OVERDRAWN: MOUNTAIN RETREAT

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 2 ]

The final leg of the drive to Nick’s mountain retreat was a pleasure in itself. He literally owned the entire mountain (well it was big hill/small mountain) and to get to the retreat Rex had to stop at a gate at the base of the mountain. After being identified on the video camera, Rex saw the gate open and drove their mini-van through the opening. He drove slowly along the gravel road, letting the pace set the tone for the rest of the relaxing week. It was a beautiful drive and the weather was perfect.

The kids had been watching a movie on the screen in the back of the van, but turned that off. They too were excited about the week vacation and watched the scenery roll by. The scrub oak gave way to a thick pine forest. On the way the family spotted wild life wandering the grounds, virtually tame in the safe environment that the retreat offered. Three-quarters of the way up, the right side of the road opened up to a spacious view of a hidden valley. They could see the lake and make out some of the buildings that made up their destination. From there, the road wound down into the valley, ending in a second gate. This time they were identified by a security guard who opened then gate and let them drive into the compound.

Rex and Liz stretched as they stepped out of the mini-van after the three hour drive from La Jolla. The kids bounded out, memories of past visits flashing through their minds. Heather looked precociously up at the big man that stood awaiting her. Expecting a maid, she haltingly asked, “Are you mine?”

The man was dressed in a black T-shirt that showed his strong chest, thick biceps, and rippling abs. He wore black pants as well, giving an image of an informally dressed butler awaiting his tiny charge. He smiled broadly at the 9-year-old and said, “I am waiting just for you, my little one. But, first, Master Nick wants to meet all of you.”

Heather giggled and said, “My bag is the red one.” She brushed past him like he had vanished.

Dan searched for his servant and found himself facing a tall, blonde woman. Like Heather’s man, she wore all black. The black tank top stretched across her D-cup tits with little buttons pressing through the thin fabric. In a year or two he might appreciate her figure at little more. For now he just noticed how her folded arms pressed her large breasts up and out. He noticed her, but did not notice his own body’s reaction as his little cock hardened at the sight. Two years ago he had a butler assigned to him. Where Heather had smoothly accepted the change in gender of her servant, Dan was a little more awkward. “Are you going to be my b…, um, maid?” he asked.

“I will be taking care of you this week, young man,” she replied formally. No one noticed that she dodged the question.

Dan shrugged and turned away from her. He looked over at Diana who had hauled her own bag out of the van with her and placed it at the feet of her butler. The 11-year-old stood staring at the handsome man that was hers for the week. She imagined a massage from him while wearing her new bikini. For this vacation she’d insisted on a new swimsuit, one that was as skimpy as Nina’s bikini was. She smiled at her butler and Dan snorted derisively. Just like his stupid sister to pay any attention to the hired help at all. He walked over to her, grabbed her arm, and pulled her over toward their parents.

Just like her younger siblings, Nina discovered her servant was of the opposite sex. Like Diana, she noticed the physique of her butler and brief adolescent fantasies chased through her mind. She did not, however, forget that the man was beneath her as she surveyed him and then turned away. Still, she knew there would not be any boys her own age around and the hunks that she saw attending them would be fun to flirt with.

There were two additional attendants, another man and another woman, equally attractive and equally toned as the other four. Though they didn’t distinctly pair off with either Rex or Liz, the two new arrivals knew that the two attendants were there to fulfill their every wish for the week. The woman, a striking brunette, motioned for them to follow, “Master Nick is waiting for you all. Please follow me.” She led the troop across the lawn and into the building that Nick called the Commons.

Nick was pleased to see them, immediately tearing himself away from his business and focusing his attention on them. “Great to see you, Rex, Liz,” he said. He shook Rex’s hand and gave Liz a kiss on the cheek and a firm hug. “And there they are,” he said as he looked at the four kids. “You’re all so much bigger, I wouldn’t know you if you weren’t with your parents.” One by one he ticked off their names, hugging the girls and shaking hands with Dan.

“Why don’t the four of you go find some fun,” he said to the kids. “Let me talk with your mom and dad for a little bit. You remember your way around I hope? Paul, Christopher, Tanya, and Alan will help you get settled.” He watched as the four adults led their young charges out the door and then motioned for Rex and Liz to sit.

With the kids gone, Nick appraised his two guests. He hadn’t seen Liz in two years and ran his eyes over her body, admiring her slender, muscled body. Being a warm summer day, she was lightly dressed, in just a T-shirt and shorts. The T-shirt was tied off right below her tits, showing off the tanned skin of her firm tummy.

Liz was used to getting the once over from other men. She knew she had the body to capture their eyes, but Nick’s gaze was a little longer than a once over. She remembered Nick as a gentleman who kept his distance, a sign of respect for Rex. In that brief moment that he’d mentally undressed her, she felt the distance had been closed some. She looked nervously at Rex, who seemed oblivious to Nick’s behavior.

“I’m glad you and the family could make it up for the week,” said Nick.

“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” said Rex. “You’ve always been a great host.”

“Yes, we appreciate the invitation and you certainly know how to treat guests,” said Liz. Despite the feeling she’d just had, she mouthed polite words to their host, certain that he’d meant nothing by the extended gaze.

Nick smiled at them. He was going to enjoy the next week far more than they were. He’d had to maintain a façade of friendliness toward Rex to get him up to his private retreat, but now that the six of them were there, he had no need for pretenses anymore. “I have some very special plans for this week,” said Nick, “but I think you’ll find the word host and guest are not exactly the right words to use.” Nick’s face hardened as he spoke, “Rex, you’ve been a good friend and a good businessman over the past few years. But, that’s in the past. You’re screwing me now and I don’t much appreciate it when somebody starts screwing with me.”

Liz looked in surprise at her husband. “What’s he talking about, honey?”

“A few investments went bad,” he said to her and turned his attention back to Nick. “Nick, after all we’ve been through, I thought I’d get a little more understanding from you. I thought we had a deal.”

“A few investments went bad,” snorted Nick. He looked at Liz, “He hasn’t told you, has he?” He looked back at Rex. “Haven’t told the wife that you’re a gambling addict?” Back to Liz, “He owes me over half a million and says he’ll pay up after his next big win. At the rate he’s been going lately, he’s not gonna have another big win.”

“Half a million, Rex?” she said to her husband.

“Yeah, but Nick, you said…”

“Shut up, Rex,” said Nick. “I said I’d wait for payment. But, I didn’t say I’d wait for the interest. I’m collecting the first of those interest payments this week.”

“I don’t have the money, Nick,” said Rex.

“No problem,” said Nick. “Money’s not the only way you can pay your debts around here. Mind you I’ll only take money for the principle, but there are other things you’ve got that I want that will do for a down payment on the interest.”

Liz didn’t miss the implication of that. Combined with the look that he’d given her, Liz understood Nick’s intent. “Shit, Rex, let’s get the kids and get out of here.” She started to rise, but strong hands held her down in the big chair. “Hey, let go of me,” she insisted.

Rex, too, reacted. Now that Liz had sounded the alarm, he didn’t like the feeling of isolation and the fact that his kids were out of sight. Nick had implied that they weren’t guests and guests definitely weren’t treated like this. His attempt to stand was also thwarted as he felt the weight of a big man on his shoulders. A thick arm went around his neck, choking him and holding him down at the same time. As he stopped struggling, the arm relaxed enough to let him breath.

“If you want out of here alive, bud, you’re gonna have to be a good boy and play the game with me,” said Nick menacingly. He glanced over his shoulder, drawing attention to a man with a gun. Rex was suddenly aware of the number of bodyguards in the room. One was holding him, one held Liz, there were a couple others behind Nick, and motion to either side of him told him there were even more. His blood ran cold as the threat sank in. They were not guests – they were prisoners and Nick wanted some form of payment from them. The enormity of the expected payment hadn’t hit him as it had Liz. As a woman, she was always aware of the vulnerability of her sex and how quickly she could be taken advantage of. The mere fact that Nick had brought her there and discussed payment made her realize that she was probably the payment. There was a small relief in the knowledge that her kids were not around, but there were two things wrong with her reasoning. First, she didn’t realize that she alone would not suffice for payment. Second, she still didn’t know she was on a Lolita bondage web site. And, attractive though she was, she wasn’t a Lolita.

Nick held out a leather collar, “Take it, Liz, and put it on.”

“Put it on what?” asked Liz, knowing the answer.

“Your neck, bitch,” said Nick. “Don’t act stupid.”

“Nick!” said Rex with surprise. “That’s my wife you’re talking to.” His eyes widened as the grip around his neck tightened again. “Accck,” he said just before the grip loosened again.

“Shut up, asshole,” said Nick. “New rules. Don’t speak unless spoken to and don’t forget to call me Master Nick.” He stared at Rex for a few seconds to make sure his point was made and then looked back at Liz. “The collar, bitch.”

Liz looked briefly at the leather collar she held. It looked just like a dog collar, except for three black lumps on the outside. The black plastic lumps were about an inch long and half an inch high, and were spaced evenly around the collar. She examined the latch and figured out that once it went on, she could easily take it off. “What about my children?” she asked, wanting to make sure that they were safe.

“Put it on, or I’ll put it on Nina,” said Nick, taking away any bargaining room Liz thought she might have. His threat was carefully worded to make it seem like she had a choice between herself as the payment or Nina as the payment. What she didn’t know was that he had another collar for her daughter, too.

Liz was momentarily satisfied that her children were safe. The woman’s hands trembled as she brought the collar up to her own throat and wrapped it around. She looked purposefully at her husband as she pulled it tight and then fastened it, pointedly telling him with her eyes that it was his fault she was being treated like this. The feel of the leather was demeaning, just as it was meant to be, telling her that she had just become a pet for Nick. She hoped it was just for the day, but didn’t know for sure. Her hopes were dashed when the hands on her shoulder suddenly tightened, holding her down firmly and the only woman bodyguard in the room approached her. Liz saw a little padlock in the woman’s hands and as she felt it click into place on the collar, she changed her mind about being able to take the collar off any time she wanted.

“Got one for you, too, asshole,” said Nick as he tossed a thicker collar to Rex. It landed in his lap and he caught it to keep it from sliding off. Nick looked in his eyes. “Hmmm, thinking about being brave when Bruno lets go of your throat? Gonna jump up and fight them all? Don’t try it. I’d prefer you weren’t bruised, but they’ll do it if they have to. I’d prefer you weren’t dead, but dead sends a certain message to other of my business partners who might think about screwing me. Put the collar on and don’t try anything.” He nodded his head at Bruno.

The arm disappeared from Rex’s neck and he thought briefly about a fight for freedom, but Nick was right. With no other option, he fastened the collar around his neck and let the woman padlock it permanently in place.

Nick nodded at the collective body of guards and they descended upon the two new slaves. Caught unawares and afraid for their lives, the two could only sit still as they each had a rope tied to their right arm, run under the big stuffed chair, and tied to their left arm. A second rope was tied to an ankle, run behind the chair, and tied to the other ankle. They were bound helplessly into the big chairs. When Nick returned his attention to the captives, he said, “Katrina, you stay, the rest of you can go now.” That left only Nick and the female bodyguard in the room.

Nick waved a little black box around, making sure they could see it. “I need your cooperation for the week,” he said. “I’m not asking for it. I’m telling you. You will cooperate or else. You understand?”

“Cooperation with what?” asked Rex.

“Everything, asshole,” said Nick. “I said that wrong,” he shook his head as he chided himself. “Cooperation is the wrong word. You’re my slaves for the week and you’ll do everything you’re told. I won’t even give you another option. There is no or else. When I say jump, don’t ask how high, just jump. If you don’t, I’ll make you do it. Got it?”

“This doesn’t fix anything,” said Rex.

“What about the kids?” said Liz at the same time.

Nick answered them one at a time. “This makes your interest payments, asshole, but you’re right about it not fixing anything. After the week is over, you still owe me half a million dollars. As for your kids,” he turned to Liz. “They’ll be getting their own collars shortly.”

“No!” shouted Liz. “Aaaaeeeeee, aaggghh,” she screamed as Nick pushed a button on the box he held. She jerked against the ropes that held her hands down. Her eyes widened at the pain that emanated from the collar around her neck.

Nick smiled. “Shock collar, bitch,” he said. “Wanna argue some more?” His thumb was poised over the button again.

“Not the kkkk, aaaaaa,” she attempted to argue.

“Stop it!” said Rex. “Aaaaaaaa, gggaaa,” he added, getting his first taste of the pain. His hands instinctively reached for his throat, but didn’t move from their bound position. He tensed against the ropes, pulling pointlessly.

Horror shot through Liz’s mind and body on the heels of the pain. She was tied to a chair, collared, and at the mercy of a vindictive asshole. They were miles from anywhere, expected to be gone for a week, and no one knew where they were. She saw her own vulnerability and imagined what Nick could do with her for a week. Her husband could do nothing to protect her and they were cut off from the resources of their home, money, and everything else. And, if that wasn’t bad enough, Nick said he had collars for the kids, too. She turned to Rex and said, “The kids!” Then she choked in pain as Nick silenced her again.

Rex was still pulling on the ropes, hoping beyond hope that something would give. He had the same terrible feeling as his wife and her last exclamation to him only served to heighten it. He had three innocent daughters that he had worked hard to protect from the harsh realities of the world. But, he had no such innocence and images of them collared didn’t stop there. He knew what the stakes were.

Katrina stepped toward Rex. Running her hands up his straining arms, she said, “I love watching a man struggle like that. I especially love it when he can’t do a thing about it. Master Nick says I get to train you this week. We’re going to have some fun, boy toy, aren’t we? You gonna make Mistress Katrina happy?”

“Get aw-akkkk,” said Liz, protesting the woman’s proximity to her husband.

Katrina was a beautiful woman. At 5’ 4”, she was compact, athletic, and very domineering. She turned back to Nick and took the box from his hands. She pressed her face close to Rex’s face and said, “I guess wifey poo doesn’t like me fussing over her little man, does she?” Rex felt the woman’s hand run up his left arm, the arm that Liz could see. “But, I just love a strong arm, and a strong chest.” Her hand ran over Rex’s chest, down to his waist, and up again, but now underneath his T-shirt. “Wanna know what I think of wifey poo?” she cooed in Rex’s face.

Rex was afraid to move or speak. He simply sat, a boy toy for the woman who owned him now. One wrong move and he’d get shocked. He was imminently aware of that small box in the woman’s hand as she rubbed it against his right arm.

“Give me a kiss, boy toy,” said Katrina. She leaned forward.

Rex turned his head to the side, looking at his wife. “Aaaaa, God, Jesus Christ,” screamed Liz as Rex watched her. His head jerked forward again in amazement. He’d expected the pain in his own throat. He was eye to eye with the lovely, but dangerous brunette. Her breath was warm and sweet on his face. He hesitated, knowing what was expected of him. It was torment for him, knowing that he was being used as torment for his wife. He felt the pressure of the box on his arm as Katrina pushed Liz’s button again. “Aaaaaa.” He put his lips on Katrina’s and felt her push her tongue into his mouth, taking him against his will.

Katrina broke the kiss and said, “Well, so boy toy can learn, can’t he. Not much of a kisser, but I’ll give you an A for effort. It’s a start. Wonder what I’ll have you doing by the end of the week.” Katrina strolled over in front of Liz and pulled her tank top up and off, displaying a firm set of tits the size of grapefruit to the captive woman. “Think I’ll get the boy toy to suck on these now.” She strolled back over to Rex and pushed her bare tits into his face. “Do it for the wifey,” she said.

Rex obliged his mistress, too afraid to not suckle on the big nipples so close to his face. He heard Katrina softly whisper, “Damn, I wish you hadn’t done that. I kind of liked making the bitch scream.”

Katrina straightened up and walked back in front of Liz. “Now, I want you to suck on my tits, bitch, or else,” she waved the box prominently, letting Liz know what the ‘or else’ was. Liz wasn’t exactly bent on revenge on her husband, but she also wasn’t very eager to suck on another woman’s tits. So, when Katrina leaned close enough for Liz to suck on them, the mother of four simply stared at the bare tits. “You know what’s gonna happen if you don’t suck,” said Katrina, her eyes wandering over to Rex as she pointed the box at him.

Rex grit his teeth in preparation for the pain. To his surprise, Liz screamed, “Aaaaa, kkkk, God Almighty.”

Rex could hear Nick chuckling. “Thought I’d make my precious boy toy scream, bitch?” asked Katrina. “I like doing you better. Now, please don’t suck my tits, because I want to make you scream again. I like it.” She leaned forward, daring Liz. The bound woman leaned her head forward as far as she could, pressing her lips against Katrina’s nipple and sucking on it. She wasn’t going to risk the pain again.

Nick chuckled again and said, “See, bud, there’s a little lesbian in all of ‘em. She looks like she’s enjoying it, doesn’t she? I know I’m enjoying the show. Cha-ching, there goes a payment toward your interest. Damn, it’s gonna be a fun week… well, maybe not for you two.”

Katrina untied the two and as she did, male bodyguards magically appeared again, their presence cowing Rex and Liz into obedience. Nick started toward the door, “Let’s go see what the kids are up to.”

While Rex and Liz were learning their place for the week, the kids were being led a little further down the rosy path of being guests. Dan’s “maid” and the girls’ “butlers” got them sodas and snacks. Then, the four of them changed into swimsuits and headed for the pool to swim some laps. Practice in the pool was part of their agreement with their parents in exchange for a fun weekend of luxury at the retreat.

So, when Nick, Rex, and Liz along with the entourage of bodyguards went looking for the kids, they were still at the pool. As they caught sight of the kids, Nick said, “I want you to know that just because the kids are around doesn’t mean that you’re not still slaves and still subject to absolute obedience. And, I still have the control box for your collars.” He knew that the two parents hadn’t had a strict enough indoctrination that they would obey him absolutely. The concept of slavery had hardly had a chance to settle into their minds yet. But, they soon would know just what he was talking about.

As they got to the edge of the pool, Nick said, “Alan, take care of Dan now.” The big man moved swiftly to grab the surprised 11-year-old boy. Christopher pulled the boy’s hands behind him and cuffed them and then did the same to the boy’s ankles. Dan sputtered and shouted at them to stop, but to no avail. The small boy’s struggles were useless. Too many of Nick’s bodyguards were too close for Rex to even think about trying to defend his son. To top of the boy’s bondage, a large weight was attached to his ankle cuffs. Alan casually tossed the helpless boy into the pool where he sank like a stone.

Now Rex did move, trying to push past the guards to dive in to save his son. But he was seized and held firmly. Nick turned to Liz and said, “Get every stitch of clothes off now, bitch, and Alan will pull the boy out.”

Liz hesitated just a second. Once this was done, there would be no hiding from the kids the fact that this was not your typical family vacation. She looked at her three daughters. Nina was staring at her, while Heather and Diana stared at the spot where Dan had just disappeared. She quickly yanked her T-shirt over her head and skinned off her shorts. Almost as one she kicked off her shoes and shorts. She was barely aware of Rex’s struggles as she focused on the fact that she was the only one who could save their son. There was no hesitation as she fumbled for the catch of her bra and pulled it free. Last, she slid her panties down, completing the job of stripping in less than 20 seconds.

Nick was happy with Liz’s quick reaction. He hadn’t wanted to lose the boy that quickly. He planned to use him as a lever for the whole week, but if Liz hadn’t reacted, Nick would have been forced to let the boy drown just to prove his point. Now he knew that Liz was beginning to get the idea of her situation.

Alan dove into the water and pulled up the heavily weighted boy. Dan gasped as his head cleared the surface and then he screamed. The broad valley absorbed the shrill sound. Nick knew that even a gunshot would not penetrate to the edges of his property, much less a boy’s scream. As the confused and frightened boy was pulled out of the water, he stared at his nude mother.

“Nick, this has gone…aaaaaaa, aaaggg,” said Rex, his voice ending in a straggled gasp.

“Did somebody speak to you, asshole?” asked Nick.

Rex shook his head.

Nick turned to Liz and said, “Put your hands on top of your head or else.” Her hands had been covering her tits and pussy, but now sprang to the top of her head.

“What’s going on?” yelled Nina. Everything had turned topsy-turvy in seconds and nothing made sense anymore. The poor girl didn’t really want to know what was going on. She wanted it to stop and return to normal. But, the men standing around her all looked at her like she had Lolita stamped on her forehead and she was on a Lolita bondage web site. When she found out that was what was going on, she wasn’t going to be a happy camper.

Coming Soon

Dan’s eyes bug out at the unexpected predicament of his twin sister. And, Nina thought her bikini was revealing… Liz says, “I never thought about doing that to my tits.” Heather says, “You want me to what?”