Taken Ch. 01
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Georgia pulled her Mercedes out of the gas station in Albuquerque back onto interstate 40 heading east. It was a long drive ahead to Chicago. She hated traveling alone, that was for sure, but the move to the office back east made it necessary. It was either drive there or sell her Mercedes and buy another and that appealed to her even less. The sun was setting behind her as she descended on the far side of the mountain. She wanted to make it at least as far as Amarillo before she grabbed a motel room. This stretch of road was pretty deserted except for a few towns that were widely spaced apart and the road was all pretty much up and down but the powerful engine of her car just purred during the climbs.
Georgia, a 29-year-old blonde hair, blue-eyed beauty, had just left her boyfriend to take the job in Chicago. He had been so crass in telling her she didn't need the promotion, and that she should stay with him, underpaid and unappreciated. She made enough money to support them both and it would have been easy for him to find a Job in the windy city. Why couldn't he understand? She needed this challenge, and the extra fifteen grand a year would not hurt either.
Traffic was sporadic on the interstate as she drove on in the night. The darkness only penetrated by her headlights and those of the traffic going west. There was nothing out hardly as she drove. That was when she noticed a woman in a short dark colored dress running in her bare feet along the road. Georgia didn't know why but she pulled off onto the shoulder and honked at the lady. The lady stopped and looked at her for just a second and walked back to the car. She was like a frightened rabbit unsure of whether or not to accept the ride Georgia was offering. Georgia unlocked the door as the lady reached the car and opened the door.
The lady appeared somewhat disheveled, she looked to be about 5'6" and had long red hair that was done up in a big fluffy hair style, manicured and painted nails, and had on a glittery navy colored mini dress and dark hose with a bunch of runs in them. She put her shoes on as she got into the car, 4- inch heeled navy patent leather pumps that appeared badly scarred up. She sat and closed the door, breathing very hard. Sweat had marred the make-up on her face. Her mascara was streaked down her cheeks and she could see the sweat had washed out her foundation.
I asked, "are you ok dear," as I pulled back onto the interstate. "By the way my name is Georgia."
The girl turned to me. I could see that she was frightened, but she was still trying to catch her breath. I started to pull out my cell phone to call 911.
When she saw this, she waved her hands at me frantically and said, "please don't call the police you can let me out here if you need to just don't call the police."
She was near to breaking down. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. I closed the phone and kept on driving but kept the phone ready in my left hand. I was starting to get a little frightened, at this point. Her breathing, which had been coming in gulps, was starting to come at a more relaxed pace. She seemed to regain some composure and she turned and looked over at me.
"My name is Sandy and I really want to thank you for picking me up. I haven't broken any laws really I haven't, but I need to get far away from here. I don't know what I should tell you, but my life depends on getting as far away from here as I can," she sobbed.
"Why don't you want me to call the police dear, you look so frightened to me? Surely they can help you if your in fear of your life dear."
"I just don't know whom I can trust Geogia. I have been through so much in the last two years. I just can't seem to be able to trust anyone. I don't know why I came to your car I was just so tired of running my feet are killing me. I am so scared and I am tired of being scared," she said.
I could see from her face a glint of truth to what she was saying to me. I reached behind the seat she was sitting in and opened a small ice chest and grabbed a couple of diet drinks. I handed her one saying, "you look like you could use something to drink," and opened one for myself. She started to gulp the drink down and choked on it.
"Not so fast dear, drink it slowly or you will throw it up girl," I said, "there are some wet wipes in the glove compartment so you can clean up your face also."
She opened up the glove compartment and found them. She then pulled the visor down and the lighted mirror came on and she started to clean her face till she looked somewhat presentable. She finished her drink and I could see some tears still running from her eyes, but not as heavily.
"Two years ago I started college in Massachusetts. I had graduated from high school in Albany, New York, where my mom Glenda lives. I was looking forward to college, my first time away from home. I went to a big party off campus and I guess I got pretty drunk. I don't know things were in a haze really. I never figured anything could happen to me. I woke up and was bound hand and foot, and a gag in my mouth. I realized at that point that I had been kidnaped," she told me tearfully. "A lot has happened to me since then it is so hard to think about it."
I listened intently to her as she told me her story. "Poor girl," was all I could think. I did not know what to say. Something in the way she spoke showed me she was telling the truth. I reached out with my right hand and held her left hand for comfort. She clasped my hand in both of hers tightly and continued.
"You see Sandy sitting here before you but that is not who I have always been. My real name is Robert. The people who kidnaped me made me into what you see. When I woke up, some people came and looked at me. Some of them were doctors. I was stripped of clothes collared and chained to the wall by a 20-foot chain. Someone who looked like a lady nurse came in and took blood and gave me shots and other medication. Some guy came in and looked at me naked and looked closely at my face and chest. I was given little food and my weight dropped fast. They brought exercise equipment to my room and made me exercise. I had to endure many sessions of electrolysis on my body. The only hair I can grow is my hair and brows now. I had about six surgeries on my face, breasts, waist, throat, and hips, along with a hormone regime. They were careful to see that I am still functional as a guy somewhat."
They primped me and dressed me, taught me how to do make-up and hair. I was trained to become submissive to others. They taught me to keep house as a maid and manage a household. I was taught cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing, and other menial labor. They taught me sex and how to please men and women. I was beaten and shocked, isolated and broken.
I was told that there were many people who belonged to an organization and that I would never be free again. They told me that they had people in high places and that the police would be no help to me but would return me to their control, and that if I escaped they would kill me when they got me back. They prettied me up and put me on an auction block with about ten other slaves, I guess that is what best describe my condition, and sold to a twisted gentleman for 300 grand and brought here blindfolded. I escaped. I guess two days ago. You are the first person I have run into. I moved by night and hid out during the day. I don't even know where I am now."
I was in shock myself at this point, but believed everything she told me. I reached in my purse where I had some cheese crackers and handed them to her. I still thought of Sandy as a girl. It was easier given her appearance. Sandy devoured the crackers in a heart beat and I let her finish my drink. I saw a burger barn up ahead and told Sandy, I was going to get some burgers and that I believed her.
We stopped at a gas station first and told and while we the Mercedes was being filled with gas we both went to the restroom. I handed Sandy a bra, panties, a t shirt, shorts and a pair of nikes, which to my surprise seemed to fit, all be it, a little tight. I confirmed her story that she had tits, a cock and balls as she dressed. It was then I saw all the scratches and cuts on her legs and her poor feet. I had her clean up as well as she could and to throw away her old clothes. I told her to wait in the car, while I went in to buy some ointment and band-Aids and peroxide. I handed these to her. At the burger barn I ordered four burgers, two fries and two drinks.
I ate one burger and fry while Sandy demolished three burgers and a fry while we drove. When she finished eating, I had her clean her legs and feet with the peroxide and ointment. Her feet were bad but they cleaned up well. She slaved on the ointment on her feet thick and put on the socks. I noticed that Sandy did whatever I told her to do without question. I told her to lean the back of her seat down and get some rest and she did.
I passed through Texas and into Oklahoma near Oklahoma city before I got too tired to drive. Sandy was still asleep. I found a no-tell motel paid cash and got us a room. I woke Sandy and had her get up and we went into our room it was a single but I didn't mind. I got a couple of cases from the trunk and we went in our room. I told her to undress and head to bathroom and take a bath. I tossed her some bubble bath from my luggage. I stripped down to my bra and panties and went to check on her. I got her to wash her hair and then I inspected her feet. Her feet were cut up but not as badly as they had first appeared. I helped her to dry off and wrapped her hair in a towel. She sat on the bed and I put ointment on her feet. I had laid out two panties and two nighties. She put one set on. I took care of my bath, dressed, and collapsed in bed beside her.
I woke to a marvelous feeling as my feet and legs were being massaged. Checking my watch I realized that I had been asleep for ten hours. I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom as I realized my bladder was about to burst.
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