Carol Kirkwood detective: Therapy gone wrong!

Carol Kirkwood, the UKCP licensed psychotherapist that ran a small practice at Hawkwood Road, Bournemouth, was most certainly having a bad hair day. She was bristling with fury. Here she was, sitting all tied up and gagged on her own therapy couch, and her new patient, mister Osbourne, was sitting on her chair, taking notes and making fun of her.

“Mfff! Mfff! Mffff! Ltm grmmpf nwfff Grmmwrngnnn yowl!” she hoots furiously though her gag urging him to let her go.

“Sorry, can’t hear you!” Osbourne laughs. “It is obvious that you are a very passionate woman miss Kirkwood! And you are also quite a flirt! Just look at you with your skirt hiked all the way up. I can see a generous piece of thigh, a nice meaty well rounded massive bum, and the reinforced control top pantyhose that you are wearing indicates the target area for any male with amorous intentions perfectly with that mesmerizing diamond sized crotch piece in plain view. That is a panty peek what you are generously offering now isn’t it?” he chuckles.

“Gwnnn Dmmgrrmm Gwervert!” Carol mewls back angrily through her gag. She spits him a venomous glare, as he knows all too well that it was he himself that hiked up her skirt and put her into this awkward and rather embarrassing position in front of his very eyes. It definitely turns him on, she can observe by the huge bulge in his pants.

“I’m afraid that is exactly the problem why your relationships with men don’t work out Miss Kirkwood. All the men want to shag you, but for a meaningful relationship between partners you also need to talk. That is where you are seriously lacking! Nothing intelligible comes out!” he roars!

“Mrffff! Fwrwack Whooou!! ” Carol furiously hoots back through her gag. She is so mad at him she really wants to punch him now and give him the finger, but unfortunately her hands are tied firmly behind her back, and she has her mouth taped shut with multiple layers of white microfoam medical tape. All she can do is squirm helplessly on the couch.

“ So to me as your therapist it is pretty obvious what is the problem here and the solution! You need speech therapy!” he hoots with laughter.

“Whahaha! Funny! Very funny!” Carol grumbles to herself as she merely casts him a contemptuous glare in reply and forces her anger about her humiliation to evaporate. She needs a clear head now. How could it go so horribly wrong here? At first sight Osbourne didn’t seem the type at all. He is quite handsome, well groomed and immaculately dressed in a stylish business suit. He speaks politely, respectfully, haltingly and thoughtfully. He has problems with his relationship and with his work, and he wants to find the right balance, he explained at the intake survey. So what he had portrayed to her as a therapist was a rather successful business professional with a stressful life on the verge of a burnout and because of that his relationship was also falling apart. He wants back the control over his life. Of course Carol can help him with that and offer him the tools to set his picket poles, become more assertive and discover true worth, so she decided to take him on.

So when Carol put him on the couch for his first session, in search of the deeper roots and motives of someone that is always trying so hard to be everything to everybody and thereby completely loosing who his is himself in that process, instead she got a completely different story. Osbourne is very bitter about his wife betraying him. That is really what put his life to shambles. So Carol offered the option of relationship therapy for the both of them, because there always two sides of a story. Find out where it goes wrong. In general it has to do with communication, being able to talk to each other and listen. Can you talk about what you expect out of life, and how you can achieve that? Can you find common ground? Carol had asked.

The answer to that question was that Osbourne had pulled a gun on her, forced her over to bend on the couch on her knees, pulled her hands behind her back, crossed her wrists, and tied then tightly with the rope he had pulled out of his attaché case. In her mind Carol winced again by the way the had pulled these ropes real tight. With her hands behind her back Carol knew the fight was already finished, but Osbourne then employed a lot more tightly pulled and knotted rope to render her even more helpless. And then he hiked up her skirt and shut her off permanently with a lot of tape wrapped around her mouth. Carol had tried to dissuade him, pointing out that unlawful deprivation of liberty is a very serious criminal offence according to UK law. She urged him not to make it worse for him, that they could talk about it and that she would let it pass if he would let her go. That only got her a derisive snort from Osbourne. “Why should i?” he grinned as he tapped meaningfully at his gun, which gave a district plastic and not a metallic sound. “You think you are so smart Miss Kirkwood! I Fooled you didn’t I? Now you are all tied up and helpless. What are you going to do about it love? ” he laughed genially.

“Plastic guns or real guns don’t matter for that. It is the threat that you were going to blow my brains out when you put it to my head. It doesn’t make any difference for the criminal charge. If you rob a bank with a curry bottle wrapped in a plastic bag pointing at the cashier it’s the same thing, she had laughed at him before MFFFFF! MFFFF ! MFFFF! She had her mouth taped shut.

So yeah, there she was, tied up, gagged and helpless. Definitely a bad hair day. But now that this pervert had his fun with her as a therapist and played his pranks on her while she was no longer in charge and got him a really hard- on. What’s next? Carol muses. Then suddenly a more likely motive for Osbourne to tie up and gag his therapist dawns to her. “Shit! It’s not about me, but about my next appointment. Helen Keller, formerly known as Helen Douglas, and he is going to have his way with her next!” she grasp in panic. Her captor watches her intensely and beams broadly as she recognises incredulously who he really is. “Sh…ttt! Mwhff, Dhoagglzzz?” Carol answers muffled though her gag “ Yep! Mike Douglas! Now you get the picture don’t you?” he chuckles as he moves forward, puts his arms around Carols waist, lifts her, and unceremoniously shoves her into the closet and slams the door shut. “MFFFF! MFFF! ” Carol protests in vain to no avail. There she is all alone in the pitch dark in a tight cramped and confined space, and she is rendered completely helpless. Douglas has made very sure about that.

Carol thrashes wildly in the closet, trying to free herself from the cruel ropes that mercilessly encircle and constrain her curvaceous body while she hoots on top of her lungs through her gag to make as much noise as possible to warn Helen Keller, but to no avail. Then she hears her voice. “Carol? Carol? Where are you?” she asks. Mffff! Mffff! Carol answers. Then the door opens. There is Helen Keller with an appalled expression on her face when she witnesses her thoroughly roped up and gagged dishevelled therapist in the closet. Helen is 55 years old but she looks like she is about 10 years younger and she is quite a stunner. 5’6, 180lbs, lily white skin, medium auburn hair, and she is wearing a tight fitting indigo blue turtleneck that shows off her 40DD breasts nicely. Underneath she wears a tight black pencil skirt which accentuates the female curves of her hips and her nice round behind, and her attire is completed by tan pantyhose and black high heeled patent pumps. For make-up she wears peach eye shadow on the lid and brown in the crease, mascara and eyeliner and a slight touch of bronzer on her cheeks for the blush and pinkie/ brown lipstick on her lips. It is all done very tastefully and she is immaculately groomed as is befitting for the successful high ranking executive in the cosmetics business that she is.

“Oh my God! What happened to you Carol? Poor girl! Have you been robbed or something?” she blurts out. “Don’t worry! We’ll get that horrible gag out of your mouth right away so you can breathe comfortably and tell me all about what happened to you” Helen tries to reassure Carol who desperately tries to warn her by making gestures with her head to the man who has appeared behind her as she screams through her gag on top of her lungs. Then the inevitable happens. “Mfffffff! Mffffff!” Helen feels a hand clamped over her mouth and she freezes in terror when she recognises his voice. “ Surprise! Surprise! Guess who’s here? It’s Mikey!” he purrs softly into her ear. “Don’t make a sound and do as I tell you, or I will blow your brains out of that pretty head of yours!” he orders menacingly. “It’s OK Mike! Don’t do anything stupid! I will do anything you ask me, just like old times. Please don’t hurt her!” Helen pleads. Of course Carol knows that it is a fake gun, and in a desperate move she has righted herself and hops out of the closet to charge him. Douglas blinks in surprise and then, with a lazy smile on his face, he shoves her lightly in the shoulder, and “Moahhhhhh!” off balance, Carol topples back into the closet again. “Ouch! That hurt!” Carol winces as she casts him a baleful glare. “You got that coming miss Kirkwood! I told you to stay out of this, but you just wouldn’t listen, would you? Now you stay put here in the closet and don’t make a sound while me and Helen are going to have a nice chat on your therapy couch” he announces. “ You know how it is with that contact ban the judged imposed on me don’t you? He also sent me into therapy, and that is exactly what I did! So this really comes down to killing two birds with one stone isn’t it?” he chuckles as he leads Helen away and closes the door on Carol, leaving her helpless in the dark again. With a resigned sigh Carol submits to her fate, and decides to wait out her ordeal. She has tried really hard and has given all she’s got, but the ropes are just too tight, and moreover she is locked inside her own closet. The situation is completely hopeless! She keeps quiet and listens intensely to the situation outside. At least no signs of any argument or of Helen being abused by her vengeful ex. That is good! Perhaps Helen is able to convince Mike of the madness and stupidity of his desperate plan. After what seems like a lifetime suddenly the door opens and Carol feels hope soaring in her chest. But instead of Helen it is Mike, and once he has roughly dragged her out of her cramped prison, she feels herself deflate. What she sees hits her like a hammer blow.

There sits Helen, sobbing softly with a dejected look on her face as she looks up to Carol. She has her hands taped behind her back, and broad bands of sticky plaster encircle her torso above and below her 40DD breasts and around her waist. Her mouth is taped shut with medical tape, and around her neck she wears a dog collar with the name `whore’ on it, written in pink. The leash is tied around one of the couch legs, and is very tight, so she is forced to keep her head down. Her skirt has been stripped off, so she is only wearing her blue turtleneck, her pantyhose, thong and her high heels. It is clear that she has been put in this helpless humiliating position on purpose and that her ex, Mike Douglas, has lost it completely now. There’s only hate, anger and revenge left there. “ You know, I tried to be reasonable, but she flatly refused to come back and make up with me. It sure must have been you that put all of that poison into her brain miss Kirkwood, because after she signed up with your therapy sessions, she has pressed charges at me, and asked for a divorce. You ruined my life, did you know that?” he fumes at her.

Carol puffs out her chest and glares back at him defiantly. Of course because she is gagged she cannot talk to give him lip, but her body language conveys the message just the same. She nods at Helen, then she nods at her own tied up and gagged predicament, then she quizzically raises one eyebrow and shrugs her shoulders, indicating “Isn’t this obvious? Just look at what you did here! Is this normal male behaviour or are you really a psycho? Of course she divorced you and pressed charges because of what you are and how you behaved.” Of course that makes him mad, but Carol doesn’t care, because it puts heart into Helen Keller, her patient. “You can hurt, abuse and humiliate us all you want, but you cannot take away our pride and dignity as women. Not anymore!” she made that perfectly clear to Douglas. And she is paying the price for it right now. He is going to humiliate her in just the same fashion as his ex, but Carol is determined not to show any weakness. She goes to war here! So he strips her skirt as well, and she just shrugs it off. Then he unties the ropes around her chest, waist and her hands, takes off her jacket, and in reply she obediently crosses her wrists behind her back in advance and allows him to tape her up thoroughly as well. Then she nods at Helen and at his briefcase. “Do you have a `whore’ collar for me as well in that attaché case?” she conveys with a glare so full of loathe that it makes Douglas actually wince.

“Of course I have a pink bitch collar for you as well bitch!” he nods and grins back knowingly as he fetches the collar and buckles it onto Carols neck. Then he unties the leash of Helens collar from the sofa leg, helps her up, and attaches her leash to the ring of Carols bitch collar. Then he attaches the carabine hook of his shooting line dog leash to her collar as well and then he tows both of his helpless tied up and gagged captives along with great pleasure. “Off we go walkie walkie my dears!” Then he does a funny jiggle while he sings along with the Baha Men tune “Who let the dogs out! Who, who, who, who, who?” as he smiles broadly into their faces.

Carols psychological mind is working overtime as she tries to make sense of their captor and his strange behaviour, looking for an edge against him. Here you actually have a very good looking guy that really can dance. He really turns the heads of the ladies and could have easily found a replacement for his lost love Helen to make him happy again without too much effort. He could have moved on, but why didn’t he do it? Is he really that deranged? ” Carol ponders. Then her musings get drawn short by a shark yank on her leash from Douglas.

“Enough dawdling! Off we go ladies!” he cheers as he mercilessly tows them to the backdoor. “Move it! Move it” he yells as his captives black heels click against the cement floor of the storage room heading towards the back door, leading to the private parking lot behind the building. There he wenches the handle of his leash on his two captives between the support beams of the emergency staircase, ties it off, and peers his head out of the door to make sure that the coast is clear. Then he dashes out, leaving hem alone, and before they are able to get the leash free and close the door on him, they hear the sound of a van already heading backwards in reverse mode. “Oh shit! That must be him, parking his van right up to the backdoor!” Carol sighs in desperation, as another chance to escape has just eluded them.

Then the backdoor opens and Carol and Helen are staring straight into the loading floor of a black van with the back doors opened to obscure the view from both sides. “Mffff!” both women protest as they get dragged inside by their cruel captor. Once the doors are closed, Douglas takes his time taping their legs together thoroughly with loops of duct tape on their ankles, halfway up their calves, above and below their knees and way up their thighs just below their bums. Then he steps back to admire his handiwork with a big smile on his face and a big bulge in his pants. This kind of work most certainly turns him on. Carol has a frightened premonition that there is far worse for her and Helen to come. Mfff! Mfff! Both Carol and Helen mewl through their gags as the van pulls away to their unknown destiny.

The ride takes for ages and Helen has started sobbing again. The sound of her plaintive whimpers really tear Carol apart. “Mff! Mff!” She grunts through her gag to get Helens attention, proudly puffs out her chest, adopts a defiant pose and nods comfortingly to her. “Come on! Get a grip! We are not finished yet! We’ll find a way to get out of this! Trust me!” she conveys in confident body language. Helen cheers up a bit and nods back gratefully.

Finally the van stops, and Douglas starts untying the legs of the ladies. “Come on dears! It is walkie walkie time again” he grins as he shoves them out of the van and drags them along with his dog leash. Carol gets very worried when she notices where they are. They are deep in the woods and there is the sound of rushing water. In front of them is a building with a waterwheel. It most certainly is an old saw mill, and the building looks well enough maintained that it probably is still in working order. “What does this whacko have in mind for us?” Carol ponders. “Mrff? Wrff Thtt?” Hellen asks. Obviously she is thinking the same thing. “Ahh! That is Marsden Mill ladies, and it is private property. We are going to spend a couple of days here to get to know each other a little better” Douglas explains reassuringly with a rather false smile on his face.

He steps up behind Carol lays his hands on her breasts and starts to squeeze them. “Hrmm! Nice and juicy, and for your age, they are still rather firm. My compliments! They are not as big as my Helen’s but they will do nicely” he purrs. “Mrfffff!” Douglas’s hand has slipped between her legs and he starts groping her crotch area. Carol squirms to get his hand away there, but to no avail. “ Ahh and what do we have in store here for little Mikey miss Kirkwood?” he whispers in her ear. “Helen’s cunny is nice and tight, which is perfect for me because I’m afraid I am not really that well endowed in that area. I hope that yours isn’t elephant size!” he snorts. “Mrffff!” Helen yanks hard on her leash to pull him away from Carol. “Oh My! Getting jealous are we? I think this will be a very interesting couple of days for the three of us!” he smiles as he leads his captives down the path and over the water sluice into the old water mill.

The interior is rather well kept, and there is probably still someone living here. There is a nice small kitchen area, with a dinner table and some chairs and upstairs there is a small cosy bedroom with a single bed. Douglas leads his captives to the bedroom. Carol is afraid that he will go at them immediately because it is clear that he is getting rather horny, but none of this happens. Carol is put on a chair, and gets tightly lashed to it with the ropes from Douglas’s attaché case, and then Gnnnn! Gnnnn! She gets a crotch rope that Douglas pulls very tight between her labia and then connects it to her ankles that are pulled al the way back under the chair, so that when Carol tries to sit in a more comfortable position, she will also pull her crotch rope tighter.

Then Helen gets shoved on the single bed on her belly, and gets lashed tightly to it by Douglas with the remaining ropes. She also gets a crotch rope, which is connected to her ankles in a struct hog tie. He strokes her bum admiringly. “Oh wow! You still have that marvellous behind Helen. I can’t wait until we get re- acquainted” he smiles. “ And now, my dears, I will leave you here to rest a bit after your rather tiring journey, while I go downstairs and fix us some dinner later” he announces. Carol just rolls her eyes. “Rest a bit? Dammit! This is even worse than the van ride!” she bristles.

After he is gone, Carol wiggles a bit on her chair to see if she can get free. She looks over her shoulder and sees Helen trying as well, but their situation is completely hopeless. The ropes are too tight and she cannot get to Helen to pry each other’s bonds loose. As time passes the situation becomes more strenuous. Her thigh and calf muscles are cramped, she is hungry and thirsty, there is that vile and humiliating piece of rope between her legs, and she needs to go to the bathroom! It is obvious that Douglas does this on purpose to soften them up and wear them out.

It's already getting dark now, so it must be around nine- o`clock. Carol has figured. That means that she is already tied up and gagged for five hours! “Mffff! Mffff! Mffff!” she starts to hoot through her gag to get his attention. “Mfffff!” Pretty soon Helen joins in as well. She must be pretty much feeling the same way.

If takes a while before Douglas finally appears.. “Bwaffffrhmmmmm! Mwe nddd tg t Bwaaffrhmmmm!” she pleads through her gag. “Ah! You need to go to the bathroom ladies!” he smiles “Sorry for being so inattentive ladies. It completely slipped my mind. I’m not an experienced kidnapper you know?” he chuckles as he ties them loose from the chair and the bed , puts on their collars again, and helps them downstairs to the bathroom. “Mrfff! Mrfff!” Carol wiggles her breasts, and turns around to show him that she cannot possibly go to the bathroom to relieve herself with her hands tied behind her back. “No! Sorry Miss Kirkwood! Not going to happen!” Douglas smiles. “This is how we will do it!” he explains as he brutally yanks her pantyhose and her knickers down and puts her on the toilet bowl. “Just Mffff when you are done my dear!” he laughs as he closes the door. After the ladies have been allowed to relieve themselves, Douglas takes them to the kitchen where he tapes them onto chairs. He has an English breakfast cooking, and although it is not the appropriate time for that, both Ladies have their mouth watering at the smell of delicious fried crispy bacon because they are very hungry now. Douglas sets a plate only for himself and wolfs it down with relish with a pint of dark ale. Helen and Carol just sit there helplessly and get nothing. After he is finished he burps contently. Then he pries Helen’s sticky microfoam gag off her face and allows her to drink some mineral water. Then he opens a can of Heinz Beans in tomato sauce, puts it on the table and starts feeding his ex with a spoon.

Of course it tastes awful, but Helen knows full well that she needs to eat something now or else she is going to faint. She manages to eat half a can, before she indicates that she has had enough. Zipp! Then she gets her mouth taped shut again, and it is Carols turn to eat and drink something. Of course Douglas is making fun of them both with the kiddie feed airplane routine, but Carol mainly shrugs it off. Eating something is better than getting nothing and she needs the energy to stay sharp and focussed for any opportunity to escape.

After that, it is back to the bedroom again with Carol tied up on the chair and Helen lashed to the bed. Fortunately this time he hasn’t pulled her crotch rope too tight, but she doesn’t get much sleep though. Off and on she dozes off, only to be awakened by a sharp pang of pain coursing through her cramped muscles. In the morning both Carol and Helen are completely exhausted, as they have been tied up and gagged for over 14 hours now.

Both of the ladies stagger downstairs, unsteady on their feet because of their cramped legs, and after they have been allowed to go to the toilet, to their surprise breakfast this time is much better. Douglas has made tea and toast, spread with butter cream, and topped with delicious smoked salmon and dill sauce. “This is a special day today, don’t you remember Helen? It’s our wedding day! So this calls for a special breakfast” he smiles as he hand-feeds the ladies with delicious morsels. “Yeah! Much better!” Carol admits, and then she gets her mouth taped shut again.

Then he takes the ladies to the mill-run where he loops the rope on Carols slave collar over one of the support roof beams and ties it off out of her reach. That allows her to walk around bit and stretch her cramped legs, but only within a limited range. Then Douglas does what Carol had already feared. He is going to have his way with his ex. “Mffff! Mffff!” Carol protests loudly through her gag and tries to kick him.. “Mfff!” Helen casts a plaintive look over her shoulder to Carol as she is being led away to the bedroom upstairs.

Carol has pricked up her ears to follow what is going on upstairs. Apparently Douglas has pulled the tape off Helens mouth because she can hear the two of them talking. Then suddenly it all erupts in a loud argument. She can hear Douglas cursing violently and Helen screaming back at him. “Sorry Mike! I’ve been really trying hard to be good to you, but I can’t help that, can I? Please don’t blame me!” “You bitches! You are all the same! It is all your fault!” he screams back at her, and Slappp! Carol hears a very meaty thwack that indicates that he has slapped Helen very hard in the face. Then she hears him sobbing. After a few minutes she hears someone descending the stairs very quietly. To her relief Carol sees that it is Helen. She has a red welt on her cheek, still has her hands taped behind her back and her pantyhose is only halfway up her bum. She quickly tries to pry the knot of the rope loose of the rope that loops over the support beam to hold Carol in place. “Yeah! It’s always been like that with Mike. He is a lousy lover and has problems with premature ejaculation. It happened again and now he blames me! We have to get out of here quickly, because I know how violent he can get after such a sexual failure” she explains urgently.

“Oh no! You don’t!” Douglas barks as he flies down the stairs grabs Helen around her waist and pulls her away from Carol. “You vile bitches! Always gossiping and laughing at me!” he snarls in rage as he pulls a roll of medical tape out of his coat, and Mffffff!, tapes Helen’s mouth shut again. “Ahh, much better, you bitch! Pretty soon you won’t be laughing at me anymore. Let’s see who laughs last and laughs best here shall we?” he announces with an evil smile on his face as he drags Helen away to the adjacent saw mill run. And I’m not finished with you as well therapy lady! I have something very special in mind for you! Muahahahahaha!”

Carols heart skips a beat and she gulps in fright, because she has a pretty good idea what Douglas is going to do with them both now. Pathetic as he is, he is going to copy the classic cliff-hanger scene from the old black and white detective movie series, with the damsel in distress tied to a log, about to be shredded to pieces in a lumber mill. Only this time there won’t be any hero around that engage the villain in a fistfight that goes on and on forever, with a valiant last split second rescue of the damsel, a hairbreadth from the saw blade.

“Oh my god! He is really going to do it. This will be the end for the both of us” she grasps as she hears the water sluice being opened and the gears of the mill being put in motion.

When finally Douglas is finished with his work on Helen, and comes back for Carol to drag her into the mill run as well, she sees her worst nightmare come to life. There is poor Helen, helplessly whimpering through her gag. She has been strapped to a log, and Douglas has outfitted her again with a crotch rope. Up ahead she can see the seven piece saw blade block that is used to turn logs into planks. It’s already moving up and down. But there is more. There is a heavy anvil hanging in the air, and it has a rope, connected to the log. There is a chair standing in front of the mill run, and there is a rope with a noose slung over the support beam connected to the anvil.

She can see what Douglas has in mind for her. She will be tied to the chair with the noose around her neck, and will be forced to watch Helen’s head being shredded to pieces, and once the saw blades reach the rope that holds the heavy anvil into the air and cut it, she will be strung up.

Carol tries to make one last desperate fight of it, but it is useless. Pretty soon she finds herself tightly lashed to the chair in front of Helen with a cruel and humiliating crotch rope between her legs, and a noose around her neck. She helplessly moans plaintively through her gag with her eyes wide of fear. Douglas watches it all with relish and makes pictures of the both of them with his mobile phone. Then he releases the handle, and slowly but inexorably the log with Helen strapped to it moves towards the merciless saw blades.

Then suddenly an angry voice barks out. “What the fuck is this Michael, stop this lunacy immediately!” a gnarled old man has stepped into the mill shed, levelling a double barrel shotgun at him. “No! I’m afraid not uncle Rupert. My life is wasted anyway. I am a complete failure. All that is left for me is my revenge on these two bitches. So over my dead body, this mill run is not going to stop Uncle! If I cannot have her, nobody will! ” he snarls back in anger. The old man shrugs and BOOOOOOOMMMM! Blasts Douglas to pieces with the release of both shotgun barrels loaded with heavy grapeshot. The impact is so violent that it lifts him off his feet and he lands messily dead in a heap a few yards further away. Then the old man moves to the lever and shuts down the mill run.

Both ladies utter a sigh of relief. “ Bad for business!” he explains. Then he walks to Douglas and prods him with his foot to see if there is still any life left in him. “ It was just your own words Nephew! Yes indeed you are a complete failure, and you did challenge me to kill you, am I right? Of course I should have done it years ago, because ever since the death of your mother I’ve been cleaning up your shit boy, and now I have to dig another shallow grave in the woods” he grumbles angrily as he kicks the dead body in the shin. “Mfff? Mffff? What about us? Can we get free now? Both Helen and Carol glance up to the old man expectantly. He flashes them a broad grin back. “Now THAT is good for business! Two pretty ladies all tied up and gagged, ready for shipment!” he chuckles. “I must admit that my worthless nephew did something right here. Wow! What a beauty! He lifts Helens chin admiringly. You are his ex, aren’t you?” he grins. And you must be that pretty therapist he talked about. He walks over to Carol and fondles her breasts admiringly. “Hrmm! Big, nice and firm!” I’m sure I can find a customer for the two of you!” he laughs as he cuts Helen loose from her log, takes another chair sets it next to Carol and ties her tightly onto it. He removes the noose from Carols Neck and starts to make pictures of the both of them with his cell- phone.

Helen and Carol just sit there flabbergasted, unable to make sense of this sudden turn of events. One moment they were going to die horribly at the hands of a psycho, and now their valiant saviour has turned into a white slaver? Can you believe that?

It takes some time before Uncle Rupert shows up again. He is dressed completely different now in an elegant well groomed country gentleman attire. Gone is the dukes of Hazard Uncle Jessie Old miller character, to be replaced by a respectable older businessman. “Yeah! Some change isn’t it ladies?” he chuckles. “You know, I’m a bit in the import and export business, and the grumpy old solitary miller character is the perfect cover for the operation we have running here. This opportunity was really too good to miss. Of course nephew Mikey has kidnapped the both of you, there will be witnesses for that, and as you have disappeared without a trace, it will be likely that he has killed you both and ran off. Nobody will figure out that it is actually Mikey who is dead and the two of you are still alive!” he chuckles. “Come on pretty ladies! Off you go to your new home!” he laughs as he tugs his two hapless captives along by the dog leash to his brand new Mercedes AMG E coupé.

Epilogue.

Carol wakes up drowsy from her sedation. She doesn’t have a clue where she is right now, but the first thing she sees is a big grinning black face in front of her. Shit! Is she in Africa how? “Whahahahahahah!!!” she screams in panic.

“Wowowowowow!” Cool it Miss Kirkwood! Please keep calm. It’s all right! You’re safe now!” the man reassures her in an undiluted Caribbean Jamaican accent. “Where am I?” She grasps. “You’re safe, and you’re in Saint Thomas’ Hospital in London. “I am detective Dennis Walker, Scotland Yard. We managed to rescue you and Helen Keller just in time!” He smiles. “Just look around! This rather looks like a hospital room doesn’t it?” he grins. “Yeah sure does!” she sighs in relief as she becomes aware of her surroundings.

“Thank you detective for rescuing me, and I apologize for being so rude to you because of your skin colour! You know, the last thing I knew was Uncle Rupert telling me that my new owners would be mighty pleased with this quality addition to their harem and that he got a very good price for me before he put the syringe into my arm and everything went black, so when I woke up and saw you, I accidentally mistook you for a harem warden. I’m so sorry detective Walker. “ No offence taken lass! We’re all glad we got the two of you out of there safe and sound.” Walker smiles fondly at her. “How is Helen?” she asks. “Probably still asleep I guess. DCI Bunny Percy is with her right now. Shall we go and see her?” he offers. “Yes please. She offers him her hand to help her out of the hospital bed. She is still a bit wobbly on her legs and has to lean heavily on him. With a sigh of relief she spots Helen sleeping peacefully in the other hospital bed.

“Is she Ok?” she asks the woman sitting in front of the hospital bed. “ Oh Yes! She is perfectly OK. It won’t be long before she wakes up as well. Shall we all sit and wait here?” she offers with a dazzling smile. Carol scrutinizes her closely. She knows this woman from somewhere but she cannot place it. She doesn’t look like a plucky detective at all in her elegant designer women’s suit with a lot of outrageous jewellery that gives her appearance a certain bohemian and artistic touch. She is fit and trim with clear distinct alluring feminine curves and an hourglass shape, but the crow’s feet around her piercing blue eyes and her wide mouth betray that she is the same age as Carol or possibly even older. Then the penny drops.

This is Bunny Percy the super crimefighter from Scotland Yard, and the other guy must be Dennis Walker, the black prince. They were both all over the news 15 years ago. “Ermm? You are Bunny Percy and Dennis Walker of the Scotland Yard super crimefighters? I thought you had retired” she grasps. They both nod in acknowledgement. “Me I have never retired from the force Miss Kirkwood" Walker explains "And I still had some unfinished business with Rupert Hamilton, so I asked my friend Bunny over here back on this mission to lend us a hand” he grins.

“It was a sheer stroke of luck that we stumbled upon the two of you during our covert observations of Hamilton and that we managed to get you out just in time before you were shipped out. Sometimes Lady Fortuna shows her hand” he shrugs. “And how about Hamilton. You got him?” Carol asks. “Yeah we got him. You don’t have to worry about him anymore. He can no longer harm you!” Walker reassures her. “Yeah! Ran into a bullet during the fight at his yacht in Portsmouth when he was trying to have a go at Dennis with his double barrel shotgun” Bunny explains. “So yes! The nightmare for the both of you is over. It won’t be easy to get over this, but I’m sure you will manage. Now shall we wait till Helen wakes up? I am sure that she will be terribly relieved when the first thing she sees is your smiling face Carol!” Bunny chuckles.

End

Note of the author.

It is truly an honour for me to post some of my stories on the KP-presents site. Why is that? Because the man and his friends are the main reason and inspiration for me to pick up the pen and start writing myself. It must have been over a decade ago now that I first got in touch with his work and his iconic characters. I still read ‘em with pleasure. Some of that stuff is so good! Timeless!

This story also features on the Bbunnytributepage on DeviantArt, a page which originally was dedicated to my friend Bunny from Chicago. It features some of the artwork I did for her, and the Doctor Bunny detective stories I wrote about her fantasy character adventures, but now it has evolved with a new protagonist entering the scene: Carol Kirkwood.

I did this one differently. First I wrote the story and the plot in pictures and artwork, and then I filled in the prose. It is an approach I will try to adopt more often. I like it. It is a story about a psycho kidnapping his ex and her therapist, and the guy is really vengeful and rather cruel. This is the story of the rollercoaster they go through until they are finally rescued. I must admit that humiliation of women is not really my beer, but once you set out the plot of two ladies at the mercy of a vengeful psycho, I’m afraid this is what you get! This is what he’ll do, and this is what he’s after. My apologies! I’m not that kind of guy, but yeah…..

Why all the grammar errors? I am a Dutchman, so not a native speaker. All warped language and awkward sentences that occasionally occur are entirely due to the author’s poor linguistic skills. Again my apologies!

I hope this explains a bit.

Best Regards,

The Evil Monk.

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