Part Seven
Miss Irving and I arrived at my room, followed by two maids, who cut me out of the duct tape binding me to the wheelchair with scissors.
'Sit on the bed, Veronica, I'd love a chat,' said Miss Irving as she unlaced the hood, unwrapped the bandage, carefully made a cut into the duct tape and removed it, only a little of it clung to my skin. She then united the sopping cleave,and removed the sodden mouthpacking. And my jaw was almost locked into an 'O', and clicked back to normal shape, painfully.
I took a seat. I couldn't speak, but Miss Irving offered me a drink of water which I took gratefully.
'Now my dear, I think it's time I knew a bit about you. All I know is that you are a very wilful girl who needs to learn to do as she's told. And that you have a high-powered job. I'd love to know more about what you do.'
''Well...' I began quietly. 'I work as an analyst in the oil business for an international bank.'
'Very bright,then!'
'Not that bright if I've ended up here,' I thought. I'd wanted a break, some time to relax, some excitement. But never wanted to find it trussed up like a chicken and gagged by some stupid housewives!
'Yes, Miss', I actually said.
'You must be well-qualified,then?'
'I'm an MBA. And I got a First at Oxford.' Might as well boast, I thought, I might as well be superior for a moment.
'Very interesting, Veronica! Very useful to know a little about the girls I look after, it helps me a great deal,' said Miss Irving.
I knew she was up to something, but what good would my experience be here?
'Now Veronica, you do need a little break from your usual stringent bondage, but I think it's too much of a risk to leave you unbound. I'll get the maids to put the prisoner chains back on so you can at least walk about , and handcuff you to a waist chain behind.'
The maids descended like black crows,and after some clinking, I was metalled-up, cuffs on my wrists and ankles, leaving me only the minimum of movement. Thank god I wouldn't be gagged!
'And now some gagging!' said Miss Irving, producing some white tape stuff I hadn't seen before. It looked soft, and as she exhorted me to put my lips together, I felt the large pad of it stick to my face like a second skin. She rubbed it down on my lips, then applied a second and third layer.
'Quite silencing, but nobody would respond to your cries anyway,' sneered Miss Irving. 'See you in a while,' she said, leaving with the maids and locking the door.
My first action was to get up, on wobbly legs,and go to the window. I needed to see Alex, tell him - somehow - what was happening. I took tiny, hobbled steps, and in two minutes, I was at the window, frantically looking around. All I could see was the white beach and rolling waves (I'd have paid a fortune for this room in real life - kidnapped girls go free), even though I stood there for what seemed like ages, making muffled calls for Alex.
He's not coming. I'm stuck here forever, I thought. I am totally at their mercy...helpless. I hobbled back to the bed and cried myself to sleep.
I was awoken by the door being unlocked as usual, with more maids telling me what to do. 'Get up!' one barked. I did,and was unlocked. 'Put this on. Now!'
I felt very uncomfortable, stripping off in front of other women, but I took off the horrible jumpsuit,and put on the red bikini. It was just the sort I'd choose myself - boy-shorts and a halter top - how did they know my taste? Ah - it was mine! I'd forgotten they'd packed for me. How thoughtful...
'Come with us. It's time for your relaxing spa treatment.'
So, after a not-very-relaxing walk with two maids gripping my arms, I arrived at the island's spa. I went through rooms, seing unfettered women having massages. They were gagged with bandages, though, and this only seemed to add to their enjoyment. I was taken to a separate room, with what seemed to be a huge, black coffin in the middle. I was scared, but then realised it was a flotation tank used by stupid hippies in which to relax, floating in water enriched with salts that meant you were supported and wouldn't sink. The room was softly lit, with candles, and gentle light coming in through a window in the ceiling.
The maids took white cotton rope and bound my hands in front of me. A rope was tied around my waist, my hands were tied to this. The tank must have been four feet high, seven feet long and three feet wide, and instead of having a square 'door' to enter it, the maids took off the entire 'roof' by unscrewing the lid, leaving a huge bath full of opaque warm water.
'Get in, Veronica. Lie down.'
I did. It was amazing how I floated, I'd never been in one of these things before. I'd been a bit scared, I'd heard that people ended up thinking terrible,deep thoughts in these places,and I didn't want that.
The maids tied my ankles and knees, and I wondered when the gag was coming.
'No gag. Too dangerous. Nobody will hear you, anyway,' said a maid. She and her friend lifted the cover and replaced it, leaving me floating in total and utter blackness. I heard the lid secured into place, then a small window in the lid , over my face, being lifted, and a maid looking through.
'You look OK.Now just relax. Think how you should behave better for Miss Irving, and just calm down. You'll feel much better.'
Then the window shut, leaving me bound and in blackness. I didn't try to move - I knew I couldn't sink, but was afraid that if I wriggled, I would sink and drown. So I lay there, still and silent. The place was humid and echoey. I wanted to call for Alex, but realised that a full cry might give him away.
I knew he had to come to me, but when? We only had days to stop those poor girls being sold, taken away to God knows where and abused, but it didn't look like it would happen. What would happen to me? I'd seen stunningly beautiful girls here who would be very saleable. I was pretty, but not Sports Illustrated swimwear edition-attractive, so I was safe,so I felt I had to get the others out.
But when would I be freed? How would I explain my absence to the office? 'Sorry I've been away, Mr Richards, I was kidnapped and taken to an island where I was kept in severe bondage'. What a feeble excuse...
Thoughts raced through my head, despite the fact the tank was supposed to calm me. My past...my present predicament...and did I have a future?
Time was of no consequence. I had no idea how long I'd floated here. I did start to drift off to sleep in the warm humidity of the tank and did eventually start to space out.
*BANG!*
Something had landed on the tank roof. I startled, splashed, but didn't sink. The window opened. Alex! He obviously came in through the open ceiling window. I blinked in the sudden light.
'Hey, sorry to frighten you, sorry..'he soothed me, brown eyes full of pity.
'Sssh, listen, they're selling girls! I saw the fax, the next sale is the day after tomorrow, what are we going to do, why didn't you tell me, you must have known, why - -'
'Calm down 'Ron! Ssssh, hey,hey! I know what's happening, and I didn't tell you as I didn't want to scare you. But I didn't know when, so that's vital information. I'm doing my best, I'm getting help, but now it'll have to be fast. Anything else?'
'No. Irving was asking what I did, but I don't know anything else,' I said and burst into tears.
'OK. Look...,' he said, putting his hand into the tank and brushing my wet hair from my forehead. 'I will get you out, you know that, but you have to be patient.'
I heard the sound of laughter coming towards us. 'I gotta go. I'm always around - you might not see me but I'm there. Bye, 'Ron, be strong,' said Alex, closing the window and climbing back on the roof.
Moments later, the window opened again. 'Still alive?' said a Scandinavian blonde in a white coat.
'Just,' I replied bitterly.
'Sounds like someone needs a longer soak,' she replied, slamming the lid. Thank God, seems Alex hadn't been spotted. And I wondered if I shouldn't be a bit more compliant to get into the Island's good books. Maybe if I was a good girl, I could find out more and help Alex. I drifted off again, into dreams of Alex freeing me. But we only had a day or so...
'Time to wake up, Veronica!' said an irritatingly cheery voice as the lid was lifted from my watery 'coffin'. I was startled - I'd been dreaming I was free, so to wake up bound ruthlessly was a shock.
The blonde cut the ropes on my ankles,knees and around my waist and she and two friends hauled me from the box, swathed me in towels and told me to dry myself. The ropes had left deep red welts in my limbs which would take time to heal...
'Now Veronica, time for some weights and measurements!'laughed Blondie as she pushed me out of the flotation room into a room next door that looked like a doctor's office. She weighed me, measured my height...and bizarrely, took all my measurements - waist,bust, hips.
'Why do you need this information?' I snarled. I should have known better as I was immediately gagged with a locking ball gag by an assistant. I remembered I had to be good, I might find out more. So I sank my head into my chest, mumbled 'sorry' though the ball - or 'awwee' as it came out, and tried to look humble.
'We're making you a made-to-measure item, Veronica.You'll look lovely in it, and it'll be so snug and sexy, you'll wish you had it earlier!' said Blondie.
Oh great. Leather! A catsuit? I'd always rather fancied one and...oh shut up! Concentrate, Veronica...
The measurements were written into a notebook and taken away by an assistant. Blondie and one other woman were in the room and I had no idea what was happening next. In a bikini and ball gag I felt vulnerable but all my choices had been taken away.
Then the phone rang. 'Yes Miss Klaw. Done....' said Blondie. 'A few hours?...Yes....here? Why not. Call me when you're ready.OK'
She replaced the phone, and signalled to her assistant. 'You've got time to kill Veronica! Lucky you! How shall we fill it? As if we don't know...' she grinned as the other woman opened the medical cabinet to reveal a selection of bandages and medical tape. I remembered to behave as they told me to sit on the medical trolley in the room, wrapped my ankles in the thick white tape, then my knees. My wrists were wrapped too, behind me, then my hands wrapped around with the tape, then I was ungagged.
'Thank you,'I drooled.
'It won't last sweetie!' Blondie smiled as her assistant handed her two rolls of ace bandage. The smaller was worked into my mouth,packing it nicely, the larger was wrapped round and round and round my mouth, tightly. A third was wrapped around my chin, ears, the top of my head, making me chew on the packing and mummifying my head.
I was then told to lie down on the couch. A canvas cloth was then placed over me and laced tightly over my prone body using some kind of arrangement underneath. Again, I couldn't move.
'We'll be back later my dear. Be good!'said Blondie as she and her assistant left me alone again. After half an hour or so I wondered if Alex would re-emerge, but no sign. An hour or two passed - that tank had made me lose all track of time - then Miss Klaw opened the door.
'Hello my dear! My, what a still girl you are! You seem to have learned how to behave for us!' she smirked. I nodded theatrically,trying to look sorry under the mass of bandages.
'You've earned the right to go back to your room now, Veronica.' Miss Klaw then stood behind me,and began to wheel me out of the room on the trolley, like a hospital patient. Down the corridors I went until we came to my room. The door was opened - I could still only see the ceiling. The canvas was removed and I lay still, afraid to move until I was told.
'Look my dear, we've got your made-to-measure item here!' beamed Miss Klaw. 'Do sit up and take a look! you'll love it!'
I slowly sat up. On the floor I saw a huge wooden box. A Veronica-sized box. A maid lifted the lid open and there was room for an exactly Veronica-shaped body inside. There was an array of bondage equipment on the bed.
If I could have screamed, I would. But I was paralysed with fear. Miss Klaw was laughing. The maids were laughing.
'Not so bright are we, Veronica? When you told me you had useful qualifications, as well as adapting very well to a bondage lifestyle, I knew you would make a valuable additional consignment for me. I only intended to break you into bondage, but why do that when there are men who will pay me for a girl who can be most useful in business for them, and who they can tie and gag to their heart's content too?
'You'll have a lovely lifestyle, brokering multimillion dollar deals, get to wear designer clothes, and go to dinner parties where businessmen will queue up to bind and gag you for their evening's entertainment. And then...well, who knows?' Miss Klaw cackled.
'Now, let's get Veronica ready for her big trip, shall we?'
I couldn't believe what was going to happen. I broke into a cold sweat as Miss Klaw and five girls approached me, with one aim - to make me into a human package and get me in that box! This was it - there would be no escape now...
To be continued...