The shorter man looked upon the sight on the deck below and swallowed. Then he licked his lips and looked at his partner.

"Some piece of work, these babes, ain't they?"

The taller man didn't answer. They have been waiting for almost ten minutes to see if there were any other threats beside the skipper and the cameraman who was tied up and gagged in his cabin, but apparently there were none. Only them, the four voluptuous young women tanning obliviously on the deck, and their job. He took the photo again from his pocket, just to be on the safe side.

"Yup" he thought "Short, blonde, big breasts, cute, sharp nose, that's her."

He returned the photo to his pocket and tapped his partner on the shoulder.

Wordlessly, they jumped down, their guns drawn, amidst the tanning girls.

"What the... !"

"Captain Harry!!"

"Who the fuck... ?!"

"Help... !!"

The screams stopped abruptly as the shorter guy fired his gun at the sky.

"Now everybody be cool, OK?" he said, obviously enjoying the situation.

"Your captain is tied in his cabin, there's no one around for hundreds of miles from here, so shuttin' up and obeyin' seems like a good idea to me, OK?"

Two of the women nodded, the others just stared at him with disbelief.

"You are comin' with us." He said to the blonde. "The rest of you stay here."

"What?" the blonde exclaimed, her voice thick with more anger than fear. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you know who I am? My name is Danielle A..."

"Shut up, big tits, I'm holdin' a gun here!" he interrupted, waving his gun at her.

"Oops, you all have big tits here, so you don't know who I was talkin' to, eh?" he laughed at his cleverness "Well, y'all just shut up, and everytin' will be cool, OK?"

The taller man spoke for the first time.

"It wouldn't hurt you to shut up as well." He said dryly "I'm going to mess their radio and check the charts. Tie them up, and get our cargo ready. Try not to cum when you touch them, willya?."

He left for the cabin, leaving his partner with the girls. A tall, dark haired girl smiled at the last remark, her expression freezing when she saw the shorter guy looking at her, enraged.

"What are you smiling at?!" the shorter man yelled and slapped her face, striking her down. A pleasant looking brunette leapt to her.

"Are you OK, Linsey?" she asked, concern in her voice. Her friend just nodded.

"Now don't fuck around with me, y'all! You!" he grabbed the tall girl by her wrist, and twisted her around. Then he produced a pair of handcuffs from a pouch which was tied to his thigh, and quickly cuffed her hands behind her back.

"Now you!" he said to the blonde. In a few short minutes the four women were kneeling on the deck, their hands tied behind their backs. He looked at them, and shifted his crotch.

"Mike, you finished?" he yelled at the cabin.

"Ten more minutes or so. Just wait and watch over them, I'll be with you when I'm done." Came the reply from the yacht's bowels.

"Yeah... I'll watch over them, alright..."

"You!" he said the pleasant faced brunette "What's your name?"

"Autumn." She said, her voice trembling.

"Autumn? What a stupid name... Is this a... watchu call 'em... a fake name? Like Marilyn Monroe is actually Norma Jean or sometin'?"

"A stage name." One of them corrected him coldly.

"Yeah... Yeah... a stage name. Mike said sometin' 'bout you being porn stars of sometin? "

They didn't answer. A cold tension filled the air, causing the girl called Autumn to shiver as she felt him standing behind her.

"Yeah... now I remember... He did said you were in porn... ? Any of you know Jenna Jameson? She's a hottie... Someday I'd like to..."

"Look, we just do some nudies, OK?" Linsey interrupted.

"Nudies, eh?" he said. "Well, 'Autumn', why don't I check your nudies?"

He put the gun in the holster, and sent his hands to her breasts, cupping them.

"It's me you wanted, so let go of her or I'll scream!!" Said Danielle sternly.

"Oh, yeah? And who's gonna hear, you bitch?"

"Your partner, he's not an asshole like you..." Linsey said defiantly.

He paused a moment, knowing there was some truth in their words. Mike warned him not to mess with the girls before they left for the job, and he promised to behave. But how could he know that the chicks would be this hot? They were, after all in porn, weren't they? Wasn't some grabbin' what they did for a living?

His hand dived into his pouch, and he pulled ribbons made of rags. Taking Advantage of their awkward position, he quickly gagged them, slapping Danielle and Autumn who tried to scream.

"Everything's OK up there?" Mike asked from below.

"Yeah, they tried givin' me some hard time, but we're fine now." He yelled back. For a few seconds he paused, trying to listen whether the other man was coming, and when he was certain that he'd still have a few minutes alone with them, he added in a lower, evil voice:

"No... no one's goin' to give ME a hard time, right?"

Autumn shivered again as she felt his body kneeling behind her. His hands suddenly cupped her bikini clad breasts again, and she screamed into her gag as he started to knead the cloth covered flesh.

"Ooh, baby, you're so hot..." he whispered in her ear, licking it occasionally.

She bit her gag as tears started to stream down her cheeks. She felt his hand untying her bikini top, and his hands resumed the pawing, only this time with direct contact to the soft, full, flesh.

"You're a big girl, 'Autumn'... You like me touchin' your big titties? You like me pinchin' your big nippies?"

Every few seconds, he'd stop and listen for trouble. When he heard none, the man resumed fondling her big breasts, whispering horrible, humiliating nonsense in her ears. She was surprised, then, when after one of his pauses, he didn't resume pawing her. Instead, he raised her cuffed hands up, forcing her head and shoulders to mash against the hot deck.

"Good girl..." he said.

Her heart almost stopped when his hands grabbed her bikinis and pulled them down her thighs, exposing her nakedness. She instinctively tried to resist, but was in no position to do so, as he simply slammed her head down at the back, and continued. She felt the cloth go down her thighs, past her knees and after a few seconds, she was totally naked, kneeling below him.

"MMMMMM!!!"

"MMMmmmoooooiiiiimmmm!!!!"

Her friends screamed in rage into their gags, but were helpless to prevent him from spreading her thighs and take out his erect penis, and they knew they were helpless to prevent what's next.

They were almost as surprised as he was when for split second, his body was traveling through the air, and then, in a loud splash, hitting the water. Mike now stood over the naked, still trembling Autumn.

"You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" Mike said.

"I'm gonna get you for that!" the other man said, swimming toward the yacht.

"What were you going to do, Rod? Rape her? And leave the police a sample of your semen? Just HOW stupid can you get, Rod?"

Mike stood over the ladder, pointing his gun down at his wet partner.

"You're going to behave?" he asked calmly.

The other man just nodded, defeated.

"Good. Now let's get Mrs. Danielle Ashe out of here."

She has lost track of time in the following days. They have taken her in a small boat, then a car, followed by a small plane and finally, a helicopter. A hood masked her eyes most of the time, and she suspected they even drugged her as well. They didn't molest her or abused her in any way as she initially feared. It was obvious that the taller guy, whose name she forgot, was in control, and luckily for her, he treated her well, and made sure his partner stay away from her. He gave her privacy when she showered, made sure she was comfortable, and generally behaved as close to a gentleman as an armed kidnapper could get.

"That's it, Mrs. Ashe." Said the taller guy, and took off her hood. It was the first sunlight she has seen since she was kidnapped, and its intensity, coupled with the dry heat blinded her for a few seconds. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw they were in a big, old castle-like mansion, surrounded by palm trees. There were people around, who toiled the trees, wearing unfamiliar colorful robes whose complexion was deep and weather beaten. The dry, hot air was silent except for the drone of a generator, which hummed in the background.

It suddenly dawned upon her that she was taken out of the states.

"Danny!" a voice called.

She turned toward the voice, and saw a young man, wearing an oversized black suit waving her from the front door of the mansion.

"Danny!" the man exclaimed again, and hurried toward her. When he reached them he shook Mike's hand.

"Thank you so much!" he said to the tall guy, with a light accent.

"... and thank you for coming! It is so exciting to meet you face to face."

She just smiled a feeble smile. The whole situation was so strange, she simply stood there, shocked.

"Here..." the man took a pile of bills from the pocket of his oversized suit, and handed them to Mike. "No need to count, it's all there..."

"I'll count it anyway, with your permission." Mike's fingers quickly leafed through the bills until he was satisfied.

"Goodbye Mr. Ospadad." With that he turned back, and started walking toward the helicopter."

A sense of dread and desolation filled her. Even though Mike had kidnapped her, he was the only person she knew in this strange place.

"Wait!!" she suddenly screamed and started running after him, her feet raising small dust clouds. He turned back for a moment, then resumed walking. Two servants charged at her, and she soon felt strong hands gripping her as she screamed in despair. As the men held her, she saw the helicopter raise a small dust storm, and then disappearing into the sky, leaving her behind, in the baking desert.

"Want a cookie?" asked the young man happily.

She started to cry.

"Why are you crying?" asked the young man.

She couldn't believe the absurd question.

"What?" she asked, pausing her sobs for a moment.

They were in the house now, and the air was cooler.

"I asked, 'why are you crying?'. The name is Billy, by the way. "

She ignored his extended arm, and looked around. The house seemed like a glorified version of a teenage room: Music, wrestling and comix posters decorated the walls, and an assortment of high-tech toys, miniatures and magazines was stashed about. What shocked her most, though, were pictures and posters of her. They were everywhere. It seems that this man had copied scores of her adult pictures, scanned them, printed them, and put them for display on the walls.

"Omygosh..." she murmured.

"I knew it!" he exclaimed "I knew you'll love them!! Ha! The servants hate them, but I knew you'll be proud."

Again she started crying.

"What?" Billy seemed surprised and confused "Why are you crying?"

"Why am I crying? WHY AM I CRYING YOU STUPID, SICK, FUCK?! YOU KIDNAPPED ME, BROUGHT ME HERE TO GOD KNOWS WHERE..."

"Turkemanstan. We're in Turkemanistan." He interrupted.

"SHUT UP! YOU KIDNAP ME, BRING ME TO THIS HELLHOLE, AND YOU HAVE THE FUCKING NERVE TO ASK ME 'WHY ARE YOU CRYING?' JUST HOW STUPID ARE YOU, ANYWAY?!"

"Don't call me stupid." He said in a low voice, which startled her.

She said nothing, just collapsed on a nearby sofa, sobbing.

"Don't cry..." he said softly "Give me some time. If you know me enough time, I know you'll love me. I know it in..."

"I'LL WHAT?" the meaning of his words suddenly dawned upon her. "Is that why you have brought me here? To be some kind of sex slave? "

"Oh no!" he assured her "Stay here for a while, learn to know me, and then we'll marry." He genuinely sounded relieved.

"It WILL be a cold day in hell when I marry you, or let you touch me for that matter! Oh, and by the way, I am married, asshole."

"Believe me," he seemed suddenly very self assured "When you get to know me, you'll forget about the other guy. No woman in the world can resist me, as my grand mother used to say."

She looked at him with disbelief and disgust.

"Jesus." She muttered.

The sun was high in the sky as they sat down for a light meal. The heat sent its long tentacles into the shady house, and they both precipitated as the food was brought to the table. Stress has always made Danny hungry, and today was no exception: she quickly wolfed the spicy rice and lamb, drawing strange, almost hostile from the servants.

"I want to go home." She stated, after her hunger has subsided.

"Why, you are at home." He said.

Danny looked into his eyes, searching for sarcasm or malice, but found none. He was simply a madman. A moronic madman, she decided.

"You know what I mean. To the states. Home."

"Oh. THAT home. I don't miss it at all. I like it here."

Curiosity got the better of her for a minute.

"You were in the states? "

"I'm an American, just like you." He said.

"What are you doing here, then?"

"Well, a few months ago, I won the lottery. Not a large sum of money, only a few hundreds of thousands of dollars. I went to visit my grandmother's family here, and fell in love with the place. Most of the people here are distant cousins of mine, and I picked up the language pretty quick, 'cause my grandmother used to speak it at home."

"So you... what... bought this house or something?"

"The village. Along with the people. And most important, the water." He looked rather pleased with himself.

"What did you do in America? Business?"

"Oh no. I was the manager of a mail delivery system in a private investigation firm. 'Like Nash Bridges, only private', that how my boss used to say to me."

"' The manager of a mail delivery system'? what's that?" she asked.

"I made sure everyone in the office received their mail. And their coffee."

"How long have you been a mail clerk?" she asked.

"I wasn't that, I told I was the manag..."

"Yes... Yes..." she interrupted "How long have you been delivering the mail? And the coffee?" she added with sarcasm.

"That's two questions..." he smiled. "I started managing the mail when I joined there, that makes it... eight years ago..."

"Eight years... ? How old are you?"

"I'll be twenty one in two weeks" he smiled "... and the coffee, four years ago, when Mrs. Jenkins left."

"So you... left school?"

His expression became pained a little.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean anything. 'They only teach you rubbish there. Life is the best school'" he quoted someone she didn't know. His grandmother, she figured.

"So, how do I leave here?" she changed the subject, confusing him a little.

"What?" he asked, obviously buying time.

"Is there a bus? A train?"

"Uh... no... no... There's this huge desert surrounding us. This is an... O... Oasis. yes. Most people live and die here. There's caravan once in two weeks. Why?"

How stupid can this guy be? She thought.

"Just curious."

"I see. So, what do you want to do now? Do you want to ride? I know you like riding, I read it on your site..."

"In this heat? I'd rather not. I'd like to change. And take a shower please."

"Well, I have bought you some clothes." He stated proudly "They are in a room upstairs."

"How did you know my measurements... ?" she suddenly realized how: the whole world knew her measurements. "Don't tell me. I know. My stupid site."

"Stupid? I think it's awesome! I even bought a satellite dish, so I can watch your site from here!"

"You know my site will stop now." She lied.

"Stop? But why?" He seemed shocked.

"Because I'm here. How can my photos be taken?"

Obviously he never thought of it.

"Oh." He said, disappointed.

"You'll have to let me go if you want my site to go up..."

He started brooding for a few minutes, concern clouding his face. Then his face suddenly lit up and he exclaimed:

"Hey, if I have you here, it's better than the site, right? It's the real thing! I can watch your boobies when I feel like! Heck, I can even touch them, cool!"

"LIKE HELL YOU WILL!"

"Why not?" He seemed hurt.

"Why not?" she repeated the question. "Why not?"

"Yes, why not? You let the whole world see them, why not me?" His voice was croaked.

"Because..." she was at a sudden loss for words "... because I don't just flash my tits at everyone, that's why!"

"I'm not 'everyone', I'm Billy! Your friend!"

"Listen, you kidnap me..."

"For a good reason!" He said hotly "For a good reason! My grandmother said sometime you have to do bad in order to do good, you know? "

She sighed. Talking to this overgrown child had the same effect as talking to a car which won't start.

"I see that you are considering it. Just think about it, OK?" He said.

"No." She said.

"But why?"

It was hopeless. She tried a different approach, more suitable for children.

"Because."

"My grandmother says that's not an answer."

"Well, it's the best you're going to get. I want to take a shower now."

"You can't. It's the men's time now."

"What? Men's time?"

"Yes. In the village spring. People don't bath much here, so they don't build showers or bathrooms. When someone wants to take a dip, they go to the spring. During the day, the men use it, and during the evenings, the women. I could have them leave, if you want."

"You mean you don't have a shower here? Or a bath?"

"No... no... it's a very old house. The custom is that when people here want to bath, they do it in the spring."

Danny was speechless and frustrated. On one hand, she felt dirty from hours of sweating and days of wearing the same clothes. On the other hand, she obviously didn't want to go to bath with the men, or have them moved from the spring. She felt that stepping on people's toes, especially when she intended to escape, wasn't smart.

"Oh, never mind. I'll wait." She heard herself say. "Say, what's with the air condition? Why is it so hot in here?" Absent mindedly, she wiped another bead of sweat off her brow.

"I have an air conditioner in the bedroom. It's good enough for me, I dunno. Do you want to play a game? Or to ride?" He asked.

"Ride? Not in this heat, no. What kind of game?"

"I don't mind. Risk, Stratego, monopoly, I don't care. I can beat you in all of them... " He grinned.

She sighed. Kidnapped thousands of miles from home and locked by a love sick, moronic, lunatic what were her options?