"Whew," Bob gasped. He sighed in relief and apologized. "I guess I wasn't thinking, Marvin. Goddamn! I'm glad you didn't shoot. Shit!"
Marvin stood up and stepped forward, appraising the girl with cold, amber eyes. "Well, well. So this is little Miss Judeth Brathmeyer, our ticket to health and wealth in the Bahamas. Give us a smile, sweetheart," he said, addressing Judeth.
Judeth smirked and gave the man a cold stare. "How long will I have to stay in this dump?" she blurted out.
"Now, now, Judeth," Marvin said condescendingly. "That's no way to treat your hosts, is it?"
"Shove it," she replied brashly.
"Well, boys," came the woman's icy voice. "It sounds like the little rich bitch doesn't appreciate our taking her in. Perhaps I should teach her some manners. What do you say, Marvin?"
"Just hold on now, Margaret. I don't want you fucking around with the merchandise just yet. I'm going to have a word with Bob while we chain her up downstairs. Be right back," Marvin said as he took his leave of Margaret.
Marvin led Judeth and Bob down a long, winding staircase that opened into a large basement room. When Marvin turned on the lights, Judeth was stunned to see that the room was decorated like a medieval torture chamber. The walls were lined with thick wooden racks, custom-built to hold a vast assortment of whips, chains, paddles, leather hoods, gags and birch sticks.
"Good Lord in heaven! What in the world is all this stuff?" Judeth gasped in astonishment. "This place is from another world."
"Yes, my little Miss Brathmeyer," Marvin replied matter-of-factly. He spoke in a haughty manner, and with a great deal of pride. "Feast your little eyes, my lovely. What you are looking at is one of the world's most extensive collections of torture devices. I'm a connoisseur. I suppose one might call it a strange vice to collect such bizarre instruments of torture, but I am quite fond of my collection. Isn't this a lovely cat-o'-nine-tails?" he queried Judeth as he plucked a wicked black whip with nine strands of thick leather off the rack.
"Y-yes, it is something, all right," Judeth said in mock appreciation as she stood before the strange man. "I bet that thing really could hurt a person, huh?"
"Oh, yes indeed, Miss Brathmeyer. Yes, indeed. This little beauty sure can sting. Would you like to feel its bite, darling?" he asked with a sly grin.
"N-no sir," she answered quickly. "No thank you."
He laughed and replaced the wicked leather whip, saying, "I'm sure you wouldn't like it, Judeth." Then licking his lips and leering at her, he added, "Same women do, you know."
"I wouldn't know," she said, shaking her head.
"Well, let's hope for your sake that you never find out what it's like to be whipped with the cat, or with any of my fine assortment of whips, thongs, and paddles. Let's hope that your father, the great, wealthy Mr. Bratton Brathmeyer sees fit to ball you out of this mess. And soon. It'll cast him a cool million dollars, and not a penny less, to ransom your ass out of here."
"He'll pay it," Judeth said. "He loves me. My father loves me and I know he'll give you the money."
"Well, little Judeth," the man said threateningly, "for your sake, let's hope so." Then, he stepped over to a heavy wooden table and, with Bob's help, he pushed the table into the center of the room. Next, he gestured for Judeth to step forward. She did so and stared in awe. The thick wooden table was equipped with heavy steel pegs which protruded from each corner. Attached to the pegs were thick leather cuffs which, she realized at once, were intended to hold the victim strapped to the table. Judeth flinched and stepped back bumping into Bob.
"Hold her while I strip off her clothes," the man instructed his cohort.
"With pleasure," Bob answered as he held her tightly in his firm grasp. "Say, Marvin, after we get her all squared away down here, do you think that I could…?"
"Sure, no problem, Bob," Marvin replied brusquely. "Hell, you've done a damned good job. A nice, clean professional job. You can have her for a while. Don't mess her up too badly though. Fuck her if you want to, or make her suck your cock, but don't beat her up. We want this little kitten to look nice in case we need to take any pictures to convince her old man that he should cough up some of his money."
Judeth was stunned! She stared at the two men in disbelief. It was only then that she realized how dangerous these people could be. They were serious – dead serious! She thought of her father. Surely, he would meet their demands. Surely, her father would pay to have her freed. And her father could afford a million dollars. He was a millionaire many times over. She knew that. But, how long would it take? And, suppose her father was not even in the country? He often took long trips to Europe… and why would they need pictures of her? She was too confused to understand what was going on. She decided to try to cozy up to the man who was obviously the ring-leader, the man named Marvin. Perhaps, if she won him over, ingratiated herself with him and got him to like her, perhaps then things would go easier on her.
She did not resist when Marvin pulled off her clothes. Standing before him, in a vain attempt to hide her nakedness, she spoke. "Your… your n-name is M-Marvin, right?" she muttered.
"Yes, darling. So it is. You can call me Marvin if it suits you. It's not my real name, but that's what I go by."
"W-well, Marvin," she continued. "Have you contacted my father yet? Have you heard from him?"
"Well, no," he said abruptly. "Margaret is trying to reach him right now. It scans that he is out of town. We did manage to speak to your Aunt Mary, however, and she promised to relay our message, that is, our demands."
"Thank God!" Judeth gasped in relief. "Then, something's being done."
"Yes, my dear girl," Marvin replied with a cool grin. "Something's being done."
Marvin and Bob lifted the naked girl to the table and bound her ankles and wrists to the pegs. She didn't struggle. There was no sense in fighting them. They were stronger, and she was terribly frightened. All that she could do was wait, and hope for the best.
As Marvin prepared to leave, he turned to Bob. "Do whatever you want to her, but don't damage the merchandise too much. Okay?"
"Sure," Bob replied as he quickly began to strip off his leisure suit.
When Marvin reached the passageway, he spun on his heels, pointed his finger at the anxious and eager man and said, "Bob, don't hurt the girl. That's not a threat, my man. That's a sincere warning." Then, Marvin cocked his head, stood silently and appeared to be in deep thought for a moment. Almost as an afterthought, he added, "By the way, keep your filthy cock out of her asshole. You can fuck her in the mouth or in the cunt, but leave her asshole alone. That's to be saved for me. Understand?"
"Sure, boss. I understand," Bob answered as he stepped out of his trousers.
Marvin disappeared through the passageway, and Judeth heard his footsteps as he walked upstairs. She was left alone with Bob. She looked at him tentatively. He seemed to go about preparing to fuck her with great ease, but in a meticulous manner. He folded up his clothes carefully and placed them on a chair in the corner. And, he whistled all the while.
Judeth was perplexed at the man's strange behavior.
But, when he turned and faced her, she quickly came to her senses. Bob was a man – a full-grown man, with a man-sized prick. The lecherous look in his eyes frightened her.
He stepped forward and took in her luscious young body. "Nice tits," he muttered as he reached clown and gripped her ripe tits in his hands. He rubbed her tits anti pinched her nipples. Them he bent down and sucked one of her nipples.
"Mmmm," he murmured as he sucked her taut nipple into his mouth. "Nice tits, darling," he said as he leaned over and took her other nipple between his lips. He bit down hard, causing a painful sensation in her firm tits. The pain coursed through her veins and she winced. Looking up at the man, she wept and inquired, "What are you going to do to me?"