.” Cynthia mused.“We’ll see. Their principal wants to meet me first. Did you have to talk to Merritt’s?” he asked.“No. And I should have a...ked to see him, in retrospect. I would have told him about our high school’s version of the Program and told him that I wouldn’t stand by if I saw something harmful going on.”“Yeah, and that’s just what I plan to do, sis. Say, Tom said he’d pick me up at Parkside after my class observation tomorrow. I’m riding there with someone else and Tom said he’d wait. The tempo of my strides that had lulled me before, now teases me. I’m acutely aware of my body: my pounding heart, the sweat from my exertion, the chill breeze over my skin, and the growing dampness between my thighs. I’m aching to touch myself, but hold off. I want to summit, to lie on the sun-baked rocks and truly enjoy this first springtime hike. I pick up my pace, eager to reach my goal but only succeed in increasing the teasing sensations running rampant through my body. My world. She'd obviously realised she would work things loose and gets more upset as I re-tie her wrists and ankles. That's better.With the maid sorted I turn my attention to our star's press agent. Very snappy dresser, this lady I think. Well cut, dark blue, suit with a nice short skirt and a tailored jacket over a pale yellow blouse. Anyway she's tied to a chair over near the foot of the bed. As I start checking the ropes she starts coming on like she's finding it a big turn-on. Lots of gagged "mmm's". What does this Indian want of me, a slave? A wife? A toy? Will I ever get out of this?Only her iron will to survive kept her going.The raiding party of Indians didn't seem to be in any particular hurry. They evidently felt there would be no immediate pursuit. It could be days or weeks before anyone stumbled on the carnage back at the isolated cabin and the Indians were aware of this fact.The Indians had also collected a sizable amount of plunder. There was, first of all, Marie, now a captive.