A note to readers:
This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 10). This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group, so I have applied this moniker to all chapters. The story is still being written, yet I intend to post a new chapter every couple of days. Enjoy.
Chapter 12 – Kidnap Explained. Trio Expands. Self-Defense
Mark
The kidnapping attempt was a close call, the closest I'd ever had and with the most men involved. I was in my suite at the hotel, having just come back from dinner with the head of the large chemical company headquartered there. I heard a noise, and glanced at the source, one of my windows. I caught a glimpse of a rope dangling past the window and being jerked around. My instincts kicked in and I immediately shouted out the door of my suite into the hallway, "Security. In here, fast!"
My two bodyguards outside my door raced into the living room and saw the threat. They were both talking on their radios simultaneously. Two other guards from their room across the hall charged into the living room of the suite, shut, and locked the door. I heard a shot in the hallway right afterwards. I got herded into a closet and was told to lie as flat as I could on the floor.
I heard another couple of shots, the sound of glass breaking, more shots, and then the sound of a loud explosion as the door to my suite blew off the hinges. A hail of gunshots followed. My God, this was a real battle. Sirens started to sound in the distance.
I should have been scared, but instead I was pissed off that someone could be so bold as to make this attempt. I tried to crouch out of the line of gunfire should a random shot come through the door. Despite the chaos going on a few feet away, I instantly worried about Elsa and Cindy. When this ended, I would make sure they were protected. I should have had them assigned guards as soon as we started to go out months earlier.
I heard some yelling, mostly the word 'Clear' followed by a number – Clear One, Clear Two, and so forth. I recognized the voices of my security men.
The closet door opened and Don Hiatt, my head bodyguard that night looked in. "We think we're OK for now boss. We eliminated or secured six of them. Two are dead, two more were badly wounded, and two secured, and there don't appear to be any others. For now, we'd like you to stay in there. We're not sure what else might happen. The policia are surrounding the hotel as we speak, and will do a complete search of the premises. We'll let you know when it's safe."
I nodded.
About twenty minutes later, Don was back with a highly decorated police captain with more medals and braids on his uniform than the most decorated soldier I'd ever seen. He spoke English well. He said, "Mr. Worthington, please accept our apologies that we did not foresee this threat. We are pleased that your men have coped so well. We will do the clean up while they continue to guard you. We have augmented their forces as well. Again, our apologies for our fellow citizens."
I shook the man's hand and thanked him. When he'd left, I asked Don for more details on what had happened. He told me that two men were to come down the rope and in ninja style smash through the windows. The others came up the elevators and stairways to my penthouse suite. The goal was apparently to kidnap me for a huge ransom.
I asked, "There were six of them? What happened to them?"
"Yes, six. Two are dead. One fell from the rope; he was supposed to breach the windows. His partner we plucked back up to the roof and he surrendered rather than fall to his death. Another died from being shot through the chest in the hallway. We wounded two others and captured another ... sir."
I was stunned. Six men had been desperate enough to risk their lives to get to me, and some had lost that bet with themselves.
Sheila was finally let into the suite from her heavily guarded room down the hall. I turned to her, "Do we want this public or not? Public, it sends a message. No news, we keep a lid on it and protect the business deal we have in process."
Sheila shook her head, "Private. No news. I'll see to it." She turned and left to go find the police captain. Two security people followed close on her heels.
I called Don over and explained our decision. He nodded and said a few words to that effect over his radio. I then asked him to ensure protection of Elsa, Cindy, and their parents. He nodded, and that was the end of that.
I had so much adrenalin in my veins I didn't sleep that night. Sheila joined me, and we sat and talked about a wide range of subjects through the night. We each dozed off in living room chairs around five a.m. for a couple of hours before our wake-up calls came in.
I got home at midnight on Thursday. I slid into bed between my sleeping nymphs. I guessed that they had played together because the aroma of pussy and sex permeated that part of the bedroom, and as I pulled the covers back I got a good whiff of their female musk. I thought I could make another billion dollars if I could duplicate that musky smell and sell it to horny males.
Both girls kissed me and snuggled into my side with their warm nude bodies. I slept well for the first time in three days.
In the morning, I had to describe my role and what I knew about the kidnapping attempt. I didn't hold anything back as I wanted them to realize that they could be subjected to an equal threat to their lives in order to get to me and my money.
Elsa told me that they had both signed up for self-defense classes and weapons training. We talked about it a little, and I could see their logic. I didn't think they'd do much to protect me, given the strength and numbers of my regular security detail, but I did think they would benefit from the effort. I have to admit I was more than a little sexist, putting their training in the same category as women's yoga in my mind. I didn't think their efforts would be that strenuous. Later, I'd eat my words.
Friday night, we elected to stay in the condo for the evening. The girls prepared dinner with fixings that Barnes had obtained for them. As we sat at the kitchen bar, waiting for various things to cook, there was a knock on the door. I went and opened it, knowing that whomever was there had been screened by security several times.
