked up for a decade instead of life."
Mario stuck his head in the room. "Kisha, Stephen's here with the medic. She wants to take a look at both of your injuries." "Thank you Mario, show them in." The smile drained from Jason's face as he realised it wasn't what he thought it was. In his mind the words formed. ~Crap...~
Stephen entered, followed by a drop dead gorgeous blonde who was about 5 feet 4 and had a sexy smile. "I heard you had a problem?" she asked Kisha politely. "Yes but he needs to be tended to first. He needs to be healed so that he can repair the damage he did to my house. He's all yours Stephanie," Kisha said and stepped back.
Jason blinked as he took in the beauty before him, his mind going completely blank as he instantly put on the best smile he could muster. Jason took a breath and spoke in the smoothest voice he could manage in his current state. "I didn't know the city was employing angels nowadays."
Stephanie grinned. "Oh, the city doesn't employ angels, but Mistress Kisha does. Now, if you promise to behave, they'll let you free so I can look at your injuries." Jason took a moment to think and sighed, seeing no other choice. "I guess I don't have any other option do I? Kidnappings rarely do."
Stephanie nodded and Mario lowered the chain on the shackles. Quentin came over and unlocked the shackle to the injured wrist. Stephanie walked up and tenderly prodded his wrist, feeling for broken bones.
Jason rubbed his red wrists, the shackle having left a definite mark. A long loud hiss escaped his lips as Stephanie prodded a broken bone! "Ahhhh careful"
"He broke it. bring that chair over here Quentin." Stephanie waited until he was seated before bringing over her kit. She had stuff in it to mend broken bones. It was a must, especially when making house calls at Mistress Kisha's house.
Jason gently sat down in the chair, taking this time to formulate a possible plan of action. He knew he had to get away, he just wasn't sure how. His eyes watched Stephanie carefully, thinking. "So Stephanie...you don't think it disturbing that this woman kidnaps people against their will?"
"Not really. I used to be one of her playmates too," Stephanie replied as she carefully wrapped the plaster around his broken wrist. "Of course I wasn't as opposed to her advances as you or most men seem to be when she first asks. I guess it something about the fact that she's a dominatrix as well as a very intimidating woman that freaks most guys out. Women, well some of us are used to domineering, overbearing males in our lives so we don't react as badly."
Jason snorted a bit. "Dominatrix? I personally think she's more of a coward since she had these goons bring me here instead of coming herself. She's as much of a real dominatrix as I am the president of Timbuktu." Stephanie shook her head. "You don't understand. It's not how the game is played. Have you never heard of S&M or bondage?"
Jason nodded. "Yes I have, ever heard of kidnapping being 100% illegal? If these chumps hadn't gang jumped me like the bunch of pussies they are I wouldn't be imprisoned here."
"Oh, you've not been kidnapped. Not yet," Stephanie laughed and then checked the cast for hardness. "If you hadn't damaged her house she might have let you leave in peace." Jason's eyes narrowed. "She's holding me against my will, that qualifies as kidnapping and everyone here is an accessory." Jason was starting to get worked up again, glancing at the door way, judging his chances of rushing it.
Stephanie helped him put his arm in the sling. She looked over at Kisha. "Mistress, I humbly suggest you let him go. He's not worth the effort and he seems to be an ungrateful person by nature."
Jason humphed to himself. "At someone in this room has some sense." Jason continued to glare towards Kisha, seeming as ungrateful as he could. "Perhaps you are right my beautiful sex slave. He does seem to be weak. Mario, take him to his room, get his stuff, his money and take him to the airport. Also give him an extra $200 for his hardship." She turned to Jason. "Don't let the door hit you where the good Lord split you," Kisha said calmly before leaving the room with everyone except Mario and Jason.
A slight smirk formed at the edge of Jason's lips as he thought to himself. ~Perfect, always a way out of things. Always do what you gotta do, no matter how degrading.~ Jason stood up as he was unshackled totally and shrugged Quentin off. "Good, I personally feel dirty after being in this cess pool. Good day to you." Jason moved to pass Kisha, letting his shoulder bump into hers roughly. "Might wanna put an ice pack on that shiner, then again. it does make you look better than before." Jason continued past her, heading for the front door.
Quentin mumbled something but subsided when Kisha threw him a look. Mario was ready to spit nails but he did as Kisha ordered and took Jason to his room to get his stuff. He held out the extra $200. "She must really like you. She actually gave you money."
Jason took his possessions and his own money but not the extra $200. "Tell her she can shove it up her ass. I don't take charity from anyone, especially pity charity." Jason picked up his bag in his good hand and headed for the front door. "Your loss man," Mario said and led the way outside to the car. Stephanie was leaning up against it and Stephen was talking to her.
Jason put on as arrogant a tone as possible. "Oh I think I'll decide on that when I'm lounging at home discussing the lawsuit with my lawyers. And I'll walk back." Jason turned from Mario, heading down the street, making sure he was out of ear shot before speaking to himself. "I can't believe that actually worked. Thank god for Stephanie."
Mario looked at Stephen and Stephanie. "He's going to be in for some shocks when he finds out the repercussions of damaging Kisha's house. I guess having those contacts and working as an interpreter for various countries is finally paying off." Stephanie shook her head. "He seems to me to just be an angry young man. I don't know why she's bothering with him anyway."
"Is that jealousy we here?" Stephen teased. "Maybe a little. I've never seen her let so much go. I want to know why he's so damn special," she grumped. Jason made it to the end of the long road before he was forced to sit down and take a drink, the heat of the Florida day once more taking it's toll upon his heavy set body. Wiping his forearm across his brow Jason felt for his cell phone and tried to remember the number of the cab company.
As he sat waiting for the call to connect, Jason's eyes went wide as he felt pains in his chest. the sudden onslaught made his knees give way as his hand clutched at his large bosom. spots formed before his eyes and his breath caught in his throat as he fell onto his hands and knees.
As Jason lay gasping and holding his chest a group of gangster dressed youths appeared on the street from a nearby alley. Spotting easy prey they pounced upon Jason, stripping him of any and all valuables including his luggage, cell phone and money. Jason cried out as they landed in a few kicks, passing out before they were done.
Kisha was looking at the surveillance system and frowned when it hit the corner. Her eyes widened and she ran from the room, jerking out her cell and yelling instructions to Mario. It took her five minutes to reach Jason's side. By the time she got to him he was not breathing. She rolled him over and immediately began CPR. A few seconds later Stephanie and Stephen arrived to help. The ambulance pulled up shortly there after and Jason was taken to the hospital.
When Jason's eyes flickered open his vision was filled with the stark whiteness of the ward ceiling above him. His chest hurt and his head was pounding. As Jason tried to move, he winced and groaned softly. Jason closed his eyes once more and took slow shallow breaths.
"Young man you gave your girlfriend quite a scare," the doctor told Jason as he checked Jason's vitals. Jason cracked his eyes open and frowned hard at the doctor in puzzlement. "Girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend man. I don't have anyone here."
"Could have fooled me. She's out there pacing around and is even paying for your care. Now, how does this feel?" the doctor asked as he pressed on Jason's arm. Jason frowned again as the doctor spoke and wince when he pressed against his arm. "Painful. Say doc, the chick standing out there wouldn't happen to have dark skin and a puffed up face like she'd been in a fight would she?"
