The Plumbers
Return
“We have
completed an internal audit, and narrowed the source to one of four
women.” The grey haired man looked
across the table as his visitor opened the file, and looked at the four photos
inside.
“Interesting
– you wish us to establish which of these ladies is the source and then?”
“I know the
remit of your team – you identify the source, and that is all. Let us have the details, and we will arrange
the ending from there.”
The visitor
nodded, and said “we will ensure it looks like home invasions or robberies for
all four, so that everyone is protected except the source. We guarantee results.”
“Excellent –
you have forty eight hours…”
“then we had
best be on our way…”
Milan
7 am
Bringing her
small car to a halt, Maria turned the engine off and gracefully got out. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders,
the large white, gold and black Hermes scarf wrapped loosely round the neck of
her tight chocolate brown jumper. The
knee length leopard print skirt had a lack belt fastened round her waist, her
legs in a pair of long brown fabric boots.
She locked the
car and walked across the road, looking forward to a day of design in her
fashion studio. It would be at least two
hours before anyone else arrived – plenty of time to focus on her new designs
for the latest client. Why they had chosen
her for the security uniform design, she had no idea, but it was a challenge…
Walking into
the hallway and up the door, she fished a set of keys out of her handbag,
unlocked the door of her studio, and walked in, closing the door behind her –
and then gasping into the leather glove that covered the hand that covered her
mouth.
A man stood in
front of her, smartly dressed in a suite, white shirt and tie, but with a
stocking pulled down over his head and a gun in one of his gloved hands.
“Vedo che il
puma è caduto nella nostra trappola - non urlerai, vero?”
Maria looked at
him, and then slowly shook her head from side to side.
“Grazie, il mio
amico sta cercando di togliergli la mano e voglio che tu apra la bocca il più
possibile.”
She nodded
slowly as the gloved hand was taken away, and slowly opened her mouth – only to
gag as whoever was behind her pulled the scarf up from round her neck and
brought it back between her teeth, pulling the corners of her mouth back as he
loosened and retied the ends at the base of her neck.
The man smiled
as he pulled away from the desk an armchair, and placed it in the centre of the
room.
“Siediti, le
braccia sugli appoggi, i palmi rivolti verso il basso e non muoverti.”
Maria nodded as
she sat down, not sure what was happening as she placed her arms on the
armrests, palm down. She could see the
second man now, dressed in the same way, as he tore the end free of a roll of
duct tape and knelt by her side, using the tape to secure her wrist to the
armrest.
As he did this,
the other man opened her laptop at her desk, and then looked at Maria as she
felt the tape being taken up her arm, covering it and the armrest.
“Ti chiederei
la password, ma non puoi rispondere. Penso di poter fare un'ipotesi plausibile,
comunque.”
“Nnlindhferemi”
Maria mumbled, but the man just smiled as his partner walked round and began to
secure her free arm to the chair. He then typed on the screen, Maria’s eyes
opening wide as she saw her desktop, and he started to search her files.
Her binder then
knelt down and took her left ankle to the chair of the leg, using the tape to
secure the two together as the band compressed down on the brown fabric. He
then bound her right ankle into place as she watched the way he was checking
files.
“Sei certamente
un designer di talento, potrei anche acquistarne uno per mia moglie.” He smiled as he looked over, the second man
wrapping the tape round her stomach and the chair back. She squirmed round, unable to move as her
binder walked over to her safe and attached a small device to the front.
Maria watched
as the combination to the safe appeared on the device, and he punched it into
the keypad, opening the safe and starting to empty the contents into a canvas
bag. His partner then plugged a USB
stick into the laptop, copying certain things over before he looked at Maria,
the back of his gloved hand on her cheek.
“Abbiamo quello
per cui siamo venuti: qualcuno ti troverà abbastanza presto,” he said with a
smile as his partner came over. They
both left the office, as Maria began to struggle violently, trying to dislodge
the tape round her arms and body as she screamed. She could feel her scarf getting damp in her
mouth, weighing her tongue down, and prayed someone would come early…
“Well?”
“We have all
her communications with the client – an initial scan found nothing of note, but
the contents of her safe will offset some of our costs.”
“Excellent –
transmit all information to central office.
Proceed to the airport – your flight to London is in two hours. Further instructions will follow…”
Noon
Munich
Helga let
herself into her apartment, smiling as she slipped off her white leather jacket
and left it on the back of a chair. The
older woman had blonde hair pulled back from her forehead, and was wearing a black
bustier top and a white leather miniskirt, thigh high black leather boots over
her legs.
The knock on
her door made her smile as she walked over and opened it, looking at the man
who was standing there. He had short
grey hair and a greying beard, and was wearing a black leather jacket over a
jumper and jeans.
“Guten Tag,
du bist Helga?”
“Ich bin –
Sie haben eine Art Identifikation
?”
The man nodded
as he showed her an identity card, Helga taking it and looking carefully before
she nodded. “Bitte komm herein,” she said as she allowed the man to
enter her apartment. “Ich habe
die Details Ihrer Buchung – Sie müssen diese Pressemitteilung nur
unterschreiben.”
She indicated
the paper on a table, the man looking at it and nodding before he signed it,
and then removed his jacket. Helga
nodded as she lifted a box onto the table and opened it, before she said “wo möchtest
du anfangen?”
“Hands behind
your back,” the man said in an English accent.
“Ah – you
prefer me to speak English?”
“While you can
– hands behind your back.”
Helga did as he
asked, sighing as he took a length of white rope from the box and walked behind
her. “Silk rope – I approve,” he said as
he felt the constriction as her wrists were bound together.
“I use the best
– and you are good, you know what you are doing,” she said as she looked over
her shoulder.
“I am experienced
– you?”
“I am
professional,” Helga said quietly as the man took a longer length of rope from
the box, doubled it over and then wrapped it round her waist, before he took it
round her upper arms and chest. He
continued in this way for some time, Helga smiling as the bands pressed her
arms against her body, and on her chest.
She felt him take it under her arm, and then pull it up and around the
back of her neck, before doing the same on her other side and securing the ends
behind her back.
“hmmm – you
like to tie up women?”
“I do – do you
like to be tied up?”
“When someone
knows what they are doing,” Helga whispered as the man took another length of
rope, and passed it round the two bands that framed her chest, pulling them
together between her breasts, “and I can see you know what you are doing…”
He smiled as he
let the rope drop to the floor, Helga closing her eyes and sighing as he
reached between her legs and pulled it back, the rope forcing her skirt up as
it rubbed on her while he secured it
behind her.
“Oh now that is
good…”
“Good – lie
down, and I will make it even better.”
Helga nodded as
she lay face down on the floor, looking back as the man crossed and secured her
ankles together with more rope, then her legs below her knees, the rope rubbing
on the leather and making her smile as well.
“Are you going
to do what I think you are going to do?”
“I am,” he
whispered into her ear as he pulled her ankles back, looping more rope between
them before he tied the other end to the crotch rope, Helga nodding as she
moved her legs to and fro.
“Oh that is
good – I can make a lot of noise you know?”
“I know,” the
man said as he looked in the bag, and took out a leather panel gag, “so I must
stop you. Open wide.”
Helga nodded as
she allowed him to put the red rubber bung into her mouth, and closed her teeth
over it as he strapped the leather panel over her mouth.
“One more
thing.”
“Whtsthttth?”
“thank you for letting
me rob you.”
Helga’s eyes
opened wide as he slipped the blindfold over them, and then she started to
struggle as he searched her apartment, and then examined her laptop,
downloading several records before he made his way out - but not before watching
as Helga’s body started to shake and she screamed into her gag.
“You have
the records?”
“We do- most
interesting, especially her contacts within the firm. Return to headquarters – good job…”
Paris
3 pm
She was working
in her kitchen, cooking for herself – something she did all too often,
now. Why that bastard had to do what he
did…
Her tunic dress
was short, black with a white print like a cityscape, barely covering her
crotch. A black shrug over her arms and
shoulders. Her red hair was cut short,
small pearls hanging from her ears, while a black and grey silk rectangle was
tied loosely round her neck. The outfit
was completed by her hose and black over the knee suede boots.
And again, she
was cooking for one, but one was enough to distract her from the work she was
meant to be doing. Placing the casserole
into the oven, she stood and smiled – and then stood stock still as she felt
the pressure against her back.
“My apologies,
Madame,” a male voice whispered into her ear, “but I require you to do exactly
what I ask you to do. Nod if you
understand.”
As she slowly
nodded, the voice whispered “Is your name Marie?”
“Yes…”
“How
distasteful on his part – to leave you for someone with a similar name, and
still to have his fun on the side.”
Marie swallowed
before she said “I know who you’re talking about – I had nothing to do, and
want nothing to do, with his business.”
“the question
is, Marie, do you want to ruin him?”
She turned
round to see a fair haired man standing behind her, a gun in his gloved hand
pointing towards her. “I detest what he
does, and I want nothing to do with him,” she said quietly, “but I have no
desire to be the one who brings him down.
I just want to forget him.”
The man slowly
nodded, and said “I believe you, but my employer has been engaged to make
sure. I need you to take the scarf from
around your neck, and gag yourself.”
“Why?”
“this is a
robbery, Marie, nothing more – on that, you have my word. It will allow me to confirm what you have
said.”
Marie looked at
him, and then unwound the scarf from her neck, opening her mouth wide as she
pulled it between her lips and teeth and wrapped it round twice. She then secured the ends together at the base
of her neck, as tightly as she could, before she looked at the man.
“Thank you – I
will make this as comfortable and pleasurable an experience as I can for you,”
he said as he stood to the side. “Go
into your bedroom, and kneel by the bed, hands behind your back.”
“Fhknnuh,”
Marie mumbled as she watched him turn the oven down, and then she walked into
the bedroom, seeing the canvas bag on the bed as she knelt down. The man put the gun on the bed and retrieved
two lengths of rope from the bag, kneeling behind Marie as he doubled on length
over, and then wrapped it round her arms at her elbows, forcing them to touch
as the rope went around and between her arms.
He then secured
her wrists together in the same way, her fingers wriggling helplessly before he
selected a longer length of rope, and made sure her arms were fixed against her
upper body, her dress stretched over her breasts as he did so.
“He hurt you
badly – not physically, but in other ways, true?”
Marie nodded, a
tear running down her cheek as he tied the ropes of behind her. “Do not cry,” he said as he helped her to sit
on the bed, and then took more ropes out, crossing her ankles and binding them
as Marie saw the white rope sink into the soft black fabric. He was skilled, as she realized she was
staying there for some time.
“Whtwhhuhdh?”
“Finish
ensuring you cannot raise the alarm,” the man said as he took yet more rope,
and secured Marie’s legs together below her knees, cinching that band as he had
the others. “Make you comfortable, and
then I will take some of your things – and check your records. I believe you, but I need evidence
Marie nodded as
he tied the rope off, and helped her to li eon her side, before he pulled her
ankles back and secured them to her chest ropes. “Allow me to make this easy for you,” he then
said as he opened a drawer, and took out a jewellery box. “I will only take what he bought for you –
nod if he did, shake your head of he did not.
Acceptable?”
She thought for
a moment, then nodded as he opened the box, and piece by piece showed them to
her. When he had emptied all the boxes,
he said “I will return presently” and
left her on the bed. Marie did not
struggle – she knew she could not escape, as her scarf grew wetter and heavier
in her mouth, and she would get some form of revenge on him.
When he
returned, he said “I found something – to distract you until I arrange for
someone to find you?”
“Whht?”
The man smiled
as he held up a white lozenge, Marie nodding as he slipped it under her
panties, the pleasure beginning as she heard the vibrations and closed her
eyes…
“So she is
not the one?”
“No sir –
have the other teams reported?”
“They have –
and they have eliminated their targets.
I will deal with the final one personally…”
London
7 pm
“Good evening –
can I help you?”
“I hope you
can,” the tall, bearded man said as he stood in the doorway, and looked at the
middle aged woman. Long bleached blonde
hair, a tight black dress made from a sheer material so that her black bra was
visible, dark hose, black over the knee fabric boots. “Would you be Alice Branning?”
“I would – and
you are?” Alice was also appraising the
man – business dress, highly polished shoes, smiling and carrying a
briefcase.
“Claude Monet –
I represent the firm of Monet, Descartes and Renoir in Paris.” He handed her a business card as he said “I
have been asked to contact you with regards to an inheritance.”
“an
inheritance? Well, you had best come
in,” Alice said as she stood to the side, the man walking in as she closed the
door, and showed him into the front room.
“Can I offer
you some tea?”
“thank you,
yes,” Claude said aa he sat down, opening his suitcase as Alice made her way to
the kitchen. One thought was in her mind.
Who had left
her an inheritance?
A few minutes
later, she returned with a tray, putting it down and pouring the tea into two cups
as she said “so, who has left me an inheritance?”
Claude took out
of his case an envelope, and said “well…” as the telephone rang.
“Excuse me,”
she said as she went into the hallway, Claude nodding as he listened to half of
the conversation. When she came back, he
was sipping his tea, so she sat and took
a drink from her cup before she said “so, as you were saying…”
“Of course –
the inheritance has arisen because of the death of a relative of yours?”
“Oh – who?”
“Alexei
Bronov.”
Alice stared at
Claude, before taking another sip of her tea and putting the cup down.
“I’m sorry -
who?”
“Alexei Boronov
– your brother, Alexie Boronova.”
Alice stared at
Claude before she blinked.
And blinked
again.
“Actually,”
Claude said as she felt her eyelids growing heavier, “he is very much alive,
and was wondering who had leaked information about his operations to the
authorities. He engaged the services of
my firm to find the source – we visited his lover, his – courtesan – and his
former wife, and eliminated them from our enquiries.”
“You… You’re not a lawyer… What…
Wh…”
“I’m a
Plumber,” Claude said as he watched Alice slip into unconsciousness, before he
stood and walked over, laying her on her back and crossing her wrists on her
lap before he returned to his suitcase, and took out a large roll of silver
tape.
“Whhh…Whtthphhnndd…. HHNNNHHH!”
As Alice woke
up, she found herself unable to talk – or to move, as she glanced down and saw
the silver sheath that covered her body from toe to neck.
No – above the
neck, as she realised what was tugging on the skin around her mouth.
“My own
sister?”
She looked to
the side and saw Claude with another man – one she recognised, as he looked at
the tablet.
“You have
performed the job admirably,” the second man said as he looked at Alice, “and the
evidence is overwhelming. Your
reputation is well earned – although I think I may have to arrange apologies to
the others.”
“That is your
concern, Sir,” Claude said, “payment is due for our services, as indicated at
the end.”
“Indeed – and I
thank you for fixing the leak,” the man said as he typed on the screen.
“And this
lady?”
“I will deal
with my sister,” the man said, Alice wriggling and screaming as Claude placed
the tablet in his case, smiled, and left her house…
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