3. ISABELLA

Chapter 3

ISABELLA

I’ve been stuck in this room for two days after we were abducted from the bathrooms of the small mall on the outskirts of St. James-Assiniboia.

I have no idea where Stacy or Lev are, and I don’t know if Pavel is dead or alive. Fuck, I don’t have any idea where I am other than on some sort of estate.

I’ve rummaged in every part of this room, trying to find a way out. It’s a comfortable room with a king-size bed and a full bathroom with a jacuzzi bath. On the far side of the room, there’s a small seating area with a sofa and wingback chair around a fireplace.

The large windows let in a lot of light, and there’s a view of rolling lawns edged with what I think is a high electric fence with thick woods beyond it. There are bars on the windows. And even if there weren’t, I tried to open one, but it won’t budge as they are nailed shut. The room has air vents with a controlled airflow into the room, so I don’t suffocate.

I’m not strong enough to get the bars off the windows. But I had to try just in case I found a vulnerability in one of the bars. There wasn’t one, and they are too closely knit for me to try to squeeze through. There are also just vents in the bathroom and one small window high up on the wall.

I have examined the bedroom door lock, and if I had something to fashion into a lock pick, I’d be able to get out of here in no time as it’s just a traditional pin-tumbler lock! A guard comes in here a few times a day to bring me clean clothes, food, tea, and refreshments. He stands on watch as I eat and then goes through the utensils to ensure he takes each one with him, so I can’t even hide one of those.

He’s a strange man. There’s something about him that tells me he isn’t happy doing what he is, and when he’s around, I don’t feel intimidated by him but instead protected. The man treats me with nothing but respect even though it’s with a steely warning undertone. One that lets me know that he doesn’t want to hurt me, but he’d be forced to if I tried anything.

I look at the wristwatch my brother gave me when we left the compound two days ago. It has a strange engraving beneath it. To make sure I’m always with you. I think it might have a tracker in it, as it also has a weird button on it, which I’ve pressed numerous times, but nothing happened.

I hear the key turn in the lock and face the door as there is a slight knock.

“Mrs. Belov, I’m entering the room,” the guard says politely before pausing for a minute and then slowly opening the door—it’s become our ritual. “You need to come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“You have an OB-GYN appointment,” he tells me.

“I don’t remember making one.”

“Please don’t be difficult, Mrs. Belov. I don’t want to have to use force to get you to comply with these instructions,” he warns.

“Where are my friends Stacy and Lev?” I ask him every time he comes in here, but he never answers. “If you tell me where they are and if they’re okay, I’ll go with you without making a scene.”

He sighs. “Miss Thompson and Mr. Belov are fine. Miss Thompson is in the room next to yours, and Mr. Belov is across the hall from her.”

“They’re not in the same room?”

“No.” The guard shakes his head. “Mr. Belov has just had his hip injury seen to, and his braces are being fixed.” He glances out the door and down the hallway. “Miss. Thompson has just finished with the OB-GYN, who is also a fertility expert.”

“Oh!” My eyes widen in surprise. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” the guard admits.

“Where are we?” I ask him.

“At a hunting lodge,” he replies. “Now can we go?”

“A hunting lodge where?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” he tells me

“Do you blame me?”

“I guess not,” he admits. “Now, please, can we go? If you give me problems they’ll replace me as your guard and trust me, you don’t want any of the others looking after you.”

“You call this looking after me?” I look at him in amazement. “I call it being my prison warden.”

I walk past and as I step into the hall, he whispers, “You’re in Grafton, Vermont.”

“Seriously?” I look at him wide-eyed. He nods and puts his finger to his lips, indicating that I shouldn’t say a word, and I nod. “What’s your name?”

“Stan.”

“Where is the OB-GYN?”

“Just past the living room and near the gym. There was a spa treatment room that has been turned into a temporary surgery,” Stan tells me.

“Why?”

He shrugs. “All I know is that it’s been used as a medical treatment base for the men.”

“Whose men are they?” My eyes take in the long hallway with rooms to the left and right.

“Nice try,” Stan says as we come to the foyer.

The entry hall has a reception desk in front of us, and to the left is a living room, the walls of which are adorned with the heads of animals. I shudder seeing a stuffed grizzly proudly presented beside the reception desk.

There are quite a few guards by the front door and near the rear by the large windows beyond the reception desk and at the foot of the wooden staircase leading to the second floor.

“Good God!” I breathe. “It’s like an animal murder den in here.”

“It was a hunting lodge,” Stan reminds me.

“But it’s not anymore, I’m guessing.” I try not to look at the gruesome wall decorations. “Surely, as it’s now a compound, whoever’s running the operation could have removed them?”

“This way,” Stan gently guides me into the large living room.

Leather sofas and chairs are spread out around the long room with large windows looking out over the front lawn and the back, which backs onto a gleaming lake. There is a fireplace dominating the far wall, and thankfully, there are no animal heads in this room.

Stan marches me through the room and off to the first hallway with a sign over the door indicating it’s the way to the gym and spa. We stop at the first door, which has a glass partition allowing you to see into a part of the room.

Stan knocks before opening the door and pushing me into the room that looks like a doctor’s room, complete with an ultrasound machine. “I’ll be waiting for you when you’re done.”

He closes the door behind him. A few minutes later, a blond woman with large boobs steps into the room.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Belov,” she greets me. Her face is stern. “I’m the doctor. Would you please take off your clothes and put on that gown?” she points to the blue hospital gown on the bed.

“I’ve just put my clothes on,” I tell her.

“I don’t have a lot of time, Mrs. Belov.” She looks at me impatiently. “I can get one of the guards in here to undress you.” Something dark and sinister flashes in her eyes as they run seductively over my body. “And trust me when I tell you that I’d love nothing more than for you to be difficult. But while I’d love to see you manhandled and forced to comply with my orders…” Her voice trails off as she picks up the gown and shoves it at me. “I unfortunately have my orders. So the choice is yours.”

“Fucking pervert,” I mumble, not feeling comfortable about the upcoming examination at all.

I move behind the screens and take off my clothes.

“All of your clothes, please, including underwear,” her voice booms over to me.

Once I’ve changed into the gown and I feel rather exposed, I cling to the back of the hospital gown and walk back toward the examination bed. The doctor has attached the leg stirrups and my eyes widen. I hate those fucking things.

“Oh, come now, don’t be shy,” the blond bimbo doctor coos. “I’ve seen lots of pussies.” She looks at me. “Now hop up on the bed, and let’s check to see what you have in your womb.”

She makes my pregnancy sound vulgar, and now I really want to run out of there, but her threat is still fresh in my mind. And I have a feeling she really would enjoy seeing me be roughly manhandled. She seems like the type that Stacy’s parents would love to hang out with.

She is perverted and probably a dominatrix by the way she loves to throw her threats around. Which I’m guessing is what dominatrix’s love to do. I really must read up on this shit sometime.

Andrey seems to display a penchant for soft BDSM, or he’s just a domineering prick who gets off on commanding women around. Thinking of Andrey once again makes my pussy pulse, and I don’t need that right now. Miss Blond bitch with the plastic tits might take it the wrong way.

“No, they’re not real,” the doctor tells me, and my eyes widen. Fuck, I was staring at her ample tits. “Would you like to feel them?” She gives me a sultry smile. “I don’t mind.”

“No, thank you!” I tell her icily. “I’m not that way inclined.”

“Oh, sweety,” she drawls. “You don’t have to be gay to enjoy sex with a woman.”

“I’m not bisexual, and I’m not a nympho that will fuck anything.” I look at her in disgust. “Now, can we please get this over with? I’m feeling really uncomfortable right now.”

“Why?” She grabs my legs and pulls me down on the bed. She runs her hands down the insides of my calves before linking them beneath my knees to lift them into the stirrups. “There’s a good girl, nice and wide to show me your pretty little pussy.”

“Can you just stop!” I hiss, sitting up on my elbows and trying to pull my legs off the stirrups, only to be alarmed as she straps them on. “What the fuck!”

“I find it best for women the first time they have a transvaginal ultrasound. It helps keep the patient steady when I insert the device into them.” She smirks, picking up the wand- looking device a few inches long with a small bulbous head. “See, it’s like a mini cock.”

She laughs at the look of horror in my eyes as she slathers the device with a gel lubricant.

“I don’t think I’m comfortable with you doing this,” I tell her.

“I can always ask the guard to come do it.” She gives me a smug smile. “Now, just relax. It feels like you’re having a pap smear or getting fucked by a really stiff cock. I know by your records you’ve had your regular girlie checkups, so you’re used to pap smears.”

“How the fuck did you get my…” My breath catches as she slides the cold solid device into my vagina.

“Medical records?” The bimbo doctor finishes for me. “My boss is a very resourceful person.”

Before I can answer, I hear heartbeats, and she sucks in her breath.

“There are your babies.” Her demeanor changes as she stares at the monitor. Gone is the flirty vixen as she smiles in awe at the screen. “Congratulations, mommy, it looks like you’re having twins.”

“Seriously?” My eyes widen, and I stare at the screen. I’m not sure what I’m looking at. Doctor Bimbo points them out to me. “Oh wow.” I breathe, my eyes misting over. “Those are my babies. My little beans.”

“Here.” She moves her rolling stool toward the monitor, fiddles with some buttons, prints off a picture, and hands it to me. “This is your official eight-week scan.”

“I knew I was having twins.” My voice is soft as I stare at the picture in my hands and swipe at the tears tickling my cheek.

“It’s overwhelming the first time you see this.” Doctor Bimbo’s voice is softer now and has a bit more compassion. “Especially for a first-time mother.”

I’m so busy staring at the picture I don’t realize she’s removed the device until I feel something rough being swiped over my clit and around my opening. I instantly try to pull away.

“Relax, I’m just wiping away the gel,” she tells me before she gives me a sultry half-smile. “I can give you a more thorough cleaning with my tongue if you’d like me to.”

That’s it! “Look, Doctor Bimbo,” I hiss, although my clit has started to throb, fucking traitor. “I’m not into women, and if I weren’t in the back end of beyond, I’d make sure your license was revoked for improper behavior toward your patients.”

“Oh, sweety,” she laughs, unfazed by my threat, as she rubs the paper towel around my entrance a little deeper than necessary, “I haven’t practiced in the conventional circles for years. My conventional career ended years ago when I found myself in a bad situation, and the only way out was to work in the underworld , shall we say.“ She runs the towel over my clit one more time, making me jolt. Pulling off her latex gloves, she stands at the end of the bed, looking at my pussy. “And most of my clients love the special attention I give them.” She moves closer and starts to run her hands up my legs again. “Especially the pregnant ones, as they are usually ultra horny, and their husbands tend to neglect them. Their wives’ bloated bodies turn them off.” She stops by my knee and runs her nails down my calves. “Men can be such dicks. I find a woman beautiful no matter their size. And before you get on your high horse, I like cock just as much as I do pussy.”

“Well, good for you,” I splutter. “But I’m not one of those women who need any of your special attention, “ I tell her haughtily. “Now, please unstrap me.”

“Are you sure?” She runs the tips of her fingers over my pussy lips. “Your little bud looks a little swollen.”

I start pulling at my legs and lean forward to try and get to the straps.

“Oh, wow, you’re so bendy,” she notes. “I should’ve known by your beautiful physique that you’re a gymnast or a dancer.”

“Just fucking get me off here!” I raise my voice as anger starts to burn in the pit of my stomach. “Trust me, Doctor Bimbo, you don’t want to make me angry.”

“It’s Doctor Cherise Alder,” she corrects me. “Although I’ve been called worse things than a bimbo.” She winks at me again. “Not that I mind. I love being called a dirty whore, slut. It’s such a turn-on when you’re fucking.”

“Oh, my God!” I finally pull my one leg free. “I don’t care about your sordid, sick little life.” I get my other leg free and hop off the bed. “Jesus. What is wrong with you?” After giving her a dirty look, I rush behind the screen, ignoring her laughter.

Crazy fucking bitch! I hurriedly get dressed. My eyes keep darting to the picture of my babies. They’re growing inside me! Suddenly I feel awestruck, and the crazy bitch is all but forgotten as I hear her open the door to the room and call the guard.

I step out from behind the screen and next to the guard to put him between me and Doctor Bimbo, the sex addict.

“I look forward to our next exam,” Doctor Bimbo calls after me.

My eyes fall on the paper clips on the desk. I could use a few of those. As we’re about to get to the door, I do a trip and sprawl onto the cabinet, quickly palming a few of the paper clips.

The guard reaches out to steady me.

“Be careful, Mrs. Belov,” he says.

I spin and glare at the doctor. “I wouldn’t count on seeing me again,” I hiss.

“Are you okay,” the guard asks me once we are out of the office, and I quickly slip the paper clips into my pocket. “I know Doctor Alder has a reputation for being a bit… uh… frisky?”

“Mmm,” I nod. “She’s a fucking pervert and no longer licensed, I believe.”

When I’m back in my room, I find a fresh pot of ginger tea and some ginger biscuits. I see a place to hide the paper clips I stole from Doctor Bimbo’s office.

I climb onto the bed and look at the sonogram. Wow! I’m really pregnant. I mean, I did know that, but now it’s so real. My fingers trace the images, and my heart squeezes. These are my children, and they trust me for their safety and well-being.

After I’ve finished my tea and cookies, I snuggle onto the bed, and before I know it, I drift off to sleep.