A Cat Called Kat

Chapter Twenty-One - Captain Moretti

The next morning, I went out for my run as usual. It was a bit easier if I kept up with it every day and, besides, I wanted everything to look as normal as possible.

And it didn't take me very long to work out that there were more guards about than usual... like... loads more.

On my way down past the lower gate, I managed to catch Captain Giordano's eye. He must have got the hint and as I chugged my way up the track past the swimming pool, I spotted his familiar back.

"What's up with all the extra guards?" I asked when I reached him.

"Apparently our Chinese friends brought some sort of invisible security device with them," he explained, "and it picked up somebody coming over the wall last night."

A cold wave washed over me. They knew about Caroline!

"We've not managed to locate the intruder yet," he went on, "and people are getting quite... excited about it."

They've not found her, thank goodness. I needed to get the information she wanted. "How many guards are there out?" I asked, trying to sound as natural as possible.

"On a normal shift, there are about twenty," he answered briefly. I guess he'd managed to work out that, with all the extra guards, we didn't have time for long chats. "With half of us on the gates, and things, and the rest on roaming patrols. But they've called out the reserve shift so there's twice that at the moment."

"Thanks," I replied. "I better be off!"

"Good luck!" he said as I ran off up the track in front of him.

I guess I must have been worrying about them finding Caroline and my whole situational awareness thing wasn't as switched on as it ought to have been. So I was already opening the door to my room when I realised that there was somebody behind me.

And before I could even think, Captain Moretti had grabbed me. He shoved me on, into the room, and kicked the door closed behind us.

"What are you doing?" I gasped as he started groping at me. "Get off! I don't want this." I tried to fight against him but of course it was hopeless. He grabbed my two wrists, used them to spin me round so I was facing him and then twisted them painfully up behind my back.

"You are wanting it, you whore! You show yourself to everybody in these shorts." I gasped as he stuck a hand inside the shorts and squeezed my bottom really hard.

I wanted to panic. I mean... of course I wanted to panic... anybody would... but the invisible Caroline was there, calmly telling me to keep thinking. I was going to get one chance, she was saying, and I was going to take it.

I was about to scream but it was twisted into a gasp as he forced his hand down between my legs from behind and squeezed my bits... hard. It really hurt. And, more than that, his hand down there kicked off this visceral shudder of repugnance. It was an impossible violation. Nobody touches me down there without permission... not even Master.

"No noise!" he whispered in my ear, "or I really hurt you."

"OK... wait..." I gasped, forcing myself to keep thinking by an effort of pure will. "I really don't want this but if you're going to rape me, you don't have to hurt me." I willed myself to stop resisting and squeezed myself against him instead. "I'm good at this... really good. I can make it nice for you." I started doing the swaying hips thing that I'd learnt with Master when he was in his coma. And, as I pressed myself into him, I could tell that he liked it and was getting excited.

"You good," he murmured. I managed to overcome my revulsion and rub myself even more firmly into him. I had to force myself not to shy away as he slipped a second hand inside my shorts. Instead I wrapped my arms around him and started massaging his lower back as I carried on with the swaying hip thing.