Angelic Beauty

by Lisa-Ann Carey

  All they heard were them thrusting down the elevated hilly mass their horse whinnying, setting boulders free along the way.

  “We almost got him,” they shouted too chicken to chase them down the rocky incline. With fierce looks on their faces they rode off in another direction hoping later they might run into them and overtake them.

  They came across an abandoned hut and Manuel’s black eyes would not stop staring for the past half hour as she lay the way he placed her flat on the hinder part of her body both hands resting above her breasts. She looked sideways at him her golden short mane messy and falling over the edge of the timber framed bed, whispers of hair covering her earlobe.

  Then her green eyes slowly fluttered shut and as she slept she looked simple-heartedly natural and beyond help like a babe, her soft lips smiling sweetly.

  Her charcoal lengthy eyelashes touching slightly her pale pink cheeks. Her sweet little nose boasting pride looked for all the world like that of an innocent bubby worthy of being loved intensely.

  As she slept little snores were heard by Manuel and as she breathed deeply her full round bosoms shook so much her top slipped down revealing a swelling cleavage. He noticed a little globe elevating from her belly and her hips were more showy than usual.

  A baby she was not, but a full grown full blown woman.

  Busy investigating her dozing empty show he judged her as a little girl who wanted everything her way injured by over-indulgence one who when given something to treasure would rip it apart in a rage with no intention of putting it back the way it was. Could she do this to him he wondered treat him like a useless toy?

  Did she sleep around? For it seemed those five handsome men they had come across in the clearing knew her, perhaps all too well.

  The fragility of her exceptional beauty made her look angelic and without a hint of bitterness, never been to bed with anyone, but he sensed she was just like many other women a brazen hussy. Her conduct since he had stolen her spelled abrasiveness.

  He clasped his pointed jaw.

  Even though she in reality had lost her innocence he was glad to have her in his possession hoping it would turn out to be a permanent arrangement, hoping she would warm to him and soon.

  Through the window his eyes captured the fiery flashes of lightening, the sky’s stormy grey reflected in his eyes, resembled that of a lunatic. He cast his mind back to the chalet and swore blind to himself he’d seen the bulky figure of a man in his early thirties, jealousy almost crippled him at this point, he wondered who he was and what was she doing with this man when she should have been staying at the Floristry school.

  She could smell Manuel’s spicy scent and her eyes slowly fluttered open. Her facial muscles twitched her mouth into a scowl.

  “Not you again!” she protested.

  Her eyes felt heavy her sight rendered indistinctly his fuzzy form.

  Sighing she wondered where she was and why was she brought here, trying with all her might to break the binding chains of drowsiness. She made great efforts to keep from slipping back into sleep mode.

  Her tongue ran around inside her watery mouth sliding across parched lips, she swallowed the spittle her throat felt dry.

  The date had slipped from her memory and she had no idea just how many days she’d been out in the never-never.

  Glowing flashes lit up the dark hut and she could just make out the obstacles in the one room shack.

  Another flash and she could detect the movement of Manuel’s figure as he rose to a standing position. Objecting to his unwanted presence caused her to anchor herself between the cotton sheets besides her body felt so heavy she could hardly move her limbs.

  He stood there not saying a word with his hands on his hips as still as a lampstand. She began to feel a little afraid of what he might do to her. Would he give in and rape her?

  Her gaze dropped from his plain-featured face to his bare feet. Still groggy she was not sure what he was doing without his shoes and her eyes crept up his bare thin legs that were short to his bare essentials. Irksomely she glared at his stumpy penis and tiny shrivelled balls. His hand slipped down and he plucked the black as the night hairs surrounding the scrawny set.

  His pale chest with hardly a muscle had a bushy crop of dark hair.

  Curiosity got the better of her and she winced at the double nipples on each side of his chest.

  A putrid taste in her mouth turned her face sour as her eyes then took in his lanky neck with its adam’s apple sticking out and then to his face that looked thinner than usual and the stubble gave him a spooky appearance and she almost vomited in disgust.

  He looked as though he would swallow her whole it made her feel horrified as he stared at her with two piercing eyes as cold as ice quite the opposite to her fiancés. He looked for all the world like a killer-beast. It seemed odd he was singing In The Arms Of The Angels may you find some comfort here.

  The determined look on his face caused her to scream he quickly stifled it with his thin-fingered hand. He had quite a powerful grip on her body that she was unable to move. The gaze of her host gave her a sleep-like condition caused by his artificial means. Her low spirits were broken by a huzza the minute he let go his grip she thought it a better idea to shout for joy rather than the bounds of anger.

  Would the deadly poisonous asp strangle her with his snake like body as if she were a deliciously helpless little mouse?

  Her pretty green eyes almost changed to his violent-looking nigrescent eyes. She pleaded with him not to hurt her as his dominant and frightening stance towered above her; underneath him there she lay tiny and cowardly, his big bulging black eyes incomprehensible.

  Looking away from her released them both somehow but on the rebound she leapt off the bed in a rage and scratched his back with her long sharp fingernails, blood congealed on the surface of his skin, he knocked her back down on the bed and spat in her face. How she longed for him to set her free from his trap. She wished there were some way to trap him.

  “I shall have to chain you to the bed, how dare you scratch me and draw blood!” he snarled.

  And thus there she lay all chained up, he could use her and abuse her anytime, she thought. She prayed to the angels to help her wrench free, but nothing, even the angels, her brothers and sisters from the heavens held no power to set her free.

  Squirming, howling he finally gave in and unchained her wrists and ankles after she told him she would obey him, she lied of course.

  She leapt off the bed then before he knew it she was squeezing his nuts and kicking his bare backside. Respect for her gradually took over and when she fell to the timbered floor exhausted and crying he understood and took pity on her sweeping his hands across her golden head. He picked her up and pulled her close to his chest, she could feel his warm sweet breath on her lips he kissed her chasing her stubbornness away.

  Her head felt sore and the rest of her shuddering body so weak that she was forced to use him as a leaning post and buried her head in his chest one hand brushing accidentally over his genitals. His penis raised a little, shook, then dropped back down. Her throat inflamed and her voice raspy she apologised for her unruly behaviour. He licked her salty tears and cuddled her for a full five minutes repeating, “It is okay I will not destroy you.”

  Angea-Lea squeezing Manuel’s nuts

  Chapter Fifteen

  The little hut soon became a haven or rest for them both, the mid-morning sun streamed through the now open window warming it up. After fifteen minutes of fighting fifteen minutes of rest was needed to restore their strength and Angea-Lea was allowed outside to pick some of the wildflowers she had admired so much. If she didn’t know the names of them she’d give them knicknames like ‘Mountain Beauty’ and ‘Love Comes Softly’.

  Manuel watched her bend over to gather them at times her skirt would blow up in the breeze and it almost knocked him out at the sight of her tight panties and two half-moons peeping out, and he wished he could place her knickers to his face
as he caught sight of a little wet patch at the rear, a patch of perspiration.

  It occurred to the young girl that perhaps he wanted some money for his troubles but why? He already had heaps. Not far from the hut was a trickling stream so with Manuel present they walked towards it filled two pitchers of water one for the flowers and one for drinking.

  Thirsty, she gulped and gulped the fresh water and together they collected more for making a hot cuppa. In the quietness of the morn she thought about just how much he wanted her that he had to go out searching for her. He told her the reason why he had captured her it was because he was afraid she would reject him if he asked her to be his.

  An eerie feeling crept over her her body shook with fear because he had the upper hand. It made her feel completely powerless. She needed Malachi’s strength and might to fight him off. But how was she going to let him know where she was?

  Placing the floral arrangement by the bed on a solid timber hutch it looked perfect against the tongue and groove back. The two shelves above were bare and the two drawers were filled with cutlery and she opened the cupboards under and discovered some very pretty crockery with a pale blue background and the Swiss snow-covered alps they were beautifully edged in gold. They would be worth something to someone and she immediately gathered her thoughts and came up with the brilliant idea that they could be used to bribe someone into sending an s.o.s. note to Malachi and Jiminez, so she stashed a small plate into her purse.

  Manuel came sneaking from behind and swept her off her feet and into his arms, he had finally dressed himself again. It was a good thing he did pick her up as her legs were beginning to feel like wobbly jelly.

  Feeling slightly dizzy from the sudden lift she allowed her weary body to rest snugly in his arms. Her sweet little head ached from the pressure of doubt and fear and she lifted her head from his shoulder. Staring into those cold old eyes she mistakeably blurted out her inner most thoughts. “Are you going to force your sexuality on me? I have a sneaking suspicion you will you dirty old man.” With that said she slapped his face he then pinched her bottom, she yelped in pain.

  He squinted and answered, “What kind of a Frenchman do you take me for? I am not some cheap heap of excreta, I will not make any advances that is the last thing on my mind. So relax.”

  “Then release me from your tight grip and I will believe you!” she commanded drearily.

  “In a while you will be going somewhere,” he said rather non-chalantly staring into her starry eyes.

  Terror ripped at her heart, her mouth again dry, her heart beating wildly in tune with the pulsing beat on the side of his taut throat. “Are you going to hurt me?”

  No answer came.

  He placed her gently on a rocking chair in the corner and sat down on the edge of the bed. She expected him to help sort out all the confusion of what was going to happen next.

  She remembered vividly him grabbing her from the grounds of the chalet. Remembering also Malachi’s jealous rage – what a relief in a way she wasn’t there to cop any more harsh treatment for what she had done. As she rocked back and forth he was silent, his eyes rolling back and forth with the rhythm of the chair.

  “I am surprised you haven’t used your angelic powers to escape.”

  “I have lost my powers.”

  “Why?”

  “I am not quite certain.”

  He raised his body from the bed and took a pistol out of his knapsack went outside and in three minutes Angea-Lea heard a bang. One moment she shook with fright, and the other moment she jumped for joy racing out the door expecting to see him as dead as a doornail, he was there on the ground but very much alive, he had killed a lamb and was about to strip the wool from it. She raced back inside tears silently streaming down her sweet cheeks, not only was she sad he did not die but sad he’d shot the little lamb.

  “What would Malachi say if he were here?”

  “Who is Malachi?” he asked her as he entered the hut to wash his hands.

  In a shrilling voice she answered, “My fiancé.”

  The pistol dropped to the wooden floor he stared straight ahead tears falling down his face like a sunshower, “It gives me a reason to keep you, but this time tomorrow you will have left this place.”

  Angea-Lea gulped some phlegm her knees grew weak and she sat back in the rocker and rocked back and forth.

  Just what kind of a man would do this? Angea-Lea may have been quite the filly back in the past but that was because most of the men she chose were handsome and their bodies had bulk. Now, through the lonely nights, she wished she had been faithful, besides Malachi possessed the biggest and the best. Feeling the loneliness out in the wild with a man impetuous and antagonistic meant it was a mystery as to what he would do to her next.

  It was correct he was considered the most respectable and kind-hearted Frenchman but he still had the capacity to become desperate and God knows what he could become if he didn’t get what he wanted. She didn’t quite trust him, at any moment the game could become slushy, he could become underhanded and perilous.

  While he was preparing the lamb roast she begged him to release her and told him she would not tell a soul. He put the baking dish filled with lamb in the oven after he stoked it with wood and lit it, he turned his head. He raised his eyebrows in suspicion and answered, “I don’t believe you, you had better do as I say or else.”

  “I could give you money my father is wealthy as you know but not as wealthy as you of course,” she let go a giggle.

  His lips tightened into a straight line and his dark eyes looked fiery. “Damn you young girl I do not want money to enter your theme park. Can’t you see sexual intercourse is sacred it is not a business deal to spread your legs for the world. You keep it for one person, that one is me.”

  “I don’t drop my panties for everyone. I am faithful to my own man – dearest Malachi.”

  “Don’t lie to me you have had many men I can tell.”

  Her face became pale and her body twitched with spasmodic movements from embarrassment and concern.

  He had his suspicions she may break out into a nervous affection, bellowing, crying, convulsive struggling all with a sense of suffocation all over again so he picked up her body off the rocker and lay her on the bed ordering her to rest.

  Perhaps it was at the stage that he may never let her go that she’d be held hostage in the little hut forever, she grabbed his straight black hair and pulled his head to her face and pleaded for him to set her free.

  For a moment she thought he was going to give in and do as she asked for his lips had curved into a smile and his face became warm then just as quickly his face turned furious.

  “Rest now. I will let you go soon.” He took her shoes off her feet and placed them neatly on the floor beside the bed and pulled the sheets and blankets up to her chin and placed a childlike kiss on her forehead. She smiled with relief thanking him and closed her now calm eyes.

  * * * * * *

  The message leaked out.

  * * * * * *

  Due to the abduction of Angea-Lea Siffleur a huge hunt for her began all over Switzerland. Her parents had heard the broadcast over the radio and had seen an interview with the official searchers on television and raced to Ticino.

  The moment the plane hit the tarmac their faces were a mixture of pain and determination to find their lost baby. They wanted to join the hunt but were advised not to in case her life was taken.

  Antaeus had paid an enormous sum of money to a highly experienced private search party to comb the rugged Swiss mountains. Twenty men dressed in red and white uniforms mounted horses and rushed to find her.

  An angry Antaeus yelled, “That stupid Australian Malachi Castle so careless will pay the highest price for this. If he has my baby somewhere out there, if he lays one finger on her, he is a dead man.” He placed his head in his hands and cried. “Find her please find her.”

  “We will,” the leader said and raced off to catch up with the others.


  * * * * * *

  “She must be around ere somewhere son,” cried a heartsick Malachi as he rode his horse beside Jiminez and his horse up a steep, always green extensive woodland projection.

  “We shall find her,” answered the fresh-faced youth brimming with optimism.

  Malachi ached to find her, his penis, at times becoming erect in the saddle at the thought of seeing her utterly lovely naked body once again, to feel that soft supple skin against his leathery skin. He broke out into profuse sweating soaking his cotton shirt, he was nervous, for part of him held doubts that he may never see her again.

  He sobbed loudly, his body chilling with fear, a panic attack gripped him but he fought it bravely and Malachi Castle and his offsider nudged their horses into a speedy gallop shouting to Jiminez, “We must find our baby before dark, we must!” Leading the way he drove his little team over the most difficult terrain, rocky crevices and stony valleys too rough for even the most experienced rider to handle it would be a likely place to hide through endless ages.

  * * * * * *

  As soon as the morning sun came up a shot rang out. The sleeping beauty slept soundly missing the fun. Manuel was afraid she would wake up and scream blue murder, then they would be discovered.

  With the gun in one hand he put his hand over her mouth with the other and peered through the window at the green landscape. She awoke. “Do not say one word, you must be very quiet,” he gagged her once again. A haunting look of terror came over her face and her green eyes were locked in one position.

  “Come with me,” he placed her shoes on her feet first then grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up off the bed and forced her to walk outside with him, the gun in her back, they hid behind the hut.

  She feared this would be her last moment on earth, she would be shot dead for sure and buried somewhere deep in the woods never to be seen again by her beloved Malachi and family. He might even rape her dead body.