"Klausen!" spat Grace as soon as KC told her that the girls were missing. "I'll kill that bastard!"
"Don't do anything hasty," warned KC. "I agree that it must have been Klausen. I already have people finding out more about him. We'll get your girls back."
Once the plane landed, the lid to the box was pried off and two blinking, naked girls were helped from the box. They never had a chance to resist or struggle. As they were adjusting to the bright light, strong hands gathered their arms behind them and bound them tightly at the wrist and elbow. Alana cried out at the pain of having her shoulders strained back so viciously. This earned her a gag to silence her as an old rag was stuffed into her mouth and her lips were covered with duct tape.
"Make a noise and you'll receive the same," said a thickly accented voice.
"Let go of my Mistr…" Patience had started to protest the treatment of Alana but her argument was cut off with another old rag and more duct tape. The two girls were then marched out of the plane.
It was cold outside and a heavy snow was falling. The naked beauties shivered and gooseflesh quickly covered their bodies as they were roughly pushed forward. Fortunately, they didn't have to walk far. They reached a waiting truck and were unceremoniously lifted and dumped into the back of the truck. It wasn't much warmer in the vehicle, but at least snow was not falling on them and they could snuggle together to share their body heat. The truck started and the girls headed off on the next leg of their journey to an unknown destination.
By the time the girls were unloaded from the truck thirty minutes later, they were shivering. With blue lips and rock-hard nipples, they were, once again, marched through the snow. With their elbows bound behind them, they had virtually no way to even provide a little protection from the cold. They couldn't cover themselves with their arms, rub their frigid flesh or even crouch forward to shelter themselves.
They noticed that they were in the mountains. Under different circumstances, they would probably have marveled at the beauty of the majestic peaks, but this was the farthest thing from their minds. They were cold and that's all they could think about. Postcard scenery would have to wait for another day.
After a short, frigid walk, they were escorted into a mansion where they were finally met with some warmth. The heat would work its way into them slowly, however. In the meantime, gooseflesh-covered bodies would continue to shiver uncontrollably.
Their escorts left them in the hands of a man who appeared to be a butler or some other kind of servant. He grasped an elbow from each of the girls and guided them down a hallway and into a spacious living room. There, they were confronted with their captor.
Herr Klausen was standing imperially in front of the fireplace with the same evil grin that had unnerved Patience on the island. Patience recognized the vile man immediately but Alana had no idea who he was. She just knew that she didn't like him.
"I am Herr Klausen," he started. "You will address me as Master from now on. You are my property." Even his voice sounded evil, thought Alana. The man gestured to the servant who stepped in front of the two girls.
"Your gags will be removed," Klausen said in a clipped tone. "You will not speak. If you speak, I will cut out the tongue of the other."
The eyes of both girls went wide with terror at this threat. But both of the girls believed the man. The butler reached up and ripped off the tape from each beautiful face. Then he fished the rags out of their mouths and left. Neither girl uttered a word.
"Your former owner was foolish," Klausen went on. "I offered to buy you but she refused. I was left with no choice." The man stepped forward and slowly circled the shivering girls. Behind them, he lifted their bound hands, raising their arms until they had to bend at the waist. Then he lowered them and continued his orbit around them.
Standing in front of them, he grasped a breast from each girl, squeezing them. His face showed no emotion and no appreciation of the wonderfully firm breasts. He could just as easily have been comparing melons in a grocery store. He lifted the same breasts in his hands and bounced them, shifting his gaze back and forth to compare them. Then he released the luscious mounds. At no time, did he look at their faces. Their feelings and reactions were of no interest to him. He was inspecting assets.
"Acceptable," he pronounced after his inspection tour was completed. Then he produced a knife and sliced through the ropes that were binding the arms so painfully. Herr Klausen took a seat in a comfortable wing-back chair but did not invite the girls to make themselves comfortable. So they remained standing.
"You are here for a purpose," he started. "Two purposes to be more precise. You are here for my entertainment and I should warn you that I have very exotic interests."
Images of fingernails being pulled out and surgical experiments being conducted on their bodies flashed through Alana's mind. This man seemed capable of anything cruel.
"And you are here to further the cause," he continued. Both girls raised their eyebrows at that comment, wondering what they were expected to do for the cause and which cause it was. The reaction did not go unnoticed by Klausen. "What cause, you are wondering."
Klausen went on to explain to the girls. He had been a young teenager during the "unlawful invasion" of his country in the last world war and had witnessed the humiliation of watching his country being defeated. He explained that the principles and values upon which that society had been built were valid and correct and true and that the defeat was simply due to the ineptitude of the leadership. He was going to rebuild using those same basic values and principles and he assured the girls that he was not inept. He was going to create a master race that would someday rule the world.
He might not be inept, thought Alana, but he was certainly deranged. The danger of their situation became very clear at that point and she was suddenly very afraid.
"You will bear my children," he announced. "But don't worry. You will not have to raise them. I have a staff of trained professionals to mold them. You will simply be my brood mares."
Patience's mind was spinning. This was crazy! They were kidnapped by a crazy man and carted halfway around the world to wherever they were. And it was to make babies? Not only that, but those babies were supposed to rule the world? This sounded like the plot of a very bad B movie.
"I would advise you to be compliant," he went on. "I have already given you one example of how the lack of obedience will be treated. And, as I said, I have very exotic tastes. I would enjoy slicing out a tongue. All that I need from you is your womb. Most other parts are dispensable. I would also enjoy amputating your arms and legs and it will not affect your usefulness to me. If I don't slice off your breasts, they will be useful in nursing your babies. But if you do not obey, they will make very stylish purses."
Chapter 14: Human Brood Mares
Patience felt like some sort of human experiment. For the past three days, she and Alana spent each day in a laboratory. They were each strapped to benches that held them at a slight angle with their heads at the lowest point.
Their arms were strapped to their sides and were essentially useless. Their legs were splayed widely and Patience felt the strain in her groin each morning as they were spread and bound. But by midday, the burn in her muscles died away.
A team of doctors and nurses and lab assistants attended to them. Or maybe the team worked on them. Patience couldn't tell what they were doing. And she had trouble telling them apart. They all wore gowns, sanitary masks, hair nets and gloves. All that she could really see was their eyes and whether or not a pair of breasts tented the gown.