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Chapter 2: Prize Winnings
Patience had had enough of this nonsense. "Own me?" she thought disgustedly. "We'll see about that!" Again, she reached for the door but, again, her exit was thwarted by the large man.
"Get out of my way, you ape!" shouted Patience.
Just then, the other large man came back into the room. "He has had a change of heart. He wants to renegotiate." The man chuckled. "He must be a new player. When I told him that the negotiations were over, he threatened to go to the police."
The woman smiled. "And what did you tell him?"
"That pretty much ended the conversation," the man responded. "He passed out after that. Must be blood pressure problems or something."
The woman laughed. "Foolish boy. Find him a good home in a diamond mine or something else appropriate."
"Yes Ma'am," he replied and left the room again.
"Your boyfriend has been very stupid," the woman said as she turned back to Patience. "Now he'll spend the rest of his life in slavery like you. But his will not be as pleasant."
Then the woman turned to the man blocking Patience's way. "Package her and deliver her to the plane."
"Yes Ma'am," was the last thing Patience heard. She felt a pin-prick on her neck and then her world went black.
Patience kept hearing a buzzing sound as she slowly awakened. Her vision was blurred as she opened her eyes and she shook her head to clear it. She reached for her face to rub the sleep out of her eyes but found that she could not move her arm. In fact, she could not move either arm or either leg.
"Welcome back," a female voice said. Patience kept blinking her eyes until she saw the smiling face of the woman from the casino. "I hope you had a pleasant nap."
"Where am I?" croaked Patience. Her throat was dry and her voice sounded brittle.
"Let me get you some water," offered the woman generously. And then I'll answer all of your questions." The woman tilted Patience's head up and held a glass of water to her lips. Patience was horrified to see that her body was naked as she stared wide-eyed across her own nudity. She was very thankful for the cool liquid, however, and gulped the water down quickly.
"Now isn't that better?" asked the woman as she laid Patience's head back down. "Of course it is. Now let me tell you a little bit about your situation and then you can ask any questions you want if I leave anything out."
"My name is Katherine Cartwright. But everyone calls me KC. Currently, you are my guest on my private jet and we are heading toward my island home in the Caribbean. I suspect that we are somewhere over Texas at the moment."
"Your status in life has changed recently," she continued. "I don't know if you remember or not, but I won you in a poker game. Your foolish boyfriend had a losing streak and did not know when to fold. But that was my good fortune. Now I own you."
"You can't own me!" spat Patience indignantly.
"Oh, but I can and do," replied KC resting her hand on Patience's left breast and squeezing it. Patience may have been paralyzed, but she still had all sensations and the uninvited intimacy infuriated her. She tried to swat the hand away but still could not lift her arm.
"Why can't I move?"
"Oh don't worry about that. You were given a drug that has temporarily paralyzed you from the neck down. It will wear off by tomorrow. I have found it so much easier to transport new assets this way. Less struggling and less of a chance for you to hurt yourself."
"You can't do this!" shouted Patience. "This is illegal! It's kidnapping!"
"Well, I would agree with you that it's illegal," replied KC. "Slavery is not tolerated in most places. But it certainly wasn't kidnapping. I won you fair and square. But your boyfriend was a fool. If he had wanted to get rid of you, he could have sold you." KC's fingers moved lightly around each nipple teasing them to stiffness. "Your picture was interesting enough for me to front him the money he needed. When you walked in the door of the high roller room, I knew my bet was covered well. Now that I have an unobstructed view, your boyfriend looks more and more stupid by the minute."
"I would guess that he could have made a cool million by offering you at auction. Instead, he squandered this delicious body to cover a measly fifty thou gambling debt. Pathetic!"
"What happened to Luke?" asked Patience as she lay exposed and vulnerable on the table.
"Don't worry about him. He didn't deserve you," observed KC as her fingers danced lightly across Patience's belly. The woman from the casino smiled as she watched the prone girl's eyelids flutter in response. "By the way, this drug came out of one of my companies. It's not on the market, though. I much prefer to keep it for my own private use. It is derived from bee venom. It paralyzes a person's motor muscles from the neck down, but from the neck up, everything functions normally. And everything inside works fine too. And even though nothing works from the neck down, the person still feels everything. Can you feel this?" With that question, KC ran her fingers over Patience's labia. She wasn't surprised that the beautiful petals were dry. And she wasn't disappointed. She knew that she could change that over time.
"Stop that!" shouted a mortified Patience.
"You have a lot to learn, little one," advised KC. "You have to remember that this body belongs to me now."
Patience whimpered as the finger kept rubbing over her most private parts. Again she tried to move to protect herself but her body did not cooperate.
"What happened to Luke?" she finally asked to try to take the woman's mind off of playing with her body.
"Oh, the boyfriend." KC sighed melodramatically. "He will have a difficult life. He is on a plane like you. But he will not be going to a Caribbean island. He will probably end up in South America chipping gemstones out of rocks in some godforsaken mine. Or he might end up in Africa trying to find diamonds in an equally godforsaken mine. It seems he made two big mistakes tonight. No wait! Three mistakes."
"He threw you into the pot. That was his second mistake. His first mistake was to wager against me. His third and final mistake was to try to renege on the bet. That could have proven fatal." KC ran her finger over the delicate folds again and smiled as eh felt them starting to part and felt the moisture between them.
"I could have sold him to less savory characters. Some of them harvest boys like him for body parts. But I had mercy. Instead, I sold him to a good master who will mostly use him for labor. Maybe occasionally for some sexual entertainment. I suspect that your Luke will enjoy the thrills of anal sex and the skills of blowjobs. But mostly, he will chip away at rocks underground for the rest of his days."
"Oh god!" cried Patience.
"Don't worry about him," KC said as her finger slipped a little deeper between the wet folds of the girl's sex. "As I said, he was not nearly worthy of you. You would have dumped him eventually. This way, he has someone to look after him and his puny brain. They will see that he is fed and cared for so that he can mine their precious jewels."
Patience wanted to strike this revolting woman but was incapable of doing anything other than stare up at her helplessly. The finger kept stroking and probing and she felt her body responding involuntarily.
The finger turned into two and they stretched her labia apart as they glided up and down the slick petals. The other hand kept itself busy and Patience felt as if she were being inspected. The fingers of that hand stroked a cheek and then tugged on her hair, stretching it over her head and gathering it together atop her head.
The free hand then grasped one breast at a time at the base and then moved upward, letting the firm flesh slide between the fingers and thumb until it reached the nipples.
All the while, the fingers at her sex kept moving and Patience was powerless to stop them. The fingers slid upward and tugged back the little hood to allow a third finger to start toying with her sensitive clitoris.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she thought as she closed her eyes tightly. "This can't be happening to me!"
"Magnificent," she heard the woman say as the one hand finished its inspection of her right breast. And then she heard the woman mutter, "change of plans" under her breath.
Patience wondered what the first plan had been. And then she started to try to imagine what her change of plans might mean, but her orgasm wracked her body before she could spend any time thinking about it. She slept the rest of the way to the island.
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