Helena eased the Mercedes out of the garage, turned into the driveway and after pausing briefly at the gate, drove quickly into the street.
She had what were now becoming common place feelings of apprehension as she went to yet another assignation with the doctor who now had complete control over her life. Fortunately her husband was away at a business conference and would not be returning for a week. This avoided having to make excuses about visiting friends. The car drove quietly but quickly towards the motorway on her way north.
Handling the car with an experts touch she thought of her predicament. She had originally gone to the doctor because she thought she was pregnant, this proved to be incorrect, but even now he still held control over her after her disgrace in his surgery and then of course the rest of the humiliating videos and photos. The thing was, although she hated being used like this, there was also an element of excitement in it. The doctor's perverted imagination had placed her in several perilous positions, but up to now she had never been caught. She wondered what he wanted now.
She had been ordered to drive north across the border. Although it was over two hundred miles, in the fast car it would only take about an hour and a half. She was to find a pub in a country town Cragill, where she was to meet the doctor.
She had been ordered to wear her very respectable grey business suit, white blouse, slip, stockings and regular underwear. This surprised her as normally he wanted her to wear some weird gear or none at all!
The miles purred past until she approached the exit route she was instructed to take. From then on she drove more slowly along the narrower country roads. Finally at almost twelve she approached Cargill. It was a small sized town with a main road and a few side roads. It did not take her long to find the pub. She parked the car as instructed in a car park between the pub and a three floor office block noticing the doctors Porsche. After getting out and locking the door she took a deep breath and entered through the front door.
The place was full even at this early hour and the room was full of noise and chatter. Working my way through the crowd of mostly men I spied the doctor sitting drinking a glass of wine and approached him.
"What do you want this time, were miles from anywhere?"
"Helena, you should have learnt by now don't ask questions, I'll tell you what to do and when, now I'll fetch you a drink and a snack. Sit down and keep quiet."
Helena sat on the stool, ignoring the uncouth men who stood staring at her.
After a few moments the doctor returned with a few sandwiches, and another glass of wine.
She munched on the sandwiches as the doc looked around the bar. She never expected any conversation and was never disappointed. The doctor had made it clear on numerous occasions that he was only interested in her body.
They sat until both had finished, and looking at his watch he said, "Right let's get on with it. Come on."
The doctor led Helena out of the pub across the car park to the office building on the opposite side. The side door was open and the doctor led Helena through. They walked past a stair well and into the ground floor corridor. Next to the stairs was a lift which they took to the top floor. The doctor knew exactly where to go leading Helena to a small office at the end of the corridor.
"Now you are to go into this office and sit at the desk, now that shouldn't be too difficult should it?"
"But what's going on?"
"You will soon find out, for now all you have to do is wait. I will leave you here and see you later."
Helena heart started to beat as the doctor opened the door and left, what on earth was going on?
The doctor smiled to himself as he left Helena waiting nervously, this adventure had been initiated a week earlier whilst I was talking to a friend of mine who was in special branch of the army. I can recall it in every detail...
"It's a pity we can't get our hands on a real woman for a change, all these practices on dummies is no fun at all."
"Do you mean that Donald?"
"Right on doc."
Donald worked for a very secret part of the government. Its operations were very covert and only just bordered on the legal, and in fact sometimes went over the border. Catching and interrogating terrorists was one of their activities.
"If we could get hold of a real woman it might stimulate these wankers into some action."
"Well I might just be able to help you there," I said.
"Do you mean that?"
"Oh I think I can get someone to help you."
"She not some ugly bitch is she?"
"Oh no, definitely not that." I winked.
"Well in that case..."
I leant over to him, "leave it to me."
And that is how Helena came to be sitting at a desk in an office building in the center of town, when six masked men entered the room carrying short sub machine-guns.
"Get on the floor quick and no false moves."
"What!"
"On the floor."
The man shouted at her. Still resisting she was grabbed by two of the men and pushed roughly to the ground.
"Hands behind your back."
Helena frightened by the violence of the men obeyed. The carpet smelt of cleaner and she was strangely aware of the rough texture of the pile.
"Standard cuffs 1."
Helena's hands were grabbed and her wrists were encased in the metal cuffs. With all the wriggling and speed, her skirt had ridden up her legs exposing the darker tops of her stockings to the men. She wanted to pull it down but was helpless to do so.
"You can't do this."
"Shut up!"
The man shouted at her as he leant over her.
"Lift her up."
She was dragged to her feet, to stand held by her arms between two men of the men. One of them turned to the other men who stood alert looking at Helena. Donald looked at the woman, god she was a stunner. The doctor had not lied when he said she was something else, not only that she was his to do as he wanted, but he was not allowed to fuck her. Donald had been very specific on that count. Still that gave him plenty of scope!
"What now 2?"
"Check for concealed weapons sir."
"Go on then."
The man approached her and ran his hands lightly under her armpits and down her sides.
Helena struggled in the mens grip.
"Nothing there sir."
"How would you know you wally, she's the enemy not yer girlfriend. Like this and watch."
The man came over to Helena and roughly held her hair forcing her head around.
"Where are they then?"
