The Weird
Encounter
‘Yes Hélène? Maggie?’
The tall and strong late 30’s woman standing by the
door looked back at the early twenties girl, gave her passage and (exasperated
with her insecurity) almost dragged her inside Kathleen’s office by her hand.
Both Liv (Kathleen’s head of security) and Joelle (who was working as
Kathleen’s private secretary while the titular one was on maternity leave)
looked at each other with a slightly puzzled (yet amused) expression.
‘Yes?’
‘Madame Talbot, Magdala here has an interesting story
to tell you…’
(’No I don’t!!!’)
‘Yes… you… do!!!’ – With the first word, the taller
woman grabbed the smaller by her shoulders, with the second one she spun her to
her left (so she faced now their boss instead of her) and with the last one she
slapped the girl’s white covered behind with her left hand, while pointing at
Kathleen with the other hand.
‘Should I order some popcorn to ‘properly’ watch your…
presentation, Hélène?’
‘N-no, it won’t be necessary. Let’s just say Magdala
had a weird encounter a few hours
back, something that may or may not concern you, Madame, but she agreed with me
when I told her that you should be told about it. And then…’
The three women behind the desk looked at each other
with more serious eyes.
‘Liv… correct me, it is Wednesday, right? The last
Wednesday of the month?’
Liv nodded, and Kathleen looked back at the young
beauty in front of her.
‘I know about your… relationship with Tess Moolins, Maggie.’
‘IT’S NOT LIKE THAT!!!!!’ – She then realized what she
had just done and blushed – ‘I mean… she’s a widow, somehow she still loves
that idiot she was married with for nearly forty years, and all I do for her
is… scratch an itch. Just that…’
‘Maggie? Calm down. Hélène? Could you please bring her
some water?’ – The maid tried to say something but both Liv and Joelle made the
‘silence!’ signal.
‘Maggie? Drink your water, please… I… used the wrong
phrase apparently. The only thing that would make me care, and interfere, about
what you girls do on your days off is anything criminal in its nature… which is
NOT the case. Drink your water…’
Why did Hélène have to grab such a big glass of water
and fill it up?
‘And just for your information… Tess has been hiring
girls that work for me to ‘scratch’ her ‘itches’ for the many years now…’ – Say
what? – ‘…And she has never, EVER, put any girl’s life, wellbeing & safety,
reputation and self-respect in danger. Which is why you should not be afraid to
tell me about your meetings with her…’
‘She… she knocked at my door about nine months ago.
Portia was with her, so I thought she was ok and let them in, we talked and she
told me her story, Portia told me hers… Do you… do you actually know about it?’
While Hélène almost yelled at Maggie, the women
flanking her suppressed a giggle.
‘Let me see… Every last Wednesday of the month you are
admitted inside the house that once belonged to Tess’ younger brother, and the
reason she does that inside ‘his’ home is that he knew about her fantasies (or
‘itches’) and even helped her a
couple of times, convincing two girls that he met to help his big sister. After
you change your clothes to a ‘burglar uniform’ (made of skintight Lycra or
latex, plus the high-heeled black plumps and the mask) you ‘invade’ the house,
tie up, blindfold and gag Tess and go ‘clean her’, actually you stand by
watching her. After about an hour she hums…’
She looked at Liv, and then at Joelle.
‘The William
Tell Overture…’ – said Liv, 36 years old recently completed and one of
Kathleen’s ‘Amazons’ with her piercing black eyes and hair of the same color.
‘…Or, as she calls it, The Lone Ranger’ Soundtrack’ – completed Joelle, 31 years old and
more on the ‘voluptuous’ side like Maggie (albeit as tall as Liv).
The stupefaction look in Maggie’s face was too much
for the other women.
‘I was her ‘Monthly Burglar’ about ten years ago…’ –
said Liv, the first to recover from the laughing fit – ‘…I know, I know… she
must have told you that she has…’
‘A preference?’ – asked Joelle with a smile.
‘…a preference for girls with non-noticeable muscles
but very perceptible breasts… But, occasionally, when she feels the need to
change her ‘Monthly Burglar’…’
‘… Which happens anywhere between eight and fifteen
months…’ – completed Joelle.
‘…she convinces one of my security guards or
lifeguards to play the part.’
The poor girl did not know to which woman she should
look with more bewilderment!
‘But… all the secrecy… the codes and such…’
‘Well, it’s NOT like I would… appreciate if it was of common knowledge that ‘my girls’ (as many
call all of you ladies) can be hired to indulge other people’s fantasies. And
Tess has her plate way too full of reasons for not to disclose it either…’
‘Her sons…’ – said Maggie.
‘And their wives’ – completed Kathleen.
For a moment 22 years old Maggie stood in front of her
boss desk, biting her lip and unsure of what to say. Hélène almost tipped her
shoulder, but a mere glance of Kathleen was enough for her to recoil her arm.
Finally, Maggie puffed hard and…
‘Oh well, this takes a big weight off my shoulders!
Before I continue, can I make a…?’
‘I was the one that provided the hidden switch and the
mechanism it activates…’
That explained a lot! The moment she had seen the
switch, disguised behind a family portrait of the late Mr. Nesbit (Tess’
brother), she had wondered how she had gotten it.
By switching it, the curtains on the middle window of
the second floor opened and the light on the lamp over the nightstand were
turned on, a warning signal that she (Tess) was having visits, so she should go
to a restaurant nearby and have a dinner (that Tess would pay for) while she
waited for her ‘victim’/’tormenter’ to send her a message either to come over
or to return in another day. It was a bit too
dramatic for Tess, not to mention that she doubted that Tess ‘connection’
did include anyone who could do it…
‘Anyway…’ – She checked her phone, 09:23 PM? – ‘…at
about three hours ago I arrived there and the middle window was open, the lamp
was turned on and Karen’s car was parked right in front of the house. So I
walked a couple of blocks to a restaurant she had indicated to me, ‘Silver
Moonshine’, I got there, found a table and made my order. I was sitting by the
window and there was this dame, right in front of me, in another table by the
window, and she was looking at me weirdly… I recall that I saw her looking at
her phone impatiently as the waitress suggested my table to me… And then she
saw me sitting and started to mouth to me: ‘Come here! Here!’… I mean, I am NOT
a lip-reader but it was fairly obvious what she was saying to me… and then she went to my table after she left a
hundred bucks over her own, to pay for a couple of espressos!!!’
Now this was getting interesting…
‘She didn’t say a thing besides ‘You are late!’ in a
very rasped voice. I don’t think that it was her natural voice, more like she
trying exaggeratedly to disguise it. Anyway… she said that and gave a thing,
then she stood up and left the restaurant. I stood there, dumbfounded, for a
moment and then the waitress came over and asked me if everything was alright.
I told her to cancel my order and called Hélène right away…’
And Hélène handed a plastic bag, with a plastic case
containing a DVD inside it, to Liv.
‘I live six blocks up the Cardinal St. from that
restaurant… I had already told Maggie that if she ever had any problem, any
problem at all, all she had to do was send me a…’ – The inquisitive look in the
trio in front of her, coupled with the knowing smile in all their faces, made
her sigh before she admitted – ‘Yeah… I cuddle Maggie every…’
‘Cuddle?’ –
asked Joelle – ‘I thought that you liked to lie your head on girl’s bellies…’
‘That would be Petra!’ – said Maggie, Hélène and Liv
talking about Liv’s second.
‘So you…?’ – asked Liv to Hélène.
‘I like guys, but every once in a while I call a girl
that works here to sleep with me, and just sleep. We go down to our underwear,
then we lie on my bed and I cuddle them, and that’s it. In exchange, whenever
they feel like they are in trouble while in the city…’
Liv had already called a pair of assistants to come
into Kathleen’s office, she handed the case to them and gave them their
instructions and returned to Kathleen’s side.
‘So she handed the case to you and told you what had
happened…?’
‘I was driving to here in the very next moment. I told
her not to worry about you being mad at her because of her deal with Tess, but
this pretty girl here is actually a donkey in disguise! The ‘S’ in her name
must stand for ‘Stubbornness’!!!!’
More like ‘Submissive’, she turned around to protest
to Hélène but a mere look of the giantess made her bite her lip and face
Kathleen again…
‘One thing I don’t understand… The ride from the town
to here don’t take that long…’
At the very next moment Liv was whispering the reason
in Kathleen’s ear. There had been an accident in the kitchen, with Loretta who
ended up twisting an ankle. And what Hélène had in muscles Loretta had in body
fat, so as soon as Liv saw Hélène arriving she had sent an order to have her
sent to the kitchen pronto, so she could help Loretta and the paramedics.
That’s when Hélène looked at Maggie with an inquisitive face!
‘While I was helping Loretta to get in the ambulance,
Maggie’s stomach reminded us that she was running on empty since lunch, so
Hayden prepared a sandwich for her…’
‘Oooooooohhhh…’ – said Kathleen, Liv and Joelle as
they facepalmed themselves.
‘…and I had already told her to stay put and shut up!’
– ‘accused’ Hélène.
Mona Lee Hayden was Loretta (the estate’s cook) number
one assistant, and the estate number one gossiper! She had a way to make anyone
to talk that was quite legendary! And the ways in which she spread what she had
just learned was simply put, epic!
‘So when you managed to return to the kitchen…’ –
asked Liv.
‘She was in her fifth…’
‘Fourth! I told you that it was my… fourth…
recollection…?’ – The look of disapproval in Hélène’s eyes, and the twisted fun
in all the other women’s, was a bit scary…
‘Alright… So you’ve had a weird encounter… And what
about Tess? Have you…?’
That girl was priceless! She grabbed her phone
immediately with a ‘Oh, s**t!’ kind of look in her face, checked her messages
immediately…
…And found something really odd.
FIVE MINUTES LATER
‘Girls, are you sure?’ – asked Kathleen to the
pleading trio in front of her.
‘Madam… I had a couple of occasions in which she had
to cancel our appointments. Back then, there was no social media, but emails.
And she never wrote a… dismissal note like this one’ – said Liv, pointing out
to the message in the screen of the phone.
‘In the seven months I was her burglar, she had to cancel our meeting only once. She sent me a
tweet and it was definitely NOT like this one!’ – affirmed Joelle.
‘Please, Ms. Talbot, she did not wrote that!!!!’ –
Almost implored Maggie.
Not that she actually needed their confirmation; she
had known Tess for over thirty years. A kind and gentle woman who was married
to a creep hollier-than-thou scumbag, perhaps the only good trait in his
character was that he actually loved Tess.
No way would she wrote a note so harsh, so… cold.
‘Alright… Here is what we are going to do… I was
considering your ‘meeting at the
restaurant’ nothing but a prank, maybe from Ebby or maybe even from Tess
(she does that, very rarely but still she does). However, this message… Maggie,
are you hungry?’
‘A little…?’ – answered the girl in the middle of the
trio of ‘burglars’.
‘Joelle, take her to the kitchen and make sure that
she is satisfied. Liv will send one of her girls, Madelyn, who is a skilled
sketch artist to get a ‘portrait’ of this woman you have met, Maggie.
Afterwards, Hélène will take you to one of the cells below…’
‘WHY????!!!!’
Kathleen gently held the young girl’s face with both
hands.
‘I am NOT punishing you for being a telltale, I am
protecting you. The cells are much harder to be reached than any of my
guestrooms… I know that the cots are… what they are, but it’s only for tonight
and for your protection… Hélène?’
‘Madame?’
‘Give her everything you gave to Fredericka ‘Freddie’
Hamon, will you?’
The black woman nodded while suppressing a smile.
‘Liv, assemble a team and go check on Tess’ house…’
ONE HOUR AND FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER
‘Surprise…!’ – shouted Joelle as she removed the
blindfold.
Maggie blinked for a moment, and then she couldn’t
believe her eyes.
She was in one of the guestrooms? With Joelle and Liv?
It all had been so unreal…
At first she had enjoyed some yogurt and slices of
papaya as she described the mysterious woman to Madelyn. The girl was very
talented and did a quick but good job with what little she had seen (and
remembered) of that woman.
Next, her dental hygiene, one of her roommates showed
up with her toothbrush, and off she and Hélène went to the cells, after Hélène
heard the ‘protest’ that Hayden and Lee had organized against her detention.
There was nothing that they could actually do about it, and if Ms. Talbot had
said that it was for Maggie’s own good (and on the sly to teach her to keep her
mouth shut), then it was for Maggie’s own good!!!!
As soon as they reached the bottom level of the whole
complex (why wasn’t it called ‘The Dungeons’?), they went to a small cell
detached from the others (who were all unoccupied) with only a cot with a bare
mattress inside it, there Hélène told her to strip (albeit there wasn’t any
pajama anywhere) and she did it, neatly folding her black jeans trousers and
white T-shirt before she handed them to Bonnie (one of the guards of that part
of the estate, or dungeoneers as they
were called).
And then Hélène and Wallace (the other ‘dungeoneer’)
jumped on her.
She tried to protest but a big piece of cloth was
carefully shoved inside her mouth, and Wallace took her time wrapping medical
bandage around her head, over her mouth and eyes, while Hélène proceeded to tie
her arms and her legs, at first with simple stuff.
Then (after Wallace was done) they split it among
them, Wallace took care of her legs while Hélène put her hands in a reverse
prayer (with LOTS of rope over her arms!).
‘Don’t panic! We mean you no harm! Consider the next
twenty minutes (or less) your punishment for not obeying me when I say ‘be
quiet!’…’ – said Hélène as soon as she heard Maggie switching from muffled
screams for help to a soft cry (or plead).
After they were done… they weren’t! She was carefully
placed on the cot and then tautly hogtied by Hélène, albeit she felt fine all
along, who then whispered ‘God night’ in her right ear, and she was left alone
inside the cell.
Not five minutes passed and then she felt the whole
cell… rotate to her right?
‘Wow! Hélène did a great job, didn’t she?’
It was Joelle’s voice. But it wasn’t Joelle’s hands
who grabbed her, lifting her body from the cot… Hey, where had the wall beside
the cot went to? She was placed kneeling on a… trolley and wheeled to an
elevator, who went ‘up’. Next the trolley was wheeled around until it stopped,
and two pairs of hands grabbed her and took her to the bed where she now lay on
her belly. Kneeling on the bed right in front of her was Joelle, and standing
at her right was Liv, still wearing her suit. Joelle on the other hand…
‘Still scared?’ – Joelle taunted her as she removed
the soggy mass from inside her mouth. Maggie shot darts at her while Liv held a
glass of juice to her lips. Then, after she drank it all, she was looking at
the taller (and kneeling) woman with different eyes.
‘You are… magnificent!!!!’
And indeed she was. Well, like Marilyn Monroe, Joelle
would look sexy even wearing a sack of potatoes, but with a specially designed
(to highlight and enhance her curves) set of white and beige bra and panties
that was both classy and spicy?
‘Aren’t you a straight
girl like me?’ – Joelle asked as soon as she stopped blushing.
It was Maggie’s turn to blush, and then she lowered
her eyes.
‘Thank you. Coming from such a beautiful girl like you
means a lot…’ – Joelle said as she lifted Maggie’s head up with the tip of her
fingers on the younger girl’s chin.
‘Ahem?’ – came Kathleen’s voice, from a hidden speaker
on the bed’s tester, right above Maggie’s head? – ‘Girls, as much as I would
love to see Joelle hugging you Maggie, I have no time for that. Maggie, can you
keep handling this reverse prayer?’
‘Uh… Yes?’
‘Just for your information, Freddie Hamon is now a
doctor in Koln. Seven years ago she worked here and saved my life and, when I
asked her what would she like to get as a reward, she said ‘A month as Hélène’s
NCF prisoner…’. She had a huge crush in our favorite Haitian gal… and was in heaven for a whole month! Now
girl, I know that you would love a similar experience… But, believe me, if you
tell to ANYONE about the secret of that cell… It will take more than a month to
let you go…’
‘Madam! Of course I won’t tell anyone! I’ve learned my
lesson!!!!’
‘Good. Joelle, gag Maggie and then gag yourself while
Liv truss your legs. Now, girls!’
And Joelle lifted her butt from her ankles, resting
solely on her knees as she grabbed a roll of tape as tore a few strips, which
she placed by her left, before she forced a folded hankie inside Maggie’s
mouth. Next she wrapped the tape around her head half a dozen times, then she
put a folded pair of panties inside her mouth and smothered strip after strip
of tape over her lips in a crisscrossed fashion.
By then Liv had tied Joelle’s ankles crossed and also
tied her legs right above the knees, next she made Joelle’s body lower itself
(so her crossed feet touched the mattress) and tied a rope around her waist and
connected it to her ankles.
Liv’s speed was almost mesmerizing to Maggie as she
worked on Joelle’s arms and torso, leaving the (current) second in command at
the estate in a taut ball tie fashion.
‘Girls, I’ll be back, hopefully, in about twenty
minutes. Until then…’
She kissed each gagged girl’s left cheek, then turned
the TV on in a basketball game and waved them goodbye. But as soon as she left
the sound went off, and Kathleen’s face appeared in a window on the middle of
the screen.
‘Don’t make such a face, Maggie, there is a reason as
to why Tess chose all of you to be her ‘Monthly Burglar’, right? And the reason
is that you all, even Liv, like to be put in such a distressing situation,
don’t you? (…) Don’t you?’
And Maggie conceded and nodded. Yes, more than for the
couple of grands, the fact that Tess was a skilled rigger was the main reason
why she longed for their monthly meetings. The burglar surprised by her victim
as she was about to finish ‘looting’ her place, and who spent two to four hours
in tighter bondage after tight bondage until ‘the cops were called’ (Tess
called a night and made them a great dinner)…
How she loved those hours!
‘I hope Hélène wasn’t too hard on you, the idea was to
teach you a slightly scaring lesion about following orders, but sometimes she
gets carried aw…’
Maggie was shaking her head vigorously now.
‘She scared you, but more like a big prank than a
trauma thingie?’
Maggie nodded.
‘Alright. We still don’t know what this is all about…
In the highly unlikely situation that the mysterious lady confounded you with
another of the girls who work here, which means that we have a rat among us,
this rat thinks that you are in a cell at the bottom of this estate, and after
a series of unfortunate events, she would have to have some serious super-
ninja powers to manage to get where you are undetected and even more to meet
you. It might be ‘just’ one of my ‘guest’-rooms, but its security is equal to
the one in my private bedroom. But it’s probably something related to Tess. By morning,
I either will have all the details or, hopefully, will have dealt with it.
Moreover, more importantly, I will know what exactly I will be able to share
with you Maggie… Until then, I should warn you (and Joelle can confirm) that
Liv is into… tickling…’
Oh ****!!!!
With a gagged version of a ‘Yup, brace yourself’ look
in her face, Joelle nodded to Maggie’s mute question. Both girls sighed heavily
and decided to watch the game…
None of them cheered for any of the teams, but one of
them was Joelle’s biggest rival, so in a matter of minutes, each girl was
muffledly rooting for a side…
THIRTY-FIVE MINUTES EARLIER
‘Tess?’
‘Kath? Is that you?’
‘Yes, Tess, it’s me… They are my employees.’
Tess thought for a moment.
‘(…) How many hours the first girl who worked for you
(at the time) took to free herself from the very first knots I made on
someone’s limbs after I left the girls scouts?’
‘Ramona didn’t take more than three minutes to free
herself after that sloppy job…’
‘Oh… God… It’s really you!!!’
And the woman’s face on the screen started to cry. She
almost gave her strike team the order to turn the lights on, but what if
somebody was watching them? Somebody (who would get quite the raise for
that) gave the widow a hankie, and after a while…
‘So it worked?’
‘Such a rude and cold note? Addressed to my
codename in the early days of our peculiar relationship? It was fairly obvious
that you were asking for help… What’s up?’
‘My daughter-in-law… Kendrick’s wife, Suellen, ‘Su’?
She broke into here… she said she did it last week. She found the stash where I
kept the pictures, all of them(!), since the very first one!, and stole them
all. She has it all, and has already recognized about seven or eight of the
girls. She is threatening me AND them…’
‘Unless you do what?’
‘It’s that stupid lot of land that Milo inherited from
a great-uncle of his in Oregon.’
‘What about it?’
‘I don’t know, it’s just like half a block in the
middle of downtown in one of the towns there. It’s not worth much, there’s no
great development project (in Oregon?)
that could make it worth a lot in such a short time… But both my sons are
fighting each other for it! Somebody is offering twice its value to buy it and
Cameron wants to go there and see why such an offer, while Ken wants to sell it
right away. Each one has 45% of the land while I have the casting vote with my
10%... and she wants me to sign a bill of sale first thing in the morning! Or
she will destroy Leigh’s political career!!! Not to mention…’
‘…Rose’s, Phoebe’s, Marylou’s and Rick’s career…’
‘Rick???’
‘Clara’s husband, he has a junior position in a law
firm… And those are the ones that have public names that could get sullied by
busybodies if those pictures went public.’
‘Oh… Kath.. PLEASE!!!!’
‘Theresa Ann Moolins! Don’t you f*****g dare to ask me
to help you!!!! Of course I will do it you… YOU…!!!!’ – The sight of hope
coming back to the (alas just slightly) younger woman’s face on the screen was
enough to calm her down – ‘Don’t… don’t worry about a thing, ok Tess? I have my
best people handling the situation but, in order to avoid any trouble for you…
Well, they will have to tie you up.’
‘What?’
‘You are about to be burgled, for real, while doing your monthly ‘maintenance visit’ to your
brother’s home. The masked guy or gal, your pick, that trussed you up took a
lot of things with him… Don’t worry, they will be guarded in one of my vaults
from now on. But he or she failed to see
that you had hid a phone under the pillows, you waited to be sure that he was
gone, grabbed the phone and called ‘9-1-1’… Will you do it?’
‘If you’re telling me to… well, of course! But, why?’
‘Plausible deniability. It’s legalese for ‘what you
don’t know can’t be used against you’. You will be taken to a hospital, you
will give a statement to the cops… you will be a victim of a crime, NOT the
reason or a participant in whatever that I’ll have to do to get your pictures back,
my dear. And, starting next month, your monthly troubles/revenge with/against
sexy burglars will take place here in my estate, is that clear?’
Tess nodded, and her team of specialists proceeded
with the not-so-impromptu plan.
Meanwhile, Kathleen Talbot looked at the screen once
more, and pushed play.
A woman with her face hid by shadows (but who, thanks
to the most modern softwares available in the market and some social media
digging, had already been identified as Angelyne Trask, Suellen’s little sister,
the same woman that had met Maggie at the restaurant earlier) threatened Maggie
with having ‘the following pictures’ sent to her family, or to her family’s
friends and acquaintances, before a series of twenty pictures of Maggie, ‘the
Poor Burglar in Distress’, ended the short video.
While photography had always been Tess’ passion and
glory, if her husband wasn’t a caveman who knows where her talent could have
taken her?, the well done series of ultra-tight bondage brought a smile (then a
huge grin) to her lips…
The night when George Bush (the father) became the 41st,
back in 1988…
Milo Moolins was in Washington DC, her kids were with
her mother, and Tess Moolins got drunk enough to get the amount of courage to
talk with ‘the Notorious Kathleen Talbot’! The next morning, she awoke with the
mother of all headaches, and after some teasing and cajoling from her girls’
part, she showed to Kathleen, and Ramona and Irma and Valentina, how poor were
her ‘knotting skills’… A lot of
secret lessons later, she had become quite good… quite good indeed. If she…
dared to make some copies… to make ONE copy of ONE picture alone, which one
from which model would she chose?
The way Maggie’s long legs, large breasts and lovely
hands were entrapped, tied and restrained… Just to choose ONE from that lot of
twenty would be maddening!
She nodded to Liv who nodded to… one of the newbies,
Felicity? Nope, Prudence!
Liv nodded to Prue and the image in the large screen
switched to the ones of her two team leaders. Small windows at the bottom
showed Tess being taped up and… were those two actually rooting for opposite
teams in that game?
‘Just to be on the safe side… Team A will stand by
while Team B strikes. I want things done with swiftness and total precision.
Truss that little c**t as hard as she can get, but do not wake up the little
girl. Is that clear?’
‘Affirmative!!!’
FORTY MINUTES LATER
‘We mean no harm to you, and especially to your
daughter…so stop it!’
But she didn’t stop. Both the man and the woman of the
couple holding her was more than enough to handle, alone, four or five of her
at the same time. And still she bucked and twisted as more and more rope was
applied to her body.
‘Stop her, now.’ – came the order through their
comlinks.
And another pair of agents immediately jumped on
Angelyne.
One minute later she was practically mummified over
her own bed.
‘Had enough?’
And the woman wrapped in rope and strips of her bed
sheet flipped the bird at them!
‘Knob her fingers while the others search the pla…
What?’
The leader of her attackers seemed to hearing
something.
‘So that’s why? Ok, I’ll say it to her…’
And the big masked man with a ridiculous goatee knelt
by the bed and…
‘We are NOT here to take your daughter with us, we
will NOT harm her in any way and we will NOT put her in any danger. And your
ex-husband is NOT the one paying us!’
The way she stopped fighting them back, and her
expressive eyes (even in the dark) got really big, was almost funny. But they
were professionals and had a job to do.
Now only one of them was needed to handle her, another
checked her notebook, tablet and computer while the others tore the place
apart.
They found nothing but a receipt of five safe deposit
boxes at the train station. Team A was told to drug both Ken and Suellen, and
then comb their house.
They found nothing.
The next morning seven years old Lana Trask found her
mother ‘odd’ when she woke up. A
weird couple of friends of her, of whom she had never heard of, were visiting
them (‘At such an early hour?’ she asked her mom) and while the man was funny (he did look like Wolverine’s BIG
brother) the woman was ‘creepy’ in a curious way...
But she went to school as usual and, as soon as the
bus made a turn at the end of the street, the couple (plus two others who were
hiding in the basement) tied Angelyne to a chair in the kitchen and waited for
about an hour.
A message came from the train station, they had found
‘them’, and two of the agents left the house right away. The couple then tied a
stripped to her undies Angelyne hand and foot over her own bed, gagging her
with a towel, and left the house.
It took twenty or so minutes for Angelyne to free
herself, and she found the pile of Ben Franklins inside an empty drawer in
Lana’s room, as they had promised her.
She did not warn her sister about the ‘counter-theft’
of whatever Suellen had stolen from whoever was her victim… She had promised
her less than a quarter of what those masked creeps, who had been very
respectful to her and her daughter, had left to her.
ONE WEEK LATER
‘You dumb, stupid, totally moronic… IDIOT!!!!’
No one had ever seen somebody threw those words, or
any of such words, to Kathleen inside her own estate, anywhere inside it, until
that moment. Sure, she and her friends traded playful insults during ‘The
Games’, or any ‘competition’ that happened inside those walls or around the
estate. But Tess was serious and Kathleen was stupefied…
‘How the **** do you dare to ask me that after what
you did to me?’
The maids and the guards and the ‘nieces’… save for
Maggie Magdala and Hélène, they were all thunderstruck. And then Tess grabbed
the medium sized trunk box Kathleen had given to her just a couple of minutes
earlier, and shoved it in Kathleen’s arms!
Kathleen fell back to her chair with that thing in her
arms in such a ridiculous fashion…
‘OF COURSE YOU CAN MAKE COPIES!!!! You want to make
copies of all the pictures? Go ahead!!!! You earned that right!!!! YOU STUPID…
Ooooohh!!!!’
And Tess spun around and stormed into the big manor
behind them.
‘Madame?’
‘Hélène, dear, could you please lift this thing off of
me?’
Immediately three scantily bikini clad girls grabbed
the trunk and lifted it, and handled it to the Haitian giantess who thanked
them. More girls came closer but, after a while, Kathleen Talbot almost
screamed for them to shut up, and then she turned to Joelle.
‘Have all the pictures scanned before dinner, I don’t
care how many scanners you have to borrow or even buy, but I want them all
scanned in the maximum resolution possible (without any of your usual
exaggerations my dear) before nightfall…’
Joelle nodded and, followed by Hélène, returned to the
manor through a different door, straight to the scanners that had been brought
from the city the night before.
Kathleen then perused the crowd of women in front of
her…
‘Girls, please raise your hand whom among you is a
good, if not great, photographer.’
Four girls raised their hands. Jessie, Maggie
Margaret, Octavia and Summer…
Respectively a tall blonde Iowan, a Harlem born bald
black girl, an exquisite ‘mignon’ beauty from Boston and another tall blonde
girl (from Illinois)… quite a group.
‘All right you four and you Maggie Mag… Magdala! I
want you to go back inside the house and find wherever my really mad-at-me
longtime friend went to throw curses at me, wherever it is go there, and I want
you to calm her down, to cajole her and to make a proposition to her. Jessie
and Octavia, find the tiniest bikini among your own private collections and put
it on before you join the other three. Let me make this clear, she is not a
lesbian like me, but she is a great rigger and an even better photographer… who
only have a pair of very lame pictures of her as the victim of the infamous
burglar…’
It took a moment to Maggie to realize that Kathleen
was giving her an opening.
‘Hmmm… The Black Kitty?’
Kathleen almost ordered the other laughing girls to
immediately grab and throw Maggie inside the pool because of that. As the
lighters subsided…
‘That’s how she calls me! The Notorious Black Kitty!!! And Joelle’s nickname was…’
‘Joelle???’ – asked all the women around Maggie,
marveled with the revelation.
‘You were saying? What was Joelle’s name in Tess’
fantasies?’
‘The Wild Paw…’ – answered Maggie, prompting another
round of laughs…
‘Sigh, she was never good with names… Rose and Dawn,
go to one of the deposits and find them catburglar’ stuff. Plus kitty masks and
gloves, whips and the likes and, of course, enough material to bind them all…
thrice! Which is exactly what is going to happen in a couple of hours anyway.
Also, find some supercop stuff for
Tess as well…’
Margaret and Summer were having second ideas by the
way they were looking at each other. But Maggie was suddenly by her side,
facing them all, and…
‘Girls… in the case you haven’t realized it yet, in
spite of she being a proud Republican, Tess Moolins is a longtime friend of the
boss, make it a three decades long friend, give or take a couple of years. In
all this time, Tess had truss up many girls that works or worked for the boss
in her burglar fantasies. She likes to be tied up and she LOVES to tie up
girls. I am but the latest in a long
line of girls whom she respects, cares for and tie as tightly as you ever were
or will be trussed up in your lifetimes!!! She’s that good…’
‘Okay… Fine… But… can I pick my own… super-catburglar name?’ – asked Summer.
‘Good luck with that!’ – said Maggie before she
grinned.
Now the girls were hooked. Those who had submissive
sides, those who liked to learn new ways to restrain their ‘regular
victims’/lovers, those just curious… the little ‘play’ she and Tess and Maggie
had rehearsed the night before had worked as planned.
‘The Supercoplady versus the Five Kittens’ was still a
bad name though…
But it was Tess’s multi-girls bondage fantasies coming
to reality, and given the mess that the past week had been for her, she was
needing a break…
The upcoming divorce of Kendrick Moolins, the mystery
concerning the huge lot of land (definitely not a half-a-block inside some
town!) that partially belonged to her…
A weekend fulfilling every single fantasy that it was
possible in such a small amount of time, with copies of the pictures to her own
collection…
What was that? A security guard, Jonesy?, was handing
her a phone
‘Madam?’
‘Yes Liv?’
‘We have a problem…’
‘Yes, what it is?’
FOUR HOURS LATER
‘...and that sums it up. The forged documents, and how
they were put in their current place, it’s more than just a professional job.
The quality, and finesse, of the job
prevents me from saying that she is just another Bella Schultz or Ricki
Arroyos… She definitely is not a teenage girl running from an abusive, or
way more than that, upbringing and creating a new identity, based on a poor
child who lived but just a few hours if that in some backwater town lost
somewhere in the middle of our great country…’
‘Put them back in the screen, please…’
The image in the monstrous screen switched back to the
dance saloon, where Tess was giving a (barely rehearsed) workshop on her
bondage techniques (‘Her
techniques’!), using Maggie as her model, to an audience of twenty-two very
interested women.
She had to admit to herself that it was quite
surprising the way she had half piled/half suspended the six girls (Rose,
dressed as a ‘hot’ bad cop, joined
the catburglars’ in their fall) on that corner of the saloon at the end of her
largely appreciated (by the audience and Kathleen) ‘Super-Cop’ fantasy, but why
do she still had to be wearing it?
She looked ridiculous! Basically the uniform of a less
known movie-serial hero adapted to a woman’s body, without those rockets
on the sleeves. What was his name again?
Commando Cody?
Something like that… and she was in her sixties!
Maggie was wearing but a bikini bottom as a masked
Tess kept wrapping rope over her arms and legs, and ‘against’ the ropes already
there. And it was her ballgagged face
who dominated the screen now. The fact that Tess had made a ponytail with
Maggie’s hair, and then used it to anchor her head backwards by tying it to
that Gordian knot between Maggie’s shoulder blades, was helping the camera
aimed at her.
‘Should we wait for the night to come or…?’
‘No, and you won’t have her sent to do some shore
somewhere isolated in the estate so a group of your agents can ambush her.
Leave her be…’ – The look in Liv’s face… It was better for her to explain a few
things… – ‘Girls? Please leave us be… If anyone asks, tell them that, on a
whim, I told Liv to reenact this superb tie-up that Tess placed on Maggie
Magdala, so Carole and Franciska are to be sent to here… is that clear?’
The girls nodded and left.
‘Why should we NOT have this ‘Maggie’, whoever she is,
interrogated by the hour?’
‘Because you told me, this identity created for her is
way too good to be simple stuff like a runaway starting over or an industrial
spy. She is something else…’
‘Who could very much endanger everybody at the estate or
elsewhere in your life!’
‘I doubt it, but to be on the safe side have the techs
to program the computers to monitor her 24/7, if she does anything other than
what she’s told to, or any unusual physiologic need, and I want to be warned.
Leave her be, as you know she is not against being jumped on by scantily clad
girls and overly restrained all of a sudden…’
‘But…!!!!’
‘Which is exactly what you will make happen when I
tell you to… ‘Girls? The boss wants to see all the maids by the
pool getting assaulted by bikini clad burglars…’, a quick distribution of
masks and gloves, those who don’t get any will fall victim of the bikini burglars as well, and rolls of
tape and coils of rope… and twenty minutes later she’s inside an interrogation
room. (…) After you do your
job, as best as you are able to with whatever expense you’ll need promptly
covered by me, that’s what will happen…’
‘And what job is that?’
‘Find as much as you can about the lovely girl on the
screen’s early life. DNA tests? Check the immigration files of that year, the
ones immediately before and after too? Do whatever you want to, you have my
authorization and full support. We know that the real Magdala Hallerson did not
live more than a day, and that this girl didn’t have her current identity
before she was eleven years old… So who was she, and from where she came before
she was eleven? Is she a Russian spy, a British one or one of our own?’
‘Carte blanche?’
– asked a more relaxed Liv.
‘And a timetable, you have six months to find as much
as you can about her childhood.’
At that moment there was a knock at the door, and a
statuesque maid and a bikini clad buxom girl entered the room carrying big
paper bags in both hands as they laughed at some joke, and then they both
gawked at what they saw on the screen…
‘Beautiful, isn’t? Tess is a skilled bondage rigger,
and I am recording her workshop as well, but I really would like to see Liv
here showing if she can or not mimics Tess’…’
‘Of course I can! Fran, get down to your panties, now!
Carole, remove your top! And… which one
would like to go first?’ – Liv asked teasingly as she grabbed the four bags
from their hands. Carole and Fran played rock-paper-scissor, Fran won and
hummed happily, as she started to remove her clothes, while Carole huffed and
pouted.
While, on the screen, the girls examined Maggie’s bonds and let Tess untie her
and give her a (quick) respite, Liv told Fran to lie on her belly on a desk and
went to work…
The end