Fifty Minutes Away

AUTHOR'S NOTE -- This is the second part of a trilogy, reading the first chapter will be essential in order to follow the story.

Chapter Two: The Special Kiss

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With a slow, thoughtful swipe of her right hand, Kayla let the hairbrush sweep through her long dark locks as she stared into the elegant mirror perched upon the white dresser table.

It had been 15 days since Kayla had been kidnapped, but the brunette had long since lost track of time as her world crumbled around her. Just the act of running a brush through her hair was the kind of trivial activity that Kayla had begun to cling to, all to maintain her sanity. But as she sat on her luxurious white stool, she afforded herself a further glance around the room in an effort to convince herself that her surroundings were actually real.

Despite being missing for over two weeks, Kayla had only arrived at this final destination the night before. Having been blindfolded for the final leg of her journey, she had no opportunity to view the building she was in from the outside. It was only once she was sat where she was at that moment, atop her plush dresser stool, that her restraints were removed by the guards and her implausible living quarters were presented to her.

The bedroom she found herself in was incredibly spacious, with expensive-looking furniture and trappings dotted all around each of the four walls. But it didn't matter how sophisticated her wardrobes, cabinets and couches all looked, all Kayla could see every time she opened her eyes was the garish bubblegum-pink that adorned every square inch of the walls, ceiling and thick carpet beneath her feet. Directly across from the bedroom door was a luxury king-sized bed that, under normal circumstances, Kayla would have instantly fallen in love with. But even the bed couldn't escape the infection of pink that sent a shiver up Kayla's spine as the message it sent from her captors told her everything she needed to know. If there was such a thing as a bimbo princess, then Kayla had been sentenced to play the role.

For a brief moment, as she stared into the mirror with her deep brown eyes, Kayla's mind was taken back to the fateful night when she was taken. All she could think about was how she stared into the dirty mirror in the train station bathroom and how happy she was with her new dress. And yet, over two weeks later, Kayla was sat there brushing her hair...not even aware which part of the world she was in.

It was just after 8:00 p.m. on Wednesday evening and Kayla's focus was beginning to break. She glanced down at her body and took in the sight of the attire that had been chosen for her, presented inside a small pink box that was left outside her room earlier in the day. In keeping with the elegance of the furnishings in her bedroom, Kayla was clad in a stunning black lingerie set that clung to her sensational figure. Her signature breasts were practically spilling over the top of the black lace cups which formed a cleavage so inviting that it was almost indecent. Meanwhile, the waistband of the matching black lace panties was so thin, but so appealing, as it rode just an inch above her hips and snapped tightly into place.

Sitting atop the white dresser table was a pair of very expensive black strappy heels, but Kayla hadn't yet summoned the strength to slip them on. Part of her was trying to fight back, all too aware that once she completed the ensemble...she'd be ready for whoever had brought her there. With a glance back upwards, Kayla's eyes shot back across to the open door that entered into her enormous private bathroom. When she was instructed to get ready earlier in the day, even she was taken aback by how much space her bedroom and bathroom afforded her. But as she saw herself in the mirror, in just the scandalous lingerie and expensive make-up, she couldn't wait to return to the shower and scrub her face until it was clean.

Her train of thought was interrupted by a loud, deliberate knock against her bedroom door before it slowly started to open. Kayla couldn't bring herself to look away as a short brunette woman took a few tentative steps inside before walking confidently into the middle of the room. The bedroom door swung closed behind her without a squeak as the brunette placed her hands on her hips and swivelled her head, taking her time to appreciate the décor that she'd went to great lengths to install.

For her part, Kayla felt her heart thumping in her chest as she wondered if this was the person who had so crudely purchased her from the Russians who seduced her in the bar. All of a sudden, Kayla's mind started to race as she tried to make sense of the woman. She was slightly taller than Kayla, standing around 5'3", and had a completely different look to the grizzled male guards she'd spent so much time with once Natalya and Victoria handed her over to them the week prior.

The woman's hair was a little shorter than Kayla's, only just flowing down past the base of her neck. Her brown eyes were surrounded by a cute pair of designer glasses, with thin, minimalist black frames. She looked older, perhaps in her early thirties, but even Kayla had to acknowledge that she radiated sex appeal. Her black pinstriped long-sleeved shirt and tight black skirt gave her the look that the woman had spent her day in an office somewhere, but the fact that several of her shirt buttons were left open told Kayla that she was in a far more relaxed mood. The faintest hint of a black satin bra was visible as the woman's cleavage was pushed up and thrust out for Kayla to admire.

When the woman smiled at her, Kayla started to put the pieces of the equation together. Her smile was flawless, and clearly the result of extensive cosmetic dental work. Her teeth were perfectly straight and dazzlingly white. As Kayla let her gaze drop back to her cleavage, she was sure that the woman's chest was similarly enhanced to her own. After her fateful encounter with the Russians who seduced her, Kayla felt like she was looking at the brunette version who was created in the same wicked sex doll factory as they were.

With her eyes locked on Kayla's, the woman cleared her throat. "Kayla, it's so exciting to finally meet you. I was determined to be here for when you arrived last night, but...well, it wasn't to be... Anyway, welcome to my home..." For a brief moment, the woman let her eyes roam all over Kayla's body without a care in the world, before returning to look her in the eye. "I'm Austin, and to be clear...I'm the one who went to great lengths to bring you here. I imagine from your point of view, conversations like these are never going to be easy...so I'll be very direct. When Victoria and Natalya showed me the video of you lying handcuffed to that bed...with every inch of that wonderful body on full display...I made them an offer that they couldn't refuse. And here we are, over two weeks later...and I have to say, you look even better in the flesh..."

Kayla intended to remain seated, but the gall and temerity of Austin's tone compelled Kayla to stand from her stool while keeping her distance. The first thing that surprised her was that she was expecting a strong Russian accent like her kidnappers, but Austin's accent was clearly American. Kayla couldn't quite place from where exactly, but the woman was well-spoken and articulate. It was almost as if she'd flown there from an upmarket area of upstate New York. Kayla had only just met the woman but she carried herself with the poise of a tenured professor, with a scalding hot figure that commanded attention as soon as she walked into the room.

Slowly, Austin paused until Kayla stood up straight. With a flicker of a smile, she looked back over her shoulder towards the door where a tall male marched into the room without a hint of hesitation. Kayla's attention was stolen as there was a quiet intensity to the way the man paced the short distance across to reach Austin's right-hand side. Kayla reasoned that he was a few inches taller than Shawn, perhaps reaching as tall as 6'4". His attire confirmed that he was one of Austin's guards, but his holstered sidearm had Kayla taking a deep breath. The man stood there in a tight black long-sleeved turtle neck with matching black tactical cargo trousers and a hefty pair of black boots. Kayla could only bring herself to study his face for a few moments before she had to look away, his blue eyes looked like all the life had been squeezed out of them a long time ago. He looked like he was in his late thirties, but Kayla only needed a few moments to conclude that he was a hardened professional.

Austin took a moment to let the silence in the room build before she looked back across to Kayla. "By now, you'll have met some of the guards who are based here on the property. At this point, I'd like to introduce you to Maxim who's chiefly responsible for the security of my husband and I. You won't have any reason to initiate contact with Maxim or his team, but he's going to take a few moments to explain how our new arrangement is going to go..."

With his back straightened, Maxim looked Kayla dead in the eye as he slowly folded his arms below his chest. "The property you're standing in is one of the largest private residences in all of Russia. From a security perspective, the larger the property...the higher the risk of breaches. Austin will explain the finer details at her leisure, but I can assure you of the following. Austin's husband lives a very public life here in Russia. Extraordinary wealth invites extraordinary enemies. My priority is to ensure Austin and her husband's safety at all costs."

Kayla's lips remained closed tightly as she matched Maxim's posture by folding her own arms under the delicate lace cups of her black bra. While the situation she found herself in was bizarre and terrifying, she felt like she understood the point that Maxim was making despite his heavy Russian accent. Slowly, she glanced across to study the look on Austin's face, but she was hard to read. Whether it was an excellent poker face or evidence that the American was a sociopath, Kayla was none the wiser.

Kayla didn't have long to focus as her attention was snapped back towards Maxim as he continued. "My intention isn't to scare you, Kayla...but you must know the truth. I command over 50 members of this team, all of whom have served the Russian state with distinction in some of the most dangerous combat zones on the planet. If you make any attempt to escape this property...that places Austin and her husband in jeopardy which is completely unacceptable. In that case, I will give the order for my team to pull the trigger. While I cannot promise you that it will be quick...I can promise you that it will be brutal. Of course, in your current predicament, you may feel that such a course of events represents an opportunity for all of this to come to an end. Well, I'll leave it to Austin to explain why that would be a monumental mistake on your part..."

Then, abruptly, Maxim glanced towards Austin and offered a silent nod, before he turned and paced back towards the open bedroom door. While his movements were decisive and imposing, Kayla couldn't help but notice the softness with which he closed the door behind him, leaving the two brunettes alone in Kayla's quarters.

With the soldier out of the room, Kayla gulped down a deep breath and kept her arms folded tightly under her chest. "Was that supposed to be some kind of sick joke? His intention wasn't to scare me, but if I try to leave then I'll be shot at by a bunch of rabid dogs with handguns?" Carefully, Kayla managed to suppress her outburst long enough until she was certain that Austin was looking her in the eye. "I wouldn't give you the satisfaction. No, I think I'll do as I'm told...I think I'll stay right here in this pink monstrosity of a bedroom until the police kick that fucking door down and take me home to my boyfriend..."

The smile that formed across Austin's face was telling as she stepped a little closer towards Kayla. "I must admit, Kayla, these last two weeks I've spent waiting to meet you...I must've rehearsed this first conversation a million times in my own mind... But every time I do, the reality of the situation always makes itself clear. Maxim's team won't need to use the handguns to stop you dead in your tracks...my husband's protection is far more sophisticated than that. Up on the roof right now, there are two snipers lying in wait. While they're vigilant to threats from outside this estate, if they saw you making a run for it, either one of them would only need to pull on that trigger for half a second and your attempt would result in the most expensive failure you can imagine... But you won't cooperate for your own benefit, Kayla...you'll do it for your family and friends. Our people have been in the United Kingdom for many years. If you don't do exactly as you're told, all it would take is one phone call and they'll pay the price for your disobedience..."

Defiantly, but defeatedly, Kayla spun around in disgust and stared at the ludicrous pink wall as she showed her back to her American captor. There wasn't a single word or utterance that escaped Austin and Maxim's mouths that she didn't believe. Kayla knew that they meant business, but she wasn't in a psychological state where she wanted to test Maxim's mercenaries' aim. If she was going to make it out of there, Kayla realised that she'd have to steel herself to play the long game...until her rescuers could make their move. As she listened to Austin's words, the thought that kept playing in her mind was about her rescuers. They had to know where she was...and they had to have the nerve to try and save her...

After taking an extended moment to let her gaze linger on Kayla's tight cheeks, Austin's smile remained as she purred. "As for your fantasies of the police kicking down that bedroom door...I'm not sure you have a full appreciation for exactly where you are. The Scottish police are in the midst of a full investigation into your disappearance, one that my people tell me is both well-funded and interestingly staffed...but you're deep in the heart of Russia now. The British government doesn't have the diplomatic strength to extract a single piece of paper from Russia, let alone you. I believe that your foreign secretary could be lying on that bed and he wouldn't be able to get you out of here. This isn't Afghanistan, Kayla...there's no special forces team that's going to crash through those windows. Eventually, your countrymen will realise that you're here with me...they'll know why I brought you here...and they won't be able to lift a finger to stop me..."

With Kayla's back still to her, Austin allowed herself to take a quick glance around the room to take in their surroundings. "That being said, we don't need to dwell on those little details. All that matters is that you're finally here with me. What do you think of your new bedroom? I had it put together ever since Victoria and Natalya assured me that they'd find me just the right girl for my tastes... You know, Kayla...when I was growing up, all I ever wanted to do was play with my toys... Dolls, clothes, comic books...but then real life would always get in the way. My studies, my career...I was very patient, but with great success, and my husband's riches, I soon realised that I could afford any kind of toy I wanted. Fast cars, yachts, private planes...but they don't captivate me like the kind of toy I always knew that I had to have... Now that I've finally got my new toy, standing right here in front of me...all I can see is perfection..."

Kayla had already begun to spin around on her heels as Austin's explanation was only serving to infuriate her. Soon, Kayla was staring right into Austin's brown eyes with her arms still folded tightly under her chest. "I was kidnapped, you absolute psychopath! I'm a human being! I was on my way to a date with my boyfriend, and those two..." Even the thought of saying the Russian blondes' names out loud was repulsive to Kayla as she gritted her teeth. "Those two stole me away like I was a piece of meat. They put me on a fucking ship like I was livestock. I've spent two weeks being dragged around until they could smuggle me in here in the dead of night. And for what? To stand here in this parody of a bedroom and meet you? To stand here and listen to your delusions that I'm some kind of fucking doll to be played with?"

With care, Austin took a further step forward until Kayla was close enough to reach out and touch. "It's an interesting dynamic, don't you think? But you've left out a large part of the story, haven't you, Kayla? It just so happens to be my favourite part of what happened to you that night. Two stunning Russian blondes introduced themselves to you and hit on you so hard that your pretty little head was spinning. You kept telling them that you were straight...you kept telling them that you were waiting on your boyfriend...but that didn't stop Natalya from crawling into your lap in that bar, did it? I can't blame you for falling under their spell, those two are incredible... What you have to remember is that the moment you surrendered and begged them to fuck you...the moment you let them wrap those tight handcuffs around your wrists...that's the very instant when you belonged to me..."

Slowly, Austin started moving until she was soon circling Kayla, who remained perfectly still while staring straight ahead. After letting the silence fill the air, Austin waited until she was standing directly behind Kayla before she stopped and let her hands slip onto her hips from behind her. As Austin leaned in and let her chest press softly against Kayla's strong back, the American's soft lips soon found their way to her captive's right ear. "I'm told your boyfriend's name is Shawn...the same Shawn who let Victoria ride him that night until he was dripping with sweat... Interesting, if you were mine...I'd never have let someone as beautiful as you out of my sight without armed guards. He should have been there for you, Kayla...he should have been there to protect you...and now? Well, look what happened...you're my flawless little princess now...and my insatiable fuck-toy..."

The words that slipped into Kayla's ear jolted her into life and she shot her hands onto Austin's while they held onto her hips. Standing there in just her racy black lingerie, Kayla tried to force herself to test the American's resolve by lifting her hands from her hips, but Austin's wicked giggle served to remind her just who was in charge.

Kayla couldn't bring herself to tilt her head and remained staring directly ahead of her. After clearing her throat, Kayla croaked. "None of this...none of this is Shawn's fault... You people are evil, they told me on the ship just how many girls they've taken. They seduced me...then they kidnapped me...I'll have to live with that, knowing how stupid I was. But I don't care how many guards you've got. I don't care how many guns and bullets they've got...I will never be your princess and I will never be anyone's fuck-toy..."

For a moment, Austin paused to revel in Kayla's uncertainty. When her captive's hands simply froze in place atop hers, the American giggled and poured her warm breath against her ear. "Kayla, I want you to take a look around this room and understand the mentality that I want you to develop for me. My husband and I have busy lives, filled with all kinds of pressure. I simply don't have the time, nor the inclination, to ask nicely for the things I want. Now that I've bought you...I'll dictate exactly what I want from you. When the time is right, that perfect body of yours will be poured into the tightest dresses and finest lingerie that money can buy. If I want you in heels, thigh-highs and pigtails, then that's exactly how I'll have you. If I want you for five minutes...or five hours...you'll give me everything you've got without hesitation. There will be no going through the motions, Kayla...I want so much heat from you that it'll threaten to burn this entire room to the ground..."