She came home from her job exhausted. Kelly had been full time for less than a week, and her body hadn't adjusted to the increased labor yet. She made the way to her house, already thinking of the heaven of a hot meal and an even hotter bath. She sighed to herself, a little depressed at coming home to a dark empty house every night.
It had been almost a month since she'd had someone to sleep with. She was an attractive girl, too, or so she'd been told on many occasions. 5'10", 110 lbs... She had a nice figure, and blond hair that hung almost to her waist. She took care of herself, keeping in reasonably good shape for the amount of free time that she had.
Entering the house, she reached over and flipped the light switch. Nothing happened. With a muttered curse Kelly cautiously made her way to the kitchen, feeling her way along the walls. There was no moon out that night, so only minimal light was coming in through the windows. Gratefully she felt the light switch under her groping fingers, and flicked it up. Still she was engulfed in darkness.
"Just not your night." She jumped at the sound of the deep male voice behind her, but before she could move or scream, a hand clamped over her mouth. She writhed in his grasp, but he was bigger, stronger, and had the element of surprise. Kelly found herself being dragged forcably into the living room, despite her feeble attempts to break free.
The man behind Kelly managed to grab her left wrist and twist it behind her back painfully. She screamed into his hand, a sound that was muffled to uselessness. Suddenly his hand over her mouth shifted to her hair, wrapping it in his fist and pulling it back. Kelly found her head forced back as she inhaled for another scream.
"Now," She heard him say, and a cloth was forced over her mouth. The sharp scent of whatever was on it assailed her, and Kelly felt a wave of dizziness pass over her. She tried to twist free, but had no chance of breaking out of the grasp of the man behind her. She held her breath as she struggled, but was unable to for more than a couple seconds.
Unable to hold any longer, she exhaled. Her lungs, starved for oxygen, inhaled deeply but only got filled with the chemical on the cloth. Immediately her arms felt like there were weights attached, and her eyelids drooped. Kelly struggled to stay awake, but couldn't resist drawing another breath. She slipped deeper, and darkness closed about her as consciousness fled.
The two men looked down at the blonde girl who lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, then looked to each other. The smaller man grinned, revealing two missing teeth near the front, and rubbed his hands together.
"How much time to we have to play before she's due for delivery?"
"Not enough," the larger man replied, "Besides, we're not to touch the merchandise this time, remember?"
"You worry too much," the smaller man sneered, looking wistfully down to thier prisoner, "So what if we're a few minutes late? And how will she know if we indulge ourselves a little bit?" He knelt down next to the unconscious blone and began to fondle her breasts through her shirt, moaning in approval.
"You're a braver man than I am, Chris," he replied, turning towards the door, "is it really something you want to take a chance with?" The man on the floor paused, looking up uncertainly.
"Fine," Chris said as he stood, looking down at the helpless woman, "wouldn't want to be late just for this bitch, I guess."
Miles away, a cruel smile played about ruby-red lips. So the pawns thought they could play with their prisoner without retribution? Seems an example was in order... which would have upset Victoria, if she didn't enjoy examples so much. So much to do, so little time. Perfectly manicured nails drummed along the leather of her chair as she considered how best to accomplish this.
"Isn't she awake yet?"
Kelly felt as though she were waking up from a deep sleep. She struggled to remember where she was, her brain dully noting the aching in her joints and the throbbing headache she was suffering from.
"Any minute... I think she's coming around now."
Her eyelids fluttered, and felt cloth before them. She realized there was a black bag of some sort over her head. With a low groan, Kelly tried to reach up to remove it, only then registering that her wrists were bound behind her back. Memory flooded back suddenly, the attack, the drug... She thrashed suddenly, but was unable to make any progress.
She realized almost immediately that she was laying facedown on the floor of some vehicle, and it was moving at a decent pace. Her arms were bound behind her back, and Kelly's wrists were connected to her ankles, which were also bound. Her mouth felt dry, and was filled with a wad of something that felt like cotton. Tape sealed her lips, holding it in place, ensuring that the only sounds that she could make were muffled to the point of unaudibility.
She heard someone approaching, and felt their hands on her, holding her in place. A knee was placed in the small of her back and her body was pinned against the wall. A small, sharp pain was felt in her ass, followed by a chill spreading from that point. Panic set in, and she tried to twist away from the man. Within minutes dizziness washed over her again as she struggled in futility to maintain consciousness.
Victoria sat in her chair, surrounded by a thick haze of smoke from the torches that lit the room. A stone altar complete with steel shackles stood ominously off to one side, coated in a thick rust-colored stain. The stone walls were decorated in bas-relief sculptures of the battle of armageddon, with daemons warring with angels atop a mountain of human corpses.
The room was cast in a warm light from the torches, illuminating her visage in a red glow. She possessed fine Egyptian features, with straight jet-black hair woven with gold strands reminiscent of her lineage. Her makeup was done in a similar fashion, accentuating her eyes and bringing a golden cast to her skin.
She watched with cold, flat eyes as the two men carried her newest acquisition into the room. Kelly lolled limply between them, her arms still bound but otherwise unrestrained. The men carried her in front of Victoria's throne and deposited the captive in a kneeling position for her to examine. She did so critically, and grudgingly admitted that they'd done an excellent job of delivering the blond woman.
"Chris and Todd, my acolytes," she intoned formally. The two men each dropped to one knee as she continued, "You have performed admirably, delivering the girl safely and in a timely manner." Her gaze passed over Kelly once more, noting the glazed look in the captive's eyes.
"However," she continued, "one of you was willing to betray my trust and indulge himself with the one that I sent you for." The two men shot glances at each other, accusing looks that amused their Mistress. Two pairs of eyes were cast back down to the floor, as they awaited her judgement, praying for mercy that they both knew was not to be forthcoming.