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It was at least a few more hours before I heard anything else of
importance. There was the occasional large vehicle driving somewhere
nearby. Once I thought I heard a train, but it was so distant it was hard
to tell. Laying bound in the back of the van started to feel lonely, more
than dangerous. When I wrote my novels, I tended to skip over the time my
character Lucy would spend alone and helpless. It never seemed that
important for pushing the story forward. In truth it probably wasn't but
I was learning now that the isolation and anticipation of what would
happen next was truly terrifying. It was an area that could add to my
stories but I was also aware it may be too real for the more light
hearted tales I liked to tell.
I was alone with my thoughts and I couldn't stop them drifting to the
kind of things that could happen to a bound young woman like myself. When
had that started, I asked myself? Referring to myself as a young woman.
It was obviously true, I currently was one of course but in my head, I
was still very much my old male self. Wasn't I?
Eventually I began to hear voices. Both were male and one sounded like
Luke, the young man who had stolen the van I was currently helpless in.
The other was deeper. His words were hard to make out, but he seemed to
be talking down to Luke. The new voice didn't seem to have much respect
for the van thief.
The door opened and the van shifted as someone got in and started the
engine.
"You'll get your money soon," the gruff voice said. "Once Mr DeSanto has
checked the package and is satisfied."
"He'll be satisfied alright. She's amazing. Trust me."
"I don't trust you," the gruff voice said and I felt the van start to
move.
Whoever was driving clearly didn't feel the need to check on me. He
simply drove in silence without even turning the radio on. I had no idea
where I was being taken or how long the drive was going to be. After a
while, the exhaustion from being so on edge for so long started to take
over. With that and the motion of the van I soon started to drift off to
sleep.
I woke to the sound of the van side door opening and someone unfastening
the straps that had held me in place for so long. I looked up into a
smiling face.
"All that time tied up and looking amazing," the man said. His voice was
soft and kind, as were his blue eyes. He placed his hands on my arms and
lifted me into a sitting position. My body ached at moving for the first
time in who knows how long. The man had dark hair. Probably in his
fifties and wore a loose, casual white shirt and dark jeans. It was
daylight now I realised, my eyes stinging.
"I'm Marcus. Welcome to my home Ms Cooper," he said as he reached up and
unfastened the ball gag, pulling it from my mouth.
"Where am I?" I stammered, my throat dry.
"Don't worry about that for now," he said. "Let's get you untied. You
must be in a lot of pain. I've got my people running you a bath and
preparing some food. Then I will answer your questions."
Marcus started to free me from the sheet and then untie the ropes. As
soon as my arms were free, I felt a burning in my shoulders and back that
made me moan in pain.
"The bath will help," he assured me as he untied my legs and helped me
out of the van. I could hardly walk and had to lean on him for support.
He felt muscular beneath his shirt, his body hard and strong.
Once we were out of the van, I could finally get an idea where I was.
First my eyes settled on a large man standing by the van. He wore an
expensive looking, dark suit and sunglasses. His face was fixed in a
grimace. I guessed he was probably the one who had driven me here.
I turned my attention to the surroundings. I'd clearly left the city.
Directly before me was a large house made of light grey stone. It seemed
to be three stories and could easily be called a mansion. It sat in what
appeared to be private grounds. The van was parked on a gravel driveway
that stretched off between some trees to who knows where. Some distance
away where the trees were thinnest, I could see a large wall that must
circle the estate. Whoever Marcus was one thing was clear. He was rich!
Not the kind of person I'd expect to by buying stolen vans from those
kids. Although it wouldn't be the first time someone made their fortune
from criminal activity.
Marcus clearly thought I was struggling too much as I felt him bend
forward and slip his arm under my legs, lifting me up to cradle me in his
arms! This wasn't the first time I'd been lifted up of course but it was
by far the gentlest. Tender even. I moaned in pain as I was lifted and my
aching limbs responded.
"Sorry," he said, "I just thought this would be quicker."
He carried me inside and I saw an immaculate entrance hall. The floors
were marble. Expensive looking paintings adorned the walls. I could see
several rooms to each side but I didn't really get a chance to look as he
started to carry me up the curved staircase.
He took me straight into another room which contained a large bed and
other expensive looking furniture. The bedroom joined onto a large
bathroom and he set me down on the floor. I could feel the warmth of a
hot bath and saw a young woman, dressed in a maid outfit laying out some
towels.
The outfit wasn't overly sexualised, but it did suit her. She was very
pretty and had a wonderfully curvy figure. Her brown hair was tied up in
a bun.
"The bath is ready for your guest Sir," she said. "Will there be anything
else?"
"No thank you Charlotte," he told her. "Let's leave our guest to bathe
and relax."
The girl scurried away and Marcus turned to me. "Consider yourself a
guest in my home Ms Cooper," he said as he lifted my hand and kissed it.
"Please relax. There are clean clothes in the closet and dinner will be
in a few hours. There is some fruit and water on the dresser if you need
something to eat now."
He smiled at me and left me alone. I heard the bedroom door close behind
him and another sound that made me realise I wasn't just a guest here. It
was the sound of a key turning in the lock. Still I walked over after a
few moments to try it. As I expected the door was locked. I also
discovered the windows didn't open, not that I could have climbed out!
I was still a prisoner. The bedroom was preferable to the van of course.
I sat on the bed and sighed. This could all be part of the kidnap
experience of course. Either that or something had gone terribly wrong.
There didn't seem to be much for me to do. I stripped off my clothing and
slipped into the bath. Instantly the warmth of the water soothed my
aching body. It was wonderful. Charlotte had clearly added something else
to the bath and the scent of it made me smile. Despite the situation I
was starting to feel more relaxed.
My thoughts drifted to Davis. I hoped he was having some luck speaking to
his family about the magic he'd used to change me. We needed to know what
unexpected mental changes could have happened along with my physical
change. I just hoped I'd be home soon to ask him.
I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it. I can't have heard the
key turn in the lock and someone letting themselves in. I only became
aware I wasn't alone when I heard someone speak.
"Ms Cooper....it really is you!" a female voice said, causing me to gasp
and open my eyes. A woman stood in the door of the bathroom, smiling at
me. She was wearing blue jeans and a white tank top. She had long black
hair which was tied in a ponytail behind her head. It was hard to tell
how old she was but I'd guess around her early forties.
"Forgive me," she said as she approached. "I'm Mrs DeSanto. My husband
brought you here."
"Oh," I said, unsure how I was meant to respond. "Nice to meet you."
"It's wonderful to meet you too! I'm a huge fan of your work!" she told
me as she sat on the edge of the bath and I saw her eyes trace over my
naked body beneath the water. "It was amazing to see you on TV! I never
thought you would come out of hiding!"
"Well....erm....I sort of didn't have much choice."
She leant over a little closer and her fingertips brushed my face and
onto my lips before she pulled back.
"Well I'm glad you are here. We are going to be great friends. I can feel
it," she said.
"That would be nice," I replied nervously. "But I really can't stay
long."
"Don't be silly. You will stay as long as I want," she said before
standing, smiling at me again and leaving the bathroom. I heard the
bedroom door lock once again.
The relaxation of the bath was somewhat ruined by that encounter, so I
dried myself and went to the closet. On opening it I discovered a minimal
selection of clothing. Two small black dresses that looked like they
would barely cover me. A dark red skirt with a slit up the side that
nearly went all the way to the top. Lastly a couple of tops. Both black
and again looking too small.
I searched the drawers but could find no underwear. I also couldn't find
my old clothing, Mrs DeSanto must have taken it from where I'd left it on
the floor. A dress seemed my best option so I stepped into it and pulled
it up over my hips. Once I'd slipped my arms in I discovered it barely
covered my bottom and sitting down would almost certainly show I wasn't
wearing underwear.
I looked in the mirror on the dresser and saw that the fabric clung to
every curve of my new body. Nothing was left to the imagination and I
looked incredibly slutty. My hair had of course magically styled itself
back to those perfect, long, red waves. I looked incredible.
Soon there was a knock at the door and it unlocked. The man I'd seen by
the van opened it and when he spoke it confirmed he was the gruff voiced
van driver.
"Mr and Mrs DeSanto request that you join them for dinner," he said. To
his credit his eyes didn't stray from my face.
"What if I refuse?" I asked curious.
"I think you know that wouldn't be a good idea," he replied. It was
impossible to read any emotion in his voice.
"Then I suppose you better show me the way."
To be continued....
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