kingclingus business detour chapter 5

More writings from the excellent kingclingus


CHAPTER 5

Several men in riot gear were walking toward the wall that concealed you. The man holding the large square box with the antennae stopped in front of the wall. “The signal’s strongest right here. She must be behind this wall.”
In the small square room behind the wall, Ryder had pulled you off his lap and into a sitting position on the couch. You worked at the large ball gag wedged deeply in your mouth, trying desperately to cry out, to signal to the men that you were imprisoned here. “MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHH!”
Ryder covered your gagged mouth again, clamping down firmly. “Hush for a moment, my sweet.” He looked pensive. “They know you’re here. How are these men tracking you?”
He released your mouth and drew out a round object about the size of his fist. He clicked a button on the side of the object and small white light began to strobe from the object’s surface. The strobe light shot through your vision as Ryder held the object to your face and then drew it slowly down your neck and shoulders. There was a short series of beeps. Ryder pushed you to the floor, flipped you on to your stomach and pulled your bound wrists upwards. Your heart sank as you knew what he would discover.
“Well, look at that,” Ryder said. “They implanted a little tracking chip in your wrist. No wonder they found you so easily. A very prudent move by your husband. He must have known it was likely you would be kidnapped.”
There was a dull thud against the wall. You and Ryder looked to the screens. Men in riot gear were using the battering ram to break into the room where Ryder held you captive.
Ryder stood. He collected your husband’s portfolio that he had taken from you and walked back to where you lay on the floor.
“This round to you and your husband then, my dear. Rest assured we’ll meet again. I still need you to tell me what’s in this portfolio. After you tell me, I’ll be taking you to another place that’s very interested in you for other reasons.”
The wall was beginning to crack as the battering ram crashed against the wall again. Ryder had brought your luggage into the room as well. He unzipped your bag and laid some of your clothing over you.
Ryder walked to the opposite wall. He pressed a concealed button and the wall opened. As the wall closed behind him he looked over his shoulder and smiled chillingly at you.
Minutes later, the men in riot gear finally broke through the wall. The leader unbuckled the large ball gag from the back of your neck and pulled it from your mouth with a wet popping sound. “Mrs. Kimberly Williams?” he asked.
You were untied. As the men in riot gear guarded the room, you changed into a simple white camisole, sweater and jeans. You tied your hair up in a pony tail. They brought you water. As you drank, one of the men in riot gear brought you a satellite phone. “Your husband,” he said.
You talked. Your husband spoke lovingly to you, relieved that you had been found. You told your husband of your ordeal. “He wanted to ask me about the portfolio. Luckily your men found me before he could question me too much. But he took the portfolio. He even found my tracking chip.”
“Doesn’t matter,” your husband said. “The portfolio’s encoded. He won’t be able to make sense of it. That was a very near thing, Kimmi. Ryder is a very dangerous man. He killed Anatoly, the real man I’d sent to meet you at the airport. He’s notorious for corporate espionage, revenge abductions and too many murders to count. I’m going to have the men bring you to where we’re staying. You’re going to be under constant protection and I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
The leader and four men escorted you downstairs to where a large black limousine awaited. Police cars with flashing lights waited in front and behind the limo. The reader stepped close to you. “You’ll be under heavy guard for the whole ride. This is an armored, bulletproof car. You’ll have police escort. We’ll be able to track you at all times. Don’t worry.”
You climbed into the limo. Three of the men climbed in behind you, still wearing their riot gear. The leader leaned into the car. “These men won’t leave your side. They’ll keep you safe and deliver you to your husband.” He shut the door.
The caravan left. You watched the flashing police lights dance around the interior of the car. One of the men in riot gear sat next to you. Two more sat across from you. The two sitting across from you removed their helmets to wipe the sweat from their brows.
The man sitting next to you said, “Finally.” He drew out a handgun with a silencer and aimed it at their heads. You heard two dull thumps and the two men sitting across from you slumped over, dead.
You screamed. “What are y-*mmmmf!*” A thick, sweet-smelling cloth was pressed over your nose and mouth. The man pulled off his helmet and you saw Ryder’s evil grinning face.
“We meet again, Mrs. Williams. Just like I said we would.”
Your eyes fluttered. The world spun and your vision fogged. You fought, but weakness settled over your limbs.
“Yes, here we are again, my sweet, pretty whore. We have business to finish.”
Suddenly, he pulled the cloth from your face. You were half-conscious, helpless to move your limbs.
You felt Ryder grab your wrist that held the tracking chip. “First bit of business,” he said. He turned your wrist so that your palm was out. He took out a long black tool with a glowing red tip and pressed it on the skin covering your tracking chip. You felt a small jolt of electricity.
“There,” Ryder said, satisfied. “That will disrupt the chip. They won’t be able to track you now. Isn’t that nice?”
“No, please d-mmmph,” you said, but Ryder pressed the cloth back over your face.
“Breathe deeply, now. You’re going to have a nice little sleep.” His hand reached into your t-shirt to fondle your left breast. “I’m taking you to something that hungers for you. You’re just the kind of specimen it likes. Long dark hair. Young, shapely, and fertile. When you wake up, you’re going to be far away from anyone who can help you. ”
Blackness blanketed your vision. As you drifted to unconsciousness, you heard Ryder talking into a cell phone.
“Yes, I’ve re-acquired her. She’s being drugged. All of her guards will be wiped out. She’ll be untraceable. No one will be able to find her. She will be restrained and docile during the transport, but I’ll take my own steps so prepare her for your uses. She is a beautiful specimen. I’m going to enjoy my time with her.” The hand roaming inside your shirt had pushed inside your camisole, gripping your bare breast and squeezing your nipple, now hot and red with arousal. He must have soaked the rag in the same chemical used to create the arousal gas and mixed it with chloroform to make you both sexually aroused and totally helpless.
Your pelvis wiggled and your thighs scissored together as you felt yourself getting wet even as unconsciousness took you.
You awoke to the sharp peppery smell of smelling salts. You shook your head. Your hair, now freed from its pony tail, shook loosely over the skin of your shoulders. The gas still had a strong effect on you. You felt flushed. You could feel your skin standing up as air blew over it. There was a longing ache deep within your groin.
Ryder was pulling your bare legs out of the car’s passenger door. Your shoes, socks, and jeans had been taken off and your sweater was also gone. Ryder stood you up. You wore only your small panties and your tight, thin camisole. You shivered in the night air. Your hands and elbows were shackled behind your back. Another large ball gag was buckled tightly into your mouth. Ryder was securing your ankles in a pair of steel cuffs with a long chain between them.
Ryder stood up, brushing his hands over your breasts and lightly pulling on the erect nipples that pushed against the thin material of your camisole. He put his hand on your crotch. He smiled as he massaged your labia through your panties. “Still wet. You are so perfect, my beautiful whore.”
Ryder checked your shackles and ball gag, making sure they were still secured firmly.
“We’re almost to our destination, Kimberly. Perhaps you think you’re going to be rescued again. Banish that hope from your mind. Your tracking chip has been deactivated. All of the guards assigned to you are dead. No one knows where you are and you’ll never escape me.”
He held up a tiny key just centimeters from your nose.
“This is the only key to your shackles. You can’t scream and you can’t run. You belong to us forever. We have been anxiously waiting for such a gloriously fertile young woman like you. Now let us go to meet your destiny.”
His large hand locked over your elbow and he pulled you away from the car. Because of your chains, you could only walk with an awkward, shuffling gait. You tried to call out, but it was useless. All you could manage was a quiet, keening wail. “...mmmmmmmmppphhhhffff....”
The rag went over your face again. Your eyes rolled back as another wave of sexual energy washed over you.
“Keep moving, my pretty whore. Not much further now.” He took the rag from your face and marched you forward.
You saw a large, wooden door open in front of you. There was only blackness inside the door. You knew that if you went inside that door, you would never come out again. Despite the whirling sensations and stimulations going through your mind and body, you dug your feet in and pulled against the iron grip Ryder had on your elbow.
Ryder smiled at you. “You still resist. The gas would have overwhelmed any other woman by this point. How magnificent you are. Your cause is hopeless, yet you still fight. Strength and fertility. The Nest will savor the addition of your body and the use of your womb for its purpose.”
Ryder bent to pick you up and sling you over his shoulder, but you crouched down, slithering out of his grasp. He reached for you, bending over, but you stood up suddenly, driving your shoulder into his chin. He stumbled backwards, his hands going to his face. He outweighed you by over a hundred pounds and was a foot taller than you, but he was reeling. You lunged forward, catching him off-balance. He fell in an awkward, splayed crash. Seizing the full opportunity, you jumped and planted both feet in his groin. Ryder rolled over, curling into a fetal position. You saw the key to your shackles laying on the ground beside him. You crouched near the key and felt on the ground with your hands still fastened together behind your back. In a stroke of luck, you felt the key on your fingertips. You closed your fist around the key and stood up. You had no idea how you would free yourself, but your release was in your hands.
Ryder had shifted himself to a kneeling position. Any moment now, he would be up. You had to get away from him.
You shuffled away, moving as quickly as your chained ankles would allow. Half lurching and half skipping, you tried to get some distance from Ryder. You had no plan or idea of what you were doing or where you were going. You only followed your need to escape. You looked behind you and saw Ryder try to get to his feet, only to fall and crumple back into a fetal position. You redoubled your efforts. Dust kicked up behind your quickly shuffling feet. You saw the car and made for it, hoping that you might lock yourself in and at least free yourself from your shackles and unbuckle the large, horrible ball gag invading your mouth.
You heard Ryder’s haggard voice say something in a language you didn’t understand and you heard a rumbling. You looked behind you. There was a large, white, snake-like thing emerging from the doorway. It undulated and reared up, then laid itself on the ground to slither quickly after you.
You tried to move faster. The car was close. You looked behind you again. The thing had closed the distance between you and the door with alarming speed. If you could just go a few more meters, you would safe within the car.
You felt something hit your feet and you tumbled forward on to your stomach. Dust billowed about you as you landed. You rolled over, intending to get back on your feet, but you saw the white, snake-like thing rear before you. It was clear, transparent. An alien thing in the shape of a tube. You saw a small opening at its head, vaguely resembling a mouth. The opening pursed several times.
The thing moved with its same alarming speed to rest its head on your feet. Suddenly, the opening at the head split open like flower petals and clamped down on your bare feet. The thing drew your feet and then your ankles inside its body. You could see your wriggling toes moving down its transparent, tubed body. The tubing moved up your bare legs with amazing speed, sliding over your hips, pushing up your rubs and over your breasts in less than three seconds. Your entire upper body was sealed up to your neck. Then you felt the thing pulling you backwards toward the door, gluing itself closer to your body. You tried to struggle, but thing had fit itself over you as tightly as a second skin.
The black opening of the door yawned before you. You tried again to scream, hoping that someone, anyone could hear your muted pleas for help. It was useless. The ball gag muffled your cries to pitiful, squeaking mumblings.
Ryder’s face appeared before you, blocking out all your vision.
“A valiant try, my beauty. But it’s no use. You cannot escape. Now, accept your fate.”
No, please, you tried to say through your gag, but the rag was pressed over your face again. The stimulating arousals returned, stronger than before. You arched your back, feeling the tubing that covered you stretch as your body writhed.
“Encase her,” you heard Ryder say.
The tubing ran up and over your face. The rag was still over your face and was encased inside the tubing with you, pressing tighter over your nose and ball-gagged mouth. You shook vigorously, but the rag was affixed to you and you couldn’t help but breathe in the potent arousal gas. The tubing ran up to the crown of your head and closed up, ensuring that your already bound and gagged body was completely sealed within your new, transparent prison.
You heard Ryder’s voice, distorted by the tubing. “Prepare her.”
Suddenly, you felt tendrils snaking up your legs. They wriggled inexorably upwards. Some worked their way up your ribs and invaded your camisole. They caressed your enflamed breasts and wrapped tightly around your swollen nipples, pushing and pulling upwards in an irresistibly electrifying motion. Some of the tendrils worked their way inside your panties. You felt them sliding over your slit, still slick and wet with stimulation. Others worked lower between your legs, slinking over your perineum and twisting into the opening of your anus. Two of the tendrils had found your clitoris and were now rubbing it rapidly in opposite motions. Other tendrils parted your vulva and slid inside you almost effortlessly.
Your body shuddered and hitched as you were brought to higher levels of stimulation. You felt Ryder’s hand caressing your face over the tubing that sealed you. “You are almost ready,” he said. “Your womb is primed for what the Nest needs from you. Once it has taken you, your mind will be powerless to resist any form of suggestion. You will tell me anything I need to know.”
Your head rolled from side to side, helpless in your imprisonment. The ball gag was pushed further into your mouth by the tubing. The rag on your face and the tendrils stimulating your sex were overpowering. Your weak struggles were swallowed up in the shackles binding you and the tubing encasing you.
You heard Ryder’s distorted voice again. “Give in, my lovely whore. There is no hope of rescue. No one knows where you are. You husband is many miles away and can’t find you. The Nest will impregnate you with its glorious seed. Its spawn will grow inside you like a honeycomb. Your breasts will stretch and distort permanently to provide sustenance. Your body will be ravaged and ruined by the birthing, yet you will be impregnated over and over again. You’ll get used to being a breeding tool. The Nest will use you for a long time. I don’t expect you to surrender, but it will go much easier if you do.”
No, please, you kept trying to say, lolling your head from side to side.
“So be it,” Ryder said. “Take her away.”
The tubing stretched and tightened again and you were dragged inside the black door.