With her limbs still clamped in the tight embrace of the leather straps Gemma was still utterly helpless as the van braked to a halt for the second time and its doors thrown open. The mute, blind package of naked girl whimpered in horror as several people climbed in and expert hands began to release the webbing tie-downs that held her in the centre of the floor. Unable to move, let alone make any resistance, Gemma gasped and panted as her bound body was maneuvered onto what she could only assume was the same trolley used to transport her from Mike's cottage to the van and she sobbed in despair, guessing that she must have arrived at wherever Roxwell planned to hold her captive. Lying on her left side with her limbs cramped from the lengthy bondage, horribly aware of a gentle breeze playing across her naked flesh and cooling the damp patches of sweat staining her body, Gemma strained her ears for any clue to her location.
The feet of her captors crunched on gravel, then scuffled across concrete or brick but aside from those sounds, the night was quiet ... ominously quiet. Gemma realized that there was no sound of traffic or of any of the other noise which was always present in the vicinity of cities or towns. She must be far away from civilization ... and far from any possibility of help or rescue. Keys rattled in a lock and the sound galvanized Gemma into a desperate series of heaves and lunges as she struggled to free herself before her captors imprisoned her behind whatever door the lock secured.
Cool, strong hands pressed down on her shoulders and thighs holding her with contemptuous ease and she shuddered in misery, realizing that she hadn't a hope of escaping. The trolley glided forward, its wheels hissing across a smooth, flat surface, and Gemma knew that she was inside a building. What building it might be, or where it was, she had not the slightest idea and she panted rapidly, a prey to her fears as she was propelled deeper into Roxwell's domain.
The trolley stopped, but then to her disbelief began to descend. She must be in a lift. Going down and down, deep beneath the earth. By the time the descent came to an end, Gemma was in a state of complete and abject terror. If she was underground, she'd never be able to escape from whatever this place was. Confused and disorientated, she whimpered in despair as she was wheeled onwards, but at last her journey ended and she was lifted from the trolley then set on her bottom on a coarsely-carpeted floor.
Her blindfold was removed and she stared up at the four people standing over her; Roxwell and her three handlers.
"Welcome to your slave quarters, Gemma." Roxwell beamed. "This is where you will spend some of your time while you are undergoing training." He turned to the three silent handlers, "Untie her ankles and release her elbows, but leave her wrists."
The handlers did as he ordered then stood back, watching impassively as Gemma winced and groaned while the blood returned to her numbed arms and legs.
"There." Roxwell grinned. "That's better, isn't it? Good. Now, listen carefully and I'll explain what's going to happen to you."
Gemma was in no mood to listen and scrambled to her feet, her eyes wild as she sought for some way to escape the predicament she was in. The door behind Roxwell was wide open and, never giving a thought to the consequences of her action, Gemma made a dash for it.
She didn't even get close, the handlers anticipated just such an attempt, leapt forward, grabbing her before she'd even covered six feet. Dragged back to Roxwell and forced to her knees before him, Gemma wept in bitter frustration as he shook his head sadly.
"Oh dear, oh dear," he chided. "I see we are going to have to do this the hard way. What a pity, Gemma. I had hoped you were going to be sensible and accept your side of the deal, but I fear you are not. Very well then. You will have to be t