Anna Kournikova laughed to her two companions, put her bag on the floor and hurried to the girls' room.

It was just minutes before Flight 356 of American Airlines would take off from Dubai International Airport.

The Russian was in the wealthy oil-state to play some exhibition matches that surrounded this year's official World Tennis Association tournament. Her back was still not up to the task of playing full competition, but some single-setters in a more relaxed atmosphere were no big problem, especially because she had her personal physiotherapist at hand. The organizers made no problem of paying it all, on top of her sizable fee: tickets for her, the physio and her bodyguard. A one-week stay at a top-class hotel. A limo with driver to bring them everywhere they wanted... After all they had as much money as the ocean was deep, and having Anna Kournikova on your tournament, EVEN just the exhibition part, brought considerable worldwide prestige.

Anna had not accepted the invitation just for the money, though. From the tournament of two years ago, she remembered the great time she had had shopping in the exclusive local Super Mall. All the players would get the opportunity to shop around in that palace of decadence. It seemed like the pinnacle of the world's haute couture, jewelry and other lifestyle-stuff was gathered there. Truly the favourite habitat for the expensive Russian. And in return for a couple of pictures of her checking out some stuff (unpayable publicity!), she could even choose some items and get them for free! Such that, also THIS year, Anna had walked away with quite a few exclusive robes and & rings...  Yep, those sheiks surely knew how to get the top of the WTA, both in skill and looks, to grant them a visit!

At the moment she wasn't wearing any of that fancy stuff, though. 'Low profile' was the clue if a celebrity wanted to travel somewhat relaxed. So Anna had put on training pants and a corresponding running jacket, both in rather anonymous grey colour. Although her perfect figure and proportions were still apparent, her heavenly legs were hidden and would not glue countless eyes to them. Her own striking eyes, she covered with a pair of dark sunglasses. Standard procedure for a celebrity of her calibre. Only the two beautiful long ponytails, dangling down on either side of her head, gave a clue. And a closer look would still reveal her cute little nose & and ears, the luscious mouth and the softness of her face. But, certainly under these circumstances, people around are mostly too busy to really pay attention. Except maybe from time to time a bachelor on the lookout.

" - DONG - Passengers for Flight 356, please go to gate 11 as soon as possible. The flight is on schedule and will take off at 17h50. Thank you!"

Anna hurried a bit more when she heard the announcement. Thankfully she was in good shape and wearing running shoes instead of high heels. It was a pleasure to those she passed by to see her frolicking through the masses, as light-footed as only youthful beauties can. She rushed past a cleaning team with their waste trolley, into the women's room.

When she returned to wash her hands, two servicemen of the cleaning team were busy, cleaning things up. Anna didn't pay much attention to them and put her hands under the water stream. She then bent over a little to put the water over her face, to freshen herself up. It had been a hot, humid day alright!

Suddenly it was as if the lights were turned off and someone pushed a fast-forward button; from one second to the other, everything went dark for Anna when someone put a bag over her head. Before she could even scream, her mouth was muffled.

"Mmmmmmhmhhmh!!"

A violent struggle followed; she tried to fight with her arms, aiming her elbows at the invisible enemy. But the man from the 'cleaning team' who was standing behind her, had her in a strong grip. Her arms were rendered completely immobile. In an ultimate adrenalin-driven attempt, she managed to kick his shins two times with her feet. The resulting unintelligible Arabic curse gave her a short sparkle of hope. 'They' had obviously underestimated her athletic abilities! She kept fighting, giving the best of herself to break through the grip, but the next moment she was nevertheless roughly thrown to the floor on her belly. The man landed on top, crushing her down, and a second person now completely immobilized her legs.

"Mmmmmmhmhhmh!!" It hurt!

Anna was a little groggy from the blow and remained silent now. As she slowly came to her senses again, she could clearly hear the laboured breathing of two men, and a few words were exchanged in Arabic. The confusion was soon replaced by immense panic when she could feel how one of the men started pulling down her pants! In no time, he managed to drag down the training pants to just below her ass. Anna tried to scream again but the sound was completely muted by the hand of his companion.

Were they going to rape her? Not here and at this very moment, in a crowded airport? This couldn't be happening!

For a few seconds, the men were talking to each other again. Then a couple of rough hands started kneading Anna's ass cheeks, and next her panties were also pulled down. A third hand joined in, groping at her defenceless tight golden globes. The men were discussing (probably her ass) and laughed. Full of fear, Anna was awaiting what would undoubtedly be the next step. A couple of scenarios whirled through her head, each of them even worse than the other. It was truly horrifying! When she was on the brink of hyperventilating, a totally unexpected sharp pain shot through her left butt cheek. Apparently, the guy sitting on her legs had stuck a needle into her and was injecting *something*. At least it was not the kind of 'injection' she had been anticipating...

It was to be Anna's last coherent thought. Slowly her consciousness started drifting away. Sights and sounds were gradually fading for our girl, and within less than a minute the Russian became a sleeping beauty.

Without even bothering to pull up her pants and panties, the two men picked Anna up and put her in some sort of sleeping bag. The bag was zipped up and deposited into the waste trolley. After checking with their third buddy who had been on the lookout outside, the well-trained team of abductors changed into cleaners again. They drove the trolley out of the restroom, and past a physio and bodyguard. Within a few minutes, the valuable cargo was on board of a truck towards unknown destination...

" - DONG - Could Miss Kournikova please report at the gate. Flight 356 is about to take off. I repeat: could..."

 

=> CHAPTER 2

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