Chapter 3

Amanda awoke with a start ... there was someone in her room. Suddenly the lights came on and she saw several men with hoods on their heads and guns in their hands. Amanda started to scream when one of the men pointed his gun at her and said to be quiet.

"Get up and come with us," the leader said.

"What is this about ... who are you?"

"Shut up and get out of bed."

Amanda crawled out of bed and stood in front of the men. When she saw their eyes behind the masks staring, she realized she only had on her bra and panties. She blushed and covered her breasts and panty covered crotch. "Can I get some clothes?"

"No," the leader barked. "Here are some shoes," he said as he bent over and picked up a pair of high heels and tossed them toward Amanda.

Amanda was now too scared to protest. She put on the heels and moved toward the men. She didn't want to say anything about David in the other room in the hope that they would not know he was there. When they came out of her bedroom her heart sank when she saw David standing in his underwear between two large men.

"Mom's, what's going on?" David asked with great fear.

"I don't know son, just do what they say."

"Smart mother," the leader laughed.

Amanda and David's hands were tied behind them and they forced into a car waiting in back of the hotel. Two of the kidnappers sat on either side. Then they put blindfolds over their eyes. Amanda leaned close to her son to try and give him comfort. Unfortunately, she needed the comfort too. She had never been so frightened in her life.

The car twisted and turned for quite some time before it stopped. When it did, she and David were pulled out and taken into some type of building. Neither of them knew where they were. When the blindfolds were pulled off they both gasped. They stood in the middle of what could only be described as a medieval prison. It was a large room with very dim lights hanging like torches from the stone walls. Three of the men were there and they had taken off their masks. It was obvious that they didn't care if David or she saw their faces now. That sent a chill of dread through Amanda. They untied their hands and pushed both into a single cell. Inside the small cell there was a cot and a lone standing toilet. On the cot was one blanket. Then there was a large wooden bucket with a dipper that appeared to be for drinking water and one lone chair. The men closed the cell door and left Amanda and David alone in the room without saying another word.

"Oh God, Mom, what's going to happen to us?" David asked nearly in tears.

"I don't know, sweetheart, we have to be strong and not panic."

"What could they want with us?" David asked.

"My guess would be a ransom. But the fact that they let us see their faces scares me."

"Me too. But who would pay the ransom?"

"Well, Roland still has access to my money."

David looked at his mother with shock. "You mean you didn't cut him off?"

"I was going to, but time just got away from me. But it might be good that he has access. That way he can gather up the ransom."

"You think he would do that?"

"I don't know. We will have to wait and see. Unfortunately it doesn't look like we can break out of here."

David and Amanda sat down on the lone cot and hugged each other. Amanda was trembling as she leaned into her son's strong arms. Tears started to spill from her eyes.

"Don't cry, Mom, I'll think of something," David said bravely. Yet, he knew that not much he could do. The guards were burly men and looked very mean ... mean enough to kill them at any time.

"Listen David, don't do anything crazy. We have to ... we have to do whatever they want, no matter what that might be," she said, hoping he understood. She couldn't stand it if he resisted and got himself killed.

"Okay," he said, but it wasn't convincing.

"No, I mean it. We have to do what they want ... no resisting. They have complete control over us and could kill us and no one would ever know."

David nodded his head.

Later that morning, Amanda and David received plates of food. But the jailer said nothing when they demanded to be told why they were being held prisoner.

By the end of the day, no one had shown up to explain anything to them.

Neither Amanda nor David knew what time it was, only that it was dark outside. And Amanda had a problem ... she had to pee. There was a toilet conveniently near by, but it was sitting in the open. She looked at David and said, "Uh ... David, I ... uh have to use the bathroom."

David looked confused for a moment and then said, "Oh."

"Maybe you can watch out the cell door while I go," Amanda said.

"Uh ... yeah, sure, Mom."

David walked over to the cell door and turned his back to his mother.

A few moments later he heard the hiss of his mother relieving herself into the toilet. Amazingly David felt his cock start to stir in his shorts. He had to think of something else quick or he knew he would be very embarrassed when he turned around. Fortunately his mother finished before there was a noticeable tent in his shorts.

"If you have to go, I can stand at the door."

David realized that he did in fact have to go. "Thanks," he said and switched places with his mother. He stood over the toilet and waited. It was difficult to go with his mother just a few feet away. He almost sighed in relief when he started to pee.

Amanda heard urine splashing into the toilet. The sound was loud enough that she almost turned around. She wondered it he had a fire hose over there. In spite of herself she did turn her head. She stifled a gasp when she saw her son holding his cock in his hand. My God, she thought, where did he get a cock like that ... not from his father ... God rest his soul. She turned back before David finished, her face as red as a beet.

"Wow, I needed that," he said. Then he looked at his mother and blushed. "I guess we are going to have to get used to that ... I mean if we are locked up here for long," David said.

"You're right. Let's hope they contact Roland quickly."

"Well, I guess we had better get some sleep," Amanda said.