Authors note:- This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca Xxx. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.
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It was cramped and dark in the boot of the BMW. The chloroform seemed to be wearing off and I felt the car bumping and lurching down the road. I was still barely dressed, in ripped stockings and my panties hanging off one leg. My bra was missing and my coat was thrown on top of me to keep me warm. I didn't need it, it was a stifling in the confined space. My skin was sticky from the huge amount of cum I'd had sprayed all over me, from my dogging session. My hair was matted in the stuff and I could still taste it in my mouth.
I had a vague idea of who had kidnapped me, but I wasn't completely sure. Lexa had tried to warn me on the phone just before I was abducted, but I didn't catch what she was trying to tell me. I searched around for my phone in the darkness, but found nothing. They would have taken it from me so I would just have to wait. I wouldn't say I was frightened, but I was worried. I hoped the tracker in my armpit was going to allow Lexa and her team to locate me and rescue me when the time was right.
The car pulled up to a stop and I heard voices outside. The boot opened into the blackness of the night and I felt two pairs of hands drag me out the boot and onto the tarmac. I over played being drowsy to offer them no threat. I guessed what their intentions were going to be and I couldn't do anything about it. I needed to let them do their thing and get me closer to my goal. There was a large building to my left, like an industrial unit of some kind. The roller shutter opened loudly, spilling light onto the courtyard. From what I could see I was in a compound surrounded by a barbed wire fence and I was in the middle of nowhere. There were no lights from other buildings as far as I could see.
I was half carried and half dragged into the garage and the roller shutter came down with a crash. They dumped me on the concrete floor. I lay there with my eyes half open trying to take in my surroundings. There was nothing to see. I felt weak and exhausted. There was a small shower cubicle in the corner of the room and a bench with a set of orange overalls laid out.
"Wake her up and get her showered and dressed. The boss wants to see the new merchandise," said the BMW guy.
He left through the only door in the corner of the garage.
I sat up and saw there were two guys left with me. They were big muscle bound guys with shaved heads. The place was too clean to be a garage. It was some sort of holding area for new arrivals.
"Can you stand?" one of them asked.
"Where am I? What's going on?" I said in a sleepy voice.
"The boss will answer all your questions in good time. We need to clean you up first though," said the second guy.
I tried to stand, but stumbled as the chloroform still had a grip on me. I was more drowsy than I thought.
"It'll wear off soon honey. We'll have to wash you."
One of them approached with a pair of scissors and cut my suspender belt off with a twang. He peeled my spunk stained tights down my slender legs and threw them in the bin.
"Looks like she's had a hell of night already," said one of them.
"Yeah she's pretty caked in cum. Its everywhere. Lets get her in the shower," said the other.
I was picked up and placed in the shower on a plastic chair. The water was freezing cold and I cowered as it rained down on me.
"Sorry. There's no hot water here," he said. "The cold shower will help to wake you up."
I slumped in the chair starting to come around. They washed my matted cummy hair first and I closed my eyes and let them get on with it. I had my legs closed and folded my arms across my body to cover my naked boobs and tried to keep warm. It made me look submissive and scared, there was no fighting my way out of this one. Besides, I needed them to think they were in charge.
My hair was rinsed and they started to wash me. I offered little resistance as they moved my arms away and payed more attention than they should have done to washing my tits. My nipples were like bullets due to the cold and I saw them glance at each other and smile. They were enjoying this.
They washed my upper body and then stood me up and bent me over the chair. They parted my legs and washed my ass. I felt fingers delving into the crack of my sticky snatch as they washed the spunk from my body. One of them took the shower head off the pole and forced it between my legs. I squealed at the cold as the freezing jet blasted my labia and clit to rinse off the soap. They finished washing my legs and turned the shower off. I felt instantly more awake and warmer as they patted me down with a towel. I was able to stand now, but still acted catatonic.
They helped me out the shower and moved me to the table with the overalls on it.
"Put them on," said the first guy.
I picked them up and pulled my legs into them. It felt like a jump suit. It was far too big for me. I pulled it all the way on and did the press stud buttons up the front. I had to roll the sleeves and legs up a couple of times to make for a better fit. They gave me a pint of water which I downed in one, I was so thirsty. I was trained never to refuse water or food if kidnapped. You never knew when the next opportunity would arise.
I felt more alert and my mind started to race.
Where was I?
What was going to happen to me?
Did Lexa know where I was?
Does the tracking device work?
There was no point asking these two guys anything. They were hired goons and they wouldn't tell me anyway even if they knew.
"Time to go," said one of them.
They walked me to the door and opened up and went through. I was ushered up some stairs to a landing area and one of them knocked on the first door on the right.
Bang. Bang.
"Bring her in," said a voice from behind the door.
I walked into a large office with a guy sat behind a wooden desk in a leather chair. This whole place seemed make shift to me. Nothing was permanent. It was a processing centre before girls were moved to where ever they got taken. I was in their system now. The BMW guy stood next to the boss and the two goons stood behind me either side.
"Where am I and what do you want with me?" I demanded.
"Calm down Rebecca. Your predicament is not as bad as it seems," said the boss.
He was skinny and about mid-forties. He wore round glasses and had short cropped hair balding on top. He was dressed in a suit which seemed out of place in this environment. His desk was empty except for a large ball shaped, glass paperweight sitting on top of a brown folder. The paperweight had a butterfly encased in it and it looked as out of place as he did.
"Your hospitality seems pretty fucking unpleasant so far," I hissed. "Drugged, kidnapped and given a cold shower and an orange jump suit. That seems pretty bad to me. Who are you and what do you want with me?"
"My name is Marvin and I run a company which is perfect for young girls with your skill set," he said leaning forward on the desk. His voice was confident, but soft, almost monotone. He spoke very slowly and concisely.
"What do you mean? And how do you know my name?"
"I have your report right here. Tony has been quite thorough assessing you over the last two nights. You'd be surprised what information we can find out from a registration number."
He looked at the BMW guy and then moved the paperweight and thumbed through the folder.
"My, my, you are a dirty girl," he said, closing the folder and looking at me again.
"What I do in my personal life is fuck all to do with you," I said. "Now let me out of here and take me home."
