Lay Ladies Lay...
One
quick movement and the strip of tape that was dangling on the blonde’s left
cheek now covered her lips. She smothered the edge of the tape over her third
captive’s right cheek and stood up, the angry mewls coming from behind her made
her take another look at the lesbian couple she was expecting to be the only
ones present in the room.
Sheriff
‘Princeton’ McCabe was quite passive, if compared to her wife that is.
But
both women had been subjected to her over three decades long ‘expertise’ in
knots and ropes, and weren’t going anywhere but a few inches from where each
woman had been ‘anchored’ to over their king size bed. Not that they didn’t
tried to change their helpless situation… so she slapped each woman’s exposed
behind before she went to search that album where the
blonde told her to moments before.
Lay, lady, lay, lay
across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay
across my big brass bed…
She
chuckled, one of her trademarks was that she always left a song playing over
and over again to make ‘company’ for her victims, and the funny thing was that
both (lady) cops were lying across their own big brass bed indeed! But she
wasn’t there for the thrill of robbing (and tying and gagging) the policewomen…
it’s been years since she had been so
brazen and immodest! She wasn’t like that anymore…
But the idea of leaving the couple as she had
left that crooked cop and the male stripper she had hired with the money she
had stolen from a few of her friends… tempting!
This
was better to be good… and she had a hunch that it was.
Whatever colors
you have in your mind
I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine…
As
soon as she started to threaten the trio of lesbian women with public
humiliation (she was either going to find the ‘mementos’ of their ‘sessions’
together or make a few of them in the next minutes… either way she would soon
have a lot of very compromising pictures that none of them three would want to
be made public, so they would have to do her biding or else…), the youngest of
them and the only blonde woman in the room, obviously the couple’s bondage
slave, had started to make too much noise under her gag, but while the other
two were obviously cursing her or making their own threats, she was more like
she wanted to talk with their captor.
Well,
she wasn’t as well gagged as the other two, so her ‘gaggish’
(as she used to call it) was way more understandable… only a single and wide
strip of tape wasn’t as effective as old movies and TV episodes had once made
her believe (once, and just once!)…
And
because of her talk there she was, looking for an album of pictures in a big
square red box over three bigger (and yellow) ones. OK, this was the album
where the sheriff (that she knew was famous for her devotion to old western TV
shows and movies) kept her mementos of all the conventions she had ever
attended…
James Arness,
Richard Boone (?)
(but the guy had died in 198… something!, well, the
sheriff was in her pre-teens in that picture), Lee Majors, Roy Rogers… She
should go straight to the last picture but now she was enjoying a trip down
memory lane… and the trio of captives was right in front of her and in spite of
the cops’ efforts (the blonde was passive) she knew that they had no chance of
freeing themselves.
The
before the last picture showed the sheriff and… what was her name again? A
B-movie dame that had worked on many movie serials and even some 3 Stooges
flicks… It was a recent one (less than two years, tops!). She turned the page
and there it was… a group shot of one man right in the middle of a row of six
women.
There
was the blonde lawyer, the sheriff, her second-in-command (and wife) and the
guy, then Mrs. B-Movie and two extremely beautiful unknown girls (both
‘dressed’ as conservatively as possible for two blue/beige pin-up cowgirls).
And the guy was none other than Jeb Norbertson… which
meant that the blonde lawyer was… Oh… NO!!!!
‘Dayna K. Green?’ – and, to her stupefaction and slight
terror, the kneeling blonde just nodded! – ‘Oh *****!!!!
This place is wired, right?’
But
to the amazement of the cops, who had started to nod, Dayna
shook her head!
‘This
place is not wired? There’s no one coming to…’ – Dayna
shook her head more vehemently as the anguish and disbelief in the other
captives grew exponentially.
‘Then
why did you…?’ – But Dayna’s only reaction was to
look down, as if she could see her own tape gag, and then up, straight to her
eyes, in defiance…
‘Is
she always like that?’ – She asked to the two cops, the younger one nodded and
was scolded and shoulder-butted by her wife. She clicked the sound system shut
and walked the short distance between her and Dayna
still holding the album in her left hand, and with a quick motion of her right
one the strip of tape was now being smashed up by her fingers… Dayna worked her jaw a little before speaking.
‘Thank
you…’ – She turned her attention to the other captives first – ‘Please!!! Let
me handle this!!’ – And then she turned to their captor – ‘Look, you ARE the
real ‘Feline’, right? And you claim that all those burglaries that we had the
past three weeks were NOT your job, YOU are NOT back in the business…, right?’
– and again she nodded to the blonde woman in front of her – ‘Well, you managed
to invade the house where the two best cops in a twenty miles radius live together,
you managed to be quick and sneaky enough to overpower them both and tie them
as they are now…’
‘And
you.’
‘I
am but a dead weight, madam, no matter how many classes I take in self-defense I would never ever be a challenge or a risk to
anyone, much less you…’
‘So…?’
‘I
could have pretended that you are in trouble now and that Jeb’s famous
‘commandos’ are zeroing in this place as we speak, but what could that possibly
give me and them but a short relief? Sure, you would leave this house faster than
I can say ‘Now!’, but you would still be with that ‘insult’ to yourself guiding
your next moves…’
‘It’s
not a matter of pride…’
‘Whatever…
You are determined to find out WHO posed as yourself
and committed those burglaries, and you won’t gonna stop until you get her
name… right?’
‘Yes…
so?’
‘You
just found out that I am the protégée (and former lawyer and friend-for-life)
of one of California’s most infamous billionaires, so you won’t gonna even try
to mess with me or my mistresses as you were about to… right?’
All
three women could see where she was heading, and that she was right…
‘So
WHO are you going to go after to in order to fulfill
this need of yours if you can’t touch me or my mistresses’ reputation as you
were planning? Not even YOU know that yet, but tomorrow you probably would have
a list of names… right?’
Right. She needed to clear her name if she
wanted her daughter to allow her to see her grandson again, plain and simple
like that. Due to her... former line of work, as if her current one wasn’t
troublesome enough!, they had never been in good terms… but after many years of
such a ‘clean’ (as kinky as it was) income she had managed to destroy any
objections that Bellamy (that good-for-nothing son-in-law of hers) had against
close contacts between her and Timothy, only to have whoever was the *********
behind the newest ‘Feline Felon’’s (WHERE was her
common sense when she had adopted such ridiculous nickname? What was she trying
to be then, a Catwoman wannabe?) crime-spree
reestablish those walls back in place again! She
needed to clear her name!
‘And
you don’t want it to happen… So what are you proposing?’
‘First
thing first, you obviously saw the boxes where they keep the stuff we use in
our ‘sessions’ together, right?’ – As if the fact that the tape she had used on
the blonde wasn’t too ‘psychedelic’ (she had been gagged with a more common color, moss green), that both cops ‘wore’ blue and red rope
and bright shiny red ballgags, and that there was a
lot of kinky stuff sprawled over the bed around and in between the two older
women wasn’t a giveaway! – ‘There is a medium sized pot in one of them with
some earplugs. Pick two for each one of them, and a pair of blindfold with
locks and…’
Moments
later the two cops’ impotent fury was fairly obvious as Dayna
was hopping her way to another room with the retired cat burglar in tow. The no
longer retired criminal was feeling eerie about the whole situation, and the
fact that the busty and naked gal in front of her seemed to be, even as helpless
as she was, in charge of it was really getting into her nerves! So she grabbed
the blonde’s right shoulder, spun her around and threw her over her own right
shoulder and carried her to the kitchen...
She
was still recovering from that stupid ‘act
of reaffirmation of power towards her bound and gagged captive’ (or
whatever) when she removed the tape over Dayna’s
lips, she had never seen a captive so cooperative in her life (now that she
stopped to think about she could list four or five windows she opened to any
act from Dayna’s part)…
Dayna had a proposition to make, one that
would solve a lot of issues including the ones that her captor was having with
her double/copycat or whatever, but she had to be sure that her mistresses (and
much more) would not be aware of it in any circumstance.
Meanwhile
Ilena and Princeton did their best to worm their way
across and over the myriad of BDSM related stuff they were feeling that had
been dumped over and around their bodies, so they could have at least a tiny
little chance to free each other. But the anchor ties (that kept Ilena linked to the back posts of the bed and Princeton to
the front ones) were there to stay, and their fingers were useless under all
that tape and…
What
the ******* was Dayna (that wonderfully mad toy that
fate, and very dangerous criminals, had brought to their lives) planning to do
this time?
Twenty
minutes later she finished the simple bonds she had placed over the couple
after she had sprayed Quick Nap straight to their faces. If, after they woke up
that is, it took more than five minutes for them to free each other… she had to
admit that officer Ilena (the youngest woman in that
house at the moment) had quite a beautiful body, and that if she was into women
she might be tempted to…, but she wasn’t. Her current line of work was both
profitable and enjoyable, but did not reflect her own sexuality… Sheriff
Princeton (why did the locals call her that?) for her side was in a very good
shape for a woman in her late forties, she probably had had those muscles all
her life, she struck as the kind of people that did a hundred push-ups after
waking up, and as a former military lady (most likely Army…). Both were now
naked and with a quite minimal amount of rope over their bodies, and Dayna, free of any kind of bondage, kissed both women over
their tape covered lips before she stood up… and activated the sound system.
Stay, lady, stay…
Stay while the night is
still ahead…
‘Now
what?’
‘You
came into the house through…?’
‘I
still know how to deal with an alarm as pitiful as the one they have here, but
how did you enter this house…?’ – ‘…naked
as you are’ she tried to complete, but Dayna just
smiled and indicated (with her right index) her that she was to be followed.
They
went straight to the basement of the one story house, and there it was… a door?
‘This
particular house is quite old, as are the ones in this lane too. Back when they
build it the Cuban Crisis was very fresh in everybody’s mind, so they sold this
lane’s houses as the ones that had their own collective fallout shelter. Which
it’s mostly in ruins now, decades without being used and such, and forgotten by
pretty much everybody in town. But the tunnels connecting my house and theirs,
and the one connecting the numbers 12, 14 and 16 of the other side of the
street, are in good shape… and they make me
clean it once a week all alone! Can you believe it?…
So…’ – and she entered it.
It
wasn’t lit in any way inside the twenty yards tunnel, but there was light
coming from beyond the door where they were heading to.
Forty-six
minutes later she finally finished to trash Dayna’s
private office as the now apparently ‘impotent’ and ‘furious’ blonde woman had
told her to.
Dayna was lying on the floor behind her,
tautly hogtied in the buff and trashing her bonds as if she had any chance of
getting herself free (or wish to do so), while she ‘apparently’ was looking for
something hidden in the office.
Then
she found it, there was indeed something inside that small elephant statue, and
(as Dayna had told her to, while her captive
pretended to get really desperate as she did so) she threw the statue against
the wall and grabbed the pen-drive hidden in it.
The
hardest thing in their performances
for the hidden cameras was that she was posing as a bearded man, and had to
squash her own breasts (far from being big but still…) with a belt in order to
complete her disguise… but she was managing…
The
camera recorded when she undid the ropes connecting Dayna’s
ankles and wrists and freed her legs, then she spun the blonde around (making
her face the camera lens) and tied more rope over her torso and breasts,
finally she dragged the struggling captive away (to her garage and onto her own
car’s trunk!) from the room…
For
a few hours, the whole wide world believed that Sheriff ‘Princeton’ McCabe and
her wife, officer Ilena DelRios,
were only guilty of having slept while their next-door-neighbor
(and big friend) Dayna Green was being kidnapped
under their noses…
But
as for the woman who had spent the past month living in the fallout shelter...
THE
FIRST DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – MORNING
The
news couldn’t be worst for her and the Bratva. Months of careful planning and data gathering down
the drain, flushed by a (still) unknown party. And that wasn’t even the worst
of it! Whoever he or she or they were...
Blood
was going to flow rather freely.
Then
came the phone call that even she was dreading to
answer. Vadim Korlinev was
a just superior, too firm and sometimes too demanding… but more just than half
the other big names among the vor v zakone, but how could he be pleased with the news?
‘<Explain
yourself.>’
‘<After
we learned about the kidnapping I ordered that agents 1 and 2 stayed in place,
but agent 3 was to move out. When our ‘cleaning crew’ showed up at his house
two hours later they found hidden microphones and cameras all over the place.
We sent the cleaning crew to agents 1 and 2 houses as well, and they found more
of it...>’
‘<The
whole operation was already compromised?>’
‘<For
the past three months, at least, according to them...>’
‘<We
have a mole among our ranks?>’
‘<Or
a leak, that’s for sure.>’
And
came the silence. Kornilev
became really quiet when he pondered about the next movements his men and women
would do, she could stand up there with a phone in her hand for ten minutes or
ten hours for all he cared, and she would do it anyway.
She
was ‘Dead Eyes’ Illyana, but HE scared her
sometimes...
Then
something in one of the screens in front of her got her attention...
‘<Sir?>’
– It was part of the unwritten rules between her and her superior that she
should never interrupt his considerations, unless something urgent made her do
so.
‘<Yes? What is it?>’
‘<There
has been an unexpected development... Could you excuse me for a moment?>’
‘<Of
course...>’
The
image was very clear; somebody (a man, not a very athletic one) was trying
(hard) to remove something from the ground next to the house of agent 2. What
was he trying to pry from the ground and who was he? She now demanded (to
herself) that she got the answers to those questions… and whoever was this
deluded masked man…
THE
FIRST DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – NOON
‘What
do we know so far?’
They
all knew that peculiar tone of voice,
she was holding on her fury but the slightest mistake of anyone would send the
perpetrator, whoever he/she was, to the hellishest
five to fifty minutes of his/her life! So all knew that their best (both in the
individual and collective cases) hope was to pray and act as perfectly as
possible...
‘They’ve
found all our mikes and cameras... Their ‘cleaning crew’ is really good!’
‘Any indication of the identity of the
woman who kidnapped Dayna?’
‘None
so far... We have her height, the fact that she’s ambidextrous and little
else...’
‘No
idea at all about her face?’
‘N-no...’
‘Then
keep looking!!!’ – She took another look at the vigilance camera feed. It
didn’t showed much actually, Dayna struggling like
hell yet very uselessly as she was forced by a ‘man’ to enter her own garage.
The ‘man’ saying something harsh (probably) to ‘his’ pinioned captive as she
was forced to lie against the back of her own car...
At
that moment her surveillance team (already surprised with the kidnapping they
were seeing in their monitors) had feared that they would record a rape...
But
instead of dropping ‘his’ pants or opening ‘his’ fly, she opened her leather jacket and removed it revealing (to the
amazement of her captive, and the surveillance team) a pair of breasts being
squashed by a belt which was strapped over her white T-shirt.
The
woman moved as if she was sighing quite audibly as the belt was unbuckled, and
then she had the ‘beard’ in her left hand and was removing the moustache with
the other one. But, alas!, she turned her back to the
camera when they were about to get a good image of her face! And unlike in TV
series and movies there wasn’t anything that could produce a reflection of her
face, even a heavily distorted one, to the camera’s lens...
And
they had only managed to install ONE camera in her whole house because, thanks
to a still suspicious flaw in the ‘gadget detector’ (whatever was its real name
it did not mattered to her) that Jeb had given to Dayna
two years earlier, the western wall of the garage was the ONLY spot in her
house where one could be hidden and activated...
All
their attempts, and also all of the Russians’ ones, to install anything in the
sheriff’s house (six in total) had ‘forced’ Jeb to give a more potent ‘gadget’
to the sheriff. And when Dayna moved to her own
house, when the sheriff’s next-door-neighbor moved to
Florida after selling his house to her, she had demanded that the ‘better one’
stayed at Princeton’s house, since it was there where she enjoyed her sexual
fantasies with the couple, and had practically pried the ‘flawed one’ from
Jeb’s hands...
That
there was a tunnel (of a fallout shelter... those 50’s and 60’s really messed
up with people’s fears!) connecting both houses was something that she, and the
Russians, knew very well. But the conditions of the place were
atrocious, and they simply failed all the times they tried to install a working
camera inside it (or in the shelter itself... damn lead filled walls!). So all
they had of the kidnapping, besides that video that their mole in the local
police department was supposed to provide for them today, were those almost
useless five minutes! Wait a moment...
‘You and you! Come here...’
Puzzled
the two assistants obeyed her orders, dropped whatever they were doing and were
now in front of her and had the right height. She grabbed the smaller girl and
spun her around, ziptying her wrists behind her back
as she feebly tried to protest...
‘Shut
up! Or I’ll have you exactly as Dayna was faring in
the video...’ – the girl gulped and looked at the other who was as scared as
she was – ‘Now both of you... put the feed of the camera on the principal
screen now!... I want you to pay attention to their movements... keep looking
at it and memorize them, in a few minutes I will want you both to repeat them
perfectly... DON’T LOOK AT ME! Look at the screen!’
A
desk was provided and played the ‘role’ of Dayna’s
car, and after five attempts from their part Euboea was sure that she was
right. She gave both girls the day off and a huge compensation for their
‘ordeal’, but left the act of freeing the ‘captive’ to somebody else as she
instantly focussed on proving her reasoning ASAP, and she decided to have a
real reenactment of the feed of the kidnapping. Her
hunch was correct (it had to be!), the kidnapper knew about the camera!, but she had to
prove it to the other counselors!
She
immediately called the local manager of her ‘Rascals’...
‘I
want a car of the exact same model and color of Dayna’s and an acceptable copy of her garage in three
hours! Call anyone you need but....’
THE
FIRST DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – NOON
‘Let
me look at your wrists!!!’
‘What?’
But
Jeb was very fast for an obese man, and before she could react he had grabbed
her wrists and was rolling her sleeve upwards, the rope marks were very
obvious…
‘If
you show us your wrists, sheriff, will we…’
And,
showing all her contempt with that part of Dayna’s
plan, Princeton rolled up her left sleeve and exhibited her wrist to all the
men and women in the mayor’s office.
Her
rope marks were also obvious…
‘And
when you woke up, obviously bound and gagged, this morning… were you both
feeling a weird taste in your mouths… something spicy and disorientating
perhaps?’
Ilena mouthed ‘how did you know?’ as she
just nodded.
Jeb
then turned around, said a very foul word and composed himself.
‘They
both were drugged, before being bound and gagged, with a chemical whose name is
way too big and complicated for me to remember. It’s called ‘Quick Nap’ for it
is quickly absorbed by the skin and puts anyone that is subjected to it into a
deep sleep situation, although it’s not likable to last long… which means that
you both were probably injected with something after you were down, I’d look
for needle marks if I were you. Sometimes it can cause partial amnesia of the
moments before it was used…’
The
mayor, that ******* councilman Rimisi and few others
only looked at them.
‘All
I remember is that it was my turn to use the shower…’ – said Ilena.
‘I
had just finished my bath when I entered our room and there she was, Ilena, bound and gagged in the buff over our bed, then I
felt something at my right and… when I awoke it was already morning, and Ilena was almost managing to free herself…’
‘That
doesn’t change…’ – started Rimisi but Jeb cut him
short by placing himself in front of the bible-thumper faster than anyone could
think and saying…
‘Listen
up you less-than-nothing! My best friend was kidnapped by pros, more than pros
actually, and very dangerous ones at that and I won’t spend any second
listening to whatever babble YOU think you can say about it. Dayna’s well-being and safe return is the only thing that
matters to me, especially because the ******* that took her wanted HER as
leverage as well as the pen-drive I asked her to guard somewhere in her house! I
am the reason why she was kidnapped, so don’t you dare to think that I have
time to listen to your ‘considerations’ about the sheriff, her wife or my
big-time lesbian friend!’
Rimisi still wanted to say something, but
the mayor quickly found a way to have him removed of his office with a suitable
excuse. He could deal with Rimisi, and his
anti-LGBT’s rights supporters, any day of the week. Someone as powerful as Norbertson was a totally different matter! After an awkward
silence the sheriff spoke.
‘So
you know who took her?’
‘I
have my suspects; ‘Quick Nap’ is not your easy-to-find harmless drug to easy
your way in common crimes. It’s a bit pricey and relatively rare, so common
industrial spies and the likes are out of the picture… The Duchess… No… nope.’
‘Because of your ‘deal’ with her?’
The
newcomers, who had unceremoniously entered the room moments before without
anyone else noticing it, were obviously FBI agents, and their mid-forties and
slightly obese leader was instantaneously recognized by Jeb.
‘Exactly
Agent Thaddeus, I know that she still wants part of my operations for her own
purposes, and she knows that I know so we struck a deal that I can reveal as
easily as I do that…’ – and he snapped his fingers inches away from the federal
agent’s face – ‘…but I won’t do it until I have positive proof that she or any
of her muscles are into this situation. She has much more to lose than I do and
she knows it!’
‘And…
yet, Dayna was kidnapped because of her previous
connections to you…’
If
it wasn’t for Dayna’s ‘replacement’ in Norbertson’s business life it was most likely that he would
have punched the agent! Violetta Arroyos, the Ice
Queen (a well-fitting nickname, especially when her attitude was compared with
the one of her predecessor on the job), suddenly was in between the two men and
looking at her boss with a very disapproving look in her face, and Jeb recoiled
the punch he was about to deliver. She then turned around and looked Special
Agent Kevin Thaddeus straight in the eye.
‘Agent
Thaddeus, do you have any proof that, whatever is the nature of the secret deal
between my client and that criminal, it involves the commitment of a crime (or
a series of crimes) on US soil, in international waters or in any other country
in the world?’
‘No.’
‘Do
you have ANY proof that my client might be able to get in touch with the
Duchess if he’s willing to, in the past or present or foreseeable future?’
‘No,
but this is going to happen, isn’t?’
‘Of
course it is! Right about now one of the thousands of employees of Mr. Norbertson in California is receiving a very unwelcome
‘visit’. Said ‘visit’ will leave him or her with a lot of threats, some money
and a prepaid cellphone to which the Duchess will
call to in a predetermined hour to talk about Day… Ms. Green’s kidnapping. And
THAT is how the two of them will get in touch tomorrow, if not today!’
She
almost had let it slip, Violetta was beyond
professional with pretty much everybody in the world, including Jeb, but when
it came to Dayna, Fei Lai
or Julie Crassberg…
The
three women she loved more than anything else in her life, and to/with whom she
was but a very meek, humble and human
girl… not the ‘Ice Queen’…
But
she quickly composed herself and was back at her ‘Ice Queen’ persona. She
talked with the federal agents, received his threats and returned with a few of
his own and handled the situation
better than everybody, especially Dayna, expected her
to.
A
bunch of federal agents would be present when the Duchess got in touch with Jeb, the details were to be worked out in the next minutes,
while he stayed at his home in Los Angeles for the rest of the week as he was
planning to do.
The
mayor (and his cousin and main assistant/secretary) then dealt with the federal
agents, who were granted a base and all their other demands, for twenty three
minutes before he could get his attention back at Norbertson
and Violetta.
She
told him that she (Liar! And a great
one at that) had envisioned the best way to deal with the issues of Dayna’s security in the little town she had decided to live
her life. The mayor’s, and many councilmen/women’s, eyes gleamed absurdly with
her propositions, and the deal was settled in less than thirty minutes.
From
them on the mayor and practically all the councilmen/women of the town only
hoped that, whoever was holding up Dayna wherever she
was being held against her will, he/she/them didn’t gave her that much of a
devastating experience that she would end up deciding to move away to part
unknown after she was released…
THE
FIRST DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – MORNING
They
were the three best security/bouncers of her club, and the petite Thai woman
had pounded them all in less than two minutes. Who was she?
‘Ms.
Carlyle?’
The
woman on the screen of her tablet was one of her best clients; and supposedly
the one that just at this day’s cockcrow had dispatched Dayna
(that she only identified as ‘client 93’) through herself to the club, and the
other two blonde women (also in their mid-thirties, submissive and busty) and
this Thai Demoness a few hours later; Ms. ‘Demir’ (the youngest daughter of one of Thailand’s most
powerful men).
‘Ms.
Carlyle? I believe that my enforcer proved her worth to you?’
Go
back to the script!
‘Yes,
yes indeed she did so… quite admirable are her skills in Muay
Thai…’
‘Muay boran.’
‘Excuse
me?’
‘She
is skilled in muay boran,
not Muay Thai, one of the last masters in those
arts…’
‘Alright,
she can stay as the guard of your three…’
‘Servants.’
‘Servants’,
never ‘slaves’, that was part of the deal with Ms. ‘Demir’.
She could, and most likely would, bring some of the most beautiful girls she
had ever had under her care, but they could never be called or referred to as
‘slaves’… or Ms. ‘Demir’ would find another place
where her ‘servants’ would be ‘accommodated and rested’ during her usual business
trips to California to represent her father’s interests. And it wouldn’t be the
first time she had brought more than one to her ‘humble’ establishment…
How
could they know all of that? And how could they have managed so quickly to get
Ms. Demir’s
participation in the whole scam? Did she really want to know the answers to
these questions? As much as she wanted to get shot in the
face…
‘Robert?
Patricka?’
The
two scantily leather clad employees slightly bowed to her and grabbed each one
a blonde by the arm. The leather blindfolded and heavily ballgagged
nude women made no objections (barely reacting at all) as they were made to
stand up with some pressure and help over their padlocked armbinders
and, guided by a strong hand each over their leashes, were taken out of the
‘cargo bay’ of her club.
‘They
are to be identified as Client 93-B (the taller one) and Client 93-C (the last
one), the one I brought myself will be addressed as Client 93-A from now on,
see that they are treated according to Ms. ‘Demir’s
wishes. Kyle, please provide quarters to miss…?’
‘Kaakong Bpi-saat…’
Only
much later she would learn that the Thai woman had just nicknamed herself ‘Leg
of the Devil’, and even more later she would learn that that was the alias of
one of Thailand’s most wanted women, and more dangerous than it looked at
first…
AT
THE SAME TIME – AT A FIVE STARS HOTEL LUXURY SUITE
So
it was Chatichai Kosum
after all!
She
closed the link with Ms. Carlyle sighing quite audibly…
Just
another in a series of mysteries that this ‘ordinary’ trip had been filled with
since she arrived in San Francisco hours before. She had dispatched her newest
‘servant’ in a nondescript armored car to Ms. Carlyle
as soon as possible, but before she reached her hotel room she received an
e-mail with a picture of the driver, the two handlers and her precious Ekhaterina (!) side by side somewhere dark and dirty, bound
and gagged on swivel chairs. The message was simple: ‘When ‘Ms. X’ arrives you
will meet her’.
‘Ms.
X’ was none other than that dreadful Deborah… she still couldn’t believe in her
naiveté even after seven years!... with a ‘different business proposition’ that
was really interesting to her, after all it could made her finally be seen with
a better light by her father. The only problem was that she would be unable to
see or hear from Ekhaterina for a few days… The other
servants were quickly freed by the people under her orders, but Ekhaterina… Oh sweet Ekhaterina!
Could she ever forgive her?
‘Ms. ‘Demir’?’
Hum?
Who? Oh yes, the girl that was supposed to be Immoden’s
eyes and ears around her. What was her name again? Sylvie something…
‘Please
Ms. ‘Demir’, I am sure that… whoever you care for
that it is under my mistress’ power, she… she?’ – And, after a nod from her
part, the young brunette resumed – ‘She is most likely being pampered as she
never was before in her life!’
‘And
how do you know that?’
‘Simple…
I once was in her place… and I know that this is sort of a standard procedure
in such cases from my mistress’ part… Never punish those who don’t deserve it.’
Now
that was interesting…
‘Could
you please elaborate about your personal experience a little more?’
And,
over the course of a frugal lunch, that Ms. ‘Demir’
wasn’t sure she could eat minutes before, Sylvie told her about her bad
experience with a disgrace of a mistress (that practically and literally
expected her to be thrown to the sharks!) and how she was well cared by her
handlers before and after she learned of her then mistress’ betrayal.
She
had ‘helped’ her new mistress in many similar cases to the one she had endured…
The
story about the bratty mid-twenties red haired youngest daughter of that South
African millionaire (and her equally surly, obnoxious and leggy Ecuadorian best
friend) brought her genuine laughter (which surprised her a lot)! But it was
only after dinner that Sylvie gave her the most unexpected and cherished
surprise of the day.
True,
there was no way that she could get in touch with Ekhaterina…
too much danger of ruining Deborah’s plans with it. But Sylvie could receive,
in her own e-mail account, a few pictures and a small video of the Polish girl
day after day, couldn’t she?
It
was true that ‘Demir’ could have Sylvie overpowered
with a snap of her fingers, and that she could (with tons of luck in her side)
trace the origin of the e-mails she received with a little help of her father’s
most ‘unorthodox’ servants, whom also
could ‘extract’ any tidbit of useful information from
this Sylvie gal in such scenario, especially those two or three that had
accounts to settle with the dreaded Chatichai Kosum…
But
what would this get her except NO Ekhaterina ever
again, a corpse to deal with and the obvious fatal rage of one of the most
dangerous persons her father had ever known?
And
he was dealing with those Hong Kong ‘tongs’ since he was younger than herself!
So
she spent her two week long business trip the way her father had told her to,
and instead of sneaking out every two or three nights to visit Ms. Carlyle’s
club (as she was used to) and meet the ‘servant’ that Ms. Carlyle was taking
care of for her… she just had to go down a couple of floors in that hotel,
check on the smartphone left by the door with a new
video and a new set of pictures with her servant’s
beauty displayed in sexy bikinis (and after a few complaints of her part, with
rope and scarves adorning her as well), and then see how her other servants had
‘prepared’ Sylvie (always a surprise for her as she had ordered them so) for
her whims of that night… night after night!
Sylvie
was by far no Ekhaterina, but was a good replacement
nonetheless…
And
one night, after all the contacts and contracts had been done and signed, she
went there to see Sylvie… and found instead a deliciously roped up (and very
well-tanned!) Ekhaterina… She never saw the spunky
brunette ever again…
And,
somehow, she missed her more than she did miss Ekhaterina
while she was ‘away’ (especially because, as usual, after more five months she
got tired of Ekhaterina and had her replaced with a
new Eastern European beauty, Lenka…)…
THE
FIRST DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – NIGHT
Reynard
had been a cop for three years, so far there wasn’t any real complaint against
him (at most he sometimes arrived late for work…), but now he was packing his
stuff under the supervision of Ilena. He was in the
process of making a copy of the security video that showed Dayna’s
kidnapping when he was busted…
And
had had the gall to try to defend himself and his behavior
with lame excuses!
Some
of the other cops were aiming their scorn at her (the ‘outsider’ that had taken
a position they were expecting to attain just because she slept with the boss),
and she knew that two or three would return their badges and guns before the
week was over.
Elections
were coming the next year, and the veiled ‘threat’ of a new sheriff in town was
crystallizing sooner than she (and Princeton) were expecting to…
But not Dayna.
Could
she have envisioned that as well? All three of them knew about the resentment
towards Ilena among some members of the police force,
and she remembered the looks of disdain that just a week before were still
there... But now, with this situation that this leering idiot had just caused
the chips would be down, finally!, and no more
hypocrisy in her workplace. Those who accepted her and Princeton, and those who
didn’t but would not let their personal prejudices interfere in their jobs,
would stay as cops… those who would rather follow Rimisi
and his ‘crusade’ on the other hand…
And
she and Princeton doubted that that particular ‘shot’ was authentic (Dayna’s still spectacular body, in its birthday suit!,
being bound so fetishistically by her ‘unknown’
kidnapper right in front of a HD camera that had been ‘secretly’ activated by Dayna as she was being ‘harshly’ threatened by her male
assailant? She had a few ‘realistic’ bondage videos that showed exactly the same situation, some with
victims that had even more bosomy ‘attributes’, that they ‘shook’ sometimes at
the cameraman’s request, realism was not an issue with them…!) The vixen had
planned it all!
She
went to the room where everything related to the last ‘Feline Felon’ (what a
very ridiculous name!) crime spree was displayed.
It
all had started 23 days earlier, when Maggie Jillard
was found by her neighbor Chrissy
Scott bound and gagged in her undies inside a closet
in her own bedroom, with only a CD player (?) as company deadlocked in playing
a Duran Duran song. Two days later it was Patty
Cole’s turn (This time she had chosen a Roy Orbinson’
song), four more days and Teesha Washington was found
by her sister inside her bathtub while a Jay-Z rap was being heard. Next, three
days later, it was Chrissy’s turn to be found by
Maggie (this time the ‘soundtrack’ was provided by the FYC). A whole week of
calm ensued, in which the only thing that happened was the public beating (that
took her and other three cops’ efforts to stop) of that weirdo Kit Arnold when
the rumors that he was a peeping tom were proven
true… and Charlene Tyrell was just 14 years old!... and the nerves of Albert Mathison (that were famous for being thin and explosive)
made he go complain to his next-door neighbor after
twenty to thirty minutes of repetition of a song called ‘Repetition’ (what a
lame pun from the Feline’s part!) and he found the door ajar, and Robyn King
writhing over the table of her dining room.
By
then the fact that all victims were female, of various ages and races, that had
been forced at gunpoint to strip to their bra and panties, plus the fact that a
80’s or 90’s pop/rock song was left playing over and over again next to the
struggling victim, made the identification of the ‘mysterious masked woman clad
in grey’ fairly easy…
The
‘Feline Felon’ was back after a hiatus of over ten years!
And
just three days before it was Lisa Nelson’s turn to be found by her hubby over
their bed, nude (a first ever in the ‘Feline Felon’’s
career), tautly bound and with ‘Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da’
playing over and over in their TV, the DVD with the audio could not be traced
to any store and… What was that? There was someone at the door?
‘What’s
going on?’ – She asked to Harvey as he entered the room with a shocked
expression in his face. The news he brought could not be worst!
The
‘Feline’ had just made a new victim, and of all the women in the county that
could have been targeted by that imposter… She had to choose that one?
THE
SECOND DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – MORNING
The
image was perfect. Another murder committed by that dreadful woman that they
had managed to catch on video… if at least they could snatch her as well!
Probably
they wouldn’t be able to grab as many secrets from her than the Duchess had a
few years back, but at least they would milk her dry of all that they could
find useful… and then deliver her to the nearest FBI building with all their
records of her crimes as a bonus… Let them and their superiors figure out how
to turn those poisonous fruits into something more edible for the judicial
system...
At
least, and that was something, their mole in Vadim’s
organization had managed to make them believe that the leak, responsible for
the compromising of their now aborted plans of kidnapping Dayna
Green, was the now deceased Petrovich…
So
their mole’s cover was thin, for the moment, but it was still there…
Which reminded her…
‘And what of Petrovich’s
girlfriend?’
The
image in front of her still showed the aftermath of the ‘traitor’’s
execution, but a small window appeared at the left bottom of it showing a naked
blonde woman in her mid-thirties. She was over a mattress inside a van with a
pair of masked bulky women finishing the very stringent hogtie… wait a moment…
finishing??!!!
‘Is
this an archived footage?’
‘Ehrrr… no. She actually did somehow manage to
escape from the previous tie-up, pass unobserved through a window and run to
the forest behind the isolated house used as the first hideout. They had to
recapture her, which took a while... forty-two minutes apparently. Even… naked
as she is, she did manage to put quite a distance between her and the Samoan
twins before they realized that she was gone.’
‘And
it was Manamea who personally did tie her up in the
first place?’
‘Hmmm, yes?’ – Damn! Sometimes she overdid her
creepy persona! This wasn’t some kid with braces, and yet she was in the verge
of collapsing just because she... was so good in being frightening... Yet... That was unusual....
A woman escaping Manamea’s
‘impossible knots’ on her own?
And quick enough to have a window of chance to escape?
Now that was something…
‘What
is that woman’s name again?’
‘Nadiya Koval…’
Euboea
thought for a moment.
There
were tons of things she needed to do right now, and she would to them before
she could even bother to think about the now overly tapegagged
crop haired blonde. But after all the orders and commands were giving she was
supposed to be allowed to relax, right? Nadiya Koval, Ukrainian immigrant of 33 years of age, she looked
much older than she actually was (but dating a guy like Kazimir
Petrovich could easily explain that…), and no
indication whatsoever that she wasn’t who she claimed to be.
‘Call
them and tell them to send her to…’
Twenty
seconds later her full attention was back at the aftermath of Dead Eyes Illyana’s latest crime... and how she could make things a
bit harder for her this time.
OUTSIDE
SAN FRANCISCO
‘And
who are you?’
‘Do
you honestly want to hear the factual answer to that question?’
June
Carlyle saw with horror the petite Thai woman bring forth her hands (that she
was keeping behind her and)… it had a DVD in one and a pile of portfolios in
the other.
Kosum ignored her daughter’s presence and
placed the portfolios over her desk, and then the DVD on top of it. And then
her daughter opened her mouth again and…
Kosum’s iron grip was now over her lips, and
the stare she gave her daughter…
‘Stay
put Ms. Carlyle!’ – She said without breaking eye contact with her daughter –
‘As for you. YOU are the reason why I am here. You are blaming YOUR mother
because somebody, wearing a ‘uniform’ apparently similar to the one that
brought her fame, is committing a series of crimes in that city in Napa Valley.
That DVD over there? It shows exactly WHAT your mother
was doing, with and to whom, at the time of those crimes. The
portfolios? A provisory back-up of all the victims of that imposter…’
And
she let her daughter’s lower face go with a quick movement.
‘Did
you…?’ – She started to ask to Kosum before Monique
could say anything..
‘Forty
three persons that appear in the footage of your club’ security cameras while
you were filmed by then were identified, including six of those who directly
interacted with you. If she needs further proof that you were HERE in
San Francisco while those crimes were happening… we might and will be able to
record many testimonies from those who we managed to identify. As for the
‘victims’ we found something interesting…’
Each
portfolio was identified with the name of a burgled woman.
‘Which one?’
‘Lisa
Nelson.’
She
grabbed the portfolio, passed her eyes through the pictures of that woman and
personal data and found… printed pages of online chats with some of the
dialogues highlighted? Dating back seven years?
‘She
is ‘909kitten’?’
‘And
her husband, at the time an online friend, is ‘Bruteforce35’…’
The
dialogues between those two… she was depicting her force fantasies to him… now
wait a moment… ‘To be found by you
wearing nothing but harsh hemp rope and dirty rags as a gag’?… And the way she described the
whole fantasy…
‘The
‘crime’ that she was victim of…?’
‘It’s
almost a word by word recreation of that fantasy of hers, save for the… hot sexual intercourse that followed her
being ‘discovered’. The female masked burglar, the cruel taunts and tight
ropes… and him as the one that ‘rescues’ her… all fit.’
At
this point Monique decided to make her presence known once more.
‘Mom!!! Who is this woman?’
‘Someone
I hired to discover who is framing me for her crimes.’
‘A
P.I.?’ – Monique said with incredulity.
The
Thai woman chuckled in a most disturbing way.
‘Naïve
little one, I could ate female P.I.s for breakfast, after I’ve enjoyed once more
the payment, paid up front, for my services… which reminds me… where are they
now?’
’93-B
is at the gym, 93-C is being removed from the mummy state you placed her last
night, and 93-A is being prepared for you as you required…’
The
Thai woman just smiled and bowed to her, and left the room in a well-disguised
hurry. Both mother and daughter sighed with relief when she was gone.
‘You
are paying her with women?’
‘No,
I just gave the opportunity… to three very beautiful and sexually submissive
mid-to-late thirties blonde women that I happen to know very well… to be dominated and owned, as much as they want to be
and will allow her to act accordingly, by the skilled hands of the delegate of
the persons I contacted when I needed to prove my innocence to you. And before
you ask: they don’t operate within the
boundaries of the law and I honestly don’t care to know how they will do it as
long as it’s done… They owed me one and they’ll pay their debt by ‘clearing’ my
name.’
Good
***, what was she thinking when she allowed her mother to take care of her
little girl so many years before? That little girl had grown up to be a second
version, and a poor one at that, of her mother! But at least she was directing
her usual holier-than-thou attitude against the Thai (she was going to find a
way to thank her for that!), and wasn’t as highly impervious to logic as usual
and… was it possible that the ‘excuse’ of her having to ask the help of such
shady persons, that could have the Thai woman as their delegate, to prove her
innocence to her daughter could actually work?
After
thirty or more minutes of a long talk-talk about the whole situation, during
which Monique agreed to watch part of the footage (just to see how many persons
could vouch for her presence near San Francisco at the time of the burglaries
in Napa Valley), they changed their subject to Timothy and Bellamy.
She
escorted her daughter to the door of her private house (located in the back of
her club), and before Monique’s car could find its way back to the highway she
just had to extend her right hand. Patricka,
temporarily dressed way much more conservatively than her usual, and looking
incredibly cute because of that, handed her a tablet.
She
accessed the security cameras and checked her four ‘special guests’.
93-B
was still doing her daily two-hour long routine of exercises at the gym (along
with many of the slaves she had to take care of as of now),
93-C was starting her own series and 93-A and the Thai woman… The Thai woman’s
head was resting over the kneeling blonde’s lap, who seemed to be comforting
her?
Now
she realized how wise had been her decision to not provide microphones with the
cameras she kept hidden in the ‘undesirable
guests’ rooms’ of her manor.
She
would have been really tempted to hear that conversation!
And
probably would have signed her death sentence with it!
By
the time lunch was served the Thai woman resumed her creepy persona, which was
starting to attract too many attentions from her employees… (especially
the submissive ones!), while the other three followed the demands of their
handlers to the letter.
Nothing
much actually happened in the following two days, but Jeb Norbertson
seemed to be dealing with the kidnappers rather personally. Surveillance on his
(and his closest aides and entourage’s) acts, made by both sides of the law,
showed clear indications that he believed that Dayna
was being held somewhere in the San Francisco City area.
He
hired equally famous and infamous men and women for the job of finding Dayna and had to answer, judicially speaking, for some
abuses from their part.
The Bratva, other
criminal organizations, The Friendship, the federal law enforcement agencies
(and some local police departments), everybody was looking for her...
Including
‘Double Deal’ Deborah, who also considered Dayna her
protégé, and had not been debriefed of the real status of the ‘missing’
woman...
In the meantime Dayna,
and the other two blonde ‘charges’ of Kosum, quickly
blended among the other women and men under the care of the ‘hostel’ part of
Carlyle’s SM Club. As such they were rarely seen by those who weren’t employees
of the club (and used to see other people in their condition), and only one
employee (a mid-twenties long-haired brunette dominatrix that used the nickname
‘Poisonous Blue’) did start to see the resemblances between ‘93-A’ and the
missing ‘Dayna K. Green’.
That
night she told her suspicions to her mother and in the following morning she
was gone from the range of anybody’s eyes and ears… and actually enjoyed the ‘hospitality’ of the nearest
‘Damsels Storage Facility’ for nearly a month.
When
she reemerged she had good reasons to never ever tell
the world the truth about her disappearance, and they were more related to the
large sum of money she now had in her bank account than with threats of any
kind…
THE
FIFTH DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – MORNING
‘What
do you mean?’
‘Exactly what I said.’
‘But
the list of stolen items is…’
‘Not
remarkable in any aspect. There is no reason that the jewels or other items
taken, at least of the first cases, had not been already pushed forward by the
thief, and yet there is no evidence, in any receiver of stolen goods in the
whole State of California, that any item stole by this fake ‘Feline’ was
commercialized. We are checking with the nearby states but more and more it
looks like an insurance fraud scam…’
But
Dayna, who had kept the passive attitude she
presented when Kosum had entered June’s private
studio minutes before (and thus hadn’t been ungagged),
started to make some noise as she shook her head with intensity. June looked at
Kosum, who nodded, and she knelt at the side of the
heavily leather strapped nude and kneeling captive. That particular harness gag
had lots of buckles to be undone before she could talk again, so it took a
while before the lawyer could explain her disbelief for Kosum’s
idea.
‘Of
all the women that were robbed so far by the faker, have you traced a common
line between them yet? Besides being all 49’ers fans there is but one…’
‘Pretty
girl, we are NOT in the mood for games…’ – But Kosum’s
stare was ineffective with Dayna, so the Thai woman
sighed and – ‘…alright! Olga will visit them tonight!’
She
had realized that they were having a disagreement over the course of the past
two days, but what did this ‘Olga’ have to do with it?
‘Ms.
Carlyle, I will be in need of one of your employees, I will need that Dayna looks simply divine, more than the usual that is, for
a video we will be recording in one or…’
‘A video? But for what and to
whom?’
‘She
has been demanding that a message of her, stating that she is being well cared
for by you, is sent to her two mistresses ASAP…’
She
simply could NOT believe in it!
‘You
DO realize that she is, technically at least, a captive here, right?’
‘Of
course we do realize that she is a guest of one of your clients, and what
happen when an outside situation threatens to interfere with the stay of a
guest?’
Sigh…
Of course they would know about the videos! She kept many conservative suits
(for men and women) and more day-to-day ones ready to be used for such
occasions, and she lost count of how many reputations, marriages and business
lives she had saved with them. In thirty minutes tops Dayna
would be ready to shoot her own…
‘But
how do you expect to deliver it to them? Since the wife of their political
rival was the last woman to be robbed the lane where their house is located…’
The
look in both women’s eyes was of pure dismissal! Dayna
spoke.
‘I
told you that the fallout shelter is unsuitable to be used… but it doesn’t mean
that someone cannot pass through it coming from its ‘backdoor entrance’…’
‘I
knew it! I just knew it! Olga DID visit you five
months ago!’
Dayna’s answer was a knowing smile… and then
the petite Thai woman was at her side holding her chin in a firm grip and
wearing a mockery of a smile in her face…
‘I
know someone who’s going to be only
fed with small portions of baby food from now on, who’s going to endure one
more hour of workout in her daily stay at the gym, at the very least!, and
who’s going to be submitted every single contorting, exhausting and joint
demanding position our hostess knows…’ – She looked at her with a determined
expression in her eyes – ‘I’ll pay whatever you want to submit her to each and
every strenuous bondage position you know of!’
‘To
do that I’m usually paid…’
‘Deal!’ – answered the Thai woman before
returning her gaze to her naked prey.
‘But
there’s a problem…’
Both
women walked a few feet away from the woman anchored in her place thanks to a
web-like pattern of rope around three poles with hooks, with Dayna in the center of them
three, and spent a few moments discussing/whispering the matter among them,
they reached a deal and shook their right hands while looking at the blonde
woman with very wolf-like expressions… and Dayna
gulped visibly when she saw it.
Fifteen
minutes later Dayna, bound (still naked) on and to a
stool and with an obviously fake stone wall as her background, recorded the
message to her mistresses. Three hours later a tall Russian woman appeared at
the club, a former military that hadn’t bothered to lose her mannerism (and
wasn’t pretending to have them as so many fakers she knew of or about). She
quickly met an obviously angered Thai woman, they exchanged a few (very harsh)
words in a foreign language, in which it became obvious that the newcomer had
gloated about something (or someone) and the Thai swore a vengeance after a few
curses and unpublishable words, and then the Thai
handed her the DVD.
THE
FIFTH DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – AFTERNOON
Deborah
Immoden was a great liar, even better as a poker
player and it was a common thought among those who knew her that she really was
a gigantic loss for Broadway and Hollywood... Still, once a year (at least),
for some good reason she might have at the moment, her boss didn’t believed in
her ‘acting’ skills and had her royally fooled.
Of
course, it didn’t took long for Deborah find it out, and the results were
always the same, she ‘visited’ her boss’ current safe house, ignored any sense
of hierarchy and was always more than just threatening as she pressed the
smaller woman against a wall.
And,
like always, again the Duchess was but mildly annoyed with Deborah’s behavior...
‘Why didn’t you tell me?!!!’ – was asked more like an order than a
question.
‘I
couldn’t, simple like that...’
‘WHY???!!!!’
‘Where
were you when Dayna was kidnapped?’
‘Whaaa...(...)? I was… visiting a
friend in Oregon...’
The
Duchess looked past the woman holding her against the wall, and ruining her
suit!, and nodded at one of her secretaries. Louella’s monotonic voice answered her order.
‘Judge
Alberta James...’
‘Stop
it!’ – Deborah did move her head towards Louella but
didn’t broke eye contact with the Duchess – ‘So yeah, she’s a judge... a very
honest one mind you, but we have this deal... we meet to play games with our
slaves and just that. No ‘business deal’, no nothing can change the reason of
our meetings, I am just a woman who shows up with one or two slaves that wants
to play with her (and her slave), so
what?’
‘Her...
‘slave’... is a black girl?’
‘You
already know everything about... her...(?)...’
As the reason dawned in Deborah’s mind Louella’s voice was heard again.
‘Her real name is Princess Edmonds, although
she goes by under the alias of ‘Pretty Peaches’. She contacted a friend after
she recognized you from a previous visit, past August before the Adam Llywelyn Affair. This friend, Jerome ‘Thin Jerry’ Malone,
is an informant of the Friendship, although she only knows him as a guy that
could pay her well (as he has ever since) to keep her eyes and ears wide open
at the judge’s house from then on... They are, apparently, still unsure of what
should they do with this info. Looks like after those five attempts they
learned their lesson...’
She
was no longer pressing her boss against the wall behind her desk, they just
stood in front of each other, and the twinkle in the Italian’s eyes made her
know that she was going to pay for her past five minutes of insubordination...
or was she?
‘What,
exactly, happened in Polly’s house?’
‘Polly?’
‘‘Princeton’
is but a nickname, she wanted really badly to study there, she went there after
four attempts and something... that is none of your concern... happened and she
was back in less than a month... And why am I telling you that? Answer my
question!’
‘Can
we do it in a more civilized way?’
Moments
later they were sitting side by side on a sofa in the library, Deborah’s favorite tea was being provided and she was really feeling
uneasy with her boss’ revelations...
How
could they have left her so much time, and so deep, in the dark? How could she
dare to make Sylvie, Petunia and Cherry believe that they were following her
orders?
Boss
or no boss, she had gone too far!
THE
FIFTH DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – NIGHT
The
lecture was lasting more than twenty minutes now, and neither she nor Princeton
could do a thing but wait for her tedious babble to end. And the fact that Olga
couldn’t care less that they were not interested of listening to her words was
just another insult to their current situation. Here they were… helpless
prisoners over their own bed… again!
For
the second time in less than a week!
This time they weren’t having (or
going to have) their bath, during the preparations for another night ‘playing’
with Dayna, when they had been overpowered. Princeton had stayed behind to do
some paperwork and talk to some reporters when she had returned to their home,
over two hours before. She took her uniform off, opened the closet to pick up
clean underwear to use after the bath… and in the next moment Olga was over
her, jamming a ball inside her mouth and making her spin around in between her
legs.
She
was taped into a tight kneeling hogtie in less than two minutes, and the look
of disapproval in Olga’s face puzzled her more than anything (How she had
managed to enter her house unobserved with all those reporters, good for
nothing idiots that thought that Dayna’s ordeal was
but a different kind of entertainment
exclusively for them and those Rimisi’ supporters
that had started a ‘picket’ – in the street where they lived! – in order to demand Princeton’s resignation!... all of them!
…lurking around?), but the Russian stayed mute until they both heard the front
door opening…
Olga turned the sound system on… and it had
to be that accursed song (!) (only Dayna
was a fan of Bob Dylan among them three) to be the one ready to play…?
Lay, lady, lay, lay
across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay… stay
while the night is still ahead…
Princeton
entered their room complaining about her ‘poor choice’ of a soundtrack to
whatever was the ‘surprise’ she had planned for her tonight…
She
did try to fight the mysterious hooded woman, but she soon found out that she
had no chance at all in winning the fight, and she gave self-defense classes for the women of the county!, and as soon
as the woman (after removing her hood) started to tape her she recognized her
as that ‘Olga’ that Dayna had talked so much about.
Olga
saw that Princeton knew who she was and made a few questions, which the sheriff
could only answers shaking or nodding her head, and after a few considerations
on the naiveté of her (come
again?) big mouthed Dayna, Olga started the lecture.
And
now both women stood passive (as if they had any chance to do otherwise…), Ilena in her birthday suit and Princeton still wearing her
uniform (minus the shoes) and both tightly tape-hogtied side by side, while
Olga seemed to be finally finishing her lecture. True, Dayna
was starting to put on weight, as Ilena was by the
way, but did she had to waste… thirty-four minutes of their time to tell why
they shouldn’t allow it to happen? Or what would happen to them if they allowed
Dayna to keep on ruining her divine frame? Obviously
Olga did thought that the answer was yes to both questions.
Next
she picked the DVD case, which had stayed all the while in her hands, and
opened it and turned on the TV and DVD player. And in a few
moments…
‘Hello
girls…’
Dayna!!! She looked fine… no… she looked
wonderful!!! She was being well cared for, that’s for sure! The skin, hair and
eyes… had she undergo some make up?
‘As
you both can see, I hope, I am fine and the persons taking care of me do care about my health and such… And although I cannot
say where I am or when I will return to you, Ilena,
and you, Princeton, I can only hope that my next words help our reunion to
happen sooner than we all are expecting… First…’
And
for the next fifteen minutes Dayna told them all the
news that ‘they’ had managed to collect about the whole ‘Fake Feline Case’, including
her opinions about it and why it looked more than just a simple case of
‘insurance fraud’ to her…
It
all made sense, and Princeton had had for a while the same suspicions that Dayna was sharing with them, but how to prove it? Olga then
ungagged Princeton and they talked and discussed, and
it was no surprise for the two captive women that Olga already knew about
Princeton’s moral & ethic code… but she did present ‘alternatives’ for the
ways they could drag ‘Bruteforce35’ and ‘909kitten’ into the investigation.
Princeton
rejected them all as soon as they were proposed, so Olga held her aloft (by the
armpits) as easily as if she was a toddler, commended her for her strong
principles (albeit saying that they were ‘more than extremely unnecessary’ for
the moment), kissed her reinforced tape gagged lips (as soon as she finished
wrapping the tape) with some fierce and sprayed something in her face and in Ilena’s and both women fell asleep, Olga then freed both
women of their bonds and left the house.
A
little after seven hours later a phone ring awoke both women and they learned
about Olga’s ‘last resource’, and after a very quick personal hygiene they went
to act as they knew she (and Dayna, who at least was
going to pay for it!) was expecting them to…
FORTY
TWO MINUTES AFTER OLGA LEFT
‘Hnnnffff!’
‘Oh
shut up! And babe... blame it on the sheriff!’
The
woman lying on the bed under her turned the right side of her gagged face to
her with an obvious expression of curiosity splashed in it. Even without the
night vision goggles she would be able to see it! She had chosen a good
‘assistant’…
‘Five
months ago she could have nailed a ************ if she believed that him being
guilty was good enough for her and her cops to lie on the stand, the she could
accept ‘proofs’ whose origins she couldn’t explain and so on… but she’s honest…
so… it took more time for her to nail him ‘properly’... and I don’t have time
to wait!’
‘Hmmmpppphhhh? Hnnnfff!’
She
cinched that knot very tightly and took a good look at her handiwork, a great
job!, perhaps even a 7 (which was very good for a common tie-up on a vanilla lady’s body)!
Almost as good as the ones on those three... Stop stargazing!
‘I
know who kidnapped Dayna Keith Green, and I
want to see those ********** get royally ************** by Norbertson,
but this ridiculous ‘crime-spree’ in this little town is making him lose focus…
I want him to use ALL his resources to find her, and he’s thinking about
‘giving a hand’ to the sheriff! So as soon as this case is over, with YOUR
help, he’ll be able to devote his full attention to Dayna’s
kidnappers…’
She
was swallowing it! Oh man, she was as naive as Harper had told her! She knelt
over her curvy and bound body and approximated her mouth to the girl’s right
ear.
‘Now
pay attention… I chose you because you ******* up, big time, with that story
two months ago. THIS is your chance to get back to prime time, so listen up!
You will not tell anyone HOW you got the data I left in the pen drive inside
your purse, you will NOT tell anyone about the reason why I am helping you and
for all that’s worth you were just burgled tonight. Fail to obey these rules
and we will meet again…’
The
look of defiance in the pretty gagged face… Of course she wasn’t going to obey
her rules! Of ALL the reporters covering the ‘Feline Felon’s Return’ (and the
political side of the events that had appeared with her latest victim), Deborah
had chosen this girl due to her defiance and stubbornness that were bordering
the unbelievable! Only golden age comic book or strips’ heroines had such a manipulable and inflated ego!!!
Oh,
sure, she was smart, cunning and bright… but two months earlier Harper and that
thin eerie guy, Harvey Felman, had fooled her (and
caused her downfall) by doing the very same thing that she was doing with her
now; telling her to not do something while expecting that she did the opposite
of her orders (and being ready for when she acted accordingly). Olivia Biggelow, apparently, hadn’t learned her lesson…
She
checked the scene one last time; one half-naked and bound leggy brunette over
her motel’s bed, interesting evidences related to the current major crime being
dealt with within this county’s limits inside her purse by the bed, two to
three hours (maybe more) before the drug she had sprayed on those cops’ faces
lost its effect…
Yup,
she was done… as soon as she finished the text message ‘Olivia’ was going to
send to her friend, and cameraman (and occasional bodyguard), in… now!
By
the time Zeke (intrigued with such a demanding text message and with hopes that
Olivia had finally forgotten him after two months…) dared to open the unlocked
door, and rescued his boss/friend, Olga was crossing the Golden Gate…
Two
feverish hours later, after checking and doublechecking
all the data with the help of the TV channel’s HQ data gathering crew, and
preparing a suitable excuse as how she got hold of that data, Olivia started
broadcasting her scoop.
THE
SIXTH DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – AFTERNOON
Many
years before, when her aunt was still alive and she was but a child, she had
found funny when her aunt had first told her about the Friendship, she also
thought that they earned their name because they were all so great friends of
each other...
THAT made her aunt laugh quite hysterically!
And
now..., there she was, back at the same spot that her aunt had found herself so
many times decades ago! As the mediator in another fight among those ‘Friends’!
‘ENOUGH!’
Her
late aunt had her name, unquestionable tone of voice and natural authority pose
to make her be obeyed when it was her turn to calm them down. She only had her eerie looks and long
list of accomplishments to back her orders... Good enough, since all the men
and women in the screens shut up and now were waiting for her next words.
‘Counselors One, Seven and Twelve... do you have any
indication that the whole affair with Dayna Green is
another elaborated charade of the Duchess?’
The
two men and one woman shook their head or said no.
‘Any
lead or proof that Jeb Norbertson is somehow in
league with her, at least now?’
Again,
the three counselors had to admit that the answer was
‘no’.
‘We
are sure that they got in touch thanks to a...’ – Counselor
Seven reviewed her notes for a moment – ‘...cleaning lady called Roberta P.
Nunez, she delivered a cellphone to Norbertson in the same night he returned from Napa Valley,
and that after she talked to him she is doing her own searches. They have so
far uncovered the bases of the would-be-kidnappers of Dayna,
but did not manage to capture anyone for interrogation. Not that they did not
tried... the shootout in downtown Solano was their
doing. Deborah Immoden seems to be working on
overpower ever since... but nothing but dead ends, some that we were about to
follow as well, is what she ‘achieved’...’
‘As
for this recent development... Counselor Eleven, what
can you tell us about this... Olivia Biggelow and how
she acquired the data we won’t be able to stop from hear of for the next
days... Is her story any credible?’
The
newest member of the High Council shook his head and spoke.
‘Hogwash,
that’s what I call it. She never had any phone calls in pre-paid cell phones
between her and her source, and no ‘meeting behind an alley past midnight’
between them either... she was attacked in her motel room by an unknown woman
who left her tied up almost in the buff and with all the evidences in her
purse.’
‘Any description of her attacker?’
‘Just
that it was a tall and strong woman wearing infrared goggles and into bondage,
about 6’ 3” or more and with a Slavic accent... not very pronounced but...’
Olga?... she thought to herself, but that was
but one of many possibilities.
‘Counselor Three, for how long were the Russians planning to
kidnap Dayna?’
‘That
we know of... three months, it was supposed to take place three weeks from now,
right on time to force Norbertson to do their biding on the issue of those...’
They
all had great plans for Dayna’s kidnapping... or
rather her rescue by their hands.
Great
plans that could finally open a dent in Norbertson’s
incredible stubbornness... if they could have him on their side... It was a
common belief among the Counselors that he was
somehow in league with the Duchess, and that the famous ‘Final Showdown’ hadn’t
been but another elaborate charade of that devious Italian noblewoman, and even
if he wasn’t he would be a great addition to the Friendship’s ranks.
But
all their clumsy attempts to find any way to ‘force’ him to join the Friendship
were met with failure after failure, most of them quite costly! Counselor Seven was in for three to five years of penance,
ulcers and the rebuild of his public reputation thanks to his extremely
criminal ‘attempt’ of eight months ago!
‘Counselor Twelve... How are your business relationships
with Norbertson faring?’
‘Better
than I hoped they would, why?’ – It was a very sensitive matter for him that
his business deals, that were at first intended to be but a way to get closer
to Norbertson, were giving him so much profit as they
were...
‘And
what about your relationships with the media conglomerate that owns the channel
where this... Olivia (?)... works… are they that good
as well?’
‘Well,
yes...’
THE
SEVENTH DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – AFTERNOON
She
knocked at the door and was immediately admitted along with Harvey.
‘So?’
– asked her wife without taking her eyes from a picture from the summer of
three years before, they and Dayna enjoying a beach
in that ridiculously small island paradise in the middle of the Pacific, that
was in the middle of the other pictures over her desk.
‘We
showed the pictures of that traffic camera...’ – started Harvey.
‘And
they all confessed right away...’ – Ilena completed.
‘Insurance fraud?’
‘With
a big ‘F’...’ – said Harvey.
Princeton
stood up, walked to the wall where she had improvised a signboard (after the
federal agents practically excluded them from the investigation) with the
pictures of the victims of the ‘Feline’ and removed both Maggie and Chrissy’s from the roll of ‘victims’, and placed them under
the adjacent roll of ‘copycats’ which made them make company to Lisa Nelson
(who had been arrested five hours before).
‘Who
tied them up? Royce Gillard?’
‘Yes,
on both cases. He promised a sizeable part of the insurance money to Lewis Trayvon in exchange of his testimony granting him an alibi
for both crimes, snuck out of the shop and went to their houses, that they had
already messed up as to look like they have been ransacked (and had the ‘stolen
goods’ ready for him in plastic bags in both cases). So all he had to do was
tie them up, put the music on and leave...’
‘And
just to avoid any suspicion from our part, or anybody else in town, they chose
as soundtrack for their performances songs that everybody that knows them knows
also how much they hate each one... Nice and smart from their part...’
That had been her first clue that there
was something wrong with Maggie and Chrissy’s cases.
The ‘Feline’ was known for letting songs playing over and over again next to
her victims, but not a single time the song was one of the less liked (or
openly despised) by her victim of that time... Sure, sometimes she ‘managed’ to
select the less favored band or singer by her victim,
but her most despised song (by the victim)?
Both
lifelong friends had believed in an unproven rumor
about the ‘Feline’...
Patricia,
Teesha and Robyn’s cases on the other hand seemed
genuine. This was a small town, true, but that did not mean that those three
knew each other. They were doing a lot of research and so far the only thing
that they had found was that Teesha’s mother had once
worked for Robyn’s father, the only known link between all three women.
And
yet their stories were remarkably similar, including the fact that the burglar
(that she was sure that actually existed) had used the same kind of
multilayered knots in their lime green cleave gags (not that the ‘Feline’ had
such a trademark, she was known to use anything
to gag her victims, but while this
copycat apparently also could tie them up in any way that she saw fit and with
whatever material she came up with, the gag had to be lime green), and
had ‘fake breasts’ according to all three women.
They
were sure that the ‘Feline’ was a real she, who wasn’t nowhere near as buxom as
she wanted them to believe! That reduced the number of possibilities to so few
names...
Sarcasm
wasn’t going to take her nowhere...
‘Any news on Rimisi’s
wife?’
‘Nope,
she disappeared. He claims that she is visiting relatives in Nebraska, to
recover from the ordeal that she experienced at the hands of ‘that woman’...’
‘But
she hasn’t a single relative outside West Virginia, right?’
‘Right...
you okay?’
But
instead of answering the question, Princeton turned her back to her wife.
Sometimes she did almost open herself in public like that, and Ilena knew very well what to do.
She
nodded to Harvey who closed the blinds of the whole room before leaving.
When
they reemerged from her office, less than five
minutes later, Princeton was back to her usual ‘too tough to crack’ persona.
THE
SEVENTH DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – NIGHT
The
ropes weren’t hurting her, it was the chill of the
wind that was her main concern as of now. The weird gal that had tied her up
was really good with her knots, and the fact that her mouth was now parched
diminished significantly her chances of attracting any attention of the other
people in the hotel. The masked ***** could have left through the door, but she
had chosen the window (and her room was located on the third and last floor!)
instead and now the room was really giving her goose-bumps!
If
she at least had decided on something less... provocative... but as part of her
failed strategy to have sex with that guy from Los Angeles she had put on the
see-through blue set of lingerie, those embroideries barely covered anything!,
which had earned her a ‘Slut!’ from the burglar’s part as soon as the revealing
night dress fell around her legs on the floor. In fact, the ‘Slut!’ had come
out very weirdly... she wasn’t really sure but it seemed that the burglar gal
said it to herself, not to her...
That
lady (she was sure that the burglar was older than herself) was really
something!
In
any case there she was, over the bed (and over the sheets), bound in a way that
she never had heard that a burglar had actually bound a victim before... aside
the obvious ‘crossed ankles’ and ‘palm-to-palm’ ones, there was an absurd
amount of ties and knots (had the burglar actually done some sick macramé work
with her body in the middle of it?) over her legs and arms, she had been
anchored to one of the bed’s feet and...
What
was that? Somebody was knocking at the door!
‘Miss
Damian? Are you there?’
She
did her best to produce any sound,
but to no avail. But as soon as she heard the cop’s voice her hopes were
renewed. And then the hotel manager opened the door...
THE
EIGHTH DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – MORNING
The
image was in fast-forward, they were not there to watch a mildly obese late teens girl taking her clothes off, until the image switched
suddenly. They put the velocity back to normal and the
complains of a young male voice were heard perfectly.
‘Come
on man! She’s about to take her bra off!’
But
the image was now showing that the cameraman was adjusting the focus and zoom.
And it showed a woman all dressed in black and grey on the rooftop of a
building.
‘Come
on... Oh shit! She closed the window!”
‘Shut
up Jay!’
The
woman was carefully running from the opposite side of the rooftop, due to the
distance between wherever the camera was located and that building the image
wasn’t good enough to get too many details of her body, and then she started to
climb down the building with incredible precision for somebody not wearing any
special equipment, at night and in a rush. At some point, when she finally
reached the ground, the image froze and (as the camera’s owner finally grabbed
it back) now showed the 14 years old kid who had recorded the ‘Feline’ for the
first time ever...
‘Newton
Morris, and his equally perv
friend (and the owner of the camera) is...’
‘Who
cares about two teens in heat? The stuff is real?’
‘All
four ‘real’ victims of the ‘Feline’, including the one attacked at the hotel
last night, were interrogated this morning and insist that she’s the real
deal...’
The
seven Counselors, who had used an obscure political
summit in XX as an excuse to meet face to face, considered the situation in Dayna’s city for a while more, and then focused solely on
her kidnapping and its consequences so far.
It
turns out that even the Chinese tong that had made Jeb so famous years before
had plans that involved using her as a leverage against him, their many reports
showed how much his plans could affect major economic (and/or criminal) players
in both sides of the Pacific (and a good part of the Indian) Ocean, thus making
his relatively ‘helpless’ best friend and former lawyer a viable target for
dozens of inexcusable interests...
Including theirs. So they discussed how they could use,
for personal and collective profit, all the info they had gathered. It went on
for hours. Counselor Twelve finished the meeting
stating to Ebby that ‘the arrangements had been made
satisfactorily’...
THE
EIGHTH DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – NOON
‘Bugs’
Kremp’s house was a small one, perfectly forgettable
and unable to attract any interest from anyone that passed through that very
isolated spot of Palmdale. But today there were four black cars parked besides Kremp’s Toyota.
And
inside the house Bugs was being interrogated by Deborah Immoden
in person.
It
all had started a couple of hours before, when Bugs managed to finally be awake
and turned on the TV, fifteen minutes later he was on the phone. Forty minutes
later the first car arrived, three men turned his place upside down searching
for mikes and cameras that weren’t there and gave the OK to their boss. She
arrived twenty minutes later.
‘...And
when they put the pictures of the ‘real’ victims one after another and then
made them four pictures occupy the whole screen it dawned on me... Juliana Calleros!’
‘Because of the hair color of the last one?’
‘Yes!
You see, for whatever reason that she might have, Juliana Calleros
always steals a blonde first, then a woman with black hair, next a brunette and
lastly a redhead...’
‘That’s
a bit vague...’
‘Which is why she’s been able to pull this for over thirty years!
She started back in 1982 in Arizona, moved to New York in ’86 after an
unsuccessful attempt to establish herself in Massachussets
the year before, in ’92 she was acting in the Great Lakes area and was finally
identified by a local cop called Remy... Remy...’
Louella stepped in and gave the rest of the
report in four minutes, which included her other trademark (the triple knotted
lime green cleave-gag, replaced on three occasions with lime green tape,
probably due to some injury in her hands since she had used tape, of a
different color, to restrain her victims on those
occasions), while everything that he had on the unknown ‘serial burglar’ was
sprawled over the table in between them.
Over
eighty victims! Some people really managed to avoid primetime!
‘And
this is the only known picture of her?’
Bugs
nodded and she looked at it. Great, a bad picture (slightly out of focus and
taken from a distance) of over twenty years! But that’s what she had for a
start...
‘Send
the picture to Frisco, I want the image treated the best way possible to make
it usable, I want the best ‘current possible looks’ of her in my tablet at
sunset and...’
She
turned to him, whose legs started to shake slightly right away...
‘You
don’t want any money for your help, is that correct?’
‘Hum,
no... I mean yes(!),
that’s correct, I just want two favors...’
‘Name
them.’
THE
EIGHTH DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – NIGHT
‘But
how could she pass unobserved for so long?’
‘She
never targets anyone who’s going to be news for a while, (...) let’s be
honest... if this ‘fake return’ of that famous burglar wasn’t happening and she
still have targeted the very same women... what would be the chances that I
would hear about it in Minnesota? Or Ohio? Or Delaware? Or... Four women,
burgled with an irregular interval in between each crime and who didn’t lose
any family heirloom, a pricey jewelry or the likes...
just some money, maybe a couple of
earrings and part of their pride. Not exactly what journalists would call
‘nationwide news material’, right?’
All
the policemen and women available, the federal agents and even police officers
from other cities were gathered in that room. Ohioan retired detective Remy Montblanc had arrived in town and went straight to the
police headquarters and quickly managed to convince both Princeton and the FBI
agent in charge of the investigation of his theory.
The
fact that he knew that all four women had been gagged with an elaborate triple
knot made his story more viable, and all the details that he had gathered about
this ‘Juliana Calleros’ (a stolen identity as Remy
had found in 1998, he was sure that she was of Mexican/Central American
ancestry but had little to go further on that part) had been checked and
confirmed by the feds, which made him the specialist he claimed to be.
‘But
now that she robbed her last victim in this town... do you think she’ll
disappear?’
‘No.
She should do just that, vanish in thin air. But as far as I can tell she never
waited less than a week to move to her next stop... There was a time...’
The
whole room waited for him to finish the phrase.
‘Yes?’
‘Nothing,
I can’t prove it and I need to check a few facts before I can tell you about
it. I am not even sure that this situation that just passed through my mind
actually applies itself to now. It’s more like less than a hunch...’
He
apologized and resumed his explanation of who was (most likely) the last
copycat of that retired burglar still at large in that city. The other people
in the room did take notes and made questions, and after twenty or so minutes
he was off the building.
The
next morning he made a few calls and, apparently, left town.
THE
NINTH DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – MORNING
‘Take
the gag and blindfold off.’
Olivia
Biggelow blinked twice before looking at the woman in
front of her, she blinked once more, finally admitted that she being towered by
whom she was and gulped. And the man behind her immediately clamped his big
left (and gloved) hand over her lips.
‘There
are two things that can happen in the next hour. In the first you will have the
planned live interview with our host, after YOU answer some of MY questions
about the woman who gave you the scoop that turned upside down that
investigation... or our host can call the police and report your disappearance,
after a suitable excuse (complete with feed from his security cameras) about
how you were ‘kidnapped’ from this very place by person or persons unknown...
and you will answer MY questions in the end... although it might take a little
more time than what I had originally planned...’
She
was as tall as people said that she was, and (at least) twice as creepy!
‘And
if your waiting for your regular ‘knight in shinning armor’ to rescue you...’
Someone
produced out of thin air a tablet next to the right side of her face, the image
in the screen showed Zeke and a blonde girl wearing a white micro bikini
kissing as she dragged him backwards to a bed, and he was taking his clothes
off...
‘Should
we see the rest of it?’ – Ebby asked with a mocking
smile in her face.
OK,
she had told him to get lost... about just one hour before as they got informed
that ****** ********* would arrive two hours late for their scheduled
interview. She was still covering the whole weird incident, that her scoop had
turned even weirder, a few dozen miles in the West when the news about the
sudden ‘indisposition’ of the reporter that had been assigned to it. Now ******
********* was one of the most influent men in the West Coast, and she was
starting to shine again after her scoop so....
But as they were informed that the
interview would happen later than expected... Zeke went to the pool to enjoy the
sight of whoever were those two or three skinny girls while she went to the
library, was ambushed inside it by at least four people (all with more muscles
in one leg than she had in all her body) and taken (heavily bound, gagged and
blindfolded with rope and tape) to some place at the basement’s level.
Now
the woman nicknamed as the ‘Eerie Heiress’ was in front of her...
‘Pay
attention, our host is a very powerful man that is doing a favor
to a friend that wants to know who might have been so... handy to his wishes of
seeing Dayna alive once more. He knows that this
‘help’ she gave you was but a way to shine a light as if saying: ‘Hey! I am
here! I want to help you Mr. Norbertson!’... And he
wants to know who wants to help his business buddy. Which is why he called me
and... Here we...’
There
was a huge commotion outside the room, a fight (a big one). She was regagged with more and more strips of tape being applied to
the lower half of her face while Euboea Bortroff went
to check on the commotion. For about four or five minutes the only persons in
the room were she and the still unseen man holding
her still (as if it was needed thanks to all that rope) and sat in that chair.
Then
the door opened and Euboea, six masked men and women and Zeke...? What was he
doing with them? He had been roughed up a little but looked fine... but he
tablet was in her lap and even with the image upside down she could see that it
was Zeke with the nude blonde babe, and they were obviously about to have sex!
He was being held by the two bulkiest men she had ever seen, and Ebby walked to her and grabbed the tablet, after fidgeting
with it for a while she showed her the screen once more.
The
naked blonde was writhing over the bed, the bottom of her bikini had been used
to tie her ankles together and lash them to her waist while the top was
responsible for the simple yet effective ties in her wrists and elbows, not
exactly what was called ‘hogtie’ (if she wasn’t mistaken) but close enough to
one. As for gag he had used his tie and, apparently, a white hankie. Weirdly,
she somehow seemed amused...
‘You
have a problem with libraries?’
Of
course! She could stand closed and windowless places, but for some reason if
she was inside a library she always chose the closest spot next to an open
window, there had to be an open window in the library or she wouldn’t be seen
inside one!, although she could never explain the reason of that nervous tic of
hers it was something that all the people who knew her knew about, like Zeke.
She nodded and Euboea turned to Zeke.
‘You
had no way of knowing that we would play some archived footage for her...’
‘I
didn’t even knew that there was a camera in the room!
Just that all of a sudden this incredibly gorgeous and busty girl was hitting
on me, almost assaulting me!, and my friend, who would never be inside a
library with all its windows closed, was supposedly locked inside one taking
some notes... something that she rarely does by the way...’
Euboea
just stood quiet for a moment, and then she ordered that both she and Zeke were
freed as she explained a few things to them, as the two soon stayed side by
side, Zeke trying to ‘protect’ her from Euboea (as if he actually could do
it..., but the feeling that his attempt caused on her was nice). They were most
explanations on how the whole incident would be covered up by her and *********
than actual treats.
Fact
was that in the night before the day Jeb Norbertson
was about to split his ‘forces’ in order to find out who was the ‘Feline Felon’
(she didn’t elaborate much in that part), because he suddenly started to
believe that the crime spree and Dayna’s kidnapping
were two incidents somehow connected, a fell from grace (so thunderously!)
reporter shows up with some (illegal) evidence that start to uncover the fact
that the ‘spree’ was actually the work of a group of friends plotting insurance
fraud (and apparently also politically motivated) and the work of a copycat...
So
there was a leak around Jeb’s security, beside the one that answered to Euboea
herself, and she needed to find who
the leak was, hence the fact that they could be cruel or extremely generous
with them... After the deal was done a battalion of maids took care of Olivia
and prepped her for the interview, that was to be
recorded and not live just in case Olivia had second ideas, while Zeke was
ordered to go free the blonde and apologize to her. It took him a while to
return....
For
the next half a year Olivia Biggelow seemed to be at
the right places like 70% of the time (some mistake were purposely made in
order to don’t attract too much attention from the other reporters and law
enforcer agencies), and she revealed seven different major scandals that cost
many jobs and a few political terms, giving her the reputation of one of the
best investigative reporters of the West Coast. But she always thought that
Euboea passed straight to Jeb everything she could recall about that night.
What
little she could give about her attacker to her hostess was more than enough to
make Euboea identify the woman, and puzzle her as few facts had done in the
past.
THE
NINTH DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – NOON
Instead
of a big limousine or a convoy of three or four black SUVs, Ms. ‘Demir’ had sent three armored
cars (of the same type, yet of different colors) in
random intervals. The first one took ‘93-A’
with it at around 10:15, the second left the club with ‘93-B’ at 11:04, and now
it was time for her to bid adieu to ‘93-C’.
As the others she had been allowed to wear
something for the first time since she had arrived at the club, in her case it
was a white business suit that probably had been taken from her own wardrobe
for it fit her very well. As for restraints she was handcuffed (hands in front)
and there was a hook in the floor to which her ankles would be tied to by her
companion in the back seat. All in all, the two men wearing simple navy blue
business suits made it look like she was their boss and one was the driver and
the other a secretary. As the other two she thanked her and her ‘wonderful
crew’ for all the memories she had got while in her club, and then she was off.
By the time she arrived at the marina she had
been informed of the whole truth, cried due her naivete
(but was consoled, by phone, by her mistress who swore to avenge her) and (now
free of the handcuffs, blindfolds and rope on her ankles) walked to the pier
alone. She was the last one admitted on board before the yacht left.
Carlyle dealt with other clients for a couple
of hours and then ordered that her dinner was served in her office, and locked
herself inside it with Kosum and Dayna.
‘Was
it all necessary? A fake ‘93-A’, smuggled inside I do want to know how
and when and everything else about this stunt of yours... and all that?’
‘Maybe
not, but it’s better be safe than sorry as you
Americans say...’
‘And what about the secret arrival of
that blonde?’
Kosum handed her a few sheets of paper, her
handwriting wasn’t beautiful but was legible and there were schematics of the 15(!!!)
flaws Kosum had identified in her club’ security
system during her stay... But before she could say anything...
‘Do
not worry about anything; from the moment she was here to the moment she won’t
be anymore the security of this place was reinforced...’
‘And
when will she will really be...’
‘Sometime
tonight...’ – was the short and dry answer by the older woman.
As
if trying to say ‘I am right here you know’ Dayna
mumbled something through her gag, and the two turned their attention to her, Kosum crouched by her side and spun the heavily mummified
bound body so it now rested on its left side. Long gone was the outrage for
having been neglected in favor of the former Russian
bouncer, but the spark in her eyes made Dayna realize
that Kosum was actually enjoying the 24/7 treatment she had been subjected to the
past week. And wasn’t making any secret of it!
‘Oh,
just for you to know... I talked with her
a few minutes ago through a phone one of the drivers brought me. She knows that
most of this plan was YOUR idea, including the use of HER slaves in this little
ruse... and she wanted me to tell you...’
The
Thai woman whispered something in the overly taped blonde’s ear, and the
reaction on the youngest woman in the room was of pure incredulity and impotent
fury, which earned her some spanking afterward before her very frugal dinner
was served to her.
As
Kosum had hired her to change Dayna’s
bonds after two/three hours of endurance of each strenuous bondage position,
she spent the next eight hours doing so in between her regular participation in
the house’s activities.
Around
midnight a nondescript black car showed up, Dayna was
quickly balled up and put inside a large case, and Carlyle’s participation in
the whole affair ended up with the largest credit card charge she had ever
typed in her life.
Or
so she thought...
(The
next day, when the latest development on the ‘Fake Feline’ case appeared on TV
she, for the very first time in her dominatrix career, lost her composure in
front of a client but credited it to once have been, herself, a victim of the
real ‘Feline’!)
THE
TENTH DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – NIGHT
22
years old Jenna Stern just wanted to have a good night of sleep after the
flight, the ride from San Francisco and all that... drain that the last week
had been.
But
it was finally over, her mother was at peace at last and if her brother came up
with any more bull... about the house and everything else she would never ever
talk to him again! Tomorrow she would return to her job at Robyn’s store...
She
still could not believe that the Rimisis would come
up with such a crooked plan to demoralize the sheriff in front of everybody,
she surely hoped that they arrested that self-sanctimonious ********! wherever she had run to hide, along with that wacko that
posed as a burglar and had used their scam to target her friend and employer as
one of her latest batch of victims! But for now...
She
emerged from the shower feeling almost human, put on pink underwear and, on a
whim, decided to take a good look at herself on the full body mirror of her
closet. She looked good! But then so did the other woman in the reflection...
While
Jenna was standing in front of the closet’s door (to which the mirror had been
nailed to), she was like eight feet behind her, dressed from head to toe in
formfitting black fashion (it almost looked like it was painted on her!), and
holding a mean looking gun in her left hand. Wait a moment... she knew her?
‘I
mean you no harm, just lie down on the floor with your wrists crossed behind
your back and you’ll be fine... Are you listening to me?’
She
was trying to disguise her voice... Now she knew that she knew her!
But
she obeyed (stuttering a little as she begged and complained as she was being
tied up), and in less than ten minutes she was the latest tight ‘package’ made
by this lunatic!
Three
strands of rope kept her thighs and calves together, her arms fared no better
(but she had not forced her elbows to touch when she complained that she wasn’t
that flexible) and now that green gag was being knotted at the base of her
skull...
The
masked woman then grabbed her body, rolled it so she now was belly up and
lifted her from the floor, carrying her to her own bed and panting afterwards
as she sat beside her captive... and then somebody harrumphed!
He
was an old guy, 50/60 years, and was dressed as inconspicuously as possible for
a warm night, and was carrying two things in his hands, a cellphone
(with a camera aimed at the burglar) and a gun. And his voice was calm.
‘Missed
me Juliana? Stand up and take five
steps away from the bed please...’
Her
small gun was tucked in the back of pants, but he couldn’t see it standing by
the door of her bedroom, so she stood up as Jenna tried frantically to warn him
about the gun. It didn’t took him too long to realize what she was doing, since
he wasn’t seeing her Beretta Cheetah anywhere it could only meant that she had
it with... tucked on her pants, waist level, in the front or in the back or...
Then
something caught his attention and he turned his head to his right, and then
put his gun on the floor and reached high. Both women heard the sound of a tazer being charged and saw the wires striking him on the chest;
he twitched for a moment and fell face first on the floor. But before the
burglar could even sigh for relief (as much as Jenna mewled in despair), the
sound was heard once more...
THE
ELEVENTH DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – MORNING
‘...And
the guy that entered the room didn’t said a thing, bam!,
she was down on the floor, out cold and totally at his mercy. He taped her up
first, then Mr...?’
‘Montblanc.’
‘Then
he taped Mr. Montblanc and then he looked at me.’
‘And
he tried to bribe you?’
‘Yeah...
he came and said... ‘Be smart and don’t tell the cops about me and you can keep
these...’, and he opened the bills as if they were a royal flush in front of my
eyes, then he hid the notes in one of my drawers and blindfolded me. As soon as
my eyes were covered he crouched down and said ‘...but if you tell them about
me I will be back one day!’. I heard him picking her
up and leaving. Not five minutes later...’
Sheriff
Princeton made a few more questions and was politely expelled from Jenna’s room
by the hospital’s dean, right on time for Jenna’s friends (including Robyn? She
probably gave the day off to Kim...) storm the room and attract the attention
of Dr. Miller and the orderlies, and then she turned her attention to Remy.
‘Give
me one good reason as to why I should let you walk after you forgot to tell us
about your suspicions.’ – she asked cutting him short
of any excuse he had prepared.
‘Newark, 1999. Natural redheads are only 1% of the
world’s population, and she took too long to find one in that city. So one
night... a girl called Samantha Allenberg was found
by her roommate like one minute after she was gone. And Samantha had red hair
and actually hadn’t. She had changed her hair color
just a few days before... nothing out of the ordinary though. So I thought that
she had finished her ‘set’ for that town... until Peggy Jean Bristol found her
sister Ruth bound on the sofa in front of the TV of their condo. Unlike
Samantha, Ruth was a natural red...’
‘And
you didn’t told me that because?’
‘Cleveland, 1997, and Louisville, 2005, are
two examples when the fact that the last girl wasn’t a ‘natural’ redhead wasn’t
something that mattered for her... Only once it did matter that the girl had to
be a natural red, while in seven or eight it didn’t, plus do you know how many
blondes that she attacked weren’t actually ‘blondes’?’
‘Six.’
Oh
great, the feds! But it seemed that they had considered that possibility also,
and had kept her in the dark!, so their approach was
more friendly towards Remy than hers.
They
discussed the unexpected development from the corridors of the hospital to the
room assigned to the FBI in the Police Station for hours, and had no clue
whatsoever as to who was Juliana’s
rescuer/kidnapper and what were his reasons.
Meanwhile,
after she finally managed to convince her friends that she was OK, and Dr.
Miller had them expelled and practically locked
her room from any more visitors for that day, Jenna could finally stop and
think (for the last time) about her lies...
She
didn’t needed the money that much. The 500 were but a decoy, and the promised 5K might
never be delivered anyway... But if they were...
And what about the phone number? Was it added to her list in her cellphone?
The
only that she knew was that the most imposing, domineering and... what else? What else could she call that woman? All that she
knew was that she would have obeyed her ‘suggestion’ with a smile in her face! As she almost had actually...
One
week later, as she was getting ready for her bath after a hard day’s work (the
second after she had been discharged from the hospital and after Robyn had
finally allowed her to return to work), Jenna found a bulky envelope with 50
non-sequential bills of one hundred dollars in one of her drawers...
THE
ELEVENTH DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – NIGHT
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he's standing in front of you
OK...
they were definitely NOT in the mood for that! They had a very strenuous couple
of days, and were expecting to find some relief from it in their own home, and
not having to deal with another
invader that had the gall to announce her (most likely) or his presence with a
song! And especially that one!
Dayna, when she finally returned from
wherever she was hiding, would be prohibited for life to play it again!!! Or
any other Bob Dylan song!
But
the voice didn’t sounded like Dylan’s... nor the arrangement sounded his... and
then the unmistakable voice of Simon Le Bon filled the garage as soon as Ilena opened the door connecting it to the kitchen, she
turned to Princeton...
‘Duran
Duran made a cover of it?’
‘Focus,
Ilena, focus!’ – answered her wife slightly
enraged...
They
found her in the living room; she had brought a DVD with Duran Duran songs and was playing it on the TV. She was a black
woman, a bit tall and all dressed in black.
Ilena and Princeton’s guns were aimed at
her as she nonchalantly turned off the TV.
‘Hello,
we finally meet...’
‘Finally?’ – asked Princeton.
‘I
was her guardian angel for over a month...’ – she said holding a picture with
two fingers of her left hand, she handed the picture to Ilena
after she stood up from the sofa.
It
was Dayna, naked and bound over a mattress somewhere.
‘Who
are you?’
‘I
can’t tell you my name, and if you keep pointing those things at me I might get
mad enough to strip you both, tie you up in the buff on this cold floor and
then do what I am supposed to do tonight. And I meant it.’
‘And
what are you supposed to do tonight?’
‘Give
you some answers and a script to follow...’
‘Excuse
me?’
Princeton
took a good look at the woman. She was calm and confidant, slightly amused and
at the same totally on alert. It was a clear standoff... that she broke by
putting the safety back on and her gun back in its holster, that she then
unbuckled, and then sitting on the large sofa on the other edge that the woman
was one moment before.
‘Look,
whatever you have to say, say it. I don’t want nor need to know how good you
are with kung-fu and all that, do your bit and get
out. But first...’
Ilena had unbuckled her
holster and put it, with Princeton’s, over the coffee table in front of the
sofa. Then she sat
on the pouffe that she had placed by Princeton side.
‘...what
do you mean with ‘guardian angel’?’
‘About
five or six months ago Jeb Norbertson discovered a
plan, to be put in motion in a couple of weeks, to kidnap Dayna.
He’s about to strike the greatest business deal that he has ever made, and if
it bears fruits as he expects to he’ll be two or three times what he is today
in a matter of years. Of course, many others have interests in that business
deal... and Dayna is, and always will be, his
Achilles heel...’
‘So...?’
‘What
do you know about the deal between Jeb and the Duchess?’
‘Just
what everybody knows... he keeps the small villa where she was born afloat with
‘clean’ money invested in it, and she provides him whatever ‘help’ he needs
when he... gets to deal with tongs, Russian mobs and whatever kind of...’
The
realization came halfway through as she was answering the question. She looked
at Ilena who looked back at her with the same
quizzing look, and then back at the intruder.
‘We
started to look around and found not one, nor two, but nine different plots to
have Dayna turned into the reason behind whatever
‘incredibly stupid and dumb’ idea Jeb might have during or after he closed the
deal... I might admit that some were incredibly elaborated, after all Jeb Norbertson having a slight case of ‘business dementia’ and Dayna Green missing... Two plus two equals..., in order to
disguise the whole thing. To put it simple, Jeb broke the bank and everybody
that didn’t saw what he was doing before he did it all wanted to have a
share... by getting Dayna in his/her/their power...’
‘And
the Duchess... she doesn’t want that ‘share’?’
‘Two
guys didn’t believe in it either... and decided that if their ‘so-called’ boss
didn’t wanted it, they would get it for themselves. Do
you wanna know...?’
‘No
thanks... so she honored her word and you...’
‘The
whole idea was that exactly today, two weeks before the day in which the
Russians would do it, Dayna would invite you for dinner.
You would arrive to find her writhing on the kitchen floor and would be
overpowered...’
‘By whom??!!’ – Ilena
asked raising from the pouffe
suddenly.
‘Yours
truly, I lived a whole month in the fallout shelter below our feet...’
Both
Ilena and Princeton’s incredulity made her remember
of the awful place... Not her greatest assignment ever! But the Duchess had
promised a very suitable compensation.
‘It
wasn’t a great experience, it was very boring actually. But I was there in case
anyone decided to preempt his/hers strike, and my orders was to avoid Dayna’s
capture at any cost, at least while my backup wasn’t around... Oh yes, I had a
back-up in town... as had the Russians and a few others. In any case... the
involvement of that burglar made us put our plans in motion earlier than we
thought of...’
‘And
Dayna... did she knew about
all those plans...’ – started Ilena.
‘...Or
did she take part in their elaboration?’ – completed Princeton.
The
black woman’s smirk was all that they need as answer. Both swore to the other
that ‘she’ would be the one that was going to kill Dayna,
and Ilena was really serious about disobeying
Princeton!, but stopped their argument when the black
ninja harrumphed.
‘According
to her... BOTH of you are among the worst actresses she has ever seen...’
And
it was true apparently, Ilena
sat back on the pouffe while Princeton returned to
the sofa in a more contrite manner. Ok, apparently the whole thing depended on
the ability to fool as many unpleasant people as possible at once (along with
the good folks), and they were both conscious of how little were their skills
in that area...
‘The
whole idea was to create a general ‘wild goose chase’ in the... underworld (if
that word still exists), while Jeb completed his deals and Dayna
was kept safe... somewhere. If you’re interested... the death toll is, up to
this day, around fifteen in three different countries... no innocent lives
taken and no violent acts happened in this county...’
‘There’s a few people missing...’ – started Ilena.
‘The
Carsons and the Perdues
never existed in the first place, Allannah Tracy (as
you might be already thinking) is Juliana’s
last fake ID and as of Robert Uhlman... we don’t know
why he’s missing. He’s your only real case that we know of.’
She
gave them more details over the next hour, that only increased the weird
sensation that they were starting to feel about Dayna
(they quickly understood her reasons but were still unsure as to how deal with
her actions), until she threw the bomb.
A second picture of Dayna.
Still bound the very same way of the first one (a modified hogtied, with the
ankles connected to the elbows and the wrists rope-cuffed in the front) but the
angle of the picture was different. Instead of a close-up of the nude body it
clearly showed where the mattress was located, the tunnel leading to the
fallout shelter!
‘DON’T!!!!’
– The black woman said as both stood up instantaneously.
‘She
wants to see you both as badly as you want to see her, but she also wants to
talk about everything she hid from you two and all her actions... basically
she’s feeling really guilty about having to deceive you and you...’
‘We
know it...’ – Ilena started to grit her teeth, but
with the curiosity she saw in the black woman’s face she relaxed – ‘Because she’s
Dayna! Crazy and genius and... and
I so want to kill her! After I kiss her of course...’
‘Get
in the line girl... look, we’re mad at her as much as we are relieved that
she’s fine and we’re... oh what the hell... we’re grateful that she did what
she did. Not that she’s not going to receive the mother of
all spankings when I get my hands on her! But unless you are twice as
good as you think you are... get out of our way!’
Princeton
and Ilena went straight to the basement as Felicia
sat back on the sofa.
She
chuckled as she phoned her boss. By the time Ilena
and Princeton returned to the house she was long gone, and they knew that
whatever Dayna had meant with ‘Jeb’s surprise to you
both’ it was going to be embarrassing for them...
THE
TIRTEENTH DAY OF DAYNA’S KIDNAPPING – MORNING
‘The
mother of all spankings’ was an apt name for whatever she had endured at the
hands of her mistresses, prior to be delivered to them that is, as she very
obviously was having trouble to sit on that chair! Oh well, she had had her
fun...
‘Ok,
you may lie on your belly over that towel...’
Sighing
with relief Dayna took her place in between Petunia
and Cherry, who then knelt and started to pass the suntan lotion all over her
naked body.
‘Hmm,
guys, weren’t you supposed to be punishing her?’ – Debra asked.
‘Shut
up!’ – Both older women said at the same time. Petunia looked at Cherry who
nodded and did all the job as she stood up and went inside the boat, among
Cherry’s many mail courses was the professional masseuse and, in spit of her lack of talent to almost all the other courses
she got, she had proved to be a diligent student in that one.
‘In
the case you are wondering, me and Petunia (and Sylvie when she shows up) will
be punishing this angelic blonde here as much as our mistress want us to do
so... But only after
Deborah is here with us. She gave us the order to treat her as we wished
to, but that no real harm was to befell upon this flesh... until she’s here...’
‘No
real harm?’ – asked Dayna opening her eyes, right on
time to see Petunia, the oldest one among the three ‘Client 93’, returning with
rolls of white tape and pre-cuts coils of rope dangling in her arms, which lead
to the obvious... – ‘The ‘funny tan’ punishment?’
‘What
else? It’s a hot day, no clouds on sight, NO ONE to come to your rescue...’
Yeah,
they were now over a hundred miles away from the Costa Rican coast, with no
other vessel for company in any direction they turned the eyes on. She was at
the mercy of the two women whose names she had ‘suggested’ to the Duchess
months before, two of the very few with whom Debs had not parted ways in a good
manner (without any of them to blame for it), and the crew of slightly sadistic
turnkeys that she had expected to meet when she got out of that seaplane hours
before. Well, the two (and Sylvie) would finally meet Deborah thanks to her
ruse, but because of that ruse she wouldn’t dare to leave her cabin if she had
any say in the matter for a week or two!
And
what else those two, and Sylvie, and Debs..., had in store for her?
‘Ehrr...
girls?’ – But the
crew’s only answer to her plea was a collective pure delight with her ordeal!
And they cheered the duo that was cornering her!
‘Hey,
come on Dayna, you know the drill... Don’t resist and
obey our orders... Hands in front, cross them please,
and say ‘Aaah’...’ – Petunia said.
‘Hold
on a second, why does she need a packing in her gag?’ – asked Cherry.
‘Good
question... ok, just come to our parley... you adorable fly...’
THE
DAY THE ‘HOAX’ WAS REVEALED – MORNING
‘Have
you seen the news?’
‘No,
wha...’
But
instead of answering her question Donna Mannx merely
grabbed the remote control from her hands, aimed it at the TV and changed the
channel.
It
was in all news channels. Jeb Norbertson, dressed as
if he was going to another of his meetings with a few entourage (including that
icy 'dead' girl), a few reporters and the sheriff she had seen so much in the
news over the past two weeks.
They
all seemed to be in a basement of sorts. Jeb walked towards a wall, then he crouched and checked the bricks one by one, until he
found one and removed it from the wall, next he pushed a button and part of the
wall opened as if it was a door.
‘What?’
– she said looking over her shoulder back at Donna,
who raised the volume.
‘This
whole lane has three collective fallout shelters built with the houses, whoever
was behind Dayna’s kidnapping was apparently the only
person in the world that still knew about them... I checked,
there’s no record anywhere of them...’
She
turned once more to Donna and mouthed ‘was?’. Donna
told her to keep her eyes in the screen, and to get ready to get flabbergasted.
‘Was?’
– asked the sheriff.
‘Dayna’s kidnappers and I reached an agreement in the fourth
day of her kidnapping, and she was freed and is under my protection ever since
the fifth day...’
What
happened next was a small confusion as the sheriff moved to where Jeb was as
his bodyguards (and three cops) kept the reporters in their place. Due to the
commotion the reporters made the heated argument between the sheriff and Jeb
was barely heard, but as soon as his secretary opened a folder and showed her
something the sheriff stopped.
The
video went on with the sheriff expelling all the reporters from her house and
then sort of forcing Jeb to get into her car. Ebby
was already on the phone ordering that they had access to as much original and
full records of the whole footage, from as many TV channels as possible, and
that a full scan on it was to be made.
Only
after twenty minutes she finished her calls and turned to Donna.
‘What
do we know so far?’
‘Apparently,
whoever kidnapped was after a ransom and just that. He emptied two vaults that
he had in two banks in Jamaica and had its content flied over the US, and by
then he knew that many organizations, ours included, had their interests linked
to Dayna and her whereabouts... yes, he knows about
us...’
Which
explained why he sent his Russian commando after Olivia...
‘Are
you alright Ebby?’
‘Of course not! You do realize how much he fooled
us?’
‘More
than enough... So what will you do now?’
‘First thing is to find out exactly what
happened during Dayna’s kidnaping,
who was the person or persons responsible for it and what did he paid to have
her freed; then we need to find out how much he learned of our intentions and
plans (and of the Russians and other parts involved in this...), and then...’
‘Yes?’
THE
DAY THE ‘HOAX’ WAS REVEALED – NIGHT
‘...and
I have no regrets, no regrets at all. The list of people and organizations
interested in explore my feelings towards the little sister I never had just
got bigger as days passed. This folder that I am giving, to Special Agent Kevin
Thaddeus here, contains everything I managed to learn from day one to day five about the many (thwarted) plots to kidnap Dayna in order to slash me a few billions...’ – and he
avowedly gave the folder to the federal agent at his right, then Jeb picked the
second (even more packed) folder from the hands of his lawyer who was sitting
at his left at the desk filled with microphones – ‘...while this one contains
what I managed to collect during this past week. I made many copies that I
intend to use on any trial my actions, of which I take full responsibility for,
cause me to endure.’ – And he then gave the second folder to the federal agent.
Of
course the real documents, pictures and everything else had been given to the
FBI over two hours before after the deal had been struck. He would have to pay
all the bills and overtime all the law enforcement agencies involved in the
case, from day one, plus a few fees and such. Plus, this time, he wasn’t going
to be able to avoid jail time (or a reduced sentence) but thanks to it all info
and data that could be traced back to illegal sources would be acceptable in
court (because they were now the proofs of a crime for which the major culprit
took alone full responsibility for).
Back
to the stage act, Jeb and the others at the table (which also included
Princeton, the mayor, a representative from the governor and a few others)
answered many questions (Jeb’s lawyer only stepped in when the legal
implications of his actions came into the field) and finished with a video of Dayna, dressed casually with a large pink T-shirt and white
trousers, inside a soon-to-be-identified car.
She
declared that she was fine, that her kidnappers had been professional enough to
not cause any sort of serious trauma in her and they, apparently, had done her
and Jeb a big favor and that she had no way of
knowing where she was being headed to or how she would be doing the travel. It
was fairly obvious that Jeb had provided a place for her to stay as long as the
‘unknown backdoor’ (as she referred to the entrance to the fallout shelter and
the shelter itself) was being taken care of, and that said place was not on US
soil or jurisdiction. But she didn’t know if she was going to be there through
air or sea, or any combination of both, and hadn’t been told where it was
located. She finished the video sending a kiss to Jeb and begging him to not go
‘too far this time’ (which earned Jeb a lot of questions in the weeks that
followed) in his haste to protect her.
The
meeting ended with Jeb declaring that all the people that lived on that lane
would be, temporarily, reallocated in the town’s hotel’s best rooms until a
proper provisory home was provided, while all three fallout shelters (whose
documentation about had but simply vanished from all official records) were
checked and analyzed by experts.
Jeb
Norbertson didn’t manage to avoid one year and a half
behind bars, plus a few years on probation, for the way he handled Dayna’s kidnapping.
But
since he did so in order to avoid illegal outside interference in his
conglomerate’s businesses (and most importantly, profits) the board of said
conglomerate had no reason to try to force him out of his position as the CEO.
Plus many of his Asiatic business partners liked the fact that he would protect
his deals (and their profit) with such vigor without
backing away any responsibility for acting the way he d-id.
Two
of the fallout shelter were sealed after having some sustentation columns added
in a few of their sections, the one ‘belonging’ to the group of houses of which
Dayna’s and her friend’s houses belonged to
supposedly got the same fate.
In
reality it was cleaned up and had a few rooms turned livable
once more (so anyone sent there to protect Dayna
wouldn’t risk dying of boredom or tetanus like Felicia felt she would). Their
houses also got a state of the art security system.
Dayna ‘disappeared’ for nearly two months,
although she managed to be interviewed by a Japanese reporter (that had no way
of knowing how she got ‘there’) in the beginning of the second one (which gave
the world the impression that she was hiding somewhere in Eastern Asia), and by
the time she returned (looking way more as someone who had enjoyed a stay at a
spa than a victim of a crime) to her house all the ‘compensations’ (a long list
of investments) Jeb provided for the county, in order to counteract for the
huge ‘threat’ anyone could (with reason) imagine that she posed for the city,
were beginning to bear fruits already. She managed to keep the low profile she
enjoyed so much after a couple of months of interviews and many
participations in talk shows...
Pollyanna
‘Princeton’ McCabe had no problems with Rimisi’s
followers, especially after he and all the people involved in his plan to
discredit her (and get a little personal profit through insurance fraud) were
convicted for it, until his buddy James Armstrong ‘took the reins’ of the local
anti-LGBT rights movement...
By
the deal he struck with the authorities, Jeb got nearly a month to prepare
himself, and all his enterprises, for the moment he would be behind bars. He
did it in three weeks, and spend the rest of the time
enjoying some luxuries ‘for the last in a while’...
Like
the ‘Farewell for Myself Party’ he gave two days before he showed up on court.
AT
THE ‘FAREWELL FOR MYSELF’ PARTY
Euboea was told that Jeb wanted to talk to
her before he made his speech, and was guided by a waitress through the
infamous ‘maze of corridors’ that were the top floors of his manor until they
reached a spot a bit detached from the action.
The
girl, that weirdly looked divine in that male
XVIII Century noblesse’ servant black and white costume (with a wig to match),
smiled as she opened a door for her... and tried to lock the door (while
staying outside) as soon as she entered the room, but Ebby
was faster and on alert, and soon the bosomy brunette was being pressed against
the door of the room (while both of them were still outside it) by her but the
girl was very calm. But before she could ask anything a voice came from inside
the room...
‘Please
Ms. Bortroff, could you come in?’
For
a moment she wasn’t sure that the voice belonged to who she thought that it
did, but the brunette smiled and nodded. ‘It’s really her, can you believe in
it?’ she said with a very excited voice, and Ebby
stopped pressing her that hard against the wood.
‘Oh, and Ms. Andrews? Go to the third room at your left...’
Now
the brunette wasn’t expecting it, but she showed nothing besides surprise and a
little excitement as she ran to the door in question, she knocked and was
immediately admitted as a ripping sound was clearly heard by Ebby.
‘Don’t
worry about her, by the time she’s freed from her bonds I’ll be long gone and
even if she tries to tell anyone there won’t gonna one single evidence that her
claims are true. And I’m sure that Deborah is making sure that she will never
tell the world about how you and I met, face to face. Now could you please come
in?’
Deborah
Immoden was there as well? Composing herself Ebby entered the ample and poorly furnished room (just a
table and two chairs) and there she was, the Duchess!
She
seemed busy with her tablet, all that Ebby could see was a game of solitaire in it, as Ebby took the place across the table and prepared herself
to wait for her to finish her game. Instead, the Duchess (who was wearing an
elegant black dress and embroidered gloves) handed her the tablet and told her
to finish it. It was almost over, only a couple of cards to be stacked left
but, as nonchalantly as possible, Ebby did it.
As
soon as the game ended the image in the screen changed...
Erika,
still wearing her blue evening dress, was writhing over the backseat of a car
(a limo, which was in motion), hogtied with padded cuffs and gagged with a wide
strip of microfoam tape. Patsy and Oprah (her
bodyguards) were sitting back-to-back on a quite darkly lit room; each woman’s
elbows was intertwining the other’s ones and thus their hands were tied in
front with a quite sturdy rope-cuff, both had been ballgagged
and wore their underwear. Next it was the turn of Micky’s
fate, her driver was lying against a pole and tied and taped up rather simply
to it; her ankles and waist were roped to it (and the waist tie also helped to
anchor her crossed wrists in place) and here and there were a few turns of
black electrician tape to enforce her immobility, plus a thick cloth to gag and
blindfold her. For last it was Hortense and Yvonne’s
(the two highly trained and competent French girls that she had hired to be her
trump cards in case anything went wrong at the party) time to appear in the
screen; both girls were wearing but their panties and a very large amount of
rope over their bodies!
While
Hortense was (sort of) hogtied (there was a long
piece of rope connecting her ankles to her wrists, elbows and hair), Yvonne
wrists had been tied behind her knees and her ankles were lashed to something
(off-screen) way above her head, forcing her to stay with her back on the
ground/floor. Next the image split in four parts, each one showing one of the
previous scenes, and there was a twinkling white ‘megaphone’ at the top right
corner of the screen. She looked at the Duchess, who nodded, and pressed the
megaphone.
‘Girls?’
All
six women showed clearly that they could hear her.
‘Everything
is fine, don’t worry about a thing please. Jeb’s
‘protector’ seems to want to have a word with me and you are the reason as to
why I am not calling the cops, nor will I. Patsy, Oprah, Micky,
Hortense and Yvonne... ‘Dr. Richard Chamberlain’... I
am ordering to each one of you to not try anything for as long as your
respective captivity last. Erika... my love... please bear
with it for a while more ok? Nothing is going to happen, and I promise I will
compensate you... As for the others, save Micky who
just got a substantial raise in her already enormous salary, I will triple the
accorded fee for your services my dears, as long as you all behave... Will you
all behave?’
All
women did their best to nod, even Erika, and the screen went black.
‘So
I take that Jeb has also a few friends and ‘friends’ of his under your power as
of now?’ – The Duchess shook her head slightly – ‘Then how...? Are you
admitting that you and he have some sort of agreement that is bigger than the
one I know?’
‘Please...
let’s stop the games shall we? They are no longer necessary. Jeb Norbertson is, as you must have been suspecting for years
now, my most successful frontmen... And you guys blew
the only chance he had to actually stop being it...’
‘How so?’
‘Twenty
years ago, when I decided to help his enterprises for my own reasons, he was an
almost nobody. In two years, or less, when he leaves Tehachapi he will be way
too big for me to have a strong grip over his businesses if he wants to be
‘free’ then... and, to be really honest with you, he did wanted for it to
happen... until he learned that a certain group of friends were okay with the
woman he actually loves, not as a little sister but as a woman, being kidnapped
by Russians just so they could step in and play the ‘heroes’... He is VERY
disappointed with you Ms. Bortroff...’
‘Nothing
would have happened to...’
‘You
were going to let her be their ‘possession’ for three full days before you
showed up and rescued her! You knew WHERE she would be sent to and under WHOSE
care she would stay while there, and you were going to
allow it to happen! And all because... you wanted him as one
of your ‘Friends’...’
‘And
he was...’
‘Right
now I am but a burden to him, the criminal mastermind that can drag away his
reputation and freedom and businesses (well, these ones just maybe), and he
wanted to start anew, as ‘clean’ as possible. I allow people to get out of my
organization on a semi-regular basis, just as long as they can’t be somehow
coerced to use any dangerous knowledge they might have against me or my friends
or my businesses... I am okay with it. And he wanted out. It would be very
troublesome, too much work to do but... I would know that he would not be able
to use any useful information left with him...’
‘And
all that it was needed was that we warned him about the Russians’ plans...’
‘...and
you would have him as one of your ‘friends’ by this time already...’
She
started to lose control, she could feel the tremble in her left hand coming up
at top speed (so she discretely placed her right one over it), and fought with
herself for a while before she managed to return her gaze to the Italian woman.
She
had no one but herself to blame for her decisions, and she had agreed with the
plan from the very start! It wasn’t her idea, it was Counselor Eight’s, but so what?
She
had agreed with it!
‘So
what happens now?’
‘Right
now Jeb is starting his speech thanking everybody for being here, after that he
will circle around thanking personally many Hollywood stars and starlets,
sports stars as well and politicians, it will take him a while to be at the
library where he expects to have a talk with you. I calculate that we have
about one hour and a half to reach a deal.’
‘About?’
‘Let’s
not make any mistake, I intend to keep doing whatever I damn need to (within my
usual limits) to achieve any goals I set myself to reach. You, and your
organization of vigilantes, will keep on trying to have me arrested or removed
from the ‘game’ as well as any other that actually threatens one of you or your
whole gang. We will not change WHO we are, that’s for sure, but...’
‘But?’
‘I
like to think that, while I can have your current lover and anyone else of your
(or her) entourage under my power any time I need to, and believe me that if I
need to you will know about it one hour too late!, if I ever heard that Dead
Eyes Illyana or Los Atalantes
or Xu Wei or... any other highly unpleasant... human being is planning to have
Erika or any past or future lover of yours, plus anyone else related to you or
her or your friends, for any conceivable reason that might occur... I would be
able to warn you somehow...’
‘As long as I return the favor?’
‘Even
if you don’t, but let’s face it... It would be so much easier for me to sell
that to my friends if I could include some reciprocity from your
side...’
Ebby thought about it for a moment. There
was so much to consider about the whole proposition! She thought about the last
time she had tried to strike hard at the woman in front of her. Less than a
month before ‘Pretty Peaches’ had sent a message detailing a ciphered
conversation she had heard Deborah have on the phone.
Her
techs had analyzed it and had found out that it alluded
to a meeting (in two days) between the Duchess and one entertainment
businessman she, and the other Counselors, believed
that it was one of her most successful frontmen. A
team was sent to record the meeting in any way possible, and they had returned
with ‘Pretty Peaches’...
The
meeting had never happened, at the deserted spot of that back road a stolen car
had appeared and two masked men had removed a large luggage bag from the trunk,
that they left by the roadside, before disappearing. After about one hour the
techs operating the cameras saw that the luggage had some movement of its
own...
‘Pretty
Peaches’ was found inside it, stark naked and heavily taped into a ball (with
the wrists tied above the ankles) and gagged with a jawbreaking
ballgag. A note (‘You can
keep her for all I care!’) with Judge Alberta’s handwriting was taped to the
inside of the luggage (that had being holed up real bad to give her room to
breathe)...
That had been their (her) latest
attempt to have one top member of the Duchess’ group in their power. Could it be possible that, even with
that sword dangling over her head (or Deborah’s, Cinnamon’s or anyone else’s),
she would still be true to her word?
Well,
so far she had. They had tried to use her honor code
against her more than once...
And
to think that once, so many years in the past, they had had the perfect chance
to capture her! But instead Counselor Six had
convinced the other Counselors to show her how
powerful they were, tell her to behave or else!
How
could they have listened to such a blatant fool?
‘Any
plan of ours that involves your capture or any of your tenants...?’
‘You’re
still welcome to try, as I am welcome to achieve any goal that involves...’
As
if on cue the screen of the tablet lit once more, and now the four images
showed all six women being transported; Erika now had the ‘company’ of another
girl.. wait a moment... it was the servant girl...
Andrews!... who had been stripped completely of any clothing she was wearing,
tied the very same way Erika had been and was lying on the floor of the limo,
right in front of Erika. Patsy and Oprah were now sitting (with a masked woman
in between them) in the backseat of a car with their wrists tied to above their
knees, their gags had been changed to see-through tape (with packing) and both
were blindfolded. Micky was alone in the backseat of
another car, her uniform was gone and she had been handcuffed though
(apparently) neither her gag nor her blindfold had been changed. Lastly Hortense and Yvonne had been cramped together inside a
trunk; she couldn’t see what had been done with their legs, but it surely was
something as overkill as the treatment their torsos and arms were suffering!
‘They
are well known by my friends and operatives in Europe as being extremely good
in escapology... Ask them about last May in Cannes if you want to hear a story
about an impossible escape from a perfectly laid death trap... if I hadn’t
checked the official files about it myself I wouldn’t
believe in it. But here they are...’
‘I
heard about it, which is why I hired them in the first place... but it did
actually...’
‘...happened
as they claim it did? Yes... So you can understand the extra precautions taken
with them. As for to where they are being taken, Jeb will give you the
address...’
‘And the Andrews girl? Why is she...?’
‘That
can only mean that Deborah herself is taking care of their transportation, and
that Andrews is the newest addition to her private (and gigantic) harem of
course, and what will happen afterward to them all when they reach ‘there’. At
that moment I believe that she’ll be placed in whatever vehicle Deborah is
using tonight and...’
Their
conversation went on for one hour, and by the time it was over a deal was
reached and a safe place, a local where the Duchess and Ebby
could be able to meet if the need arose, was established. Next Ebby went downstairs to the library and saw whatever bond
of friendship she was trying to create with Jeb be buried in a very cold way.
But
nothing could have prepared her to what happened next. The address Jeb gave her
was none other than the one of her own manor in LA!
She
went there without caring about traps and such and found the place overtaken,
all her security men and women drugged and locked in a room, and her maids and
servants and ‘friends’ sprawled around among the many rooms of the place.
Nadiya, as all were expecting, had managed
to free herself from whatever tie-up she had been subjected to by Deborah’s
commandos (actually Deborah herself), but she had also been locked inside a
closet and barred the door of it with a heavy piece of mahogany, so she was
trapped for good inside it. Hortense and Yvonne fared
similar fates (and had also managed to free themselves from their bonds at
least).
Not
a single china or silverware was missing.
She
found Erika, and the others, bound in the buff in different positions in her
own room... and there was a note taped to Erika’s belly: ‘Next time you do a
stunt like that again we will clean this place of ANY valuable we find...
Deborah’, that she torn into tiny little pieces before she freed Erika (Nadiya and the maids tended the others)...
The
incident was treated as a warning from the Duchess’ side, that any plan in
which they purposely allow anyone directly or indirectly linked her to suffer
any form of ordeal was to be canceled, for now.
Strategies would have to be reviewed and resources redirected, and after she
told them about how they had slumped their act with Jeb the other Counselors agreed that they would have to change their
ways.
Three
Counselors swore to try to prick Jeb’s (and the
Duchess’) business from his fingers while he was behind bars, but from the
start even them knew it was a vain hope.
It
was a very long year for the Friendship, in which Ebby’s
influence over her peers only grew with her mediations and other demonstrations
of her natural leadership.
But
she never told them about her deal with the Duchess.
AFTER
THE ‘FAREWELL FOR MYSELF’ PARTY
They
were her subordinates, but they were also her friends. And
after she had used their ordeals as an excuse for a ‘Comanche Strike’ years
before they had imposed that deal on her. If she ever messed really bad
with them, even if there was no other way to help or save them or their
families/harem members, she would have to pay... with sweat.
Cinnamon
was entitled to put her through a hellish ‘one-week special training’ ordeal in
which she was the recruit that had just fell from the graces of the **********
of all drill sergeants (Cinnamon)!!! While Deborah was more direct...
They
would have to fight.
Since
she wasn’t nowhere near as good as Deborah in martial arts they had settled for
good ole fashioned boxing, with all the apparatus of amateur boxing... that
never stopped her from taking a beating... But what the hell?
She had improved her boxing quite a number of times thanks to all the
preparations and training she had for those matches... And honestly?
Sometimes she did go too far.
‘That’s
insane, you know?’
Louella’s monotonal
voice was the only flaw that the mid-thirties black woman had, but it had
hampered her career for way too long, until she had met Deborah in unsavory conditions, and was offered a job shortly
afterward.
She
had soon arose to the spot of being the Duchess’ personal secretary, who
couldn’t mind less about the result of that weird genetic condition of hers,
and had long become another friend of the Italian noblewoman in this side of
the Atlantic.
‘Be
honest with me Louella, if had allowed it to happen
with you, and your sons were involved in it, wouldn’t you punch me in the face
as soon as you learned about it?’
‘Of course! But...’
As
if on cue the sound of the gong was heard by them all, Jeb was so posey as the man with the hammer by it!, and Dayna was also holding her own hammer (as she would be the
one in charge of signaling the end of each round) in
a most ridiculous fake fashion (But at least they had buried or burned that
politically incorrect and stereotyped Chinese uniform that they had used last
time).
Besides
them the only attendance of the bout was sitting in a stool a few feet from the
ring, not that she had any chance to do otherwise.
Mia
Andrews, a 19 years old Californian semiprofessional
photographer (and model), and Deborah’s latest addition to her harem, couldn’t
care less about the ropes holding her to the stool or almost completely
immobile.
She
wasn’t into bondage, but if her mistress had told her that if she wanted to
watch her fight the Duchess (as all bouts between them had as part of the
attendance one, two or even more of Deborah’s girls), and how could she not
want it unless she wasn’t in her right mind?, she would have to finally submit
herself to ‘the ropes’ (among a few other things like take that useless ride on
that limo with another girl as helpless as herself, but who had been allowed to
wear clothes! Well, the ride back had been… interesting).
So
there she was, arms and legs roped and melted together, and her arms had next
been lashed to her torso (did her mistress had to squash her breasts for
that?), a folded hankie lying on top of her tongue and six or more strips of
white tape holding it inside her mouth. A good price to be the only person in
the world that would watch a fight among those two... Besides Jeb, Dayna and the referee (a black lady) that is...
And
the fight was on!