Chapter 3

Prudence Harper, disheveled and uncertain on her feet, stumbled her way across the elegant foyer in the harsh grasp of one of Captain Happy's men. There were deep red marks where his strong fingers had gripped her fragile white arm, and Douglas jumped to his feet when he saw her. He had been unable to figure out why the head of this operation had wanted to talk so long to Prudence, but he had never for a moment doubted her safety. Prudence's things had been left with him so he did not think she had been moved to another room. He had just been considering the fact that they may have decided to feed her separately so they could talk to Douglas over a private dinner, when she was shoved into the room.

"What in the world happened?" the young man asked rushing to his young bride, who collapsed gratefully into his arms. He saw the red prints on her arm and for a moment thought she had been abused in some way.

"What did you do to her?" he shouted at the black soldier who was just closing the door behind himself. He only grinned and shut the door.

"I'm... I'm all right, Doug," the little blond tried to pull out of his arms now. "I'd like to sit down, but nothing happened," she said with a touch of pride in her voice.

"What did they want with you?" her husband asked her while still holding her as they walked toward a small love seat in the inside corner of the room.

There was something about the way her new husband emphasized the "you" that hurt the young bride's feelings a little, but she swallowed her pride. After all, an ambassador's wife was not as important as an ambassador, as far as being a hostage was concerned, a hostage of any value, that is.

"Well, I suppose it is you they really want, dear," she told him while swallowing, "but I do have certain attributes." Automatically she reached for the buttons of her suit to see if they were all buttoned, and Douglas understood from this gesture that sexual advances had been made to his young, innocent wife.

His face reddened in anger. "I'll kill them, the pigs!" he spat and leaped up from the seat.

She pulled him down. "Now how are you going to accomplish that by yourself, silly?" she cooed at him to calm him. She smiled brightly and ran her lovely hand through her hair. "I'm sure I look terrible, Doug, but it wasn't that bad, really! He tried. He failed. He gave up," she reassured her twenty eight year old husband. "Perhaps he just wanted to find out if I was the type who came across, honey," she suggested.

"You aren't!" he said reassured and sitting down beside her again. "But you do smell awfully of scotch!"

"Yes, he gave it to me and I was too frightened to refuse."

"You did the right thing," the young ambassador drew her toward him again. He wanted to comfort her, yet Douglas Harper could not help wondering if she really had done the right thing. She had accepted the scotch and refused the sex. Without knowing the man involved... and Doug had not yet met Captain Happy... it was hard to say what she should have done. Whatever she had done, it was done, and they would have to suffer the consequences. When Douglas had his opportunity to meet the head of the operation here, he would be in a better position to advise his little wife what to do in the future. Meanwhile, he was looking over the room, a study, very carefully, in case the knowledge of it and what was in it would ever be helpful. He could see from where he sat that guards had been posted outside the window. He had been told that there were two guards outside the door at all times...

He was just noticing the spot on the Persian carpet that told him a large desk had been removed from the room, leaving absolutely nothing to hide behind effectively, when his attention was drawn back to the door by the scuffling of boots and then the turning of the knob.

Two black soldiers came in, informally for soldiers. "The Captain wants to meet you now, Mr. Ambassador," one of the men said with a flourish and in a tone of slight mockery.

"I... I don't care to leave my wife behind," he said, lying as convincingly as possible. "She doesn't feel too good!" He was studying the soldiers. There was in insouciance about them that he didn't trust.

One of them grinned broadly. "Oh, don't worry about her none. The Captain says if any of us try to fool around, he'll do us in personally!"

Remembering Captain Happy with kindlier feelings than she knew he deserved, Prudence could not help feeling grateful to him for extending his formidable protection over her with these other men. Obviously they would have their fun with her if it were not for the Captain! She did not yet know why she and Doug had been taken captive like this. She knew that in a general way it had to do with the move for independence among the blacks, but the specific incidents were so numerous, there was no way of keeping track of all of them. Besides, new ones were popping up all the time. The name of the Captain rang no familiar bell in her mind.

A third black soldier entered now. "Which bags are yours, Mrs. Harper?" the young man asked just as Douglas was being led from the room.

The ambassador turned sharply, or tried to. "Why?" he asked heatedly, but a soldier on each side of him all but lifted him out the door.

After he was gone, Prudence asked the question herself.

"You can't sleep here," the young man pointed out, gesturing over the study. "There's plenty of beds upstairs, and the Captain says to make you comfortable."

"Can't... can't all the bags go in the same room? We're married, you know," she explained needlessly. "The Ambassador and I..."

The boy grinned. "You take that up with Captain Happy, Ma'am. "He just said to take your bags up to a room he wants you to have, and show you to the bath. That's what I'm going to do."

Prudence was silent. The way to pull through a situation like this, the young woman was convinced, was to keep calm and to co-operate as much as was humanly possible. She was worried about Douglas. She would prefer to have him by her as much as possible, but there was no point in arguing over a room with a boy who was only obeying orders. On the way, after they had been taken from the train at the water stop, Douglas had told her to remind herself when she worried that hostages were valuable alive and worthless when dead. She told herself that now, but just the thought of death, of Douglas dead, brought a tear to her eye. It will never happen to you, Douglas, she said silently in her mind as she showed the young soldier which bags were hers. They were small bags. She could have carried them herself. The trunk went on with the train! But he picked them up, as she noticed that another soldier was waiting just outside the door.

She was given the most beautiful room she had ever slept in in her life. The soldier had opened a door to show her the bath and had left, explaining that there were numerous guards posted everywhere around the big house. There were, in fact, hundreds of people living and working on the big estate. He smiled mischievously as he warned her.

"It wouldn't be too hard for them to know who you were if you decided to try to run away!"

Yes, she understood that! But there was something else she was beginning to understand about all this, too. She sensed a lack of hostility here, at least of personal hostility. To someone who had been brought up thinking of kidnappers as "the bad guys" with all the meanness and cruelty that "bad" signified, this was surprising. "Bad guys" could not be people you could feel comfortable with, and yet she felt very comfortable indeed! But did that mean she was safe? She just couldn't figure it out! Her long run safety probably depended upon negotiations with her government that were beyond either her or Douglas's control. How safe she was as an object of play or... or even torture from this group of men seemed to depend upon Captain Happy! Well, if that were the case... she had already handled Captain Happy once, hadn't she?

Yes, she would take a bath. It was exactly what she needed. Still a little high and light-headed from the scotch, Prudence undressed quickly, dropping her suit and blouse all down over her shapely hips and stepping out of the fallen clothing without even bothering to pick it up. How fortunate that she had a few things kept out of the trunk for riding with. She moved toward a tall mirror that stood on an ornate stand by the dressing table and watched herself peel down her sheer panty hose and then the panties that Doug had given her. Her gleaming white thighs looked warm and soft in the filtered afternoon light, and she twisted to see the swelling mounds of her asscheeks as she unsnapped and lifted her brassiere over her high-set young tits, flinging it down. Nonchalantly, believing fully in her privacy, she slipped into the ornate bathroom.

As far as she could see there were no bruises on her. She felt dirty from the long hot jeep ride and the sweat of her arousal downstairs, her unsatisfied arousal, but the red marks of her arm had begun to fade. A good bath was exactly what she needed to relax and to put herself into shape for whatever lay ahead. So far everything had happened so very fast that she hadn't really had time to think. Even the long ride from the train had been useless time because of the terror of being kidnapped. But now it looked as though she was being given time. It was not that she was unafraid. There was still a tiny knot of fear in the bottom of her stomach. But she was not as frozen with her fear as she had been in the jeep.

Her encounter with Captain Happy bothered her, not with fear of any consequences, but with guilt. He was the enemy! She was supposed to hate him! But she didn't. Incredibly enough, she actually liked him. He attracted her personably and... and... yes, sexually! Oh, God, that attraction had to go! This was why she prayed that she and Douglas would be allowed to sleep together. She hoped it was not against protocol to have sex with your husband when you were a hostage, because if there was one thing she needed very badly right now it was... sex, yes... but also to forget the exciting Captain Happy!

There was a shower, but Prudence, finding herself getting more and more nerved up as she recalled the big black soldier downstairs, let the water run full force into the tub. Then before it had even started to fill, she tentatively tested the temperature of the water and stepped in. As she lowered herself gently into the old elegant tub with the gilt fixtures, the water, usually too hot for her, felt as soothing as the hot sun on a beach. She adjusted the taps a little, making the spray even more forceful than before and sank down so that her full ripe tits looked like swollen, succulent melons in the rising water. Very soon her childishly slender waist had disappeared completely and slowly, dreamily, Prudence let herself relax into the heat and depth of the filling tub. She hadn't had a tub bath for a month now, not since the first night of their honeymoon, she remembered.

She smiled to herself to think of how she had used the bath as a stall, and how Doug, five years older and more experienced than she, had come to her there and very gently, with infinite understanding, had pulled her out from under the gushing water spout and taught her the first steps of love between a man and a woman.

Just as she had done that night, she let her long blond hair slip into the water, billowing out behind her head like an angel's halo. She let her hips slip unimpeded under the roaring gush of water. Spreading her thighs like a wanton butterfly, she exposed her soft, sunlight-fringed cunt to the full force of the raging stream that poured out of the tap. The sudden sensual contact of the spray on her sensitive clitoris jarred her unsuspecting yet wildly anticipating body and she jerked in wild spasming contractions as the last of water lacerated her sensitively bared genitals.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh," she whimpered, her hands flying immediately to the rescue, spreading her fingers over her moistly tingling cunt. To touch herself seemed to soothe the burn. "Aaaaahhhhh, that's better," she said aloud as she warded off the full force of the liquid onslaught and with her two index fingers separated the lips of her cuntal hole to allow the stream of water to titillate into her coraline mouth. It felt so good, just like it had that night with Doug. She had felt secure in her privacy, never dreaming that he would sneak in. He had told her afterwards that he had realized it was the only way to have her before morning. She would have stayed in the bath until she looked like a white prune. She probably would have!

She had the same pressure, but this time much stronger, mounting unbearably in between her slender legs right now. It was driving her mad as she squirmed around in the filling tub trying to relieve the sensual agony. She had had no idea what that pressure was the night of her honeymoon! She only knew that the water made her feel terrific down there, and she had slipped in under the crazy pellets of sparkling liquid and let it trickle over her virgin thighs. Gradually as she had become accustomed to the foreign sensation, she had let her legs open wide. Then suddenly her husband had entered the bathroom and pulled her gently out.

She had been terribly mortified, not only by her nakedness in front of him for the first time but because of the obscene position of her body! She had looked up at him terrified, yet his face registered only concern.

"Prudence, honey!" he had cried. "Are you all right? How did you fall like that!"

Fall? She then realized that he thought she had fallen in and was struggling to keep from drowning!

"I'm okay now, thank you," she stuttered, self-consciously trying to keep her body hidden somehow.

But the new husband pulled her slippery, voluptuous, virgin body into his arms and, reaching for a large towel, wrapped his trembling wife inside of it and then rubbed her dry with both hands. She had tried to joke, feeling the need to escape from the inevitable.

"Just what I needed," she smiled uneasily. "A new skin!"

"Pink instead of white," he said. "Hope you don't mind." He had continued to rub her down even though she was not only dry but over heated from the friction. He couldn't seem to stop racing his hands all over her body, even over places he had never dared touched before. Then his hands began to slow, to become more gentle, to merely caress her through the soft terry-cloth of the big towel.

She had looked up at him, fear starkly in her eyes, yet very aware that though her hair was wet and stringy and she was certainly not at her best, she was exerting a kind of magical control over her new husband, the kind of control that always seemed to make a man do anything you wished! It was the sort of thing she had done with Captain Happy downstairs, she guessed, although all that had happened too fast to analyze.

Anyway, she had been unable to help relishing what she was obviously doing to her new husband that night. She licked her wet lips with a tongue moist with her saliva and watched Douglas's face flush with what she could only imagine was deep love for her, for he had professed the depth of his love many times, and she had no way of knowing to that point, that he was indeed bursting with the depth of his love. He was careful to keep his swollen cock away at first.

With a surge of still-innocent passion for her new husband, she reached up and kissed the handsome, sandy-haired man, parting her lips a little more than she ever had before. The pleasure of touching her lips to his this way had set her mouth on fire. It was so personal! And after all, they were man and wife now! Suddenly she felt his respond, but it was so unexpected! She had seen actresses part their lips in a kiss on television, but she had not known that a man put the tip of his tongue into a woman's mouth and caressed her lips! She liked it. She liked it very much! She liked the way their entire relationship changed at that moment!

As he pressed his mouth tightly onto hers, she felt him draw her tiny body up into his arms and hold her tight against his strong body. It was wildly exciting. She felt almost like Jane being carried through the trees by Tarzan! An electric kind of thrill surged through her as she realized that she was being hissed like a wife, and she only hoped that she was doing it all the correct way. Her mother has assured her that she could leave everything to Doug, and she had.

Suddenly he let the towel fall to the floor, and though she naturally squirmed to get free and pick it up, he swept her nakedly exposed body up against his chest and carried her into the adjoining bedroom.

She had listened to his heavy breathing as he quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. As nervous as she felt lying on the bed, bared to his appraising gaze, she could hardly wait! She wanted his naked body down on hers with an intensity that shocked her. He was still removing his clothes when she reached out and with her hand quivering timidly touched the thick hard rod of flesh bulging at the front of his shorts.

Her cool hand felt like an icy flame around his throbbing, lust- swollen cock, although his dazed mind boggled at her aggressiveness. He was sure she was a virgin. He had expected her to be petrified into passivity the first time. Had she... had she done anything like this before? Douglas Harper had not the courage to ask. He felt his prick jump crazily at her long awaited touch, the bulbous head growing thick and full with the pulse of blood that roared up from his constricted testicles. His testicles filled with sperm, and he moaned aloud as he felt his own hands, like things apart, reach for his new wife's incredible tits. Gently, softly, he crushed them. Oh what nakedly tender flesh she had!

"Oh!" Prudence cried. "Oh, Douglas!" His exploring fingers awakened to a life of their own, racing over the gasping girl's burning young skin, over her generous tits, over her tight young stomach and nearer, ever nearer to the golden area that was at last, unbelievably his own!

"Oh, Prudence!" he whispered hoarsely. "Prudence! To think that no man has ever known you before!" And he crushed his lips down onto her buttery mouth again and touched his flaming fingers to her virginal pussy. Feeling the hot moist flesh beneath the fleece teasing at his cupping palm, he crooked his middle finger and slowly, gently, but insistently, inserted it up between her open thighs until the blunted tip was clasped just inside the entrance to her tight little cunt.

"Oh, Doug! Oh, Douglasssssss! It feels so goooooooooddddddd!" Prudence gasped, wriggling her loins around on his lewdly impaling finger.

"Oh, God," he moaned. "How wonderful you are! How beautiful! And you're all mine! Mine! Forever and ever mine alone!"

Even if there had been any reason, they could not have stopped at this point. They had waited so long! They had dated for four years before getting married. When they first met, Douglas had been the patronizing tennis teacher just out of the army, teaching tennis for something to do while he waited for a post in the diplomatic service. Prudence had wanted to brush up on her game during summer vacation from college and, incidentally, meet the handsome Douglas Harper the neighborhood was raving about. She had met him and they had dated before he won his post and was transferred overseas. Yet whenever he came home, they dated almost constantly and a tender, passionate attraction grew stronger between them.