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Jennifer took a slow, shuddering breath, held it then slowly nodded her head. "Iåm sorry, Mrs. Land. I didnåt hear you. Your answer, please, and have the courtesy to look me in the eye when you speak." He let go of her.
Terriîed for her daughter and outraged at her own situation, Jennifer Land replied, "I understand you, Captain Sanchez." Then as she looked into the manås black eyes, Jenniferås inner courage and spunk allowed her to say, "But I can assure you, Captain that you have not heard the end of this. My husband will not take this lying down."
A broad smile spread across Raoul Sanchezås face. "No, Mrs. Land, but heåll be taking a lot of other things lying down," he thought to himself. Then aloud he said, "The blouse, Mrs. Land." "But.. But, Captain Sanchez, please. Iåm a married woman and a mother." "A lame excuse," Jennifer thought to herself. "Had she been reduced to whining?"
"Yes, yes, Mrs. Land. I know. And if my arithmetic doesnåt fail me, you bloomed early." He almost laughed aloud at Jenniferås reaction. "Tell me, Mrs. Land. Have you had many lovers, or just your husband?" He reached out with both hands and took Jennifer by her shoulders. Jennifer tried to shrug his hands away, but was unable to overpower the big man. She looked down at her feet, resignation creeping into her psyche. "Mrs. Land, please look up at me. You have such lovely green eyes." He placed two îngers beneath Jenniferås chin and raised her eyes to his.
Jennifer tried to look deîant and strong, but her courage was ïagging quickly. She felt so alone and vulnerable here in this awful place with this horrible man. She didnåt want to even think about what was going to happen next. She didnåt have long to wait to înd out.
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"Thatås much better," Sanchez said. "Now let me help you with your blouse." Before Jennifer knew what was happening the big man removed his hands from her shoulders and began to fumble with the top button of her silk blouse.
"Nnnnnnnnno," Jennifer whimpered, grabbing his hands, her eyes îlled with alarm. "Drop your hands, please, Mrs. Land." Sanchez commanded. He stared into Jenniferås eyes. She saw no compassion there; only lust and wickedness. Sanchez unfastened the top button.
Jennifer continued to stare into the Captainås dark eyes, her hands holding ineffectually onto his wrists as Sanchez worked his way down, unbuttoning one button after another, a condescending smirk on his face. At last Jennifer let go of his wrists and dropped her hands to her sides, allowing Sanchez to tug the tails of her blouse from under the waist band of her khaki skirt. Without a word, the big man slipped the smooth silk over Jenniferås shoulders then allowed the soft material to fall down her back, sliding down Jenniferås arms to the ïoor behind her. Satisîed with his progress thus far, Sanchez leaned back against the edge of his desk. Then as if appraising a side of beef, the big Latin looked Jennifer up and down. Jennifer lowered her gaze to the ïoor. She was mortiîed.
"Very nice, indeed, Mrs. Land. Your husband has been a lucky man. Please continue, or do you prefer that I assist you?" Jennifer quickly looked up at her captor, her fear and loathing readily apparent on her face. Then, summoning her waning inner strength, Jennifer looked Sanchez directly in the eye and said with as much contempt as she could muster, "No, thank you, Captain. Youåve done quite enough."
"Very well, then Mrs. Land. Your skirt next, if you please." Sanchez folded his arms across his broad chest, waiting. Not for the last time, Jennifer looked quickly around the room hoping she might spot some avenue of escape. As before, none presented itself. She looked up at Sanchez, hoping for some sign of compassion or humanity. She saw none in his dark eyes. It was hopeless. Slowly, Jennifer reached to her side for the catch to her wrap around Khaki skirt. While Sanchez watched seemingly impassively, Jennifer unhooked the small hook. Before proceeding she again gazed into her captorås eyes with all the courage and contempt she could muster. She opened the skirt and released it, allowing it to join her blouse in a pile at her feet. Jennifer Land now stood in only her bra and panties before a total stranger in a hostile land far from her home and family. She was utterly alone.
Jennifer shrank back from Captain Sanchez when the big man pushed himself away from his desk. Unexpectedly, however, he turned away from her. Stepping behind his desk, Raoul Sanchez sat heavily in his big swivel chair. Jennifer stood very still, unsure of what to expect next. Sanchez folded his hands over his belly and stared at the top of the desk for several moments. Then at last he looked up at Jennifer. After a prolonged pause where Sanchez allowed his eyes to travel slowly over every inch of Jenniferås body, he said, "Marvelous. Simply marvelous Mrs. Land."