Payback 38

This is far from my usual story. There is a non-consensual element, but that is not the focus. It is a love story, so not that far outside my normal. If that element bothers you, you should seek other entertainment.

Thanks to my team: My readers, SBrooks103x, and my mentor, Harddaysknight. My editors are Papakilo14, Olddave1951, GeorgeAnderson, Hal and Pixel the Cat. Thank you for all you do for me, gentlemen, I love you.

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There was fear in her eyes; almost panic, with a blazing fury that she could not contain. I knew she hated me with every fiber of her being. That was just fine with me. As long as the fear ruled the fury she would be easy to control and that's what I needed right now. There wasn't anywhere she could go right now anyway. No escape, no weapons, nothing she could use to leverage the least vestige of power over what was happening to her. Her big green eyes were flaming and she glowered at me. We were in my Learjet 85. Her seat faced mine and my bodyguards, Stephen and James, sat behind her.

"Who are you and where are you taking me?" she demanded. She had awakened only minutes before from the drug induced sleep I had caused her to be placed in. Her long blonde hair was a mess and her small body shook with anger.

"I'm Shelden Raniar and I'm taking you to Prince Island. Does that mean anything to you?

"I know who you are," she said. "You used to work with my father. I don't know anything about Prince Island. Why are you kidnapping me?"

"I'm not exactly kidnapping you," I told her. "I'm teaching your father a lesson."

"What does that have to do with me?" she asked. "Why aren't you kidnapping him?"

"No, no," I told her. "That would be... inelegant. He double crossed me. He was very good at it and as a result I temporarily lost control of something that's very important to me. Now he's lost control of something very important to him. I was able to regain control of the thing that was important to me, but it cost me a lot. He's going to discover that he has no ability to recover his important thing. That's you, and when I let him regain control, he's going to learn the price for what he did."

The fear began to replace the fury. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Anything I want to," I told her. "Prince Island is a private island. I own it. Your stay there can be more or less enjoyable depending on your behavior. It is sixty miles of ocean from its nearest neighbor. There will be half a dozen people on the island. They all work for me and some of them will be taking care of you, too. You'll see them at mealtimes and if you want anything you can call them. Otherwise, it will be you and I. If you are please me, I'll be gentle with you. If you're uncooperative, you'll be treated with severity."

"What will I have to do?" she asked. Her voice was trembling now as her helplessness became apparent. She was young, after all, and her life had been a bed of roses up to this point. It could have remained like that, but her father had chosen his path and now hers was being chosen for her.

"When we get there, I'll tell you," I informed her.

"You're going to be in a lot of trouble when my father finds out what you've done," she shouted.

"Why have you raised your voice?" I asked. "I'm right here, there's no need to shout. You'll find that if you want to be really sinister and intimidating, a whisper is more effective. I don't fear your father. He won't risk my anger to rescue you. There aren't any police on Prince Island. He only dared to do what he did because he thought I wouldn't find out. No, there'll be no trouble for me. You're used to thinking your father is invincible because he's wealthy, relatively influential and successful. You're going to discover that I'm all those things on a whole different level. I could have kidnapped him, you know. I could have killed him and the crime would never have been investigated. It's better for him to live and realize what he's done."

I delivered the last line in a whisper and she shivered. She still had on her school uniform. "You see," I told her. "It was much more effective in a whisper."

"You're an asshole," she said. "You think just because you're bigger and stronger than me and you've got these goons to help you that you scare me."

"Well, is it working?" I asked her.

"No, I just hate you," she said "You still haven't told me what you want."

"Right now, you can just talk to me," I told her. "Tell me about Kasey. What are you like? What do you do? What do you want to do?"

"I'm not telling you shit," she said.

"There you go with the potty mouth again," I said. "Why do you use vulgarities like that? It doesn't make you sound tough or sophisticated; just vulgar and cheap. Surely you know better words."

"Fuck you," she said. "I'll say anything I want to."

"Fuck," I mused. "Now, there's an interesting word. You use it as if you know something about it. Do you like to fuck?"

Her face turned red. "Kiss my ass, shithead. I'm not going to talk to you anymore." She turned her face toward the window.

"You're mistaken," I told her. "You are going to talk to me. You're going to do each and everything I say. Gentlemen," I turned to James and Stephen, "I believe our guest needs a lesson."

They stood and grasped her arms; pulling her from her seat and pushing her toward me. She screamed and fought, kicking and trying to bite them. They handled her easily, placing her face down across my lap. Her butt was sticking up and I raised her little skirt. She had on little white lacy bikini cut panties and I removed them over her kicking legs. Her pert little bottom was exposed and she began to scream in earnest now, writhing and twisting against the grip of the two burly bodyguards. She was cursing and spitting, trying to claw us and bite. When I delivered the first blow to one firm little cheek she squealed and stiffened. A red hand print appeared on her bottom and I smacked the other one. It wasn't hard enough to bruise but it must have been extremely painful. She cried out in pain and I continued to spank her.

After about ten swats she was crying and her entire bottom was pink and inflamed. "Stop, please!" she begged. "I'm sorry, please don't... I won't curse anymore."

I gave her two more swats and her little butt was flaming. "Please," she begged. "Don't hurt me anymore. I'm sorry! Please stop spanking me!"

"Are you going to talk to me?" I asked her. "No more rudeness?"

"Yes! Please, I'll do anything! Just stop spanking me!"

I doubt she had ever been spanked in her life. It's amazing how a little spanking changes one's outlook. I got a tube of aloe lotion from beside the chair and squeezed a little on her butt.

"James and Stephen are going to release you now," I told her. "You are going to remain completely motionless. I'm going to rub this lotion into your skin so you won't have any welts. Do you understand?"

She nodded. I gave her another swat. "I don't speak sign language," I told her. "Tell me what you're going to do."

"Yes," she wept. "I'm going to stay still!"

The men returned to their chairs and I soothed her little butt with the lotion. She was stiff as a board but she didn't move as my fingers massaged the silky skin of as sexy an ass as exists on the planet. It was really amazing. Her father was a fairly decent looking sort, but her mother was a fat cow. Maybe Kasey would duplicate that degeneration, but there was no sign of it now. It was positively callipygian, tight, shapely, round; all the things that make a man look; then look again. I caressed it enough to make her squirm and then I sat her up. I made her sit by me with my arm around her and her cheek on my chest. Tears had streaked her cheeks and I soothed them away with a tissue.

"I don't want to hurt you Kasey, but I will," I explained. "As long as you're cooperative and polite no one will ever be anything but polite to you."

"Can I say something that I don't want you to take like I'm not being polite?" she asked.

"You can say anything you like," I told her. "I want you to talk to me and tell me anything you want to. As long as you don't curse or yell, it's okay."

"How is kidnapping someone polite?" she asked.

"It isn't," I told her. "It's barbaric. We can have a polite kidnapping or a barbaric one though. Which would you prefer?"

"Polite," she said.

"Good," I patted her arm. "That's what I want, too. Now, tell me about yourself. What do you do?"

The rest of the flight was passed without incident and she became positively chatty by the time we arrived at the island. We had dinner together and she was delightful company. When we arrived, she was very impressed with the estate and the house. I knew she had enjoyed a pampered life, but this was on a scale that was very different than she knew. We walked along the beach while the staff got the house ready for us. Thea came for us when everything was ready. Thea is my trusted companion. She's a beautiful little Tai girl I bought when she was about six. She doesn't know for sure how old she is, but I would guess about nineteen. I freed her years ago, but she stays with me. She could be anything she wants, but she chooses to act as my deputy in almost everything I do.

Kasey was shocked at the way she was dressed and blushed beet red. Thea had on a lace and satin camisole and a pair of silk panties. Her beautiful brown skin was on full display and I could tell Kasey was embarrassed when Thea rubbed against me and pulled my hand down to one firm ass cheek. I introduced them and Thea led her away to the house. I finished the cigar I was smoking and joined them in a bit. When Kasey came to the library where I was sitting she had been showered and she had on the same outfit Thea had been wearing. Hers was black where Thea's had been white. The white looked better on Thea's dark skin and the black looked better on Kasey's pale complexion.

"Mr. Raniar, I don't like being dressed like this," she said. "Why do I have to wear just underwear?"

"Well, there are three kinds of people on this island," I told her. "I'm the owner. I'm the first kind. The second kinds are the tools. That is James, Stephen and the staff. The third kind are the toys. That's you and Thea. We all dress like we should."

"Why am I a toy?" she asked.

"What do you do with tools?" I asked her.

"You use them to do jobs," she said.

"What do you do with toys?" I asked.

"I play with them," she said.

"Exactly," I said. "I could use you or play with you. Which would you prefer?"

"How would you use me?" she asked.

"Well, do you have a function you could be used for? The only thing I can think of would be to do something like cut off your finger and send it to your father, something like that. I could put you in some compromising situation and take a picture to send him. Can you think of something else?"

She shivered. "No, not right now. Why is Thea a toy?"

"She isn't always a toy. She does many useful things and when she does, she dresses appropriately. When she wants to be played with she dresses like a toy."

"Are you lovers?" she asked.

"Sometimes," I told her. "She's really very versatile."

"If I could find something useful to do could I become a tool?" she asked.

"Maybe," I said. "Right now, no. So do you want to be used or played with?"

"How would we play?" she asked.

"Right now, you can talk to me, we could play games, we could do something fun together like swim, fish, go boating, go on a picnic, or something else if you can think of it. Soon we'll become lovers, too. I don't think we know each other well enough for that yet."

Panic returned to her eyes. "I don't want to do that," she said. "I'm a virgin! How can you make me do that?"

"It won't be unpleasant, Kasey," I told her. "I know you can't get your mind around that now, but it's possible that you will enjoy it more than anything you've ever done. Don't worry about that now. Be calm and just enjoy yourself. You're on a tropical island with people that will make sure that you have everything you want. We won't make love until you're ready. Let's just get to know each other."

She began to weep uncontrollably. "I just want to go home," she sobbed. "I don't want to be here, I hate you and you're just like keeping me in prison. How can you imagine that anything you do to me will be anything like love?"

I took her in my arms and she stiffened for a moment. When I just held her and stroked her hair, she collapsed against me and I held her as she sobbed. "I know, baby," I told her. "I'm very cruel to keep you here. I won't hurt you, though. I'll keep you safe here as long as you cooperate."

I took her to her bedroom and held her until she slept the sleep of an exhausted and emotionally drained young lady. I covered her up and went to bed.

She was gone in the morning when I got up. I sent Stephen to get her and in an hour, a very dirty, disheveled and defiant girl was dragged into my office. I looked at her for a moment. "Have her cleaned up and taken to the gym," I told him.

When I finished the business I was doing, I went to the gym. A stubborn girl sat against the wall and James was with her. I nodded toward the pommel horse and he dragged her over and secured her to it.

I stood in front of her for a while. She glared at me, her face a mask of hate and fury. When I walked around behind her she strained to see what I was doing. I let her see the leather paddle I was holding.

"What are you going to do with that?" she asked.

I didn't answer her. When I pulled down her panties she knew.

"No, please," she begged. "I'm sorry! I won't do it anymore! Please don't hurt me! I won't run away anymore; please, Mr. Raniar. I'll be good. I'll cooperate!"

After five swats of the paddle she was screaming and crying. She begged and pleaded, promising anything and everything. After five more she was hysterical. I put the paddle on its rack and put lotion on her flaming cheeks. I soothed her butt with the lotion, working it into the pliable flesh, loving the feel of those firm cheeks under my fingers. I spread her thighs a bit and let my hand move lower to the full round bottoms of those beautiful cheeks. She shivered as I worked the lotion in. When I brushed the lips of her little pussy she shuddered. I just gave her pussy that brush and then I released her. I helped her back into her panties and she clung to me, sobbing and telling me how sorry she was.

"I forgive you, Kasey," I told her. "We won't mention it again. Punishment ends the matter. I can't have you running away. You might get hurt. You might have an accident. Now, let's get you breakfast and we'll go swimming on the beach. Go to your room and get your bathing suit after breakfast. Go tell Thea we're going and come and get me. I'll be in the garden when you're ready."

She had on a little red bikini and she was carrying a cooler when she came to get me. We took the golf cart to the beach and she had a blast. We went snorkeling and swam with the fish for a couple of hours. When we got out we drank fruit drinks and lay on a blanket. She was over her sullenness and we talked for hours while we soaked up the sun. She was uncomfortable with me putting sun block on her, but when she realized I wasn't going to push her she relaxed.

We spent two idyllic weeks just like two friends on vacation. She was an enchanting girl; the perfect mixture of beauty, grace, femininity and style, She had an irresistible charm about her and a beautiful smile. When she entered a room there was an unmistakable radiance like a rose in the first blush of bloom. She was warm, infectiously in love with life; kind and friendly. I loved just looking at her. She stirred my soul and stimulated my mind; her confident strength of personality showing me she knew she had it going on. She was intelligent, classy and elegant, and she knew she deserved happiness as much as anyone else. She was the total package and she knew it.

She cried at times when she thought no one was watching, and it was heartbreaking. That grew less and less over time, and she seemed to become resigned to the situation. I thought it was time to advance our relationship. She still resented me, but I could tell that she was getting to know me and that she liked what she was finding out about me.

I was sitting on the beach in the morning sun and I saw her coming down the path. She pulled her chair up beside mine and she had a serious look on her face.

"Sheldon, I want to ask you something," she said. She had started calling me Sheldon after the first week and I liked hearing my name on her lips.

"Sure, sweetheart," I said. "I told you that you could ask me anything."

"What did my father do to you?" she asked.

"Are you sure you want to know?" I asked. "It's ugly and I don't want to change how you feel about your father. I'm not punishing you; I'm punishing him."

"I know, but you're doing it through me," she said. "I deserve to know if I'm going to be part of it. You're making me be part of it and I think you owe me that."

"Okay, I'll tell you," I said. "Do you want something to drink first?"

She got a bottle of water and I patted my chair. She sat between my legs and leaned back against me. I wrapped my arms around her and that clean girl scent filled my senses as I nuzzled her long blonde hair.

"I own an oil company that works in the Emirates." I told her. "We have contracts all over the Middle East, but this was in Qatar. I know you've been talking to Thea and you've been learning about our business. I think you're trying to become a tool. That's good, baby. Maybe you can do that. I don't know if she's mentioned Toni to you. Toni is in the hospital in South America. She's been there for over a year. She's had a dozen surgeries and she has a dozen more before she's back to normal again. That is, as normal as she'll ever be. I've had Toni since she was three. I took her off the street in The Sudan twenty years ago where she was starving to death. She's been with me ever since. She was running our business in Qatar and your father was our partner. He'd been involved from the first. Toni was in country to sign off on the biggest deal we've ever done there. Your father thought he saw a way to get the deal for himself and cut us out. If he had asked I would have given it to him. He arranged to have Toni kidnapped so that she wouldn't be able to complete the deal. A group of vicious terrorists took her and your father stepped in and closed the deal, cutting us out. That would have been bad enough, but I would just have let it go, never worked with him again and moved on. That's not what happened. Toni was held by that group for three months before I found her. They had raped her nearly to death. They cut up her face, pulled some of her teeth out and destroyed her mind. She's recovering, but she had a ruptured uterus and bowel, twenty three broken bones and she'll never be able to have children. She was unrecognizable. She was barely human and she'll suffer for the rest of her life because of what your father did. He did it to make money. I love Toni more than my life. I wish that I had been able to take her place. I would cut off my arm tomorrow if I thought it would help her. She was the sweetest little girl and she was like my own daughter. Thea is like that, too. Those girls are my family and your father took one of them away from me. By now, he realizes that I know what he did and that I have you. He's going to be feeling what I felt. The difference is that you're here with me and I'm not torturing you to the point of losing what it means to be human, but he doesn't know that."

Kasey was sobbing in my arms as she felt me breaking emotionally. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and she twisted around in my arms to look up into my face.