A journey that neither one thought they would go on, please enjoy and feedback your comments as my journey as an author has only just begun.
For those who love a little humour and a twist in a tale, I write for you.
Thanks to slickNick2412 for his helpful suggestions.
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Slowly she swam up through the fog in her brain feeling slightly nauseous. She started to try to move towards the side of the bed, her eyes still closed, her shoulders and arms aching as if she was suffering a strong bout of flu, only to find they would not move away from behind her back.
Suddenly the memories flooded back into her brain. The men in the car sweeping her to the large mansion, the questions that she couldn't answer, and finally the terror of hanging by her arms from the ceiling and being assaulted by that hard persistent man, and the quiet and scary way his eyes seemed to bore into her as he caused her pain and humiliation.
Pulling frantically at her arms she felt the cuffs holding her wrists together behind her, jerking them to try to make them move. But to no avail. All she felt was the sting around her wrists and a tug of leather around her waist as she realised that the cuffs were attached to some kind of belt cinched tight around her middle.
Laying uncomfortably on her side, she looked down at herself, finding herself completely naked, the thick wide brown leather pinching in her waist, sitting tight under her rib cage and down to just above the point of her navel.
"Oh my God someone help me. Please." escaped her mouth in a shrill plea as she started to roll onto her front, her legs scrambling against the white cotton sheets below her, struggling wildly.
"Nice to see you're awake Miss Williams."
The smooth voice of the man came from somewhere behind her and made her lay still in fear.
"What are you going to do with me?"
"That depends on you Miss Williams. As I told you before, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. All I want is some information and a little entertainment."
Looking round over her shoulder as she lay there on her stomach she tried to see the owner of the deep voice, but was unable to lift her head high enough, the feeling of hard leather cutting into her neck where her shoulder and neck met stopping her. She suddenly became aware of the leather collar encircling her neck, hard and confining. Her hair falling across her face, some of it in her mouth, she collapsed her head back down to the bed, starting to cry softly.
"I don't know where Mr Bowman is, or your money. I really don't. What are you going to do to me? I haven't done anything to you. I don't have your money. Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I can Miss Williams, and I do believe you when you say you don't know where Mr Bowman is, but I also believe you might have some idea where he is most likely to run to, and whilst I extract that knowledge from the deep recesses of your memory I intend to enjoy the delights that your body offers me."
Lifting up her head she spat out at the disembodied voice, "You bastard, you fucking pervert, what kind of a man are you that you have to tie up a woman and rape her to get your rocks off?"
In the ensuing silence all Rebecca could hear was her heavy breathing as she lay there helpless and scared, her nerves stretched tight as she waited for the man to say something in response to her outburst.
Chris stood back from the end of the bed, looking down at the naked woman, her pert bottom sitting high on the top of long slim limbs, her small feet pointed towards him. The lovely pale skin of her slim back broken up with the line of the thick brown belt around her waist, and her wrists pinned to it by the cuffs linked to the D ring close by the belts buckle. Her slim arms twisted behind her, hands facing outwards, fisted in a sign of defiance..