This story is intended for amusement purposes only. This story is not meant to infringe on the names of Remington Steele, Laura Holt or anything that would cause MTM productions or anybody else to sue me. This story is the property of Lisa Watson ã 2000.
Ricardo Forrester's villa was astounding. It was almost twice the size of Laura's with an even more spectacular view. Under other circumstances Laura would have enjoyed looking around, but her main objective at the moment was to get away from Rico the would be rapist. Laura's wrists were beginning to go numb from the bandana binding them. She flexed as best she could to try to relieve the discomfort. Rico placed her on the nearest piece of furniture as they entered his house. Without a backward glance he headed for the bar threw his keys on the countertop and fixed himself a drink. He had completed the task and turned avid eyes toward Laura on the leather sofa.
"I don't suppose you'd care for a drink Miss Holt?" Rico inquired hospitably.
"Why? Planning to get me nice and inebriated before you rape and pilage me Mr. Forrester?" Laura sneered.
Rico looked quite surprised by her outburst but he remained nonchalant as he walked towards her. He sat on the coffee table just inches in front of her and regarded her with interest.
"I'm sure you think I'm quite the scoundrel Miss Holt but I'm not. Well not exactly," He corrected.
"I would be more inclined to believe that Mr. Forrester if I weren't bound, kidnapped and on my way to being sexually assaulted," Laura said dryly.
Laura figured she would try to talk her way out of her predicament. Laura knew it wouldn't bode well getting him riled up and defensive. Laura had been in this position countless times; both with and without backup. Even as used to it as she was, being steps away from serious physical harm always scared the hell out of her.
"Rico, Miss Holt. Call me Rico or Ricardo - whichever you prefer," He said running a finger down her cheek.
Laura refused to draw away from his touch. She wouldn't let him see how scared she was. He would surely use it against her, most captors did.
"You didn't flinch when I touched you. Good I dislike timid women," He said smiling.
Rico sat his drink on the table and stood, pulling Laura up with him. He steered her toward the staircase.
Laura let him guide her up the stairs toward what she knew would be the bedroom. Her mind raced trying to work out the best plan to allow her to escape.
"What about Abby?" Laura asked when he'd stopped her in front of his bed.
"Don't concern yourself with Abigail Laura, at least not at the moment. Suffice it to say my darling Abigail will feel my wrath soon enough. Now let's get you more comfortable," Rico said softly.
Rico slid his hands up and down Laura's arms. He felt her stiffen slightly and then relax. He smiled as he slowly leaned in and kissed her. Laura remained pliant in his arms as his kiss deepened. He was skilled, there was no doubt about it as he concentrated his efforts on evoking a response from Laura's body. His lips moved to her neck and his hands roamed over her body. His breathing quickened and he smiled against her lips when he felt her shudder.
"I can't let you do this," Laura said through clenched lips.
"Laura, you aren't in a position to stop me are you? I'm going to have you, there isn't a doubt about it, the question is how Laura and that's up to you. With you cooperating or without you cooperating, it doesn't matter to me. At the moment I find myself very attracted to you so this won't be as unpleasant as you think." He chuckled as he lowered his mouth to hers again. After several minutes he pulled her top over her head. He smiled in satisfaction as his eyes roamed over her chest.
Laura let his mouth cover hers. When she felt his tongue in her mouth she bit down hard. Rico attempted to pull away but Laura refused to release his tongue. He grabbed her bound wrists in his hands and applied steady pressure until Laura thought her wrists would snap. The pain was more than she could bear and with a frustrated moan she released her grasp on his tongue. Rico shoved her on the bed and stepped away from her.
He eyed her with menace as he tasted blood in his mouth. He walked toward her and pulled her up by her hair. Laura gasped at the pain and got to her feet as quickly as she could to relieve it. He brought her face inches away from his and scowled into her face.
"That was stupid Laura. I guess you need a sample of what I'm capable of." Rico ground out.
He slapped her hard against the face and pushed her back on the bed. He covered her body with his, he was far from gentle when he kissed her this time. It was a kiss meant to punish and Laura tried not to gag as he forced his tongue in her mouth. Laura kept her eyes shut and remained still under him as he continued his assault. He noticed she wasn't fighting or moving and he looked down at her.
He smiled as he saw resign in Laura's demeanor. He got up off her began loosening the buckle on his pants. Laura still had her eyes closed but she could hear him disgarding his clothes. Laura opened her eyes and saw him wearing only his briefs. She met his eyes and refused to look away.
"Don't fight me Laura and I promise I won't hurt you further." Rico promised.
He saw a miniscule nod from Laura. He smiled and began to cover her body with his again.
He heard it before he felt it. A dull sickening thud as Laura's knee connected forcefully with his groin. The air left Rico's body in a savage hiss as he fell back onto the floor, his body instinctively drew up to ward off additional attacks. Laura bolted off the bed and grabbed her shirt. She stopped long enough to deliver two well placed kicks to Rico's middle to insure he wouldn't be capable of following her. She heard him groaning loudly, still unable to talk as she ran from the room and down the stairs. Laura ran to the bar, grabbed his keys and ran for the front door. She heard him cursing her at the top of his lungs for the pain she'd delivered him but she didn't look back. She was in his car and pulling off before Rico had even made it to an upright position.
Laura felt the tears welling in her eyes but she refused to let them fall until she was safe at her villa. She didn't want to get hysterical as she drived around looking for a landmark. After a few minutes she saw signs for Georgetown Harbour and sighing in relief headed Rico's car toward them. She pondered driving straight for the police station but she told herself she'd go after she composed herself.
Laura's hands were shaking as she let herself in to her villa. She shut the door, bolted the lock and sank back against the door. She closed her eyes and sent a heartfelt prayer heavenward.
"Laura! Good Lord, you look shaken...and stirred. What happened?"
Laura opened her eyes and saw Remington walking quickly towards her from the living room. It was too much. She collapsed on the tiled foyer floor before he could get to her.
Remington sank to his knees in front of her and gathered her in his arms. He took in her disheveled appearance and bruised face. He knew something terrible had happened to her but wouldn't be able to tell what until Laura composed herself. She felt his arms around her but couldn't stop shaking. She tried to speak but the lump in her throat refused to let words pass. Remington picked her up and took her to the living room to lay on the couch. He knelt in front of the sofa and stroked her hair and arm in an effort to calm her.
"It...it was Rico," Laura got out between sobs.
Remington didn't need to hear anymore. Those three words were enough to tell him that Ricardo Forrester had attacked her. At the moment Remington was hoping he'd get a chance to kill the him before the police got to him. Remington asked Laura if she'd reported him to the local authorities yet. She told him she should have but didn't. She just wanted to get home and get herself together before filing a report on the incident with Rico. She didn't think he'd be foolish enough to come after her again given the circumstances. Remington wasn't so sure.
"Laura, I think we should go to the authorities straight away. We've got to get this bastard for what he's done. I'd like to kill him myself but I don't think that would be the lawful thing for Remington Steele to do," Remington smiled ruefully.
Laura knew he was right and sat up on the couch. Remington sat down beside her and pulled her to him. He looked at her grimly for a few minutes before he tilted her face up to meet his eyes.
"Laura, did he...uh that is did he...hurt you?" Remington asked shakily.
Laura knew what he was asking and blushed slightly under his close scrutiny.
"No, he didn't rape me. I got away before the bastard could do what he intended," Laura replied quietly.
Remington ran his hand down her face and shuddered. "Thank God" he breathed.
Laura stood up and told Remington she was going to go change clothes so that they could go to the police station. Remington nodded and watched her go. As soon as she was out of sight he sat back heavily on the couch and sighed.
Laura sat on her bed and stared in to space.
She felt soiled inside and out and in need of a shower to remove all traces of her
encounter with Rico. She knew it was all in her mind but she couldn't fight the
sudden urge to be clean. Laura was mentally and physically spent so her steps were
slow as she walked to her closet for a change of clothes. Suddenly Laura gasped as a
hand came up from behind her, covered her mouth and pulled her forcibly against a hard
frame.
"Careful Laura or I'll snap that pretty neck of yours," Rico sneered in her ear. "You really thought I would turn tail and run didn't you my dear? That was a foolish assumption on your part," he whispered. "Now then, where were we?" He said with menace as he pulled Laura toward the bed.