(A very special thanks to Shiree for making this a better read)
Her heart beat quickened. She knew what was to be done. She went to her wardrobe and selected a black micro mini skirt and tossed it on the bed. Next she chose a bra with half cups and a thong. She thought for a moment then tossed aside the bra.
"Hugo would anyway rip it off her body in no time at all," she thought. He loved her 36D boobs.
Next she opened the small box containing some jewellery pieces she had brought along with herself when she had entered the Greenwood Country Club. She looked at them and then finally picked a ring and then another. Then she sat in front of the mirror and began preparing for the night.
Hugo had sent his Audi to pick her up. The trip was a silent one. The chauffer never once glanced her way. He knew where to take her. She checked her watch to how long it had taken them. Almost forty five minutes. They had left the city behind and were in some thickly wooded area. The road wound up the sides of the long canyon, turning and twisting on itself like a snake in pain. In the far background Nikki caught the silhouette of mountains. Below a threadlike stream tumbled whitely over granite boulders.
The chauffeur abruptly made a right turn. He swung into a dirt road, carpeted with pine needles, which ran back to a cabin so skillfully blended with the trees that it seemed almost to be the work of nature rather than of man. The chauffeur swung the car into the shaded are back of the cabin and parked it.
She stepped out of the car and made way for the door as the car moved out.
"Guess he will be back to pick me up later," she thought with a shiver as a cool breeze picked up.
The sky was overcast with thick clouds. It would rain tonight.
His face lit up on seeing her. She knew that. She was dressed like a slut. Her dress just about managing to cover her thong, her breasts bra less, bouncing in rhythm to her steps.
He put his arm around her waist and took her inside. She looked around. The room was fairly well furnished. There was a Turkish rug on the floor and fire burning in the fireplace.
"Never thought him to be of a romantic type," she thought to herself.
"Hey handsome you sure live up well," she said, making a mental note of the staircase leading up to the first floor.
"You like it, huh?" he asked.
"Like my foot," she thought.
"A bit out of the town though," she said in a carefully cultivated tone of envy.
"Yeah, thirty minutes from the north side ridge," he replied and drew her close to him. Nikki made a quick mental note of the timeline uttered by the bull dog faced giant.
Hugo literally ripped off her dress and pushed her on the Turkish rug.
"Hey handsome, what's the hurry? We got all night to fuck," she said with distaste on having to say the four letter word.
He didn't reply. His mouth was latched on to her right boob while his massive paw began kneading her right boob. Nikki sighed. She closed her eyes and spread her legs. Hugo placed her legs on his broad shoulders and began pounding her.
"Uuunnghh ... ahhhh ..." wailed Nikki in pleasure, in frustration, as Hugo increased his tempo. The rain came splattering down in a torrent accompanied by the sound of a distant thunder. The man continued his humping unrelentlessly.
She thrashed her head from side to side, her hair falling over her face, eyes shut tight. Then with a final thrust he shot his semen inside her and slumped besides her. The two lay silently, her breasts rising and falling to the rhythm of her irregular breathing.
"Get me a drink," he grunted.
Nikki walked over to the drinks cabinet with the empty glasses. Hugo lay with his eyes closed. She turned her back to him so that the drinks were obscured from his sight. Looking closely at the ring she had worn, she gently pressed the crescent design which worked as a lever. The top of the ring opened and she quickly poured its contents into his glass. Making sure it was fully dissolved, she walked back to Hugo and handed him his glass. Hugo looked up at her, his drink in her hand.
This one was the best he had tasted at the Greenwood Country Club. "She had class, no doubt about that," he thought to himself. He drank contently, watching her play with his cock. He grunted as she took him in her mouth, his limp cock responding to her ministrations. He finished his glass and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of her tongue. He would soon roll her over and take her puckered ass hole.
Nikki watched him from between his legs. His snoring was more pronounced now. The drug had done its job! Now she had her job to finish. She spat out his half erect manhood from her mouth and looked up at the staircase.
She made her way up steadily, trying her very best to avoid making any noise. She needn't have bothered. He was in a deep slumber and it would be hours before the effects of the drug wore off. There were four rooms along the corridor, two on each side. She checked them out. The first three had some furniture's but were otherwise bare. The last one seemed to be Hugo's bedroom.
But there was no sign of Tom. She felt disheartened.
Oh she had hoped and hoped.
Nikki looked around. She began opening the drawers, careful not to leave anything behind. She stopped. Something caught her attention. She reached out inside. Her eyes light up with recognition.
It was Tom's wallet! She looked inside. There were some notes and his driving license.
Her breath quickened. "They must have brought him here after his abduction," she surmised.
"Must have kept him here for some time."
She went cold, "Hugo had spoken about finishing off somebody. Could he have?"
Nikki shook her head. She looked out of the window, watching the rain coming down hard. A building! Out there in the distance! It was an outhouse.
Nikki whirled around and dashed down the stairs, her boobs bouncing in the air. She grabbed the bunch of keys lying on the side table in the living room and rushed out in the rain.
She ran naked towards the outhouse, oblivious of the rain drops hitting her like liquid bullets, the wet ground covering her feet and ankle in mud. She tried the first key, then the second. The lock snapped open. Nikki pushed hard with all her strength. The wooden door slowly swung open with a creaking sound.
She saw her man in the shadows. Tom was tied to a chair, his hands behind him and handcuffed as a double security. His head was hanging to one side, eyes closed.
Nikki rushed to his side. Gingerly she took his face in both her hands.
"Tom, oh Tom, what have they done to you."
He did not respond. There were bruises on his face, dried blood stuck to the corner of his lips. He had taken some beating in their hands. Her eyes brimmed over with tears. She kissed him softly, brushing away the mud sticking on his face. He was drugged. No doubt about that. She pressed his face to her bosom. She stopped, releasing him. Looking around she picked up a wet piece of cloth and began to wipe her breasts, as though cleaning away the presence of another man on her body. She again took his head and pressed him to her now pure breasts.
Nikki held him tightly. Tom opened his eyes, staring blankly at her face. He was responding.
She cried happily, running her hand over his face like a mother caressing her child. She felt rejuvenated. The pain, suffering, humiliation she had suffered now no longer tormented her. Nothing seemed to matter.
He needed something to eat. She turned and ran back to the house. Hugo was sound asleep on the rug, his cock limp and shriveled. She gave him a look of contempt and dashed into the kitchen. She poured some fruit juice into a flask. She snapped open the hidden latch on the second ring and poured its contents into the juice. She had been given an anti drug formulation, just in case she was exposed to a drug scene. This would help Tom in regaining his senses. Grabbing some bread and biscuits she once again ran out naked in the rain.
Lovingly she fed her man as though he was a child. With one hand she braced his head, then placing the flask on his lips she let the juice trickle down his throat. In between she pushed some mashed pieces of biscuit and bread into his mouth. Then again she poured some more juice down his throat. With a satisfied nod she cleaned up his face, making sure not to leave anything that would arouse suspicion.
She looked back one last time at him.
"I'll get you out baby, even if I have to sell my soul to the devil."
Nikki locked the door and retraced her path. The rain was receding. She rinsed the flask and set it back at its place. Making sure everything was back to normal, she began dressing up, leaving out the semen crusted thong.
Sometime later she heard the engine of the car. As the car came to a halt, she opened the door and stepped out, without even a backward glance at the sleeping giant.
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She hardly slept. She kept her room closed as she wanted to remain alone. Tom was alive and well. That's all that mattered. But now she had to think of a way to get him out. She dare not ring up the cops. In fact they may not even be aware of Tom's abduction. It had not been made public. And then it was quite possible that some of them could be on the payroll of the club. After all such a classy set up could not operate without some kind of protection.
She would have to get back to Cyndi who in turn could inform the FBI on the number they had given her.
But how was the question.
She had washed herself clean and was sitting nude on her bed except for a towel wrapped over her hair.
Could she trust one of the girls? Some of them had the liberty to go out alone. No, that was risky. Supposing they informed Eve? Yes something like that must have happened with Greta.
The doctor? Should she confide in him? After all he had expressed his desire to take her away from here and set her up independently. "In other words, make her his mistress," she thought wryly. No, she couldn't trust him either. Everybody seems to have a stake in the well being of the Greenwood Country Club.
But she couldn't wait for long either. It seemed Hugo was personally guarding Tom. That meant something big was going to happen soon and they didn't want to have anything going wrong. But exactly what was going to happen? Something to do with international business? International business! ... hmm ... a smile began to play on her lips.
