Jon Reskind - The abducted bride

The guard rushed through the door and leaped across the bed, swinging wildly at Kevin's head with the club he carried. He connected with a sickening thud and Kevin slumped over on the floor with a dizzying blackness enveloping him, the light of the room faded painfully from his eyes. There was nothing but a great churning dark sea and he was sinking helplessly down into it, until even that disappeared…

"Want to buy her for the show tonight, my love," Monique cooed down at the Arab who was trying to rise dizzily from the floor.

"Are you mad," he spat at her. "Who is this crazy fool anyway?"

"He's her jealous husband, luv. He might enjoy watching her perform," Monique suggested coyly. "That would be sweet revenge and would give you something different for your clients. They are quite particular, I understand."

Gamal rubbed his throbbing head. What the woman was saying made sense for his clients and it would be a welcome revenge. No one ever touched him and this young punk had dared. Yes, it would be sweet. He obviously was the wildly jealous type. It would be good to make him squirm.

"Done," he said. "It shall be a pleasure to pay such an intelligent woman the additional amount this little trick obviously costs."

"You're sweet to do business with, my dear Gamal. I was going to charge you two thousand American more, but it will be only one thousand if you will give me a car to take me to Paris now and put out of the way a certain desk clerk named Shalla, at Le Pensione Afrique. Do it slowly, please."

"Both shall be done, my dear," Gamal answered with new respect for the business acumen she had presented. He liked people that could think well. "I see we shall be doing much business together in the future, your imagination impresses me greatly."

"Thank you, Gamal. I promise to keep your stables full with the best of the young foreigners I can find. Now, if you'll give me the money I shall be on the way. I want to reach Paris before tomorrow noon. A new group of British girls are coming through on tour. Perhaps, I will have something else for you soon."

"Wonderful," Gamal smiled, peeling the bills from his wallet. "We shall be waiting."

"Oh," Monique turned back as she started out the door, the money placed safely in her handbag. "Don't worry about the young girl not giving a good performance. She has received a good dose of aphrodisiac. It should last for several hours after she is fully awake. You won't need the manacles."

Gamal licked his lips in anticipation of the coming spectacle as he waved goodbye. Yes, this Monique was clever. Who else would have ever thought of such an original, yet simple idea. He would enjoy it too. This little bastard, who did he think he was? He deserved everything he was going to get.

The room was blurred a dark gray and out of focus. A low hum of voices surrounded him. Kevin groaned, and shook his head to clear the cob-webs that kept his thoughts from coming through clearly. He tried to move. He couldn't. It felt as though he were wrapped tightly in a cocoon and the glazed picture of a colorful butterfly escaping and bursting forth into the air to freedom flickered through his mind. He was somewhere whirling in a great vacuum, but where, he didn't know. A dulling ache grew at the side of his head as the whirling slowed and his vision cleared slightly. He could see the white shapes of faces now that seemed to be peering right at him from all around a room.

A room that he suddenly recognized!

It was the room with the round bed and it was filled with people staring at him. The picture became more clear by the second and he could see amusement in their eyes. He tried to move again but still was held tightly in place.

"Welcome to our little party, Mr. Taylor," Kevin heard a voice sneer softly at his side. He painfully turned his head toward the sound and saw the fat, now leering Gamal, smiling directly into his eyed. He had a white bandage plastered above his left eye and his nose was swollen slightly. An evil grin lined his lips.

Kevin suddenly remembered! That horrible scene with Jean on the bed and this pig touching her naked body. His full senses roared back to him and he tried to lunge at the smiling face but discovered that he was bound tightly to his chair from his shoulders down to his ankles. He tried to shout, but the sound was choked back by a thick cotton gag held in place by a white scarf. Kevin was completely helpless. The bonds held him fast.

"We are happy to have you Mr. Taylor, after your disgraceful little show a while back," Gamal smiled to him from the next seat. "We have arranged something to teach you the etiquette of sharing. You Americans really are a bit selfish, you know. Your sweet little wife doesn't object nearly as much as you do. In fact, she rather seems to enjoy it. I did try it after your silly interruption and I must say, with a little training, she has excellent possibilities."

Kevin strained harder against his ropes until they were cutting into him like wet rawhide. He pictured with anguish Jean's white virginal body squirming helpless beneath this filth. He would kill this son-of-a-bitch if he had harmed her. What had happened to her? What had happened to Monique? His first question was answered a moment later as he still struggled in his chair.

An announcer stood up from his seat, raising his hands for silence. A hush fell over the room as those present leaned forward to hear his introductory remarks about the evenings performance.

"Tonight my friends," he smiled intimately, "we have a special treat. You know we always strive for the unusual so that you, our members, receive the superior entertainment you deserve. We have had many variations of shows, all of which I think you have appreciated. But tonight – tonight, I believe we have the most interesting of all. We have seen many rapes here, both male and female." He paused a moment to give his speech more effectiveness, "but we have never had the interesting situation of a young bride ravished before the eyes of her new husband. Particularly one as possessive as this. We have decided to substitute her in the act as his fair punishment for the unwarranted attack upon our benefactor." A slight ripple of amused laughter ran through the room at this statement. "And she is certain to enjoy it, even if he doesn't. We have chosen an exceptional partner for her tonight. You have seen him perform before and is one of our favorites. I would like to re-introduce to you, 'Pierre', our little French friend."

The crowd broke into a light restrained applause in keeping with the social positions of most present. It was apparent they were pleased with the selection. Kevin's eyes bulged in disbelief as a short dwarf-like man of not more than four feet tall entered the room by the side door and bowed before the crowd. His eyes were small and sunk deep in his ugly over-sized head. There was unmistakable cruelty registered in them, the look of a man who had been teased an his life and who enjoyed taking it out on others more helpless than he when he had the chance.

The dwarf, without further fanfare, stripped the robe he was wearing from his small deformed body and handed it to a waiting attendant like a barer preparing to go into the ring. The crowd gasped at the size of his cock. It was huge relative to the size of his body and hung down almost below his knees even in the soft state. He was obviously proud of it as he took it in both hands and walked around the edge of the circle displaying it to the spectators. He stopped in front of the straining Kevin and with a small teasing grin, stroked it into a semi-hardness. Kevin could not take his eyes from the growing fleshy rod, unable to believe that it was going to be the instrument that would ravish his helpless wife in front of this depraved crowd. At last, he clenched his eyes tightly shut to close out the horrible sight.