0 comments/ 65542 views/ 4 favorites Abduction Aftermath Arnold's Idea Ch. 1 By: Barbara AUTHOR'S NOTE: The readers of 'Abduction Ch.3.' will remember that just before the epilogue section of that chapter, Katrina, Monica and Olivia were about to explore Arnold and Monica's idea to bring the abductors to justice and set up their own independent film company to take full advantage of Katrina's 'training'. The story then skipped to the new studio that they set up, after the abductors were all brought to justice. AMKO films, Arnold, Monica, Katrina and Olivia were the partners in the new company, regular readers might recall. If not, please re-read this ironic piece of fiction. This story starts as the girls meet Arnold at the studio, early on Sunday morning, after Katrina had saved Olivia from enduring same fate that befell her, by duping Dárcy and Michelle into believing that they were taking Olivia to the beach for the day, on Saturday night. They had promised to return her to their house on Sunday afternoon and join them for dinner. Katrina was sure now that Dárcy was one of the abductors but hoped that she hadn't made them suspicious about what she now knew. Katrina takes up the story: * * * * * We all went into the studio to meet Arnold and discuss his idea to trap Dárcy into identifying his friends in the country. Monica was right. I just had no idea who it was that had abducted me and held me hostage for over two weeks. After our discussions last night, myself and Olivia were convinced that Dárcy was involved in some way and she was more than willing to help in any way she could. It was hard for her to believe that Michelle would have let any harm come to her but the evidence, so far, was quite overwhelming. From what Olivia had told me, I was sure that it had been Michelle who had prepared me to have forced anal sex with that conceited animal of a husband of hers. I remembered her tiny hands and the feel of her large warm breasts on my body as she inserted her hands into both my vagina and my tight anal opening to prepare me for the first assault by the man that I now knew to be her husband. There just couldn't be two men with a penis of that size and shape. Dárcy had been the only captor to remove my blindfold so that I could see the organ that was about to invade the depths of my bowels. He was so proud of his penis that he had been unable to resist showing it to me. From what Olivia had told me about his recent tattoo, it was obvious that he thought I wouldn't recognise him. I had never seen his face after all. Last night she had told Monica and I everything about how she had been trained by Michelle and it had become obvious that she was the same woman that had prepared me to meet Dárcy. I had to admit that without her gentle fisting there would have been no way for me to take all of him inside me the way that he did. Not that my captors gave me much option. I had been willing to do anything to avoid another encounter with Vladimir. "Hi, ladies!" Arnold was in a buoyant mood. "You're early this morning." He pointed to the table for us to sit down. "Let's see what we can think of to benefit all of us. I take it you're sure about those two from yesterday?" He glanced at me with an easy smile as he held a chair out for me. He had greeted us warmly as he had emerged from the darkroom. Monica had already put the kettle on and I had been showing Olivia around the studio, pointing to some of our earlier photos from the beach. The back of the shop was warm and inviting and I completely relaxed my earlier fears that Arnold might have been involved in some way with Dárcy. "Absolutely positive!" I nodded as I sat down. "It looks like Olivia was about to be used the same way too. I take it you don't know them all that well then?" "Oh! Yes and no. I know Dárcy and Michelle from other shoots from time to time but we're not closely acquainted. Just business, you know, nothing too involved you understand!" He was brusque but friendly. "Not great buddies or anything, like with you guys." He smiled as if he was about to mention something else. Monica interrupted. "I've already discussed your idea with both of them and it looks like it might be on as far as we're concerned. I just want to make sure that they can never do anything like they did to poor Katrina again. Holding her hostage like that." She put down the cups she had on the table and joined us. "I've been thinking quite a bit about what we talked about last night. If we can get them to come clean and give up the exact location and the identities of the others we might be able to keep them out of trouble." She gave me a wicked smile. "Katrina might be willing to make good use of their training as long as there's something in it for all of us." She looked at me and I nodded my approval for her to negotiate on behalf of both of us. Olivia nodded eagerly too. "Yeah! I'm quite excited about it, Arnold. Especially if you two guys are going to do the filming." She looked at us and grinned. "It sounds as if Michelle was going to make me do it anyway." She giggled as she remembered Michelle showing her off to Arnold when they first met. "All my fur's gone now. Look!" Lifting her dress proudly to show him. She wanted Arnold to see the results of Monica's handiwork. Arnold's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Olivia's newly shaved pubic area. She sat there, opening her legs fully and lowering her eyes as he took in every detail of her womanly love entrance. Olivia was brazenly engorged and her clit was erect. I'm sure that she liked Arnold a lot and was anxious to show him how bold she could be. She looked delicious and Monica and I both knew that she tasted every bit as good as she looked. Arnold licked his dried lips nervously and looked guiltily back at Monica. "Nothing too kinky, though!" Monica blushed. "Remember they'll do anything within reason to make some real money." Monica took charge. "We want a full partnership in this idea of yours though." She made her point. "All of us." She asserted, meaningfully. For the next two hours we talked about all the possibilities and came to a decision to go to Michelle's house and collect the rest of Olivia's gear, together. We decided to let Arnold do the talking for all of us. I remembered my phone conversation with Jim, late last night. "If you think Dárcy might cause us any problems I can get some help from all Jim's friends?" I was worried for Arnold's sake. "Oh, I think the three of us can handle him alright. He'll be worried about getting himself into even more trouble. Leave him to me, Katrina my love." He hesitated. "I mean partner." smiling a little uncertainly as he said the word. "As long as you're sure,--Partner." It was sounding better all the time. I smiled and looked at Monica. "What are we going to call our new film company?" I thought quickly. "How about AMKO Films? That we would all have our names on it. Just the first letter of all of our first names." I explained looking for some reaction from the others as I shook hands with Arnold. "We should do really well with all of us together." Monica spoke again cautiously. "All of us will have to save up for some equipment and probably borrow some money to start with. We'll all have to sign some sort of guarantee form." Arnold had resigned to the fact that he needed the rest of us for one reason or another. Everybody in the room seemed to like the name and agreed to use it. "OK then. Lets do it!" Arnold took charge and got to his feet. "We're all partners together then." He held his hand out to Olivia first. She was closest to him. "What! Even me?" A look of pure adulation crossed Olivia's excited features as she looked at us as we all nodded in agreement. "Wow! I'll do everything you tell me to do, Monica. It can't be any worse than what bloody Dárcy used to do to me." She blushed. "Dirty old bastard that he was." I noted that she now spoke of him in the past tense. She was fully on our side. "I told you that we were going to look after you honey bunch." Monica was beaming with happiness. She hugged her new playmate and looked at Arnold triumphantly. "You just tell Katrina or me if anyone does anything to you that you don't like." She kissed her tenderly before shaking Arnold's hand. Monica's fiery eyes sent a clear and unmistakable silent message to Arnold or any other man. {Keep your hands off them, buddy boy. They're both mine!} Arnold handed Olivia a package of photo prints that he had taken of her at Michelle's house. "You two might like to see these on the way. Olivia's a real natural." Turning back to Monica. "Your car or mine? Mine's in the car park round the corner." "We'll go in mine. It's just out front!" Monica looked at the two of us. "You guys get in the back, eh? We'll all have more room that way." She winked at us with a cheeky grin. Olivia and I both knew that she wanted Arnold in the front with her so that she could keep an eye on him. She figured that it was safer that way. She still had a jealous streak about letting a man, even Arnold, anywhere near her two lovers. She had never had it so good. We locked up the shop and got into the gleaming Mustang. Olivia and I snuggled comfortably into the back seat. Then I looked at Olivia's prints with interest as we drove off. The first three were perfect but I could sense the shame that Olivia felt as she reluctantly spread her legs for Arnold and held her quivering hair covered labia apart in the fourth photo. She looked humiliated. "Michelle made me do that!" She confided in a whisper. " I had only just met him but Arnold took a whole roll that day." We found the only one that featured Michelle next. She giggled. "Look! Here she is showing me what to do." She pointed at her former lover. Michelle was standing with one foot on the armrest of a couch. She was obviously demonstrating how she wanted Olivia to show every tiny detail of the inner entrance to her vagina. The camera had captured her unabashed excitement as she shamelessly held back her outer labia to reveal her erect, shiny pink clitoris. She was smiling pointedly at someone to the right of the camera lens as if showing them how to pose. She was intent on breaking down any semblance of inhibition on Olivia's part to show the lot. I could understand how Olivia had been coerced into providing Arnold with such enticing spread shots after that. The remainder of the following shots were taken outdoors. Olivia looked more relaxed and I could sense her growing excitement at revealing her previously hidden secrets so shamelessly to a complete stranger. I realised the extent to which Michelle had been successful in turning a shy young teenager into the raging sexpot that Olivia had proved to be with Monica and I last night. It also explained, in part, why she had been so anxious to show Arnold how bold she had been in allowing Monica to remove all the pubic hair from her genitals. She probably had a bit of a crush on Arnold and seemed delighted at his lingering interest in her back at the studio. I hoped that Monica would be mature enough to allow nature to take it's course, if ever Olivia's interest in Arnold was reciprocated at some future point. After all he was married and I was sure that Olivia preferred to be with other girls anyway. I resolved to do my best to ensure that the new partnership would not be threatened by any lapse of fidelity on Olivia and Arnold's part. Making a mental note to discuss this with Monica the next time we were alone, I scanned the rest of the prints. Olivia was fresh faced and eager as she cuddled in beside me to see the rest of her test shots. "I can hardly wait to see the look on Dárcy's face when he realises that he won't be able to order me around any more." Olivia whispered in my ear as I packed the photos back into the envelope some time later. Monica was following Arnold's exact directions so I concentrated on Olivia. "What, exactly did he used to do to you, darling? It must have really been difficult for you?" I was curious now. Olivia had started to tell us last night but she was too upset to talk about it. Her face went red as she looked up at me and in a quiet subdued voice told me how he constantly humiliated her by making her ask for a check up. She loyally defended Michelle but made me aware that he took delight in making her stand in front of him, at least five times a day in the end, and insert his finger as far up her vagina as possible and make her squirm in helpless discomfort as he casually probed her until she was thoroughly wet before sniffing his finger and licking it. Michelle smiled at me and added. "I used to think that it was just something that I had to get used to but I never did. He used to do it right in front of Michelle too. He got rougher if I resisted him in any way. It was really humiliating. I never knew when he was going to do it to me." "I know darling. Now it's our turn to make him squirm a little bit. Eh! Baby?" I was looking forward to placing him in a different sort of uncomfortable position and making him beg me for forgiveness. I was pumped up by the evil thought of letting him know that his own conceit had brought about the downfall of all his sadistic friends at my prison. I was keen to know exactly whom it was that sent a charge of nerve jangling electricity coursing through Vladimir while I was doing my best to please them by humiliating myself for their benefit. I was going to make sure that whoever it was paid the price for their sadistic fun at my expense. I remembered cleaning up the resulting mess with my bare hands, after my bladder and bowels had vacated themselves involuntarily as I lay there wide open before their eyes, helpless to prevent myself from this degrading ultimate humiliation. Now, I held the power. It felt exhilarating to know that soon my nightmares could be finally laid to rest forever. I had looked at the fine houses in the upmarket neighbourhood when Monica pulled into the driveway behind Dárcy's car and realised that if he didn't co-operate with Arnold, he might yet find himself enjoying a very different type of lifestyle for the next few years. I was sure that we had enough evidence between us to ensure that he was put away for a long spell in prison. The traffic was light at the moment but as I looked at the freshly mown lawn next door I shuddered for young Olivia. I could imagine the way she felt as she ran, totally naked back to the safety of the front door. It was only thirty metres or so but it must have seemed like a mile to her, knowing that the handsome young contractor was getting his rocks off on watching her nude body every step of the way. I couldn't argue the fact that without Michelle's 'training' methods it might have been impossible for Olivia to have taken part in our movie yesterday. She had done me an enormous service when I looked at it that way. Without Olivia to corroborate details of Dárcy's kinky behaviour and attest to his recent tattoo I might find it much more difficult to prove his involvement in my own recent experience. Michelle herself answered the door. She was surprised to see all of us standing on her porch with grim determined faces. She knew that something was terribly wrong when she smiled and reached out to touch her lover. Olivia shrank back in my arms, recoiling at her attempt to bring her inside the house away from the rest of us. "You know, don't you?" She looked straight at me with a tired acceptance that her life was about to change. Wordlessly I nodded the affirmative. She looked haggard as she turned to Arnold. "You'd all better come inside." She looked older and worried. "Are the police coming too?" She scanned all our faces and looked down the street as she let us in. "It depends on how ready you two guys are to co-operate with Katrina to be honest." Arnold said simply. "I thought it was best to talk to you and Dárcy like adults first. Make no mistake, we have the goods on both of you if you try to wriggle out of it. You're very lucky I talked Katrina out of bringing them with us. We've known each other for ages and I though we should give you a chance to put things right with her." He was speaking softly but the thinly implied threat of further problems was all too clear to Michelle. She collapsed into tears, sobbing as she begged all of us for our understanding and my forgiveness in particular. Her strikingly attractive face was distorted by tears as her naked body shook with grief. The wobbling of her naked breasts revealed their true age. She was a pathetic sight, once her previous poise disappeared, she looked quite ridiculous standing with her shoulders drooped low and her confidence gone completely. Olivia had never seen her like this and the look on her face showed the disgust that she now felt for her former lover. Stripped of her dignity this way, I almost felt sorry for her as her world collapsed in front of her. She looked at our stony faces and did her best to gather herself together again. She was sombre and willing to help in any way that she could to try and save herself from prison. "I suppose you want to speak to Dárcy?" She asked, turning resignedly toward their bedroom door. "He won't give you trouble." She added. Arnold nodded with grim determination. "He'd better not! How could you guys get involved with this sort of crap? I couldn't believe it at first." Arnold looked at her. Michelle licked her lips nervously and hung her head again in shame. She mumbled something I couldn't hear to Arnold before addressing me. "I felt sorry for you, Katrina. Honestly I did!" She looked at me as if to explain herself to me. "Greg and the others told us that you were just a little slut that couldn't get enough of it." Tears came into her eyes again as she pleaded her case. "I did my best to make sure that you didn't come to any real harm." Obviously she was referring to her efforts to make sure I was loose enough to take Dárcy in his favourite position. "I was watching you know. You did seem to be enjoying yourself with him." She paused at the memory of me riding him for all I was worth. She risked a knowing smile. "The camera doesn't lie, you know. I could see that you enjoyed that part anyway. Didn't you?" She looked at me eagerly. I was numb with shock. This woman obviously was fooled into thinking that I actually liked what her husband was doing to me. I thought about some of her words. "You were actually filming all this? Everything?" I prompted. I was more excited now that Michelle had admitted that it was her that had fisted me so skilfully before Dárcy had revealed his magnificently proportioned penis to my startled eyes that first time. "I hope you weren't the bitch that used Vladimir on me too!" I looked at her with steely cold eyes as I mentioned the way I had been coerced into accepting the situation earlier in the week that I was there. "I'd cheerfully kill you myself if you were!" I added menacingly. "Of course not, Katrina. Couldn't you tell that I loved you by the way I touched you? I couldn't do that to any young girl." She glance at Olivia for support. "Olivia can tell you. I love her too, you know. I always go gently as I can, so the you get used to Dárcy nice and gradually." She smiled at me again. "Greg wanted me to let you have it 'cold turkey' as it were. I talked him out of it, you know? ---- He was the sadistic one." She thought, as she considered her words. "Probably because he hurts people for a living, you see! He told me that you hardly moved when he pierced your cute little clit. I think he just wanted to see you jump and wriggle a bit. He had the thing turned up to the maximum setting that day." "But---" I began. "I know what he told you, but I was trying to get him to turn it down when he turned his little toy on. I really felt for you." She looked pleadingly at me. "It wasn't my idea, darling. I only tried to help you." She fell silent and waited for my reply. Abduction Aftermath Arnold's Idea Ch. 1 I was numbed by the revelation that the bastard that had caused me to behave so wantonly and do the rest of those disgusting things after that, was none other than my good friend Greg who had denied that he had any knowledge of the older couple that drugged me and spirited me away from my previous life. I thought about the way he had caused me to orgasm in front of his other clients when he fitted my second clit ring. The way he had opened me up in front of those strangers at the show that I had agreed to put on as part payment for his work. All the time he must have been organising the whole bloody thing. Telling his friends that I was just some little slut that couldn't get enough of it as Michelle had so crudely put it. I silently vowed to have the sneaky bastard put away for as long as I possibly could. I felt even more violated than ever. I stopped myself from slapping her face as hard as I could as I fought for control. It was obvious that Michelle thought that it was all good clean fun. What a degenerate bitch! I remembered the hysterical laughing behind the mirror as I recovered after the electric shock. She must have enjoyed my humiliation as much as the other witnesses. "I think you ought to get Dárcy now." I said weakly. I managed to control the rage inside me as I looked at Monica and Olivia standing there, in shocked disbelief that any self respecting woman could allow things like that to happen to a naive young girl. She squeezed my arm and we watched Michelle's wobbly naked form go into the bedroom and close the door. There was no doubt that Michelle was yelling at Dárcy as she called him an idiot for taking the chance to make a few more dollars by agreeing to take a role in Arnold's movie, yesterday. I could hear every word as she berated him loudly. That had probably been what they were discussing in private when Olivia had been sent to her room. It all started to make sense now. She had been surprised when she had looked at my photo in Arnold's car. That must have been the reason for her being distracted from showing Olivia off to her young friend that day. The voices raised yet another notch as Dárcy called her a stupid cow for admitting her part in my unfortunate experience. "Do you mean that we've got to give evidence and put all our income at risk?" I could clearly hear all the words now. "You CRAZY old cow!" I could hear her wailing as she replied. "You're the dumb CUNT!" I heard her shriek at the top of her voice. "You thought that she couldn't possibly recognise you, you prize idiot. You'd better get out of that bed and tell her how sorry you are before she changes her mind." The voices lowered again and I couldn't hear them but I could sense that she was reasoning with him and telling him how much trouble they would both be in unless they both went along with our demands. Arnold motioned us to sit at their table and wait for them to calm down and come into the room. He shook his head. "I think we've got them where we want them now." He looked at me. "Do you actually know this Greg character then, Katrina?" "I'm afraid so." I looked at Arnold apologetically. "He did all my piercing work and I thought that I could trust the guy. I'm just grateful that Michelle caved in so quickly and told me who it was." I winked at him. "Thanks partner! I couldn't have nailed that bastard without your help." I smiled gratefully. Arnold's mind was already racing with possibilities. "There might be some good cheap gear going by the sound of it. They must have been pretty well set up to make porno movies from what you've told us, baby. Perhaps we should look at buying it for our new partnership? They might even be prepared to give it all to us if you let them off the hook? We could be filming tomorrow with all our own gear, maybe? "We'll get it if you want, but that bloody Greg is definitely going to be charged if I have anything to say about it. I want him to suffer the same way that he made me suffer." I lowered my voice again "You'll see! They have got to be made to pay, Arnold. Monica hasn't told you about Vladimir has she?" I looked at Monica. "No!-- Not that part." Monica said quickly. "I don't mind now. You can explain it to him later. It's all finally over now. He'll hear about it all at Greg's trial anyway." I quickly stopped speaking as a banging noise interrupted me. I looked up as Michelle came back into the room with Dárcy in tow. The bedroom door had slammed shut behind them. To Be Continued... Abduction Aftermath Arnold's Idea Ch. 2 Confronted by Dárcy without his clothing on, it was all I could do not to get a knife from the kitchen and perform reduction surgery on his huge penis right there and then. Dárcy saw me glance at the carving knife on the kitchen wall and then focus between his legs. All my pent up emotions were directed at his large cowering form and I'm sure he realised just how angry I was. He and Michelle sat down quickly on the couch together and I noticed that Dárcy hid his penis between his legs. He acted a lot differently to the proud fool that had shown off his member to anyone that had cared to look at it the previous day. "What can I do to help you guys?" He looked awkward and scared. "From what Katrina has told me, I think you are both extremely fortunate that I talked her out of bringing in the cops right away." Arnold took charge and Dárcy looked at him with relief and gratitude. "You want us to take you to Greg's place then?" Dárcy clung to his only bargaining tool. He seemed to realise that there they still had some useful information that he and Michelle could use to avoid being charged themselves. "What's in it for us if we help you?" He looked more composed as he looked at Arnold for the answer that he was desperate to hear. "Katrina has agreed to keep you guys out of it if you give evidence against all the other bloody animals at that so called film studio of theirs." Arnold's face was clouded with distain. He was angry and disgusted. "Otherwise, my old friend, you might find both of yourselves carrying the can for all their nasty little misdeeds." "Go on Dárcy!" Michelle nudged his ribs with her elbow. "Tell them what they want to know. We'll lose everything otherwise, like I told you. Greg doesn't mean that much to us." She nudged him harder. She was obviously a lot brighter than her husband and realised that it was their only hope. "And make sure to tell Katrina how sorry you are." She hissed at Dárcy and nodded her head. "I would!" The couple spilled the beans completely, apologising for their part in my experience and pleading for my mercy. They were a fountain of information and while they tried to minimise their own involvement, they promised to give evidence against their former friends. Some of the revelations were new to me but it was clear that they had no part in the actual kidnapping. They told me that they were merely casual employees and were only paid, albeit well, for their part in the proposed pornographic movie that Greg was producing. It seemed that Olivia was destined to take my place for the final part but Michelle assured her that she would have been well paid. "You do believe me, sweetheart? She asked a shocked Olivia with a tearstained face. "We would have made a lot of money with the three of us doing what we do best." She paused. She tried to smile but when she looked to Olivia for an enthusiastic answer, Olivia merely turned back to me and said. "Yeah! RIGHT!" She thought for a moment. "I won't be staying here anymore. I'll just go and get my gear, Michelle." She walked slowly into her room, barely looking at her two former friends sitting on the couch, the hurt look on her face reducing Michelle to tears all over again. I think that it was at that moment that Michelle realised how much respect and control that she had lost with Olivia and how shallow the two of them actually sounded with their protestations of innocence. She sobbed uncontrollably and buried her head into Dárcy's chest for comfort. Both of them totally capitulated to our demands. They told Arnold what he needed to know about the camera gear and promised to persuade Greg to give us a chance to buy it at a good price. They realised that the gear would otherwise be confiscated and sold off at auction once the main perpetrators were convicted and sentenced. Michelle seemed to brighten considerably when Arnold offered them a bit of work on some of our new projects. Dárcy readily agreed to take direction from Olivia and myself and accept a much lower rate of pay than they had been used to receiving from Greg and his cronies. They got dressed and led us to the deserted farm house, four hours drive from where we were and just thirty minutes further away from my former workplace and accommodation in the city that I had left behind in such a rush. Before we went to the farmhouse we gave information to three astounded policemen who accompanied us to the farm. It was still only early afternoon when they arrested Greg who was there on his own, working away on his movie. The look on his face when he answered the door was one that I will treasure forever. He looked like a rat in a trap as he tried in vain to weasel his way out of trouble. He fell on his knees and babbling in fear, he tried to explain to me that it was all some sort of a harmless joke and offered me Five Thousand Dollars in back pay. I had the satisfaction of telling him that I wasn't really that naive and wished him well for his future. "Maybe some big tattooed biker will make you his wife for the next twenty years." I said with a wry smile. "I just hope for your sake that he doesn't have a toy like Vladimir to make you say yes to him." I glanced at Darcy meaningfully. I walked away as he was cuffed, smiling at the thought of him with Vladimir up his arse, screaming in fear for the rest of his miserable life. I had heard some harrowing tales about the rigours of prison life for sex offenders like him. It seemed appropriate enough. Arnold seized the moment to negotiate a low but fair price for all the gear in the house, telling him that it was his best chance to pay for his own attorney. True to his word, Dárcy helped to convince him to agree. Arnold deducted the five grand and quite a considerable bit more for unpaid interest from the final price and wrote out a cheque for the balance. Arnold handled the discussions with the police chief, when he arrived and we were soon the proud owners of all the chattels and equipment at Greg's former studio, except Vladimir. The young policeman was horrified as I explained it's use. He immediately seized the small offending article for evidence. The enormity of his actions were made crystal clear to Greg and he was charged and read his rights as he looked completely devastated by his future prospects. I was feeling elated as the police did their work and rounded up all Greg's friends. I identified all of the so called clients that had attended my private show. It appeared that they were all involved in it together, every last one of them. I cursed myself for being so naive as to answer all their personal questions so truthfully. They had obviously been directed at finding out whether I would be missed by anybody or whether I was in touch with my parents. In retrospect, I realised that it had been partly my fault that they had chosen me to be their sex slave. It was a valuable lesson for young Olivia. I had learned mine the hard way but I now owned a piece of our new company and most of my share was already paid for. In recognition of this, I downplayed Michelle and Dárcy's involvement and forgave them for their part in my terrible forced holiday. They promised to be more considerate in the future and told me that they would never step out of line again. They got off with a caution in return for the evidence that they would give. They left for home immediately. I rang Jim from the expensive motel that we all stayed at on Sunday evening and told him that all was well, gratefully thanking him for his support. I had kept that card up my sleeve in case I had been wrong about Monica and Arnold as well. If I hadn't rung him he would have rung the police and launched a search for me. I decided not to tell him about the new partnership just yet, although I was more excited by the future than I had ever been before. Arnold made arrangements to have all the chattels and equipment we had bought transported back to our beautiful home city. Then he rang around to see if there was a suitable premises that could be leased, on cheap favourable terms, somewhere in a quiet area of town. We left him to organise all the details and celebrated by going down to the bar for a few drinks. It gave me the perfect opportunity to discuss my fears of disruption to our partnership with Monica. It was obvious by now that Olivia was keen to seduce Arnold and I had to admit that I needed a man in my life from time to time myself. I knew that Monica had enjoyed a brief relationship with Arnold herself not too long before I walked into her life. It was time for a bit of 'girl talk.' Over a few drinks she decided not to be so proprietary with us as I explained that we both loved her dearly and suggested we all share a flat nearer to the beach that we both loved, once the money situation became more fluid. I told her that she had no reason to exclude Arnold from having a bit of harmless fun with either one of us or perhaps all of us together. Monica told both of us that he was an incredible lover and mentioned that he frequently cheated on his long suffering wife, Margaret. Monica described her as an older, generous breasted woman and confided that Arnold always went back to her after his fun because he loved to bury his head among her welcoming massive mammaries. Olivia perked up her ears and listened as Monica smiled and carefully described some juicy details about Arnold's love life. She bemoaned the fact that she couldn't compete with his wife in that way. She glanced down at her own breasts wistfully. "He was so good in bed though." Monica was slurring slightly as she spoke. "He went back to her for her big tits more than because he loved her. I was hoping to keep him for myself, you know." She smiled at us regretfully as she took another sip of her drink. "God! he was good." She looked up at us. " I wouldn't mind having him again on a short temporary basis with you guys." She admitted. I urged Monica to drink a couple more whiskeys than she normally did, delighted that she was willing to join us in seducing our only male business partner in the luxury of our motel room. I was amazed by her frankness and candour. The more I thought about it, I was keen too. I had often wondered what Arnold's body looked like without all his neatly pressed clothing on. He had seen all of us without our clothes on but only Monica had seen him naked. From what she told me, he had been a brilliant lover and to his distinct advantage, as she had coyly admitted, he gave good head as well. We had to practise our art of seduction on somebody, for our new careers and I persuaded her that it might as well be Arnold. We decided to reward Arnold for all his efforts by having a four way session with him that very night if he could be persuaded to agree. With that in mind we went back to our unit. Arnold was just finishing another phone call and had been almost ready to join us in the bar. Arnold still had no idea about what we ladies had been discussing in private so when the talk turned to the sleeping arrangements for the night he was surprised and delighted to realise that we all intended to cement our new relationship in a much more loving way than he had previously imagined. His first indication had been when Olivia took her clothing off and kissed him as she loosened his tie. I was closing the curtains and Monica had that same wicked smile on her face that I loved so much. Arnold looked around wildly before realising that Monica had given her blessing to what was about to happen. He relaxed and allowed Olivia to continue undressing him with a wide accepting smile. "Christ! What have you guys been drinking? He uttered as Olivia undid his belt and dropped his trousers around his ankles. "Whatever it was we'd better get more of it for our new studio." He added. He looked at Monica with widening eyes as Olivia freed his growing erection from his boxer shorts and caressed it. He was soon fully tumescent and eager to engage in his favourite sport. "Wow! This is too much." He exclaimed joyfully. By now our intentions had become unmistakeable. My dress was off and Monica was dropping her skirt to reveal her smoothly shaved, unclad pubic area before his startled eyes as well. The liquor had melted her shyness to show him her body by now and she was enjoying the look on his face as he realised that she had removed all her body hair quite recently. "All of you?" He asked gleefully. We all nodded with smiling faces as he considered his good fortune. There was no doubt that he wanted all of us. We led him into the bedroom where we girls had been intending to sleep on our own and shut the door. The air was electric with the anticipation of sexual pleasures ahead. The musky scent of raging hormones, fresh liquor and naked bodies about to have sex permeated the air. Arnold was weakly protesting about his ability to rise to the occasion but he seemed more than willing to try his best to satisfy all three of us. "Be gentle with me, won't you?" He asked jokingly, surveying our eager bodies. "Remember, I might need some help." "Just relax, it's time we got to know each other much better." I reassured him with a smile. "Let's make it a really enjoyable partnership for all four of us, darling. We only want to share with you! There's no hidden agendas tonight." Monica nodded cheerfully when he looked at her questioningly. Arnold was overjoyed. Although he was probably in his late thirties it was clear that he maintained his body well. He didn't carry an extra ounce of fat and his penis was reasonably well proportioned and healthily eager to please. Monica had told me that they both used to go to the gym together to workout after work, once a week. This had been where their relationship had bloomed and taken on a much more romantic tone than either of them had intended. Looking at his lean, sinewy body, I could tell that he was fit and probably had stamina to spare. He had him to ourselves for the rest of the night so I hoped we would all get a turn to show him how much, all of us appreciated his friendship. His receding hairline of well managed, sandy coloured hair had been messed up a bit by Olivia when she had undressed him so enthusiastically but he was handsome for his age and had a winning personality. I could see why Monica had wanted to get involved with him on a more permanent basis. For no particular reason, although I'm sure that Sigmund Freud could have easily explained it, Monica took her turn first and rode him in the female superior position while Olivia tantalised Arnold with her erect nipples beside his face. I watched in awe as my lover writhed pleasurably as he ejaculated with a groan of pleasure and filled her with his love juices as she kissed him passionately. Within the next hour, after we had all talked about the proposed arrangements for the following day, I invited Arnold to take me in the position that Dárcy and I had practised so often while I had been held captive. His throbbing penis slid past my sphincter muscles with far greater ease than had been possible with Dárcy. I buried his much smaller member deep inside my bowels. Olivia watched in fascination as I gave a perfect ten point performance, for the first time since I had won my freedom in that same erotic way. I felt Arnold building up for a satisfying climax so I wriggled my hips to make sure that he shot his seed as far inside me as possible. He filled me with warm fluid and hugged me tenderly, closer to him. Without the familiar 'Incoming Missiles' catchcry that annoyed me so much with Dárcy, I orgasmed far more freely and enjoyably. I realised that I had wanted to enjoy anal sex with Jim at his friend's house but at that time the memory of the pain that Dárcy had inflicted on me was still much too fresh in my mind. Now, I had all but forgotten those tense, awful feelings when I had pretended to enjoy having my anal passage distorted by his enormous member in order to please my captors. I had enjoyed anal sex with Arnold enormously and it restored my confidence completely in that fiercely erotic method of lovemaking. I tingled with the excitement of showing Olivia that it could be so much fun as an alternative to the tired, conventional vaginal sex. Arnold was ecstatic and told me that he had never tried it that way before. Apparently his wife was a bit of a prude in that respect and had refused his advances firmly. It took much longer to restore Arnold's erection to satisfy Olivia as well. We showered together and talked about the premises that one of Arnold's acquaintances had mentioned to him. It wasn't far from the beach we all loved and only a few minutes drive from the farmhouse where Jim lived with his sister, Annie and her boyfriend, Patrick. It seemed perfect for what we had in mind. A large two storied warehouse that had been abandoned recently in favour of premises a lot closer to the city, Arnold was confident that we would get a good deal from the owner and a long lease if we wanted it. Arnold had been very busy while we had been planning to seduce him. He had most of the labour and transport arrangements made and was planning to be in business by the end of the week. "Those people had one great idea though." Arnold hesitated as we looked at him. "I hope it's alright with you, Katrina my love?" "Go on Arnold. What is it?" I was far too happy to worry. "Well, I planned to set up the studio the same way." He watched my face anxiously. "You know, with the bedroom, complete with en- suite bathroom and the cameras behind two way mirrors so that our new male actors don't get distracted by the camera crew." He looked at me with guilt and concern written all over his face. "Just say if the memories would be too painful for you, Katrina. I don't want to bring back your experiences at that place." "No, it's not a bad idea, Arnold. Go for it!" I laughed. "We might as well profit from Greg's idea. I think I know what you mean. I don't want to spend too much time getting a man ready to perform." Arnold looked relieved and smiled. "What, like me you mean, baby?" He looked at his shrunken penis regretfully. "I'll be right again shortly, you'll see!" He grinned. "I don't even mind if you want to give Dárcy and Michelle a job in our next movie. Actually, we might make him do it with his wife and make some money out of them. Olivia reckons that they seem to enjoy that sort of thing together. I can even direct them if you like?" We all laughed as we planned to make the studio even more plush and user friendly in the future. I was struck by Arnold's sense of humour but most of all, his sensitive nature to my feelings. It was going to be a really terrific partnership and I was more sure than ever that we were all going to be good friends as well as occasional lovers. Olivia snuggled up to him so that he could feel the heat from her breasts and played with his penis while we talked about the way we would set up the new studio. She made it clear that she desperately wanted him to direct his attention to her body and please her in the same way as he had brought Monica and I such happiness. As we were talking he responded to her loving touch and we all noticed the growth in his penis and the occasional twitch as he became more and more distracted from our discussion and interested in making love to his eager young admirer. Inevitably, he gathered her up in his arms and excused himself from our conversation. Olivia had won out and her happiness was complete. She had really wanted to feel Arnold's normally proportioned penis inside her. She thought the world of him. Monica and I watched as the two of them enjoyed their time on the bed, alone. It was obvious that we were not needed, to help the two of them in any way at all. She seemed to enjoy herself as Arnold buried his head into her ample breasts and made love to her in the missionary position. Her squeals of delight were complemented by his renewed ardour so I talked to Monica and managed to distract her fast mounting jealousy. Abduction Aftermath Arnold's Idea Ch. 2 "We've got the best of both worlds now, my darling." I pointed out the obvious and kissed her. She was then happy to watch as the two of them writhed and moaned with happiness in front of us. "I just wish we had a camera with us." She explained with a smile after a while. "Next time we won't waste the opportunity to get some free footage." She laughed with me. We all slept together in the same bed that night. Arnold must have been completely worn out when the time came to shower and get dressed for breakfast. We interacted as though we had all known each other for years and joked over breakfast about using Arnold in some brief segments of our future movies. We attracted some attention from the other guests as we clowned around together. I could detect puzzled and envious looks from the travelling salesmen that made up the bulk of the motel's clientele base. I guess they were wondering how Arnold managed to keep three attractive young ladies so happy. I hoped that we would get the two storied warehouse that Arnold had mentioned last night. It sounded just perfect for what we all had in mind. Arnold gave the waiting work crew explicit instructions to take the studio apart and stow every item carefully into the waiting trucks. He told them that he had bought everything but the barest structure of the building itself, including all records of the studio business, contained in Greg's former office. He seized the list of potential clients for sales of completed film projects and records of Greg's proposed movies for the future projects he had planned. "He won't be needing these anymore." He exclaimed gleefully. Not for a long, long time anyway." He packed the documents into the filing cabinet and locked it again. "Make sure you take everything in this room." He verified his instructions to the foreman of the moving crew. "Carpets, paintings, desks. Right to the floorboards now, absolutely everything of any value at all." He smiled. "Take the lot!" He was the consummate businessman. He told the crew to take all the fittings and be especially careful not to break the expensive two way mirrors in the studio itself. "There must be well over a Hundred thousand dollars worth of gear here." He whispered to me. "We will end up with the best studio in town. Just watch how we do it." He was beaming with pride. "It'll be the best thirty thousand that we'll ever spend." As I watched the labourers dismantle everything of value to us from my former prison the next morning, I realised exactly what Arnold meant. The final price had been altered downward by Eight thousand dollars as my contribution to the new enterprise. This had been the figure that Arnold had demanded as compensation for my imprisonment and torture at Greg's hands. Arnold had given him a cheque for only Twenty-two thousand for the lot. I smiled as I realised that I would only need to pay another Two thousand dollars for my equal quarter share in the new film studio business. Not bad when you consider that Arnold expected the new company to be worth in excess of One hundred thousand dollars. I would be a rich lady, thanks to his idea. He had this motto: "Don't get mad-- Get even!" I paused to take one last look at the lone deserted building and looked forward to our new association with our partner Arnold. I was relieved that the cruellest episode of my life was disappearing before my eyes. The last remnants of my nasty recurring flashbacks were gone from my mind and I had proved that, with Arnold, last night in the Motel room. When final instructions had been given to the truck drivers we got into Monica's Mustang for the long drive home. Arnold got in the back seat with Olivia and I sat in the front with my more enlightened and ecstatic lover. She had a smile on her face as she started the motor and we drove off, back to the city. She ignored the giggling and carrying on behind us and her jealousy was almost gone. We had a lot of work to do before next Friday when I would have my next date with Jim. I was sure that Olivia or Arnold, perhaps both of them together would help to sooth my lover's possible jealousies the next time I went out with Jim. We were all excited by our prosperous future together. To Be Continued as A.M.K.O Film Studios Ch. 1