Of Lost Chances and Great Escapes
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here were a few generally accepted ways to handle a kidnapping; you could panic because you didn't know what was going on, you could kick and scream in some vain hope that a passerby felt inclined to help you, or you could fight back if you had the strength to do so.
Sarah chose none of those. Instead, she went along. She didn't flinch when the black bag came down, nor when the four men-- and one woman, judging by the hand size-- groped her every which way looking for weapons. She knew better than to resist because resisting made it more likely she'd be strip searched . She couldn't loose her belt, because with it would go any hope of escape.
Deep breaths became mandatory.
Keep focused.
She told herself.
Just stay on top of things. You're smarter than they are. You're
better
than they are.
That might not have been the truest statement she had ever made. They'd ambushed her, kept spread out so as not to make one target and boxed her in so smoothly she hadn't even realized it until they were on top of her. The mark of professionals, no doubt.
Tessarie was in full on panic behind her and Sarah turned against the hands still feeling her up for weapons. She couldn't see much through the bag but the pinpoints of light peeking through holes in the fabric. She could imagine plenty, though; the fear and uncertainty. Knowing that her dreams of freedom had just been dashed by forces unknown.
The group's woman slid her hand into Sarah's blouse, feeling around her skin, groping her breasts-- massaging them. Sarah exhaled a huff, idly wondering just what kind of kidnapping they were in for. "Miss Variel, you've no reason to panic. . . Calm down, dear. I'm sure this is just a misunderstanding. Let's let the good woman be on her way, hm?"
The little elf whimpered and cried out indistinctly. There was a distinct sound when someone was punched in the stomach-- that sound like air being ripped from their lungs by hot tongs. That sound came from Tessarie as her weight sagged and her silhouette disappeared from view. Replaced by a man scooping her up into his arms and turning down the alley.
The people crowded around Sarah jostled her deeper into the alley. She let them, closing her eyes half way while she forced her heart to beat slower. She would be all right. They weren't taking her directly to Zxhoo or half the city would've been in flames by now, which meant they probably would have to transport her to Lekemsal-- or the remains of it, anyway.
Knowing that, she could plan her tactics. Yes, there was no reason to panic.
Deep breath
.
She was better than they were. Smarter, wiser, longer lived. She threw her shoulders back and stood straighter. Damned straight, she was. She was Sarah-gods-damned-Kettar, after all. She could carry herself with dignity and pride all the way there because she had, or would have, a plan.
So that's exactly what she did for the rest of the 20 minute walk to the docks district.
They entered a warehouse, went up a ramp and stopped in an office where both women were deposited into chars. Sarah was tied down at the wrists and a handcuff was locked around her right wrist. Her heart punched into her throat when the metal came down, the heavy padlock pulling at her delicate wrist like a ball and chain. Her confidence began to falter.
The man with the scars on his face ripped the hood off. Sarah barely managed to keep from flinching as she looked up at him and said in her most cheerful surprised voice. "Is this the part where I promise to look you up the morning after? Because if it is--"
He reared his hand back to slap her. She jerked away by reflex. He smiled. "No' so funny when yer tied up, are ya?"
"Humor has never been my strongest suit, but I can tell its yours." She leaned back in the creaky wooden chair, glancing at Tessarie out of the corner of her eye. The little elf had been given the same treatment she had and remained perfectly still, her rich olive skin beaded with sweat as her eyes searched the four around her for some sign of what was to come. Sarah put the girl's fate out of her mind and turned to look up at scar face. She flashed him a smile and crossed her legs as though she was atop a throne.
Scarface leaned against a table littered with iron tools designed for metal work; cutters and pressers that could easily meld warm steel into shape and, Sarah was sure, rend bone every bit as easily. The man caught the look and glanced at the table. It was his turn to smile.
He took a deep breath and stepped forward. "Sarah, Sarah, Sarah--"
"Dear, best not to take my name in vain, lest it mean less when you actually do want to call it."
He arched a brow. "Yeah? An' why would I wann'a say your name, ay?" He stepped froward, his greasy hand reaching out. He ran his fingers through her silky mane, no doubt leaving trails of oil in her coppery strands. "You know what this stuff is, don'ya luv? He only said we gotta bring you in alive-- doesn't haff'a be in one piece."
Sarah didn't recoil, turning her gaze up to him with a smarmy little smile. "Let me let you in on a little secret about dealing with dragons, dear."
"Oh? Yah hear that? She's gonna educa'e us!"
There was a hoot from some of the men to her left. Tessarie whimpered, struggled against her bonds. It was all Sarah could do not to break eye contact with the man looming over her. "Lean in, dear." The man did so, grabbing a hand full of her hair so she couldn't move. When he was close enough she nipped at his ear playfully and murmured in a sultry, silky tone. "Dragons kill anyone they deal with so they never have to pay on their debts."
"That right?"
"Mhm."
He jerked her head back, shoved himself into her lap and bore down on her with the wretched stink of body odor and sweat. Before she could react, he kissed her roughly and grabbed her breast through her vest with one large hand. Her glasses smashed up into her eyes, she sucked in a breath through her nose, finding only his fetid stink. She sunk away in her mind and let the man have his moment. She was better than they were, she reminded herself as she opened her mouth to invite his tongue in. He didn't tease, ramming his tongue into her mouth and squeezing her breast hard.
"Sarah!" Tessarie cried out. One of the men whistled loudly and a murmur of approval rippled through the group. A few seconds later the elf was letting out a groan, muttering for them to stop for all the good it would do.
Sarah knew better, though. This wasn't going to stop. She closed her eyes and focused her thought. The man's tongue swirled around hers and he sucked her breath away as his hand groped her roughly, pressing her nipple in to the generous flesh of her breast with his thumb. After a moment he broke the kiss to look at his would be conquest. He smiled a dark grin that showed off his rotting teeth.
"Done so soon?" Sarah breathed. The thought of Tessarie's own cum still on her tongue, the tongue he had just been attacking, tickled her fancy and so she smiled.
