At 5pm her flight leaves
WARNING: If subjects containing non-consensual sex and violence offend you then please do not read this story. This story is a fantasy and therefore a piece of fiction. In no way does the author condone such behavior in real life but the author does welcome feedback.
Part one
Chloe had been nervously looking forward to the photo shoot since the airline had invited her to it a few days ago. The phone call had come completely out of the blue and they had given her surprisingly little warning. Also she had been told she could tell no one about it. She hated lying to her colleagues, but she stuck to her cover story, that she had been sent on a training course, instead of enjoying the rest period at the crew hotel. The man on phone justified it by saying it was about a secret marketing campaign.
She was too excited to question it that much. The fee she would be given was going to be huge and she would be the new face of the airline. So it was a great opportunity. Anyway she had always fancied giving modelling a go. They said once the campaign for the airline was out, she could have the whole set of pictures. Chloe looked forward to showing them off to her friends. They would be so jealous.
On the phone she had been told he would be waiting for her when she landed, holding a sign with her name on it, but at first she could not see it. He was there though, standing anxiously amongst the other waiting taxi drivers. Above his head was the Passenger Arrivals sign. He hoped it helped him blend in, looking like one of the crowd. When she finally spotted the sign she smiled, then waved. Her smile and wave reminded him how attractive she was. Once more he had chosen well he thought.
He watched her shapely legs as she strode confidently towards him, her travel bag wheeled behind her. His stress levels reduced slightly, it seemed he had indeed fooled her and she had taken him up on his offer. There was a lot to do yet before she was completely at his mercy, but so far it was a good start.
He forced a smile onto his face and admired the figure striding towards him. From the hat on her head to her shiny black shoes she looked great. Her dark blazer was buttoned up, showing only the top of the white blouse beneath it. Her skirt of the same colour was beautifully pressed and just above the knee. The coloured necktie was wrapped tightly around her neck and her tights were dark and sheer. Basically she was in her airline uniform and perfectly turned out. Although the uniform gave nothing away, he had watched her for months now and by enough hotel pools to know beneath laid a curvy figure. A sexy body he couldn't wait to explore and enjoy. Between his legs his cock grew hard at the thought of what he would do to her. Soon she would be his.
"Mr Hollingson?" she said.
"Call me Dave," he replied, trying to sound casual as they shook hands. His made-up name sounded strange to his ears. He took her bag and then held out his hand to point her towards the car park. "Good trip?" He asked.
"Oh the usual." She said. "Early morning start so grumpy customers, but it's a only a four hour trip. Such is the glamour of air travel," She laughed and he joined in eagerly. It was important that Chloe was relaxed with him.
He said no more as they walked together. Smiling on the inside, about the fact that she would be a lot more exhausted by the time she returned. That was if she made it back at all. They did not speak again until they were standing by his hire car.
"When do we have to have you back here?" he finally said.
"Return flight leaves at 5pm," she replied.
"Excellent just as I thought. Lots of time," he responded. He opened the car door, so she could get in.
"Thank you," she replied.
He smiled as she carefully and elegantly got into the car, her skirt lifting only a tiny bit, but none the less he got a thrill from seeing a bit more leg. He wandered to the back of the car, opened the boot and put her bag in. An article about the attacks on Sally and Rachel was poking out of his bag. A reminder that he had toyed with the idea of having the newspaper in the car, so Chloe could find it, and maybe they would then discuss the story. That would have really turned him on. However, he dismissed it as too risky, so he tucked it back into his bag and then shut the boot.
Happily the journey was uneventful. She seemed disinterested in making conversation, which suited him, so he just concentrated on driving. Occasionally his eyes strayed to her legs, but mostly he kept focussed on completing the journey as quickly as possible. He had expected her to query it sooner, but it was only when they pulled up to the border crossing that she spoke.
"Are you sure this is safe?" She said, sitting right up and looking in alarm from side to side. The border checkpoint was covered in barbed wire, with soldiers patrolling up and down, carrying impressively big guns. Chloe looked as though she expected to be hauled out of the car at any moment.
"Are you sure this will be ok," she repeated nervously.
"Of course," he said calmly. "I have worked in the north for months now. It really is fine. No where near as bad as the media paints it."
"But the airline told us never to go there," she said. It was the same argument she had used on the phone. "They say it's too dangerous."
"You'll be fine," he said, looking out of her side window. "As you know it's the airline sending you over the border. Just go with my friend Captain Morelli. She will take good care of you. In fact here she is." On cue the car door opened, and a muscular women leaned in and looked at them both. Chloe could not help, but be over whelmed by the physical presence of this woman. This person could easily be a shot putter or a weight lifter Chloe thought. If she wanted she could snap my neck as easily as a twig. Chloe reluctantly got out of the car; twice she seemed to hesitate as she walked to the customs hut with the Captain, but in the end they both disappeared inside.
They were inside for quite some while. Which was to be expected. However it was also time for his fears about having to rely on the Captain, for the capture of Chloe, to grow. He was struggling to breathe, before Chloe finally emerged, looking a little white and shaken.
"They showed you the video huh?" He said as she got in. "I did warn you they would." Fortunately Chloe did not seem to notice he too was looking nervous.
"Remind me not to get jailed in North Murkwell," she commented dryly. Once they were across the border it was a long way to the villa he had hired. He wanted Chloe to think about what she had seen, so he did not distract her with conversation. North Murkwell was indeed to be feared; unlike its southern neighbour, it was backward and very dangerous. She had walked into his trap, but it was not yet sprung.
Part two
He was watching through the open door to see what she would do. She had been told to kneel there and wait, whilst they left her alone. He was sure she would not dare to move or call out. Anyway who was there to call out to? It had been made clear to her how remote and secluded this villa was. The nearest house was far away, all around lay barren wasteland. He guessed when she had gone to the bathroom she had checked her phone and found no signal. All this preparation should mean she would have to be pretty stupid not realise she was completely trapped.
The Captain from the border crossing had appeared just as he planned it. Right after the shoot had finished. The shoot itself had been okay. There had been lots of walking up and down and the taking of cheesy photographs. He had delighted in making her take her hat off, or her blazer. At every opportunity he had touched her or said something inappropriate. Such as what sexy legs she had. By the end she must have wondered if he really was a photographer. "Should he not have a tripod," was one question she had braved asking. Once she asked to see the pictures. He had just ignored everything she said.
The Captain on her arrival had frogmarched the protesting Chloe back into the villa, the Captain's firm grip on her arm. There she had been told to sit on the sofa and be quiet. He had disappeared leaving them to it.
He did not want to see what the Captain did, partly because he felt it would spoil the excitement of having Chloe at his mercy for the first time. He wanted to be alone with Chloe rather than watch someone else in control of her. Secondly because the Captain terrified him too. This was a woman who really knew how to wield power and control. Watching her made him feel totally inadequate.
He took a step into the lounge. Chloe fast breathing was clearly audible in the silence of the room.
"Please no more," she quietly said, obviously having heard someone standing behind her. "I'll do as you say."
Chloe jumped as his hand gently touched her cheek. It was clear Chloe had feared it was the Captain coming back. This annoyed him, but he tried to push it out of his mind. He slowly moved his hand so it pushed her hair off her face, before running his fingers across her soft cheek.
"That's it," he said. "Stay nice and still. We are going to have a lot of fun together." He smiled as he gathered her hair up behind her head, arranging it into a sort of ponytail. His hand stroked all the way along its silky length. "Very nice," he murmured.
Chloe looked a lot different to the immaculately turned out stewardess on the shoot. There had been a sticky moment when on arrival at the villa, he had told her the make-up lady was ill. He pretended to take a phone call. The whole conversation had been a performance for Chloe's benefit. Obviously there wasn't anyone on the other end. Chloe being forced to do her own make up was nearly a deal breaker. However, he or more likely the money had persuaded her. He had to admit she had looked beautiful when she had finished. While she sat applying lipstick and mascara, he took the chance to talk to her, droning on about life in the North. Despite what he said earlier he had made it sound anything but safe. He took great pains to reinforce the message about how dreadful the prisons were. The video about them at the border had been awful. On the drive Chloe commented that it had made her feel sick.
