Monica was still speaking on the phone and making final arrangements to meet Arnold at the studio the next morning as I walked back into the living room. Olivia sat down at the table looking much brighter and more cheerful. She expressed interest in hearing more about Dárcy in his previous forced relationship with me and how I had escaped. By this time, she believed what I had told her and was merely plagued with morbid curiosity.
"Thanks, Arnold. See you tomorrow morning then." Monica hung up and smiled reassuringly at me. "Well, Arnold's on our side. I didn't think that he had anything to do with those two characters." Looking at the time. "The other girls must have gone out for the night. I'll just have a shower and join you two in our room. We can talk for a while and then get some sleep."
Monica was already in the shower and Olivia had gone into the bathroom with her for company while I tidied up the messy kitchen up.
The phone rang only once and I picked it up immediately.
It was Jim, inviting me to a party. I briefly explained what had happened and told him about the latest new developments. He listened as I explained that I might see him tomorrow but agreed to ring him once Michelle and Dárcy had been taken into custody. He was concerned for me but I reassured him that we had everything under control.
"Just ring the cops up, if I don't ring you up tomorrow night my darling. I'm sure everything will be fine but just in case they get the better of us?" I laughed. "I sure don't want to miss our date next Friday night. Everything will be fine."
"Glad you remembered that." Jim sounded relieved.
"You just keep that gorgeous body of yours in mint condition for me, lover. Hope to see you soon!" I smiled as I terminated the call. I knew that Jim was anxious to get me in the sack with him again. The raw sexual appeal of my superb young Adonis was almost all consuming. Our private time together was far too short the last time we met and I had sensed that there was so much more to be explored with him. I promised myself that next time I would teach him some new tricks to make me happy and broaden his education. I dreamed about what I might do with him the next time we were alone together.
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Dárcy and I were hitting it off extremely well after nearly two weeks of almost daily, anal sex bouts. I found myself looking forward to his attention and the others were far more considerate toward me after that first encounter. Still not ready to trust me completely, they treated me with a little bit more respect when I went along willingly with their more disgusting demands and they even started to call me by my given name.
They were cautious enough to keep me blindfolded whenever they led me outside and of course they all kept their identities hidden from me but slowly they began to believe that I enjoyed water sports, scat, bestiality and whatever else they thought might disgust me. Indeed, prior to this time I had barely heard of, let alone experienced these degrading fetishes that they induced me into participating in.
Throughout this time I kept myself sane by thinking of Dárcy and maintaining a cheerful outlook.
I learned to associate pain with pleasure and frequently orgasmed, even when they often hurt me with their soft flays during a bondage session. My skin would glow pink but at least they hadn't marked my body permanently. I began to take pride in mounting Dárcy in the female superior position, facing toward the big mirror and watching my own performance as I wriggled in helpless bliss. Impaled by his giant member, with my labia wide open and my fully engorged clitoris shining wet above my vacant vaginal opening as I rode him to mutual climax, I could see everything that the strangers behind the mirror saw. I had to admit it must have looked erotic from their point of view. I was like a ballet dancer, working out in front of a full length mirror in a practice studio. I would rate myself out of ten points for each performance that I would give.
Finally one day, after a perfect ten point performance, I mentioned that I wished Sue and Eileen were here with me. I gasped for breath as I told Dárcy about my fictitious friends that I could convince to join us if only I could contact them again. I sobbed as I told Dárcy how lonely I felt sometimes when he wasn't in the room with me and said I was sure that they would love to be trained, as I had been.
"As long as you remain true to me?" I added quickly. "At least I would have some company." The bait was laid.
I woke up on that park bench near my flat, fully dressed as I had been when I was spirited away, just three days later. Even my prized jewellery and my purse were intact when I hurriedly checked. The note pinned to my dress instructed me to contact Sue and Eileen and wait for further contact, with them, at the same place in a weeks time.
I didn't read the rest of the more detailed instructions that they wrote as I had absolutely no intention of falling into their hands again.
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Monica and Olivia re-emerged from the bathroom together, smiling and joking as they checked the living room out in case the other girls had come home unexpectedly in their absence. They were both undressed and completely naked now. Olivia's earlier partially hidden pubic area was rosy pink and flushed with a freshly shaven hue. Bereft of her signature passage into womanhood, her shiny engorged labia portrayed her acute excitement and desire and she appeared pleased with the results.
"Does it look all right like this?" Olivia was radiant with happiness at Monica's expert attention to her young body. Her pink nipples, highlighted with recently applied makeup on her voluminous breasts, were larger than before. "Monica reckons she can get me more work with no hair on my pussy." She giggled infectiously. "What do you think?"
"Monica always knows best." I agreed as I picked up my dress and scampered eagerly behind both of them.
Lust took over all my earlier thoughts as I followed them into our bedroom squealing with anticipation of the delicious sexual relief to come.
Forgotten, in the events that took place between us that night, were my plans to sort out my abductors and their other sadistic friends.
Olivia was insatiable as she interacted with us uninhibitedly and lustfully. A total nymphomaniac, among other ladies at least, she appeared to have no need for men in order to obtain her satisfaction. She had only put up with Dárcy to please Michelle but had forgotten her previous loyalty to them, it seemed. Monica and I both fully enjoyed her charms and promised to take care of her from now on.
Amidst the loving atmosphere, I found it easier to tell the two of them more details about the rest of my stay with Dárcy and his unseen cronies. They both laughed with me as I told them how I had managed to outwit Dárcy and the others and finally secure my precious freedom once again. Olivia confessed that she had found certain aspects of Dárcy's bedroom behaviour to be a bit disturbing but Michelle would encourage her to try and overlook them. Neither of us pressed Olivia for details. I knew and I'm sure Monica suspected that both of them were equally depraved in their pursuit of sexual pleasure.
We were all awake early, before the others were up and about, so we tiptoed around as we dressed to go out again. Monica and I dressed, much as we had yesterday, but without Fred and Gilbert this time. Nothing should distract us from our renewed purpose today. Olivia only had her bra and dress with her so in the spirit of unity, left her panties in her handbag at the apartment.
"Just in case I chicken out." She giggled. She had no intention of going back to Michelle and Dárcy to live with them. Monica had told her that she was welcome to stay with us. We decided to go to the studio to meet Arnold and decide, between all of us, the best way to eliminate the entire abduction group that Michelle and Dárcy were plainly part of.
Monica expressed grim determination to eliminate any future danger to myself or Olivia by rounding up all their associates and having them put away for as long as possible. After my graphic descriptions of the way they had used me, she was seemingly intent on bringing all of them to justice of one sort or another.
"Prison's too good for them. It's a pity we can't give all of them the same treatment." She remarked casually as she drove down the deserted street just after turning out of our parking garage.
"It's still only your word against Dárcy and Michelle's that they were even involved at this stage." She mused. "Did you ever put a formal complaint in before you came here, Katrina?"
That made me think. It seemed so simple before now but Monica was right. I had certainly made inquiries at the time but drawn a blank. The evidence that Dárcy was involved was entirely circumstantial as far as the authorities might see it. At the time, all I had wanted to do was put as much distance between my abductors and myself as possible, never dreaming that I might meet up with any of them again.
"Well no! I couldn't really tell the police anything useful at the time."
"That means we're going to have to trap them into telling us where their friends live or follow them. My suggestion is that we tell Arnold everything. Maybe he can find out more from his client film company?"
"As long as you're sure he isn't involved himself." I had a strange foreboding sense about where this may take us. I remembered how well organised those people were. The more I thought about those mirrors in the room I thought of how easy it would be to film all my sexual activities without my being aware of it. I thought of the way I had played to the mirror at the time, believing that the people on the other side were merely being sexually stimulated by my newly discovered and outrageous love of anal sex.
The first thought about that possibility was last night in the bathroom but today it seemed even more likely that I was already a movie star of sorts. "What about that film company, darling. Do you know what sort of movies they make? They might do really hardcore pornographic stuff as well." I looked straight at Monica as she pulled up outside the studio. "I couldn't bear the thought of going back to them, now."
"Look, your imagination is beginning to run wild here. You do trust me don't you? Monica's expression was serious now.
"Of course darling." I hastened to answer. "You promised me that you would never let anything like that happen to me again."
