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“I think I’ll go with you.” She never took her eyes off of Bobby as she spoke.
“What are you doing?” Bobby demanded.
“I don’t know, what are you doing?” She retorted.
“I don’t know if that’s the best idea.” Roland added.
Helena stormed forward and grabbed the front of Bobby’s trunks, feeling the small but growing erection he was forming. He cried out and stepped back.
“What are you doing?” He screamed back.
“I knew it! You two!” She pointed at both Bobby and Selene.
“What? Helena, I would never!” Selene gasped, stepping in front of Bobby.
The Japanese girl backed right against Bobby, no doubt feeling his growing erection in his trunks, and there was a simmer of a smile across her face before she hid it.
“I can’t believe it! Did you come on this trip just to fuck my boyfriend!” Helena cried.
“What? No!” Selene gasped, but her hands were behind her back, against Bobby…
Against his dick.
“You two can’t even contain yourselves right now!” Helena gasped.
“Listen, babe!” Bobby stepped out from behind Selene, now pitching a full tent in his pants.
Everyone stopped to stare at it. Bobby stepped back behind Selene.
“I mean, this is for you…” Bobby shrugged.
“Me?” Helena demanded.
“You in that little… number…” He stammered.
“You know what, you two have fun!” Helena shrieked, turned around, and locked arms with Roland.
“Wait, where are you going?” Bobby stormed towards her, but she was already leading a bewildered Roland away from the beach.
“Forget it Bobby!” She screamed.
“But babe,” He hurried after them. “We… what about the rest of our vacation?”
“Fuck our vacation!” She turned back to him and screamed.
“But…” He stammered.
“You know, you enjoy Bali with your new girlfriend,” She gestured to Selene, who was pulling on Bobby’s arm. “I’m going to have my own vacation!”
“Wait but you can’t do that!” Bobby grabbed her arm but she pulled away.
“Yes I can! Now fuck off, I’ll see you on campus in the fall!”
“Helena be serious!” Bobby almost laughed.
“I am! Now get lost!” With that she turned away, heading down the beach with Roland.
“I… uh… I’m sorry that just happened.” Roland stammered, looking over his shoulder.
“I’m not.” She replied, and looked over her shoulder as well.
Behind them, Bobby and Selene were talking, growing smaller and smaller in the distance.
“Do you really want to do this?” Roland asked.
“Do what?” She responded.
“Come away with a strange man you just met?” He replied.
“I mean, the fact that he’s supposed to be my boyfriend and isn’t chasing after me isn’t a good sign.” She shrugged.
“No, I suppose you’re right.” Roland shrugged.
They were turning off the beach now, Bobby and Selene were nowhere in sight. Helena realized that she had forgotten her phone, but didn’t want to go back for it. She didn’t want to go back for any of her things. That would mean facing Bobby and Selene again.
For all intents and purposes, she was stranded in Bali with nothing but a skimpy bikini.
“Look, can I maybe crash at your place for a day or so? Maybe use your computer and phone? Once my Dad wires me money I can be out of your hair.” She said apologetically.
“You really meant what you said to him back there?” Roland smiled.
“I did, fuck him.” She pouted.
“I think I know a place for you to stay.” Roland answered.
“Oh really?” She asked.
“Yeah, and it’s not far. We can get you all set up.” He smiled at her.
They were in the parking lot, approaching a very large, very expensive looking truck.
“We?” She asked.
“I’m in imports and exports, I know people.” Roland laughed.
“Whatever you say.” She laughed back.
“Anyway, this is me.” He led her over to the truck, unlocked it, and opened the passenger door.
“Well thank you.” She smiled at him and stepped forward.
The inside of the truck was neat and spacious. She knew that a vehicle like this cost some serious money.
For picking up a random stranger on the beach, I hit the jackpot. She smiled, and gripped the sides of the truck to step in.
Then a hand clamped over her mouth.
“Mmmmph!” Helena cried as she was pushed up against the side of the truck.
Reflected in the truck mirror, she saw it was Roland who was grabbing her, using his hand to keep her quiet.
“Nnnnooh! Ummph!” She cried, trying to twist out of his grip.
Then she felt a pinch in her butt cheek, and looked down to see Roland pressing a needle into her buttock. His hand was on the plunger, having just injected whatever was in the syringe into her backside.
“Ummmpph…” She moaned, the edges of her vision already getting dark.
Then everything went black.
***
Must be rough waters. Helena thought, feeling the boat rock underneath her. They had been lucky so far on the trip, but it seemed their luck had run out.
I don’t remember hearing about a storm. She thought, feeling the boat shudder under her. Helena tried to ignore it and go back to to sleep, but her bed felt so hard and rough.
Then she realized she wasn’t in her bed.
As consciousness returned, Helena also started to realize that she wasn’t on the boat.
“Ummmphh…” She groaned.
Her eyelids felt like they each weighed a hundred pounds as she tried to open them, and she became aware of her bare skin on something hard and rough, bouncing under her.
A car! She was in a car!
Helena tried to sit up, and felt her hands taped behind her back. Looking down, she saw that her feet were taped together at the ankle.
“Hmmpm whhht!” She cried, realizing that several layers of duct tape were sealing her mouth shut.
“Mmmph!” She cried again, trying to take in her surroundings.
She was in the bed of a truck, the canopy pulled over top of it so that she was completely concealed. The sun still shined down through the black canopy pulled tight over her.
“Hrrgggh!” She grunted as the truck went over a bump.
Helena lifted her head and looked around, trying to remember how she ended up in this predicament.
I was at the beach…
Yes, there was a fight, between her and Bobby, and then…
A guy! Yes, that Roland guy, he said he would take her somewhere, and then…
Then nothing, then she woke up bound and gagged in the back of a truck!
“Hhhllllp! Hhllp!” She cried into her gag, doing her best to sit up in the limited room the canopy gave her.
She was still clad in her revealing bikini, which didn’t help her feeling of helplessness.
“Hlllph! Hmmmfff mmhh!” She cried again.
There had to be other cars, traffic or something? Would they hear her?
“Hhhmmmph! Hhhhlllp!” She cried again.
Think Helena, think! She pulled on her bound hands, but they were securely taped.
Someone has to be looking for me, right? I’m a tourist? After all, Bobby or someone else would get worried and start looking for her.
As more and more of what happened that day came back to her, she suddenly remembered telling Bobby not to look for her, and that she would find her own way home.
But he wouldn’t actually listen to that, right?
“Hmmmph! Mmmmm mmmggg gghmm!” She cried, and stamped her bound feet on the truck bed.
Helena struggled and kicked in the back of the truck for what felt like hours, but the tape held firm. Her bikini clad body became soaked in sweat from her struggles, and the black canopy above her trapped the heat, making the bound girl feel like she was being cooked alive.
Then she felt the truck slowing down.
“Hrrryy! Hmmmph! Hlllp!” She cried again, feeling the truck coming to a stop.
She wasn’t sure if there were people around, but she had to try.
Then the engine stopped, and she froze, listening.
A moment later, the back of the truck opened, and the canopy was ripped away, revealing Roland, the man from the beach, staring down at her bound form.
“Hmmmph! Mmmmmm gggmmph! Mmmph!” She mumbled into her gag as a smile spread across her face.
Without a word, he reached into the back of the truck and pulled her towards him.
“Mmmph! Nnnnooo! Gghhhth oohhhfff!” She tried to kick and fight, but Roland pulled her out of the bed and slung her over his shoulder.
As he carried her, she tried to take in her surroundings.
All that she saw was green jungle around her, but then she lifted her head to look over her shoulder as best she could, and saw a large, brick building looming over them.
A moment later Roland pushed open the door and carried the struggling, bikini clad Helena inside.
“Hmmmpph gggmmph! Mmmph!” She moaned as they entered a long, narrow, dimly lit hallway.
She was answered by a chorus of other moans and cries echoing throughout the corridor.
Looking around, she saw that the hallway was lined with heavy, metal doors, each of them had a slit near the top lined with metal bars.
Women were peering out of those bars at her as she passed, and each of them looked to be gagged just like her.
“Nnnnooo! Nhmmph!” She moaned again, looking at each gagged woman as they watched her be carried down the hallway.
Roland brought her through another door way and set her down on her stomach on a metal table in the center of the room.
“Hrrggh gghmmm! Mmmph!” Helena grunted and twisted, but the tape still held firm.
“Roland, back from another hunt.” A female voice called.
“Hmmph! Hlllp!” Helena cried, looking towards the source of the voice.
But she was wrong to think that another woman might be her salvation, and as soon as she saw the woman strutting towards them, she realized she was the one in charge.
She was exotic looking, with long, straight, pitch black hair, tanned skin, and sharp, angular features that gave her a mediterranean Morticia Addams look.
Her body was rock solid, with an old fashioned, hourglass shape, accentuated by the sinewy muscle rippling every time she moved.
Her large breasts pushed against a black leather bra, and she wore a black collar around her neck.
White, lacy ruffles covered her arms, and though Helena couldn’t see the woman’s rear end, it was probably devouring the black thong she wore.
A belt rested on her wide hips from which hung a whip and restraints, and the outfit was complete with thigh high boots with a large heel.