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Old 03-19-2004, 01:39 AM   #1
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The file stared at him from the desk top, picture was only a year old but he knew the agent well. Agent Jones was perfect for the job...

Name: Marissa Jones
age: 23
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 125
Measurements: 36C-28-36
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Distinguishing marks: None.


Agent Cole smiled sweetly as he looked down at the agent in question.

"Thank you for meeting me." He held out his hand and shook her smaller hand briskly. "We have a field job available if you wish to take it?"

She sat down, adjusting her business suit and grinned, "Yes, I would love to!" Her enthusiasm bubbling over. She was new to the agency, never thinking for a moment she'd be a field agent in the first year. Usually the F.B.I. wanted agents to have a few years at a desk under their belt before sending them out. Not in this case.

They made an exception because of their Target and his likes and dislikes. Marissa fit the bill, the only qualifying reason, but she did not need to know this...

"You do know it could take a year or so to gain his confidence? To gather information, proof?"

She nodded her head and accepted the file he pushed towards her.

"Tell me what I have to do, Sir."

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One week later....

Agent Jones, your target is Steven Turner. Your job is to gather all the evidence you can to assist in his arrest and conviction.. by any means nessesary.
Agent Cole


She crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the hotel fire place. She had been poked and proded for a week straight and was beginning to wonder if her job was worth all of this?

They had it arranged, she would be 'taken' tonight by some seedy (but paid) thugs... take to the 'underground' auction and sold. Hoping that their man would take the bait.

She stretched out in her bath robe, trying to relax her nether regions as best as possible. She had been waxed, shampooed, trimmed, tweezed, manicure, pedicured, hot oiled, sun bathed until she felt like leather and then smothered in scented oils to make her skin soft. They demanded her hair be down, shining, appealing. Contacts replaced her glasses, her nails painted..

All for this guy?

She eyed his picture once more and sighed heavily. It was do or die. Her one chance. Now how could she stand out in the crowd and get his attention?

The file they had on Steven Turner said nothing of his likes and dislikes reguarding personality. Only his perfered cup size, dress size, only that he collected women like he was some Shiek or lord, a harem? In this day and age?

She napped for awhile and then went out. She was nervous, afraid some what that things might go wrong, or the wrong man would purchase her, but the other Agents assured her they were watching, bidding. The guys would spare no expense to get her back if the wrong one did choose her...

Her thoughts were interrupted as the black sedan pulled suddenly from the street before her. Two brutish looking men jumped out, grabbed her and stuffed her into the car.

Grunting, she flinched as one gripped her arm in a vise like grip.
"HEY! Not so damned hard!" She protested, jerking her arm free of his hold and glaring rudely at brute number one.

Brute number two motioned the driver to proceed and cleared his throat. Forgetting she was supposed to fight a little, she lunged for the door in a feable attempt to get free. Brute number one took his cue and slapped her hard across the mouth, "SIT STILL AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Trembling, she bit back a retort, her face stinging from the contact. That wasn't planned, the fucking bastard! She kept her glares to herself, tensing up between the two men, knowing that they loved any excuse to treat a woman like shit.

They drove for awhile before the car turned into an old warehouse looking building. Stopping, they pulled her out and shoved her to another man she hadn't met before.

"Take her. She's for sale tonight." The second brute laughed in one of those oh so annoying-overly-confident-male roles.

The new guy held both her arms but faced her. He made no move to hold her too tightly, nor yank her around. Mustering up her courage, she glanced up into the greenest eyes she had ever seen before.

He said something soft and sweet in french and smiled at her, making a tisking sound as he spied her reddened cheek. She did not understand a single thing he said, but she let her tears spill over thick lashes. She had to make this look good, but they never gave her acting lessons in training!

"This way my dear.. come. All is well, you will see." His french accent made his words sound very sexy, but she knew who this guy was now.. He was the owner of this 'fine' establishment. He sold flesh..

"SCUM!" her mind shouted, wishing she could say it for a moment. It passed, she took on her role as best she could, appearing afraid, clingy, upset.

He escorted her through the dark concrete room, down ten steps and through a heavy metal door. The hallways were brightly lit, cement walls, holligen lights and cold cement floor. Bare, naked. There was nothing on the walls, just a door down the corridoor.

He took her through it and down another hall that went to the right. Opening another door, he pushed her inside and smiled.

"There is a dress.. there, on the cot. Please, put it on? I do not wish to bring Jake in here to assist you my pet.. And the other items.." He waved his hand to indicate the panty on the bed.
"Only the dress and panty my dear.." He gave her a look, a simple look that clearly said she would regret not listening to him if she chose not to do as he bid.

Nodding, she waited for him to leave.

"Cole? Can you hear me?" She spoke as soon as the door closed, talking softly into the mic in her ring.
"Cole?!" She tried again, her ear piece only giving off a static sound. She felt a panic rise and quickly staunched it, she could handle this, she wasn't a pro, but she could. Cole would be in the main room, 'looking' over the flesh for sale.. maybe the cement kept them from contact?

Time was running out as a rap sounded on the door. Quickly shedding her clothes, she pulled on the thong and dress, walking bare foot towards the door. She kept her ring on and her ear piece in place, hoping nothing had gone wrong and Cole had gotten in with his back up?

"This way." Jake? Possibly. It was one big black male, stunning actually, what she could see of him in her brief glance. Beautiful, but he did have an 'angry' stride to him.

She followed meekly, looking no where but at his back. Her heart thumped loud in her ear, adrenhiline pumping through her veins. She was an agent! A field agent, and by damned she would proove herself tonight! She would get his attention, one way or another..

"Wait here, you are third." He stopped her behind a curtain and vanished back down the hall. Glancing around she noted there was a redhead and a blonde beside her, all watching the curtain anxiously.

"We're you taken too?" Marissa asked quickly.

"NO TALKING!" brute number one hissed, stepping from the shadows and eyed her up and down, his arms folded over his chest.

Jesus! Did he do steroids?!

She fell silent too worried he'd knock her once more upside the head.. The lights dimmed over head and a voice was heard through a mic on the other side of the curtain.

"Gentleman.. Welcome." Nothing more needed to be said. Only the elite were here, only real gentlemen of wealth and breeding. Only men who knew the rules and why they were here to begin with.. Only men who wanted the finest beauties the world had to offer... Piere only took the beautiful, and most often, they came to him on their own violation.
"I have seven lovely ladies for you tonight. All sales are final, and payable before you leave. Now I shall bring out the first beauty of this evening.." The curtain before the blonde parted and she stepped out into the spot light. Smiling, she stood, turned and then let Piere remove her simple gown...revealing all of herself. Of course Marissa did not see this yet, but soon enough she'd learn.
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Steven Turner sat back in his chair behind the small table and looked over the blonde's body with an emotionless face. At 32 years old he was one of the richest men in the entire world and was very familiar with auctions, both for antiques and for human slaves. Dressed casually in blue jeans and a button up shirt he had come to this auction to do business and he wanted to conclude it as quickly as possible and return to his home.

"As you can see Gentlemen this young lady is a beautiful specimen and will serve you well both in and out of the bedroom. She is docile and already very well trained, shall we start the bidding at say eighty thousand dollars?" Piere was anxious to get the auction over as well.

With a slight raise of his hand and a softly spoken "one million" Steven had shown the entire room he intended on leaving with this blonde woman no matter what the cost.

Piere could barely surpress his surprise, and with a smile said "One million do I hear two? Two million for this fine specimen?" Scanning the crowd looking for anyone who would place a higher bid, even though Piere doubted anyone would. Steven Turner was well known by everyone in this room and his 6'0" tall muscular body and calm demeaner hid what everyone knew was a ruthless man. A man who made his wealth by trading in stolen antiques and who claimed to not be responsible for the mysterious disappearnces of several people who made the mistake of crossing him. Still Piere was a businessman and he had to try so he had the young blonde begin to do a slow turn on the stage showing off her nearly nude body covered only by the slightest tiniest of thongs to all eyes in the room.

"Very well then our first specimen is sold to Mr. Turner for one million dollars. Congratulations Mr. Turner you may take possession of your property as soon as you pay at the table by the door" Piere was slightly relieved to have concluded business with him so quickly as even he was afraid of Steven.

Escorting the sold Blonde back to the opening in the curtain where she would be taken away and prepared to meet her new owner at the back door. Piere then turned to the red head waiting in line, took her by the arm and lead her out onto the stage.

Steven watched as Piere removed the redhead's gown, and sighed. She was not what he was looking for. Her breasts where too small and the look on her face said she had been completely broken. This one, Steven decided was used goods and he did not want her.

The bidding went on for the red head in a very predictable manner she went for seventy thousand to a younger man who had not yet learned how to recognize the finer things in life. After Piere had concluded the sale of her and had begun to escort her back to the curtain to retrieve yet another woman Steven stood and made his way to the table by the door to pay for his purchase. He was flanked by two very nervous very large looking ex - military security men who had obvious bulges under their arms indicating they were carrying some sort of firearm.

Steven looked at the man sitting behind the square table and said "Will my usual cheque be acceptable?" Before the man could reply the attention of everyone in the room was drawn to a loud voice coming from the stage.
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Old 03-20-2004, 08:15 PM   #3
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"Shit!" The voice in her ear piece finally came back through.

"What?" She said allowed getting strange looks from brute #1 and the redhead before she went through the curtains.

"Target has chosen the blonde! God damn it! We had reliable.. Jones! Get out there, do something!"

What the fuck did he expect her to do? Jump on stage and shout at the guy? Oh, yeah that was going to get his attention alright, and make him flee!

"You're next." Piere said as he peeked behind the curtains. The amounts these girls sold for was staggering. She had heard the one million dollar bid, as well as the few thousand paid for the redhead..

Fuck, this was degrading!

"JONES!"

"Get on stage." Brute number one said forceably.

"IM GOING!" She shouted at the brute and agent Cole. The big guy backed off a moment a little taken back by her sharp tone of voice. He was unused to women shouting at him in such a manner.

Grabbing her by the arm, he snarled in her face but said nothing as he pushed her through the curtains.

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!" She yelled, her limited training nearly causing her to strike out and drop the man.. Or die trying..

"You addle brained peon! Who the fuck do you think you're pushing around?!" She seethed with anger, her face red as she turned to face a rather stunned crowd.

Piere came quickly over, "Shhhhh! We don't speak unless told to!" He hissed at her, ashamed mostly for her vulgar language in his 'establishment'.

Piere grabbed her roughly, jerking her brutally to his side as he pushed her to center stage.

"Gentlemen, please excuse the interruption.. She is a wild little thing.." He chuckled dryly, hoping to ease some tensions.

"Who will start the bidding at ten thousand?"

"What?!" Marissa staggered a little of her indignation. How dare he start her bidding so low?!

"JONES! He's leaving damn it! Do something. Marcus? You got him?....... Target is.. wait..." the silence was strange but she glanced up to see Mr. Turner looking in her direction.

A half a tick next she was swatting hands from her. "What are you doing?"

"Silence!" Piere hissed in her face as he tugged the strings holding the dress closed.

"Do I hear ten thousand?" There was a cough somewhere and she could swear she heard another guy chuckling over her prediciment?

"Release me this instant! I am not.." Marissa interjected, not knowing they wanted her dress removed?

"JONES! REMOVE THE FUCKING DRESS!" Cole was ordering in her ear, Piere was saying something she couldn't hear due to Cole's orders, not knowing what to do she twisted away from piere violently enough to rip the dress from her body...

The chuckling stopped as twenty pairs of eyes took in the sight of her bared body. Her all over tan made her look exotic and her pink pert nipples stood out noticeably against her skin. They tightened, puckering in the chilled air as she gasped in horror of what Piere had just done.

This was too much for her, no one told her she would be 'baring' her soul up here! She gaped in silence as suddenly the bidding started. Three hands lifted to Piere's ten thousand bid, and the 4th gentleman raised it by ten thousand.

She felt mortified she was standing there in nothing but a skimpy thong, her breasts bared for all to see.. This triggered her mind and instantly she turned her back to the crowd.

"Stand still or Jake will get you, you here me?" Piere sneared in her ear, his french accent gone completely from his voice. Nodding her head, she listened to him list her atributes and convince his 'customers' she was 'trainable'.

What am I going to do? I can't possibly get Mr. Turner's attention standing here like a complete idiot! she chewed her lower lip, worried and at the same time pissed off.

It was no wonder when a hand caressed her bared ass cheek that she turned and slapped the offender's face. Piere flushed hotly, her hand print clearly on his face.

She watched him tremble, Cole shout off an order to stop this behavior or she was suspended and a voice in the back raise the bidding up.. but her eyes stayed on Piere who was shaking with his wrath, dying to get his hands on her and teach her the place she belonged!
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Without warning Piere's anger finally got the better of him, before she could defend herself he hit her across the face so hard it knocked her off her feet and nearly knocked her unconcious. With incredible speed Steven had covered the distance from where he was standing at the table by the door to the stage and before anyone knew what was happening he was standing inches from Piere's face. His blue eyes flashing Ice cold in anger.

"Piere, you and I have a history. In the time I've known you I've developed a respect for you. Your establishment here is of upper class and you are very discrete. If you ever hit a Woman in my presence again I will forget the respect I have for you and you will cease to breathe." Before Steven could finish this sentence the two men that were with him had jumped up on the stage positioned their bodies in front of Steven, turned their backs to him and drawn their guns to cover the crowd in case anyone decided to come to Piere's aid. Seeing the large barrels of the gun's pointed at them and the grim serious looks on the men holding them anyone who had thoughts of being brave quickly decided against it and settled into their seats.

"Now then, I believe you are auctioning her off. I will pay three million dollars for her. That should more than pay for her and cover any expenses you may have from this loss of face. Shall we conclude our business and leave on amicable terms Piere?" Steven looked at Piere waiting for his reaction. Piere, recovering from the threat he had received turned to the crowd and in a loud voice said "Does anyone wish to bid more than three million dollars?"

No one in the crowd wished to bid more than three million dollars. Piere then turned to Steven and said "Mr. Turner you have purchased yourself this unmanageable Woman. I wish you the best of luck with her."

Steven reached into his pocket and drew out three million dollars in Traveller's Cheques and handed them to Piere. "One more thing, as a sign of good faith and in hopes you forgive me for my transgression please accept my gift of the blonde woman I purchased earlier tonight. You may re-sell her as you see fit." Steven then produced an additional million in Traveller's Cheques and gave that to Piere as well.

Turning to one of his security men Steven calmy said "Frank, I need your coat to cover my purchase before we leave please." Without lowering his gun or taking his eyes off the crowd the security man standing closest to Steven switched to a one handed grip on his pistol, pulled his arm out of the sleeve of his Trench Coat and then switching hands repeated the process until he was out of his coat and handing it back to Steven.

Steven took the trench coat from Frank and walked over to where Marissa was sitting on the floor still a little dazed from being hit so hard by Piere. He draped the coat over her shoulders to cover her naked body knelt down in front of her and looked her straight in the eyes.

"Hello, I don't know your name but I suggest you listen to me carefully. This room is full of a lot of very powerful men who from birth have been taught that women exist to serve them, and to be bred by them to bear them sons. They believe a woman is nothing more than a pet. A dog if you will. Now you, my young friend just convinced them you are the dog who bites it's master's hand. Do you know what they do to a dog like that? They execute it on the spot. The only thing preventing them from doing that to you right now is me, well me and those two big guys with the guns standing behind me. As I see it you have two choices, when I stand up and offer you my hand you can take it and submit to me and we all walk out of here in one piece. If you don't take my hand, there is going to be an aweful lot of shooting and some people are going to die. You won't make it out of here alive."

With that Steven stands and holds his hand out to Marissa to take. "C'mon take my hand and lets get the hell out of here before the crap really hits the fan shall we?"
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Old 03-24-2004, 10:17 PM   #5
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She hit the floor hard, her face hurting like holy hell. He struck her so hard, her ear piece went sailing into a dark corner somewhere, unnoticed by Marissa.

Stunned, she couldn't feel her mouth to speak, barely see and her ears were ringing something aweful. She did not cry, but came close. Shaking from the pain, shock, she slowly sat upright on the hardwood stage.

It took a moment to get her bearings, leaning heavily on one hand, supporting herself.

"Now then, I believe you are auctioning her off. I will pay three million dollars for her. That should more than pay for her........" His words faded in and out, but her vision had returned.

"Oh my god!" She gasped through numb lips. Her hand covered her bruning cheek, wishing she could stop that biting throb in the middle. Her eyes stared right into the face of 'her' man!

Did he just say three million? Surely she misheard him? She glanced quickly to Cole who was giving her the signal to go with it by brushing his ear.

Go with it?! He just fucking paid three million... Her thoughts were interrupted when Steven gifted Piere with the blonde's return, even paid for her as well.

Jesus! Did his pocket book know no bounds?

He came to her then, crouching down to her eye level. She wanted to draw back away from him, but her programmed mission said otherwise. She had been drilled and drilled, she couldn't fuck this up!

Still she did flinch away from him as his hand raised, thinking he would strike her himself, she waited with wide 'doe' eyes. Instead a leather Duster was draped over her shoulders, covering herpartially nude form.


"Hello, I don't know your name but I suggest you listen to me carefully. This room is full of a lot of very powerful men who from birth have been taught that women exist to serve them, and to be bred by them to bear them sons....." He warned her, speaking carefully, clearly.

With a little nod of her head, she took his offered hand and managed to gain her footing. She trembled still, more from humiliation and anger than from pain now.. She glared at Piere, wishing she had a gun to shoot his ass right then and there!

She almost smiled, knowing the FBI was waiting to raid this place as soon as she was gone. It was a small consolation, knowing Piere would soon be in jail.

He held her hand firmly but did not hurt her, she followed appearing 'tamed' out the doors and into a waiting Limo. Steven's strides ate up the ground, he knew when to get the fuck out, so did she..

As soon as her face hit cooler air, she sighed with relief. Now for the next phase.. She wanted to slap Cole for this, but she knew she had to do it..

"God, I hate begging!" She said nothing to him, climbed inside the car and sat huddled in the corner. As soon as Steven got in and his two goons loaded, she turned to him. "Thank you! God, thank you sooo much!" She took his hand, her smile spreading. "I never thought I would get out of there alive!" She released his hand, tugging the coat tighter around herself.

"Where are we?" She made a show of trying to see their location, trying to figure out where she was? "I need to get to my hotel room and get my ticket home.. God.. I never want to see this place again!" She swore under her breath, now taking time to 'break down' a little and cry. "I will repay y-you.. s-some how.." There, that should do it..

Wait? Why couldn't she hear Cole?

She remained calm, slowly brushing her hair away from her face, letting her pinkie briefly touch her ear.. finding NOTHING!

Panic did set in just then.. the tears that came were closer to real than before.. She had no contact!

"Jesus.. Shit!" She stammered, her hands shaking a little, more nervous every second that ticked by. A guard eyed her but said nothing, she had two choices now. Stay or flee.

The department wouldn't look towards flight as nobel nor doing her job. But no one ever said what to do with NO contact neither?!

"Can you drop m-me off at the Hamilton Inn?" She turned to meet Steven's gaze.
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Sitting in the back of the black Limo with her Steven couldn't help but smile. She had actually asked him to drop her off at her Hotel, how naive is she he thought to himself.

When her eyes met his, he leaned forward slightly and opened a compartment in front of him. From inside he pulled out a collar.

"It would appear I need to do some more explaining to you. First of all, who told you to talk? You keep your mouth shut unless your told to speak!" He growled at her, his whole attitude had changed in almost a split second.

"Do you know what this is? This is a collar, not just any collar though. This is your collar." He told her as he wrapped it around her neck tightly and fastened it before she could even react. When she moved her hands to remove the collar Steven became even more angry.

"NO!" She had barely heard him shout no at her when Marissa's body became inundated with what felt to her like the worst pain she had ever endured, and it was centered on the collar around her neck.

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" She screamed out in pain and he looked at her.

"Now that I have your attention listen to me. I paid a large sum of money for you, I own you. You are my SLAVE. The collar around your neck is special for several reasons. Like I said it is special because it belongs to you and you are a special, beautiful woman. But it is also special because it is a Dog's training collar. All I need do is push this button on this little remote control I have in my hand here and you will receive a rather nasty electrical shock like the one you just had." Steven's voice was cold and to the point as he showed her the small black remote control he held in his hand, her eyes grew wide with terror when she saw it.

"We are going to OUR new home, you are my property and I am anxious to begin your training. There will be no returning to your Inn, or anywhere else that you knew in your past life. Your life has now begun a new and will be like nothing you've ever experienced before." When she heard him say those words her eyes filled with tears and she began to cry uncontrollably. The humiliation of being naked in front of all those people, the pain from the hit she took from Piere and the fact she was now exhausted all conspired against her and although she wanted to remain strong her body simply gave up on her.

He reached for the opening to the leather Trench Coat she was wearing and he pulled the top half off her shoulders so that it lay wrapped around her waste. Exposing her naked body to his eyes from her waste up, he smiled as her nipples hardened from the chill air in the car.

Whispering softly to her as he began to fondle her breasts "You really are a beautiful woman. I'm going to enjoy training you."

The Limo moved underneath them as it made it's way onto the Highway, accelerating past a large sign that read Airport pointing in the direction they were headed.
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She sat in stoney silence, watching him fondle her like some object with disinterest outwardly.

Inwardly she was ashamed, knowing his guards were eying her up and down as was he. That collar however was a 'shocking' enough event to let her know not to push him too far.

She could still feel the lingering effects from the shock of it, that pain wasn't something she wanted to feel again.. but she knew she would.

Damn pride of hers would see to that.. She was no man's 'play thing', not even a rich cute man such as this.. He was a criminal and she was going to take him down!

"Please.. Don't." She whispered, watching him closely. A tear fell down her cheek as she pleaded for him to stop. The words were out before she could stop them, but she couldn't help it. She was not used to someone humiliating her like this! Especially infront of total strangers.

She reached up and brushed the tear away, resisting the urge to slap his hand away from her, knowing what she would get for it. He continued to play with her, ignoring her words for the most part, a self satisfied smile on his face.

She couldn't help but glare at him, what an egotistical shit! She was about to set him down a few notches with her viper tongue when the car stopped.

"What?" she glanced out the window, noting they were at the airport. "Please, Mister.... Don't do this! I was kidnapped and.." She stopped when his finger caressed the control. She stiffened instantly, her eyes daring him too but her mind wishing he wouldn't. She held her head high and met him eye to eye, waiting to see what he would do next?

Agent Jones never said he would do this to her! Certainly they had to have known?! She was slowly boiling inside, her anger growing by the second as it cleared in her mind why they did this. They only picked her because of how she looked! She should have guessed that! They lost contact with her, they weren't following as far as she could see.. How in God's name was she to do her job?

"Sir?" A guard questioned his boss with one word. Would they depart the car for the plane or sit here while he fondled his new 'slave'?

Her eyes darted to the passenger side door, knowing she was close enough to it to get out and yell for help... if they were distracted? She couldn't do this mission.. Not now and not like this!
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"The coast is clear, Target leaving the premise.." Marcus Bough spoke from his back seat in the auction room, watching Piere handle a brunette rather roughly.

"Don't do anything until I say so Bough... Carter?" Cole spoke as quietly as possible into the mic as the brunette sobbed miserably on the stage.

"Carter here, task force is in place and awaiting the signal Sir!" Agent Carter hovered with night vision goggles by the back entrance where Agent Jones had been escorted.

Cole cleared his throat and stood, putting both hands into his business suit pocket, he moved quickly up the isle to the front row. Piere squinted under the bright lights to see whom was moving but could not make the face out.

"THERE'S OUR SIGNAL! MOVE OUT!" Carter barked his orders to the six men surrounding him and those on the roof heard through the mic system.

In the back row, Marcus drew his .45 and sat waiting...

Within seconds the place errupted into chaos. Shouts of "Get down!" and "Don't Move!" Were heard through out the rooms and halls. Men came rushing in, pointing their semi-auto's at customers, Piere and thugs. It didn't matter whom was whom now, the FBI just busted an illegal slave house, this would look remarkable on Cole's records.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Piere stammered staring down the barrel of Cole's gun.

"Piere.. Peter Micheals, you are here by under arrest for kidnapping, money laundering, Illegal drug use and a few other charges. You have the right to remain silent..." Cole read him his rights as Marcus came up behind him and cuffed the man.

Piere was shaken, pissed but unbelievably shaken. No one had ever caught him! NEVER! What tipped them off?

Piere made eye contact with Jake, looking silently but speaking volumes.... Find out who and when..

An hour later everyone inside the building was at FBI headquarters, some awaiting lawyers, others were sent home.. Mostly the women Piere had locked up in the basement, awaiting sale... All reported missing but three.

"I want to call my lawyer." Piere sat at the table, surrounded by Cole, Bough and Carter, not budging an inch to confess a single word. The questioning had gotten them no where, but thankfully the charges would stick.. IF the three women that said they would testify, did.

"Agent Cole, Can I speak to you outside?" Carter held a fax in his hand, his eyes concerned.

"Sure. Watch him." Cole went out into the hall with Carter, waiting anxiously for the man to hurry. He wanted to question Peter before his lawyers got here. He had time to crack this guy's shell, he just needed an angle..

"What is it?" Cole looked at the fax with little surprise. "So he did take her with him?"

"Yeah. But we lost communications. Shouldn't we get a task force together to go get her out?"

"No, not yet. She'll find a way to make contact. Turner has no way of knowing what went down, or even suspect her for anything other than what he believes her to be.."

"But.."

"No worries Carter, she'll get her man. And we'll be there to bring him in." Cole grinned a little easier, Marissa had made it inside! Now all he had to do was wait for proof.. He could always work on getting Bough inside too.. Maybe a pilot was needed? Or an extra gun? Something was brewing there with the antiques angle.. But first Peter.

~hour later~

Jake was released, tailed but released. He knew what he had to do, call Piere's list of clients and alert them to be unseen for awhile and to keep their 'toys' hidden. The first person Jake called was Turner's driver.
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Steven saw her looking at the door to the car and guessing her thoughts changed her mind by saying "The door is locked, you won't be able to get out that way so you might as well sit back relax and try to calm down."

Turning to his driver Steven was about to tell him that they were ready to get on the plane when he was interrupted with the ringing of a cell phone.

"Hello... Yes... I understand." Steven's driver was a man of few words and after pushing the end button to disconnect the cell phone he turned to the back of the car with a serious look on his face.

"Mr. Turner I was just informed of an unfortunate turn of events. I'm afraid the ladies are dirty." Seeing a nod from Steven and a signal to carry on the driver turned around and began to drive the car out towards the run way.

Marissa watched out the windows of the car as it drove out onto the runway and towards a huge cargo plane. She'd only seen planes that big used by the Military and to her surprise the driver of the Limo expertly steered the car up a ramp at the back of the plane and before she knew it they were parked inside.

Turning around Steven watched the ramp of the plane close behind the car sealing them inside he then turned to Marissa.

"Now, we are locked inside this airplane in very soon we will be in the air. So far you've been very well behaved and since there is no chance of you escaping I am going to take the collar off you. As of now things will be different for you. The first difference is you no longer will wear clothes or anything to cover your body from now on. The other differences you will learn as we go. Hold still for a minute and I will take the collar off your neck, and then you are free to roam the entire plane. It has a buffet table already set up, bathroom facilities and a bedroom. Please try to enjoy yourself. I expect to see you in my forward cabin in two hours." Steven instructed her as he leaned forward and removed the training collar from her neck.

Steven then pushed a switch on a console beside him and the familiar sound of the limo's doors unlocking was heard he then turned to her smiled and said "Do you have any questions before I let you wander on your own?"
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She listened to their brief conversation and wondered who Cole let get away to warn Turner? It made no difference, just told her to be more cautious. She eyed him as he drew near enough to remove the collar from her neck, her hands instantly up to rub the offended area. It took all her self-control not to rave at him for that action. She kept silent but wanted to yell at him so badly her jaw hurt from her efforts to stop.

She tried to pay attention to details but it was near impossible being confined in this limo with three men eyeing her bared breasts, face, whatever they were staring at to discontent her so.

"Do you have any questions before I let you wander on your own?" Steven's voice seemed soft with concern, but she knew it to be false.

"Mr. Turner is it?" She asked pointedly and with his nod of affirmation she continued, "I just want to know when you will allow me to return home?" She chose her words carefully, but meek (she was finding) was not in her personality.
"I am afraid that is not an option." He seemed to so smug with himself. Confident he had the upper hand and was in control..... He was! God it only infuriated her all the more!

Her eyes snapped with fire, brewing around to show her inner turmoil. Anger, pain, fear, and loathing but far from acceptance. She threw open the door and stalked out of the car, yanking her borrowed cloak back together. She stopped next to the wall of the plane, her body shivering, but not from the colder air. She was truly trapped here, as Cole had hoped she would be... Inside! No one had ever breached the inside of his 'business'.. but still she could not keep the fear from invading her mind.

Did he intend on raping her? Would he really make her walk around naked before all these men, letting anyone near her, strutting her around as bait? She ground her teeth together and fought down the urge to walk over and slap that man. She heard the doors shut behind her, knew they were mulling around the plane now. Closing her eyes, she gained control over herself and did her best to calm down. So what if she had no contact now. So what if she was heading to some remote island to play "I dream of Genie" to this guy.. She was inside and had best not blow it! She heard about the last agent Turner had run into, the man was now dead..

"Miss?" She turned around to see a huge guard standing over her.
"Do you need help finding things?" He seemed uncomfortable with given the task of watching her but he followed orders.
"No.. No thanks." She backed away from him and slid out the side, hating to be pinned or trapped in anyway. She moved towards the dining table, but was too nervous to eat. Instead she found the huge bathroom compartment and locked herself inside. Sitting down on the floor, she felt relaxed for the first time since this all went down.

She lost track of time in there but did eventually snoop around. She was surprised to find hot running water on an air plane and even the shower worked. A good enough reason to relax, she took a long hot shower.
If he thought she was going to parade around naked, he had best think again! And he certainly wasn't going to be seeing her willingly in his compartment anytime soon.

"Choke on that Turner!" She mumbled softly and then laughed. She was playing with fire but damn if it didn't the thought feel good! Making him irritable and defying him was stupidity, pure and simple.. But if this situation was any more real... Any woman worth her salt would be defying him!

A knock sounded on the door, "Times up!" A guard perhaps? She eyed the door handle, waiting to see if he could get in or not? When nothing happened, she climbed out of the shower and dried herself off.
"Come on out of there..." He made a noise much like sighing.
"I need some clothes!" She called out, "I'm not coming out there without something to wear.."
"You were told to wear nothing, now come out here." He seemed to have the patience of a saint.. but they were about to be tested.
"Nope! 'Fraid I can't do that without something to wear damn it!" She shouted right back.

"I can come in and get you... But I would rather not fight with you.. Orders are orders and you need to come with me.. Now!...." He gave the door a questioning glance and waited for exactly ten seconds. "Alright, have it your way.." He hated the thought of man handling this girl to get her to the Boss but he would do it and more for the Boss.

"HEY!" She backed away from the door as it was pushed hard open, bouncing off the wall. She stood in a towel with water dripping everywhere. "Stop fucking staring at me!" She glared at him... She must be addled brained, losing her mind, something to be staring at a brute with a gun and yelling. She nearly laughed due to the stressful situation but yelped instead when his big hands went around her legs, just under her bottom and hefted her over his shoulder. She cursed him colorfully but held tightly to her towel.

Upside down, she growled warnings, insults and whatever came to mind as he carried her out of the bathroom and up the stairs. Her hair was swinging wet and now cold, slapping her face gently until he jarred or bounced her a little.
"This is against my rights! PUT ME DOWN!" The towel was slipping a little more, she hurried to reach behind her and pull it down over her bare ass, "What are you?! A god damned robot? LET! ME! DOWN!" She forced each word out, not noticing the door opening and entering a bedroom.

"You want down?" He asked/
"YES! Idiot!" She threw her weight a little to make him stumble, but his hands had already grabbed her firmly enough that he just lifted her from his shoulder and tossed her onto the bed.
"That be all sir?" He turned, now half of him soaking wet and waited for his boss's orders.
"Yes, you can go." She went still on the bed, her eyes searching the darkness for him wondering where he was lurking? The door shut and the room became even darker. She sat frozen in silence, not sure what he was going to do to her.
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Steven sat in the chair beside his bed and smiled as he watched Marissa get dumped onto the bed. After the guard left he reached over for the small light on the night table between him and the bed and turned it on. It's dim light just bright enough to allow them to see each other and the room.

Looking at her with a slight frown he said "You know I don't think you've ever told me your name. My first name is Steven by the way." Not waiting for her to answer he stood and she could see he was wearing light pajama type bottoms and a simple T-Shirt a sharp contrast to the well dressed man he was earlier.

Walking away from the bed to a small fridge on the wall he bent down slightly opened the fridge and removed a bowl of strawberries and a bottle of champagne. Opening the bottle Steven carefully poured two crystal glasses and turned holding the glass and bowl of berries out in front of him.

"Tell you what, you get off the bed drop your towel, take this champagne have some strawberries and I'll see about getting you another towel. You look like your still soaking wet and your getting the bed all wet. If your interested theres a television in here we can watch for a little while? You like movies?" Steven asked Marissa staring at her and trying to be patient with her even though she had so blantly disobeyed his rule about her being naked.
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She glared at him, removing herself as quickly as she could from his bed. She stood up, bumped against a wall and scooted back into the corner of the room.

Steven.. She knew his name but could not let on she did.

He stood between her and the door, watching him warily for any sudden and dangerous advances on her. He held out a glass of champagne and a bowl of strawberries as if it was a common occurrence?

"Keep dreamin' Steven.." her tone wasn't a friendly one as she whispered his name aloud. She was afraid, she had every right to be afraid too!

With the two goons outside the door, no escape, in mid-air over who-knows-where and only a towel for protection? ... She was screwed!

She eyed the glass, worried some sleeping agent was in it, reluctant to take his offering, certainly not going to remove the towel with him in the room, she tried to compromise..

"Alright. You leave the room and I will put something on.. if you will kindly give me something to wear?" She tried to sound haunty but did not quite get the tone right. "or better yet, take me home?" She plastered a smile on her face that looked more like a grimace.
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It started with a slight giggle somewhere inside him and quickly changed to a roaring laugh, when he had finally composed himself Steven turned put the champagne glass and strawberries down on the table with the lamp beside the bed and quickly covered the distance between him and Marissa. Standing very very close to her he looked deep into her eyes.

"Martha, Helga, Brandy, Prudence, Debbie, Wendy, Tiffany, what ever the hell is your name?" He asked her with a slight growl to his voice.

Feeling very uncomfortable with him standing so close to her and really annoyed at all those names he had just called her she blurted out "MARISSA! My name's Marissa OK! HAPPY NOW?" She nearly screamed at him holding her towel even tighter to her.

"Yes, thats much better thank you Marissa. You do realize we are thousands of feet in the air over the Ocean in the middle of nowhere? I could loan you parachute and open the door for you but when you splash into the Ocean you'd have a hell of a swim home. If the sharks didn't get you first that is." Steven's voice was a lot calmer now, finally she was beginning to co-operate he thought.

Looking into her eyes and seeing her tremble slightly because he was standing so close to her he finally realized how scared she must be and he quickly said in as soothing a tone as possible "Marissa relax I don't want to hurt you. To be honest I just want someone to talk to, have some champagne and strawberries with and enjoy whats left of the evening with. Between you and me the guards aren't very attractive company"

Allowing himself to relax even more he smiled a side ways grin at her and said "Come on Marissa you must be frozen in that towel soaking wet like that. Drop that one and let me get you another one. I'll even dry you off with a warm one if you'd like. I know I'd enjoy it. Or I could dry you off with my tongue." With his last words he dragged his finger along her bare arm gently flirting with her hoping she would calm down at least a little.
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He hovered over her, looming too near for her own comfort, but what could she possibly do about it? She most certainly did not wish to swim in the ocean! He was standing so close to her, she could feel the warmth from his body seep into her own. His scent filled her senses completely, she had to bite her lip to stop from groaning.

She wanted so many things, fore most was to slap his arrogant face. Second was to kiss those lips, which she glared about. Her thoughts were not helping and neither was his nearness. She had a job to do, she had to remember that. Which meant she had to tollerate him, and she had to do something to placate him before he did toss her out.

"Marissa relax I don't want to hurt you. To be honest I just want someone to talk to, have some champagne and strawberries with and enjoy whats left of the evening with. Between you and me the guards aren't very attractive company" His voice was soft, pleading almost it seemed. She was loathed to give in and damned if she didn't. This was her.. HE was her one chance...

She fidgitted under his gaze, his body was too close and he was far too good looking for her own good! Hell, she couldn't even meet his eyes and speak with him, what happened to the FBI agent in her? She wanted to laugh at herself for behaving so cowardly.

"They aren't that appealing at all.." She offered in reponse, finally finding her voice.

"Come on Marissa you must be frozen in that towel soaking wet like that. Drop that one and let me get you another one. I'll even dry you off with a warm one if you'd like. I know I'd enjoy it. Or I could dry you off with my tongue." He sounded so reasonable except for that last part..

She gaped at him, her eyes finally meeting his as she stared openly. What was he thinking?! Tempting, very tempting.. She had to admit that. But she was not that easily swayed into being his 'play toy' either!

"N-new one would be lovely Steven." She gripped her towel tighter to her breasts as she stared wide eye at him for any sudden moves.

She was backed into a corner, she wanted to be here damn it! She wanted this job to succeed.. Even if she had to suffer him pawing at her.. And from what she could see of the man, suffering wasn't really what came to mind in association with his touch.

She groaned out loud and turned from him slightly to stare at the wall.

"This is alot safer than staring at him!" Her thoughts were more in the gutter than they should have been. She didn't understand alot about this man or why he was doing illegal activities? He seemed refined, rich and handsome, so why was he in this situation?

Before she could think about it she asked aloud, "I don't understand something.. Why is it you have to buy women for sex?" She startled a little, flushing hotly for asking such a personal question. What would he do? Say? He still loomed behind her making her uncomfortable, tingle with awareness he could easily take her towel without much trouble.... She should do better not to make him angry.
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"I don't understand something.. Why is it you have to buy women for sex?" Steven was caught by surprise by that question. Why would she ask that he thought to himself. To give him sometime to think he turned away from her walked across the room to a linen closet opend it and took out a big warm fluffy towel.

Returning to her he held the towel in front of him and said "Marissa, buying women is the price I have to pay for being Steven Turner, multi billionaire. I've never been with a woman who truly loved me, sure when I was younger I dated but you know what? None of them loved me. They loved my money, or the attention that being with me brought them but they never loved me. I'm a man with needs and desires so I buy a woman for companionship and sometimes for sex. At least the women I buy I can trust. It's a terrible price to pay for being who, what I am and I long for the companionship of a woman who loves me. Unconditional love, a woman who loves me for me not for who I am or what money I have. A woman I can trust and when I look into her eyes see the love she has for me. But, I suppose thats not to be for me so I fulfill my needs as best I can."

Moving close to her and putting his hand gently on her shoulder he said "Marissa turn around and look at me. I've answered your question now take this towel dry yourself off and get warmed up. I have a question for you. Why does a beautiful woman of obvious well upbringing find herself in the position of being auctioned off to a man like me?"
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She didn't buy that bullshit for a single moment... but she couldn't let it show that she knew better than that. Hell if he knew what she knew about him and herself, she'd be a dead woman... Best to keep it simple.

"That's ... sweet.. I guess." She gave a little shrug, taking the towel from his hand as she did so. She glanced neither up at him and any where else but her towel around her chest. He expected her to comply with his wishes...

She let out a deep breath, calming herself as she let the wet towel fall from around her. As quickly as she could she replaced it with the dry one. She flushed hotly, she didn't like him staring at her like this.

"How? Fuck if I know!" She glared at the unseen guard Jakes mental picture. "I was heading home and got a flat tired along this side street.. You know how it is? Detours due to road repairs that never really get fixed by the city anyway." She brushed her hair out of her face, a nervous gesture. "Anyway I got a flat, and instead of calling tripple A for assistance I got out of the car without thinking or looking where i was and these two brutes jumped me. Fuckers." She grumbled under her breath a few more insults and tightened the towel about herself.

"Anyway I ended up in the sleeze room, forced to change and parade around.. I wish I knew why I was taken... I know that there was no way they wouldn't think of someone noticing me gone.. makes me wonder who hates me." She glared again, knowing Cole was probably laughing it up at the office right now and she was here nearly naked and scrambling for a bullshit story.

"Can't you just let me go home?" She asked in a small voice. "I mean, if I .. give you what you want?" She licked her lips, which suddenly felt dry. It was certainly not meant to entice him but his eyes lingered there for a brief moment.
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Steven smiled at her, a sideways crooked grin smile as he thought over what she had said. Can't you just let me go home if I give you what you want she'd said. Boy this girl really doesn't get it does she? I paid millions for her there is no way she is going home. Hell, any other woman would already be naked on her knees in front of me begging to give me a blow job. But this chick, she's different but why? Why would she reject my advances, what is it about her?

"I tell you what Marissa, why don't you drop the towel and come sit on the bed with me. If things go well tonight I will consider letting you go." Steven said this to her as he made a mental note to have Marissa checked out to figure out just who she really was.

Walking over to the side of the bed Steven turned to look at her, ok I'm a patient man but if she doesn't get over here and drop that towel I'm gonna rip it off her body and throw her on this damn bed. He thought to himself, getting annoyed at this woman who wasn't accepting his advances. No woman had ever turned him down before or acted like this around him.
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"Con-consider?" She stumbled over the word now worried he really meant it! JESUS! This was messing with all their plans and her job but by damned she did not want to be in this predicament right now either.

She mutely nodded her head in acceptance, gulping down the lump in her throat and trying to still her quivering hands.

"Can I turn out the light?" She met his gaze, hopeful he would agree to that.. but the steel hard look in his eyes said he wasn't going to be accomidating in the least.

What to do? WHAT TO DO!? She stumbled a little inside, balking and pushing at the same time. This tug-a-war inside was harder than hell to sort out. Before she lost her nerve, she let the towel drop and stiffly laid down on his bed.

Ramrod straight, she stared the the ceiling over head, hoping he'd just get it done and over with...

And she was lying to herself if she dwelled on it for much longer. He was rather sexy for a criminal.. That alone was dangerous to her job.. No, to herself! She couldn't relax. There was no seduction, just bargaining for freedom she really couldn't afford to have.

She could feel his eyes roaming her body without even glancing in his direction.. The heat alone on her skin told her volumes.. She had to be careful with this one and just do her job! Besides, casual sex was a common thing these days..

Her analytical mind was fucking up any chance of being horny enough to do this tonight.. Was that good or bad? She again chose to disect the thought rather than look forward to seeing him naked.
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Steven looked at her lying there naked staring up at the ceiling with that deer in the headlights look in her eyes and he actually felt sorry for her. Only slightly but for a brief moment he truly did pity her.

Sitting down on the bed beside her he reached for a strawberry from the bowl on the table beside the bed, carefully just biting the very tip off the end of the berry he with drew it from his mouth and looked at it for a moment. Seeing the slightest hint of moisture forming at the wound his teeth had created on the berry he then turned to Marissa's naked body.

Gently and with hands as steady as a surgeon's he pressed the berry to her upper then lower lip painting them like lip stick would. When he finished her lower lip instead of lifting the berry from her skin he used it like a paint brush, her body his canvas and moved it over her chin down her neck to her chest leaving a faint line of red juice as he went.

When he reached the swell of her breast he continued tracing his line up her breast around and over her nipple and then down the side of her breast and back up the other one where he repeated the process. Feeling satisfied that her nipples had been stained quite red from the Strawberry he then continued painting on her body down to her belly button which he dilligently drew a circle around. Lifting the Strawberry from Marissa's skin Steven pops it into his mouth and eats it, he then stands up and bends over her kissing her passionately on her lips.

Before she can react he slides his tongue down her chin across her throat following the path the berry juice left on her. Finally the trail led him to her first nipple which he quickly sucks between his lips and licks cleaning it and leaving it pink and very erect. He then moves his head to her other nipple and repeats the process only this time he isn't nearly as gentle and just before he lifts his head he gives her nipple a hard love bite. Moving from her now sore nipple he continues licking his way down to her belly button and circles it only stopping when he finally has all of the red juice cleaned from her naked skin.

"Tell me Marissa, do you have someone back home? A man? A woman maybe? Someone who is missing you and is lusting after you from all the time you've been away? Do you have a man to turn to when your body screams in lust or maybe a friendly female tongue? Wait, don't tell me. Does this incredible body have to make do with the feel of a cold hard plastic toy to quiet the throbbing in your loins at night?" Steven asked her while looking at her face. He wanted to shock her back into reality and hoped he hadn't gone too far.
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Her eyes were tightly shut, willing herself not to respond to anything he said or did to her, she waited. She didn't have a long wait when she scented the berry just before it's cool flesh touched her parched lips.

She almost gasped aloud but managed to contain any noise she might have made by making fists at her sides. She would not give him the satisfaction of liking this!

The berry was lifted to her bottom lip, and just when she thought he was done... he wasn't!

GOOD LORD! Her mind was frantic a second as the berry journied over her heated body. He was purposely trying to woe her, trying to get her to succumb to his needs! She refused to damn it!

The berry thankfully left her skin before journying anywhere indecent, and when she peeked out, she watched as he ate the fruit.

What in the world was he doing?!

She felt a twinge go through her as he stood up suddenly. Worry entered her mind only a moment before she once again squeezed her eyes shut.

He kissed her, his finger pressing on her chin so that he could gain entrance to her mouth.. She didn't kiss him back, but was sorely tempted to when the heat spread even further.

She stiffened up even further if it were possible and waited until he left her lips. Surely he'd take that as a hint and leave her be?!

He didn't.

Of course! He would love to torment her further, she knew it before he even trailed his tongue along her body. What was worse was she was betrayed by her own body's reactions to his explorations. She was burning up and finding it rather hard to breathe, think or remember not to speak!

She did gasp as he circled her belly button, worried he intended more, but when he spoke up, she felt herself relax.. Only for a brief second.

Then his words sank in.

"Tell me Marissa, do you have someone back home? A man? A woman maybe? Someone who is missing you and is lusting after you from all the time you've been away? Do you have a man to turn to when your body screams in lust or maybe a friendly female tongue? Wait, don't tell me. Does this incredible body have to make do with the feel of a cold hard plastic toy to quiet the throbbing in your loins at night?"

"Wh-what?!" She stammered, her eyes shot open to meet his. She glared at him, seething with her temper. She was tempted to hit him, knock him out flat on his ass and teach him a valuable lesson! But damn Cole! This was her mission!

Christ! Someone surely hates me!

She clenched her teeth so tightly it hurt, holding them thusly until the urge to hurt him passed.
"There is.. No one waiting!" She bit out roughly. She wanted so badly to lie and say there was, but there wasn't.. Cole didn't tell her what to say to him, only to play a role.. Did Cole even know what role she was expected to play?!

Her nipples were pert, one aching and one stinging smartly.. And both still ached for attention. "But I don't see how that's any of your business, Mr. Turner." She was angry with herself for responding, and even more angry when he voice came out scratchy and weak sounding.. Almost like she was aroused!

Well.. She was, but she'd die before admitting that!

It was official in her mind.. Good looking men were a bane to her exisistance!
"Damn him! Damn him for being so damned tempting! And damn me for wanting him!" She mentally cursed herself over and over.
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A scowl crossed over his face as he thought about her words. She called me Mr. Turner, she didn't even use my first name. Geez what is it going to take to make this woman crack? Is she insane?

With that thought on his mind and a determined anger in his soul Steven moved back onto the bed and knelt between her legs. Bending over and drawing his lips to her vaginal lips he stuck out his tongue, and parting her lips slightly starting at the very bottom he slowly, wetly, agonizingly dragged his tongue up across her vaginal opening all the way to her clitoris. Which he gave an extra teasing lick to.

Having tasted her Steven leapt from the bed marched to the door of the bedroom and looking at her sternly said "You'd better get some sleep now, we will be landing shortly. Your freedoms have just been revoked. You will be kept secured in your quarters until meal times and such time as you decide you wish to speak to me and change your attitude towards me!"

After nearly yelling out his words at the end of the sentence, he swung open the door left the room and slammed the door behind him. Once out in the hall Steven called loudly for one of his Security men and when the large muscular man answered, Steven instructed him to stand guard at the door. Marissa was not to leave the room for anything except meal times and if she specifically asked for him she was to be brought to him immediately. After giving those orders Steven proceeded to a smaller room on the plane and collapsed on the bed in anger hoping to get what little sleep he could before the plane landed.
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She sucked in a deep breath, biting back the groan which almost escaped from her lips.

How dare he!?

She fumed silently, her hands fisted even tighter as she clenched her eyes tightly shut. She would not give in!

Damn it! She had to!

This was fucked up! Whomever gave her this mission was going to get it when she did get back to the office! She'd make them pay for this.... seriously pay!

The bed jerked as he jumped up, visibly she did not relax, but mentally she sighed.

"You'd better get some sleep now, we will be landing shortly. Your freedoms have just been revoked. You will be kept secured in your quarters until meal times and such time as you decide you wish to speak to me and change your attitude towards me!" He seemed a wee bit more than pissed, he was down right angry!

Good! You deserved it! She said nothing of what her mind was shouting, keeping her silence would, in the end, be much better.

The door slammed as he exited, her astonishment gasped out of her.

"Just like that?" She whispered to herself, her eyes locked on the door.

He'd leave just like that? Make no demands? Well.. Some Dominate male he was!

"Great Marissa! Just great!" She grumbled under her breath. She was botching this mission up from the get-go..

But hell, in her own defense, no one warned her she'd have to freakin' play slave and master. She felt hopelessly lost at what to do. Appears the only way she's going to get anywhere is to play his games and grovel at his feet.

That was a very disgusting idea.

She rolled over and ignored the locked door, his idle threats and the stupid guard stationed outside.. She even ignored the urge to remain awake.

She dosed in and out as the flight went along, left completely.. and utterly alone? What was his game this time? She knew he had meant it.. HE was going to lock her up tight and keep her that way.. Well, she could pick locks and climb cliffs.. She could get out of a bedroom!

The plane tilted noticably, they were landing.

Sitting upright, she hunted through his 'personal' things until she found a large shirt and tugged it on. If he thought she'd just cave under in one day.....

Well it was no wonder he went through so many women.

"I mean really... Who doesn't have to work for sex?" As if he'd respect her if she laid down and spread her thighs within five minutes of his 'seduction'. No it was best to let it build..

Face it girl.. you fucked up! Cole hears about this, you're in deep shit!

A knock sounded at the door just before a big thug pushed it open. "We're ready to depart. Come along." It was an order from the BOSSMAN obviously.

She jerked the shirt tightly around her and exited the bedroom. Looking around she wondered if she needed to strap in? Where the hell were they landing anyway?
"Get goin'!" He gave her a little push and frog-marched her down the stairs.
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Steven stood in the open door way of his plane at the top of the stairs leading to the ground and watched as two of his security men carried, dragged, shoved and then very roughly threw Marissa into a Jeep waiting near the run way. He couldn't help but flinch and think that last toss of her into the back of the Jeep was going to leave some fresh bruises on her body.

Looking over his shoulder behind him and seeing his bodyguard standing there Steven said "Frank now that we're home I'm going to reassign you. I'm safe here and I don't need you watching over me so closely. Instead I want you to become Marissa's shadow. Whatever she does, you do. She DOES NOT leave your sight. Lock her up in the guest room, it's practically an apartment and she'll be comfortable there. Don't let her wander the house or the grounds and don't let her out of her room unless she asks to see me. Then bring her to me, no matter what the time. Have Chef make her some Lasagna and Chocolate Mousse, then go to the Doctor and have him give you a little bit of estrogen. Put the estrogen in her food, she hasn't eaten in a while and hopefully with the food and the little bit of drug we can crack that hard outer shell of hers and get to the softer womanly inside. Oh, remind everyone that it's Shark season and the Island is surrounded by man eaters so the water is off limits but the pool is always open. Good luck Frank, shes gonna be a handfull."

Before walking out of the plane and down the stairs to the second waiting Jeep Steven took advantage of the height and took a quick look around his Island. It wasn't a very large Island, just big enough for the run way and his house on the other side. All along the outer edge was a beautiful silky white sand beach and deceivingly inviting Ocean water which at this time of year was currently full of migrating man eating sharks. What wasn't beach, run way or occupied by his house was a Palm Tree forest, natural and beautiful in it's own way. But the true attention getter on this island wasn't the run way or the beach or Palm trees. The true attention getter was the Spannish style Hacienda that was larger than most hotels. To say Steven's home was large and incredible was an understatement, and after taking one last look around he walked out of the Airplane and down the stairs to the run way got into the waiting jeep and sped off down his road towards his home. Like everything else on this Island the road belonged to him, in fact the entire Island was his own Country and he had purchased it because of the climate. The sun was nearly always out and the temperatures were always a not too hot not too cold very comfortable rate.

While sitting in the Jeep riding towards the house Steven couldn't help but wonder what Marissa was thinking and if she would be grateful for the food or not.
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