Wild Woman From Borneo - Part Two

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A woman walked through the doorway, dressed in leather trousers and waistcoat, looking for all the world like an animal trainer. She held a leather whip in one hand, and a lead in her other, which was attached to a spiked collar. It's what was wearing the collar that affected Illya and Napoleon so deeply.

Clad in a leopard print tight fitting outfit, complete with tail, was Rebecca, Illya's lady love. Her long hair was down around her shoulders, looking like a mane. She was growling lowly, eyes watching the whip warily.

“Lay down by your master,” the trainer commanded, pointing to the floor with the crop.

She snarled and refused to do as told. The leather clad woman looked to Otto Vanderfeld and he nodded.

“Still needs training I’m afraid. Do it.”

The whip was cracked over her body several times, which made her growl all the more.

“My God, what has he done to her?” Napoleon whispered to Illya.

“I do not know, but I will kill him for it,” the Russian seethed.

“I’d like to know how she’s here, she should have been the other side of the country.”

“As do I; what I do know, is we need to get us and her out of here.”

Rebecca was whipped until she lay on the floor like an animal, curled up by the feet of her master. Though his face remained neutral, Solo could see the anger rising in his partner.

“You can see what I mean, she’s a feisty one isn’t she? But she'll learn, they always do,” Vanderfeld remarked, pleased with the show he was giving.

“Who is she, and what have you done to her?” Napoleon asked.

“You don’t know her? She's one of yours, I do believe," Vanderfeld leered, "and as for what I've done to her, I'll be only too glad to tell you, since you won't be alive for much longer."

Solo and kuryakin looked to each other, this man truly was insane.

"I've perfected a treatment to reduce my subjects to their animal state, hence the trainer, eventually she'll be perfectly behaved. My dear cousin found her and another snooping around his property. He disposed of her partner, but thought I'd like this one as my new pet; my last one died you see…  unnatural causes, of course.”

“Of course.” Illya responded dryly, furiously trying to figure out a way of rescuing his Becca and escaping, while hoping that Napoleon would come up with something quicker than he could.

Just then Otto clicked his fingers and the two scantily dressed maidens either side of him approached nearer, he whispered in the ear of one and she nodded shyly before they both hurriedly left the room to prepare his evening meal and his bed.

This evened up the odds; apart from the trainer and Vanderfeld himself, there were the three guards, Napoleon wondered if there was enough of Rebecca left to help in the fight, he would have to take the chance that something would register in the wild woman.

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[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Illya needs to keep his temper in check, before he turns into a wild 'man' of Borneo. Keeping in mind the adage, "revenge is a dish best served cold." Good chapter.

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

Mmm, I don't think he'll let his temper get the better of him, he's too professional for that, but it doesn't stop him from thinking about it.

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