F Campbell - Margo

"I sure hope you're right with the facts." It was a male voice, brooding, uncertain, but still holding a forceful tone. "The damn girl's a beauty, all right, but with a school full of 'em the way you say the asshole has, I don't see why he'd be all that excited." There was a male guffaw. "With that college full of cunts he's got, I wouldn't figure him as getting excited about any single girl. If he's not interested in this one, I won't charge her nothing for screwing her the first time." There was another immense guffaw at this bit of male wit.

The more cultured female voice intervened: "Leave her alone. She's not to be harmed. She's merchandise, Bernie. Remember that. If Ross doesn't come across, we've got a market for her somewhere else. It won't be as much money, but it'll be more than expenses."

Straining to listen, the bound girl knew she had heard the female voice before, but where and in what connection. It was a very ordinary female voice, without regional inflections.

Margo tensed against her bonds and listened to the man.

"Wouldn't be figuring you could get along without me now, would you? I wouldn't put it past you, now that you think you've got it made."

"Don't be ridiculous, Bernie. I can't handle this alone, and I don't want to. It's time you got yourself to a telephone box and made the first contact. We don't want to stick around this dump any longer than we must."

Then came a sound of male rumblings and complaints.

"You ain't gonna be fool enough to let any part of her loose, are you? From what you've told me about her being tied up, she's probably an escape artist by now."

"Bernie, stop worrying. If I do untie any part of her, I'll replace it with the handcuffs." There was a lilt of girlish laughter. "Personally, I prefer her tied. I enjoy tying her, and I'm going to continue doing it. I'm probably better at it than you are." There was another chuckle.

"I get a charge out of tightening the cords around her wrist or ankle, and watching it sink deeper and deeper into her skin. I like to feel her tension while I'm doing it. I like to put a second strand, and then a third, and make them neat and very, very tight before I knot them. You wouldn't understand this, Bernie. I guess it's a girl thing. But leave it to me."

"How much do you figure we can get for her if Ross don't come across?"

"Goldstein offered twenty thousand. That means he'll pay thirty. If we fix her up a bit maybe present her naked, he might go higher. She's a valuable piece of merchandise, don't you kid yourself."

Bernie did nothing silently. The sounds of his departure were distinct and defined. He appeared to be a man much subject to complaint. After his departure, the female member of the abduction team did not immediately appear. From the sounds, it was evident she was cleaning up a few dishes. When she did enter the room in which the captive Margo lay, recognition was instant.

"Bea! Bea Maxwell!"

The girl bound to the bed looked up in astonishment. She had next expected to be kidnapped by Henry Ross' own personal secretary.

Bea smiled down at her in open friendliness.

"Hello, Miss Davis. I feel like a terrible bitch. You'll never forgive me, I'm sure." The secretarial smile was still there and quite potent.

"I simply have to hope you won't hate me too much."

"But why? Why you, and why me?" The queries sprang instantly from captive lips.

"Money, darling. Why else? We do everything for money, don't we? Henry's a bit of a dear, but he still never pays a secretary enough to make her independent."

The thin little laugh came again. It came very readily to the ripe red lips of this girl who did not belong in this setting.

"Even when he slept with me, he seemed to regard it as a bonus for me instead offer him. He gets away with that sort of thing. I suppose all millionaires do. That's the reason they're millionaires."

"But what are you doing with me?"

"It's called kidnapping."

"Bea, you shouldn't! You could go to prison."

Bea shrugged a pair of lovely shoulders. "I doubt if he'd send me there. Even if Bernie and I blow the whole thing and get arrested, which isn't likely, I'm sure Henry would make good use of his advantage. I'd get my bottom well whipped and do the good old phallus worship. Bernie might go to prison, but I doubt if I would. Anyway, this whole thing's a cinch for me."

"Then you know all about… the fun and games? You know about Henry Ross – what he does with girls?"

"Darling, don't be naive."

Once again, the silvery laughter filled the room, giving its drabness light and life. "Any girl Henry Ross has honored by his bed is gong to learn a thing or two. I certainly did. The morning after my first night with him, I had a damn bad day sitting on my seat. He'd whipped it to a fare-thee-well." She laughed again. "But, of course, that's never all. You can't be sure whether he'll fuck you before or after he uses the cane or the crop. But one way or another, he certainly will get around to it. Along with my smarting feet, I had the most prodded pussy in the place. I'm sure you know the drill."

"Since we know each other, couldn't you untie some little bit of me?" Margo asked the hopeful question. "I'm quite willing to behave in any way you want."

"I see your point, sweetheart, and I do admit you are my first kidnapping. This tying up does seem a bit melodramatic, but as I was telling Bernie, I enjoy it. I expect a bit of Henry rubbed off on me, but I really did enjoy tying you down the way you are, and I enjoy tying you up in other ways too. If the negotiations go on long enough, I expect I'll do it too."

"Cord do get awful painful, Bea – I can't move. Am I spread out like this for your friend's convenience?" The captive's tones were bleak.

"Actually, no darling. You're tied that way for my convenience. I've led a sheltered life, and I'm going to enjoy you. In a minute, I'm going to give you an orgasm. It will be the first time I've ever done such a thing to another girl. You can probably instruct me on technique."

"Bea, don't say things like that! You're a nice girl, and I think you're making a terrible mistake. But it's too late now. You're sort of stuck with me. But, Bea, if Mr. Ross doesn't pay the ransom, you wouldn't really sell me to someone… that Mr. Gold…?"

"Mr. Goldstein? Well, actually, no. Mr. Goldstein doesn't even exist. I invented him for Bernie's benefit. I'm quite sure we could get quite a bit of money from someone who'd put you ma brothel – maybe thirty or forty thousand dollars. You're such a honey of a looker! But that's no good to me. What I need is a good solid chunk to give me independence the rest of my life. We're asking a million for you from dear old Henry. If you were his wife, we could make it much more. Not because he would love you more, but because society would expect him to do his duty. For a girl he simply lucks from time to time, a million dollars should be about right."

"Bea, please! Look, you can play absolutely safe. Untie my legs and then handcuff my ankles. That way, I can't really do anything. I can't possibly escape, that's for sure. Please, you won't be running any risk."

"Margo, I told you. I like you tied, and that's the end of it. There should be some privilege to go with this job of kidnapping. I want to do a few things my way. If you beef too much about being tied, I will tie you tighter. I can think of one or two more places I can use a bit of rope. Failing that, I can easily gag you. How would you like my panties fresh from my pussy stuffed in your cute little mouth and taped in tight?"

"I wouldn't. Okay, all right, I'll stop asking you to let me loose. I just hope your conscience bothers you." The bound and naked girl looked up beseechingly. "Look, I bet this Bernie guy is a creep. He is, isn't he?"