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Clegg drove the van up to a comfortable looking detached house just as night was falling. He tossed me Carol’s handbag. “You’ll find a door key in there, I guess,” he said. “No point in busting the door in if we don’t need to.”
Sure enough I found a key and went off to open the door while Freddie checked out our cargo. I went back to the van as Clegg was dragging the two girls to the van’s tail board. “Cut the tape on their ankles,” he said, “and we’ll get them inside.”
Soon all four women were in the hall of the house, mmphing with shock at where they were. “Through here, I think,” said Clegg, opening a door to the living room. He pushed Alice and Carol inside. I followed with Beth and Ella. Freddie pushed his two captives down on the settee and went to close the curtains. “There,” he said, “nice and cosy.” He looked at his watch. “We’ve got some time, why don’t we have some fun?” he said as he looked at his watch. He sat down between Alice and Carol, running the barrel of his pistol up the legs of each in turn.
I didn’t really understand what was going
on. Clegg was normally so measured and contained. Now he was showing a
rapacious side as he started to toy with
Beth and Ella started complaining at once.
Freddie hefted his gun and pushed the barrel up under the hem of
I got the girls undressed down to bras and pants. Beth struggled a bit. I had to slap her back into line before she’d strip off her jeans and top. Ella was less trouble when she saw th e treatment her sister got. Freddie to tie them up again so I taped each girl’s wrists together behind their backs and then taped their elbows close together too. It made them whimper but it gave Freddie a view of their tits that he seemed to appreciate.
“Very nice,” said Freddie, admiringly.
“They do take after their mother, don’t they? So well developed for what was it
Beth, 18? And Ella, 19? Firm and with a rather
agreeable fullness, I think we'll all agree. I wonder about Carol?” Freddie
grinned humourlessly. “Yes, let her get her top off will you?” I cut through
the tape around her wrists. Carol pulled off her sweater under threat from
Freddie’s gun and then took off her bra, fumbling with the catch behind her
back as Freddie continued to threaten Alice and the two girls. Carol's tits were
heavier than her sister’s with large, dark brown, areolas. Freddie looked
approving as he told her to come and kneel beside them and I taped her wrists
securely once again. Freddie was toying with
I pulled her up and pushed her towards
Clegg. The girl joined the three others beside Freddie. He grabbed her by the
back of her neck and pushed her to her knees. Without pausing he wrenched away
the tape that gagged her and pulled out the wad of cloth that filled her mouth.
“Stay quiet,” he warned, pushing the barrel of his gun between her lips. “Now
what you’re going to do for me is to see if we can’t get Aunty Carol’s tits to
perk up a bit. You’re going to kiss and nuzzle at them and see if Aunty Carol
likes that.” Ella gave a choked grunt of objection. Freddie thumbed back the
hammer on the gun. Ella gave a muffled squeal.
Ella complied, still sobbing and begging us to let them all go. Carol tried to ignore the bites, licks, teasing and kissing that Freddie was forcing Ella to perform but in spite of herself I saw her nipples stiffening. “There,” said Freddie smugly, “Aunty Carol is enjoying that.” She shook her head and looked down at the floor in shame. Freddie just laughed. “Only problem is, poor little Beth is feeling left out and we can’t have that can we.” Beth shook her head vigorously. I guessed that she wasn’t complaining about being left out at all. “Quite right young Beth,” laughed Freddie. “Why don’t you give Aunty Carol a nice kiss.” He got up from the couch and grabbed Beth by the arm pulling her across the room. Taking her gag off, he pushed her to her knees alongside her sister and forced her head between her aunt’s thighs, up under her skirt. “Now,” said Freddie, “I’m sure you’ll have done this with your sister or one of the other girls you know.” Beth shook her head vigorously to Freddie’s laughter. “Aunty Carol is really going to like being kissed down there, so get started.” He draped Carol’s skirt back over Beth’s head. “And get started,” he snarled, grabbing by her bound wrists and pushing them up her back to force her forwards. “I want to see some results.”
Ella had pulled away from Carol’s nipples.
“No one told you to stop,” Clegg barked, slapping her face and pushing her back
to work. The two girls, fearfully sobbing, set back to work. Carol, unable to
respond because of her terror, groaned through her gag. Clegg said,
“Excellent,” pulled off
Freddie grinned at her. “You’ll do anything
I say? I know that you stupid bitch! We’re not letting anyone go.” He pulled at
the front of her dress tearing it open. She begged him not to hurt them. He pushed
her down on all fours, pulled Beth’s panties down and pushed
The five of them made a tableau of threat,
fear, lust, despair and abandon. As Clegg was pushing home against
The living room door opened. Into the debauched
scene walked Harry, pushing in front of him the bound, helpless and struggling
form of the dominatrix, wearing the same leather outfit that I had seen her
wearing in the dungeon with Tricia. “Well done Harry,” said Clegg pulling back
from
The dominatrix wriggled and bellowed with fury. Tricia came into the room, holding an old blanket wrapped around herself. Purple rings of bruises on her ankles and wrists testified to how she had been held captive. Apart from that, she looked OK.
“Ah, you managed to get your girl back too,” said Clegg. “Fine.” For the first time I realised that Tricia had been seen as expendable in this, all Clegg was concerned about was that his business wasn’t being messed around with. “Do take off our guest’s hood, Harry,” said Clegg, nodding towards the dominatrix and pushing Beth’s head back down as she tried to gulp for air.
Harry grinned and unlaced the leather mask that his captive was wearing. As he pulled it clear the identity of the struggling, leather clad, dominatrix became clear.
“Hello, Brian,” Clegg said. “How nice to see you. Your family are doing a much better
job of looking after my interests than you appear to have done. I’ve been having
such fun with your family. Such a delight to meet your wife; a shame we hadn’t
met before. And these daughters of yours too. Fancy
keeping them hidden away. And your sister in law too! My, my,
Brian, quite a little harem. Oh, I don’t suppose your wife realised that
you and Carol had a bit of a thing going, did she?” Brian growled.
“You bastard, Clegg!” the unmasked ‘dominatrix’ exclaimed. “Let my family go.” The women tried to turn around at the sound of Alice’s husband. Clegg slapped each of them in turn to put them back to their tasks. Brian tried to start forward in defence of his family but Harry simply grabbed the chain that linked his wrists and dragged him back.
“Now let’s see how much of this I’ve worked out, shall we?” said Clegg getting to his feet, zipping his fly and knocking Beth to the floor in the process. Clegg’s cum dribbled from her mouth as she coughed and sobbed. The others were all left crying, cowering together in a heap in the corner of the room. It was clear that none of them had the slightest idea of the business that Brian had been involved in, much less his recent misdemeanours. “You decided that our friend Larry here was making things complicated for you, cutting down the need for auctions. Now I think you’ve been taking a slice – enough to fund that little fun nest where your two lady friends run that dungeon and where you’ve been keeping Tricia. I can’t prove it but I think that’s what has been going on. So you want to discourage Larry and you tried to have him snatched in Kushtia. Very silly that – there weren’t too many people who knew he was going; you, Me, You, Harry, Rick and Sebastian. I was reasonably sure it was someone inside the business and I didn’t like the idea of that. I know Larry has been shaking up things for us but we haven’t really upped the number of girls we are taking overall so I didn’t think that any of our competitors would really be hurting. I couldn’t see that Harry, Rick or Seb had any reason for doing this. But you, well, the numbers from your side haven’t been getting any better have they Brian, old man? And Larry’s work has really been helping us stay afloat.”
Brian tried again to break free but without success. “I’m not sure how you set up the girl at the Embassy. What was her name? Cora. You can’t just have been lucky although Larry here certainly was. Perhaps we’ll have a chat about that? Perhaps the Minister can have a chat at his end? Maybe she was working for one of other firms; someone you were helping out with special prices maybe? Not sure if you’ve that clever but that might cause a few problems if we’ve now upset someone that thought they were going to get a slice of the trade to Kushtia. Still, I’m sure we’ll get to the bottom of that. Won’t we, old man?
“Then of course you made a very big
mistake. I’m sure you realised I wouldn’t like being threatened,” Freddie held
up the envelope and the letter that I’d been given in the dungeon. “But perhaps
you thought it would annoy me enough to move Larry here on. The only thing is
Brian, old man, if you’re going to send threatening letters don’t use our
office stationery.” Freddie held the letter up to the light, The Clegg logo was
clearly visible as a watermark. “That really wasn’t clever. It just confirmed
what I thought. And I must say I didn’t like that idea at all. Then when I
found out about the
“Freddie…” Brian began.
Clegg got to his feet, “Sorry, old man, I’m not really interested.” As Brian tried to break free of Harry’s hold, Clegg reached forward and jammed the envelope and paper into Brian’s mouth. He coughed and choked in response. “I’m sure we’ll find someone to take you off our hands,” said Freddie. “Larry, I know, will be keen to find a customer. It could be a new line for us - male slaves. Perhaps that Daphne Challis you got on so well with at the video screening might be interested. And you’ll be anxious to show how willing you are to make amends by having your family help us out too. The two girls should fetch a price and Alice and Carol seem to have their uses. Should help the numbers, old man, should help the numbers.” Brian was still struggling to break free from Harry’s hold but without success. Freddie smiled and went on, “Just so you know Brian, old man, people who fuck with my little family find that their family gets fucked with!”
Clegg turned to the women. “Get this lot
into Prep, Harry,” he said. “I’ll be up at the Centre tomorrow and I want to
see them naked, collared and shaved. And you can let Rick’s team know they’re
all on the available list.” The women looked shocked and confused. Brian was at
once terrified and furious. “And that includes him,” Clegg pointed at Brian.
“Get someone from the team to go through here and get anything that looks like
theirs into the incinerators. Clothes, jewellery, everything, I‘d hate them to
think there was anything of their past life they could go back to.” He went
across to where Alice was sprawled on the floor, her dress torn and cum
smeared, her two daughters and sister crowding close to her as if by doing so
they could avoid Clegg’s attentions. He reached up to
“Well,” said Tricia, as Harry was about to hustle Brian and the women out to the van, “If we’re taking him into stock, I wonder if I might help out with some of the orientation sessions at the Prep Centre. I think there’s a whole lot I can do to help get him ready for his new life.” Her grin could only have increased his apprehension.
It was a side of Tricia that I hadn’t seen before but I understood how she felt and I was just glad she was back safe and sound even if Freddie hadn’t been worried. And if I’d ever had any doubts about Clegg’s ruthless determination to have things the way he wanted, they were certainly gone now.
It didn’t take Tricia and I long to get our lives back on track. She didn’t seem to be bothered by Clegg’s attitude. “It’s the game” she said. “At the end of the day it’s dog eat dog. You have to accept that. Loyalty is only as good as the use you are. They came to get me because it suited them.” I was surprised by her casual acceptance of the risks not only of something going wrong but of being left to swing if it didn’t suit the organisation.
In the end she decided to leave Brian’s “orientation” to Rick’s team, Harry was keen to get her back on operations and she wanted to forget about being snatched herself. She also wanted to show she could take the lead role on a pick up, she was fed up with playing second fiddle to some of the others on Harry’s team but she knew she’d have to up her game after the business with Brian.
I’d finished up for the day in the Whitechapel office. Tricia and I had arranged to meet up in the bar where Harry and I had had our drink before the Kushtian trip. I was there first. The bar was almost empty.
I was sat there listening to my i-Pod. Rick had let me have a down-load of Rachel’s distraction mantra. It made eerie listening.
As Rick had said, she was counting off each of the rapes in her own head; distracting herself from the conditioning tapes by concentrating on the pain and humiliations she had suffered since her abduction. “27,” I heard her voice say. “It’s the tall blonde guard with the very short hair. He wants me to suck him off. He tells me he’ll beat me if I don’t ‘do it nice’. I believe him. He’s big, muscular, tall. No fat anywhere on him. No sign of any humanity either. He tells me to unzip his fly. I’m too slow. He slaps my face. He’s wearing a ring; gold, a jaguar head with rubies for eyes. The ring catches the side of my mouth. There’s a sharp pain. It’s bleeding. He grabs my hair. I’m scared that he’ll break my neck. I’m on my knees. I fumble with the zip of his fly. I can see the stitching on the denim, the yellow metal of the zip tag. I’m still too slow, another slap. My ears are ringing. I pull his cock from his trousers. He tells me that’s good. It’s swollen, purple, he’s obviously already excited. It smells musty, somehow, as if it’s come from some damp, dark cave. He says to use my mouth; like I’ve done for the others. They’ve all told him that I can do it all right but he might have to force me. I say he doesn’t have to hurt me. He says maybe he’d like to anyway and laughs. I’m more scared than before. I do as he says. My mouth is full of his cock. He pushes back against me, I’m choking. It seems like his whole weight is behind his cock, threatening to push it through my throat. He doesn’t take long. I feel him come, his cock pulsing with a rhythmic judder. I taste his salty, slimy cum. He keeps my head pressed against his groin. Not bad, he says. That’s what he thinks. For me, it’s vile. I’m choking with the taste and the smell and the feel of his slime in my mouth. He pushes me away, I fall back against the wall, my bound arms hit the wall first and then the weight of my body crashes against them. I can feel the skin on my elbows scraping away as I slide down the wall. The guard walks towards me and crouches down. I think he’s going to help me up but he doesn’t. He reaches down and pulls at my skirt, he uses it to wipe off his cock. Not bad at all, he says. Perhaps, I’ll be back, he says. I hope he isn’t. But I know there will just be more. I curl up on the floor, trying to get inside myself. It’s only there I can get away from all of them.”
I could hear the voice of the preparation tape in the background. “Listen to me,” it said, in an insistent, flat monotone, “Listen to me. You know what you must do to be happy. You know that you only have to obey. Listen to me. Listen to me….”
“28,” she went on, insistently. “It’s one of the trainers. He’s short and thin with long dark hair. He wears a mask, a white face; expressionless, no feeling. He’s holding the cane they use to beat me. He spreads my thighs with the tip of the cane, looks at the cuts and the bruises. He seems pleased but I can’t tell from the featureless mask that covers his face. My cunt is naked, exposed, but he’s not looking at that; he’s enjoying the bruising that they’ve done to my thighs. It’s horrible how he’s staring at me, more interested in my pain than my sex. He changes how I’m tied, straps my wrists up to the top of my arms, my ankles up to the tops of my thighs. I can’t protect myself at all but then I never could. He watches as I wriggle on the floor. At least I think he watches, I can only see his eyes flickering back and forth behind the mask. His skin seems soft when he touches me but what he does to me is hard. My limbs are bent and aching already. He is still watching me wriggle. I don’t want to do this for his amusement, but it’s so uncomfortable. He tells me I must learn to accept restraint. I spit at him. He’s not pleased. He gets a wire frame and wedges it in my mouth. I try to shake my head. He moves a catch at the side, the frame spreads my mouth wider. I can’t stop it. He laughs behind the blank white mask as I groan. I shake my head in protest. He shakes his head, more slowly. He’s got some sort of short wide belt. It’s a collar as deep as my neck is long. He fastens it in place. It holds my head rigid. He tells me I must learn acceptance. I don’t believe him. I won’t believe him. He takes off his trousers, hangs them neatly over the back of the chair. He’s going to rape me but he wants to make sure his trousers don’t get creased. He takes me on the floor. He pushes his hand against my crotch. I try to pull away and he laughs. He tears at my knickers, they are sodden with my own fluid and the cum of those that have been before. I feel him push his soft fingers into my cunt. He pulls at the hair that is there. One more rape. No different to the others apart from in the trivial, miniscule details of who and what and how. His cock seems no different to the others. His hands no different. His breath carries the sweet and pungent smell of garlic. I can smell tobacco on his clothes. His white, rigid mask presses against my face. I smell its plastic artificiality. Expressionless I can see nothing of his feeling from the mask while within me I sense every rise and fall in his lust in the stiffening and ebbing of his cock. He pulls away. He moves behind me. What’s he doing now? I can’t see what he’s up to. I feel him pull at my hair, feel his cock against my head. He’s wound my hair around his cock, he pulls back and presses forward. I feel his cock against my scalp, the tug on my hair as he pulls back. With a short spasm he comes, pinching at my tits with his soft fingers as he does so. He leaves me on the floor; his cum dripping from my hair. My clothes more torn than ever. He says nothing; just looks at me through his expressionless mask and leaves.”
“29,” she continued. “The last one’s only just gone. It’s the receptionist. She can’t be any older than me. Why is she doing this? Why is she doing this to me? She’s got mousey hair with blonde highlights. What’s she wearing. I can’t remember. Oh yes, just a t-shirt and a skirt. She’s saying why should the boys have all the fun. She’s had a boring morning, what can I do to amuse her? I can’t say anything, the gag has my mouth spread wide. My tongue is dry as much from fear as anything. A cough and groan. She laughs and says that’s a start. She’s got something in her hands. What is it? A dildo and a harness. And tit clamps. I don’t need to guess what she’ll do with them. She pushes me down on my back. The last one strapped my wrists to the tops of my arms. She slaps at my tits. To perk them up she says. I cry through the gag. They still hurt from the last one and now she’s doing this. She fits the clamps to me, they cut in with a sharp pain. I gasp. She smiles. I know it will be worse when they come off. She’s taking off her skirt. Plain white panties. So normal. So ordinary. She squats across me, tracing a finger nail around my lips, spread wide by the gag. My clothes are in tatters. She says how bruised my body looks. I keep thinking of something else. Taking myself somewhere else. Not there. Not in that room any more. Far away. She pulls on the chain linking the nipple clamps. The sharp pain brings me back. She smiles again at my groans. She gets up and straps on the dildo. There, she says, this will be better than all those boys you’ve had to put up with. I try to beg her not to. Even with the gag she knows what I’m saying. She laughs and tells me that she’ll do just as she likes, that I’m here to be used, that I’m fuck meat. I don’t believe her. I go on not believing her. She sees me shake my head. It makes her angry. She grabs me by the hair and hits my head back against the floor. You’ll be fucked until you give in, she tells me, pushing the dildo into my cunt. It’s hard and rigid, and cold. She tells me I am going to cum. I shake my head again, she can’t make me. She carries on thrusting the dildo into me. Again and again. I loose count of the number of times. I’m no longer there. My body is there, but I am elsewhere. My body is being fucked but I am not. She bangs my head against the floor again. I am back in the room with the pain and the shame. She can tell and pushes harder. I give a whimpering cry. She gives a guttural snarl and a grunt. I can tell she has finished. She climbs off and gets to her feet. She un-straps the dildo and puts on her skirt. She turns to go and then turns again. She kicks me. The toe of her shoe hits against my side. Pink leather, pointed toe, four inch heel, strap around her ankle. I look down as the heel slides across my naked belly leaving a red scrape behind it. I try to curl up into a ball as she leaves me. The clamps are still on my tits. I focus on the pain.”
I knew what happened after that. It was, as they say in the cinema, where I came in. I wasn’t sure whether or not I wanted to listen to more but then Tricia arrived. I took the earphones off, relieved to have an excuse to stop listening.
I went over to the bar to get Tricia and me a couple of drinks. I felt I needed one, she was being sociable. The girl that Harry had been hitting on when we were last there was still behind the bar. I took that to be an encouraging sign. I hadn’t thought that he’d have her snatched but you can never be sure with Harry.
“Hey,” she said. “Nice to see you again. Haven’t seen your friend for a while, either.”
“I’ve been out of the country,” I said, honestly. “Haven’t seen too much of him myself.”
“Well, if you do, tell him I asked after him.”
I picked up the drinks and took them back to our table. Tricia had noticed my conversation. “Another of your conquests?” she smiled, almost suspiciously, picking up her drink.
“No,” I said. “Harry’s”
Tricia smiled. “I didn’t think he did anything apart from work.”
“Yeah, it looks like that doesn’t it? I encouraged him, I suppose. I thought he was seeing that girl but it sounds as if things cooled off. I dunno. It all started before I went to Kushtia and I’ve had other things on my mind since I got back.”
“I know. Thanks for helping get things sorted out.”
“Well, I didn’t do too much. It was all down to Freddie and Harry really. And if it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have been snatched in the first place.”
“It could have been worse, I suppose,” Tricia said, looking around the bar to see that we couldn’t be overheard. “They didn’t treat me too badly apart from when they brought you over to impress you. The snatch was the worst bit. I was pretty scared, I’ll admit. I had no idea who they were and they weren’t too gentle tying me up. Actually thinking about it, it was kind of interesting – I’m going to suggest to Harry that he includes being on the receiving end as part of the training programme. They were arguing about whether to take me with them or whether to wait for you. I got worried that I was very much expendable. It was all a bit of a shambles really. Then, when they got me to that dungeon, Brian tried to perv his way around me a couple of times in that dominatrix outfit but the girls - the ones that picked you up - saw him off – I don’t think they were too keen on him either. What happened about them anyway?”
“They weren’t around when Brian was collected but, since you ask, I think Harry’s running a check on them as possible recruits. Oh, here he is.”
Rachel waved to Harry as he stood at the door of the bar looking around. He waved back, pointed to a bottle on the bar, asking if we wanted another. We nodded. He got chatting to the girl behind the bar. It didn’t look like we were going to get our drinks for a while.
Tricia pointed to the iPod. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Yeah,” I said, “not real pleasant listening. It makes me wonder if I should be doing this. I mean it started off like a bit of a game. Just a different product. But somehow, this, well.”
“I know,” Tricia said. “It’s hard I guess. I try not to think too much about the girls. To Harry they’re just so many kilos of live-weight, so many dollars traded, but I can’t get that abstracted. The problem is the whole thing is such a kick. There’s nothing like the buzz of a snatch. I guess I’m addicted.” She pointed to Harry at the bar. “Is he planning to lift her?”
I shook my head. “Don’t think so,” I said. “They seemed to be having something approaching a normal relationship when I last looked.”
Tricia looked puzzled and took a pull of her beer.
I changed the subject back to Rachel. I waved the i-Pod. “Have you heard if Rick has made any progress with this young lady?”
“Uh huh. Seems like they’ve found some psychotropic drugs that have been able to suppress her ability to distract herself. Look like the conditioning is working properly this time. They aren’t sure if she’ll be able to write but I’m sure Harry can find you another one if you need.”
I shrugged my shoulders. I wasn’t sure if it mattered now. We seemed to be getting on OK without her skills. Eventually, Harry came over.
“She was asking after you,” I said nodding to the bar.
“Yeah, it’s been a bit difficult but we’re going for a meal later. Life might be a bit quieter now.”
“I thought that was what Sarah was supposed to be helping out with – getting the admin off your back.”
“Well she does, sure, but she’s a bit of a distraction too. And she’s been getting a bit over her position lately. Still, I wouldn’t want to lose her.”
“It’s not like she can resign,” Tricia chipped in.
“No, but Freddie’s bound to suggest selling her again and … “
I interrupted him. “Stop being so bloody miserable Harry. Just let Sarah get on with the admin. If she’s getting out of line give her to the guards to play with for a while. That’ll solve things. And you take some time out for fun. You’ll be busy enough soon with the work we’re going to get as a result of the Kushtian trade license.”
“I’d forgotten about that with all the problems sorting Brian out but yes, you’re right. Do we know what it will involve yet?”
“No, not really. It’s only a sort of framework contract as it is. It gives us
exclusivity to supply from the
“So no more orders like Hannani’s
or the
“Not yet, although Freddie mentioned he’s
got a meeting with some
With Brian and his family packed off to orientation, things started to get back to normal
in the office. Business was certainly getting back on track. There seemed to be plenty going on.
After the worries over Tricia it was a relief to get back to some real work. I had the project for Steve Glennis to deal. I was happy with the way the account management activities were working out generally but I needed to do some more thinking about that. Sebastian had finished the first version of the web site and circulating the video to our clients seemed to have worked in driving folk to look at the new services. We were already seeing some benefits from that. Tricia told me that the research teams were rushed off their feet doing quotes for the Search & Snatch service and she had four pick-ups scheduled the following week. I should have been pleased at the increased activity, I know, but it meant Tricia and I weren’t getting much time together and after recent events I was seeing that as a bad thing.
Harry had the idea that I ought to get some more field experience. “I get worried,” he said, “when anyone that hasn’t had the experience starts tinkering around in field ops. I mean the thing in Kushtia sounded like it went OK and you’ve sat in on a number of pick ups now but it’s not the same as doing the job yourself. I think you ought to do some more familiarisation.”
“How do you mean,” I said. The ops side was interesting and anything that Harry had planned was likely to be more fun than working up market plans.
“Well, do you remember the practice run we set up when you met Tricia first of all?”
I did. The burglary had been one hell of an adrenaline rush. I nodded.
“OK,” said Harry. “We’ve got another site that you can practice on.”
Harry’s team set up a briefing session. The idea was that I’d raid a small office on the edge of town. There would be one girl there according to surveillance. I just had to secure her and rob the place. They’d scoped it out. They reckoned I’d be safe to do it solo. I wasn’t so confident, but Harry insisted I’d be all right.
I pulled on a pair of latex gloves and a ski mask. Once I got inside, it was pretty obvious that there was no one else around apart from the girl behind the desk, just as the briefing had said. She looked up as I walked towards her. She put her hands up to her face as she saw me, obviously startled. Dark hair, early twenties I guessed; efficient looking in a neat, white, short sleeved, blouse. I didn’t want to scare her too badly, even if it was only so she didn’t make too much noise. I slid my jacket back and pulled the pistol from the waistband of my trousers. “Please don’t cry out,” I said, quietly. “And keep your hands where I can see them. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh, wow,” she said, apparently unfazed, “are you robbing the place?”
I was surprised by her reaction. “Err, well, yes, I mean, look aren’t you supposed to be frightened by this?” I waved the gun at her.
She grinned back. “Don’t be silly. I know about guns. I can see you’ve still got the safety on.”
“Shit!” I said, nonplussed. I looked down briefly at the gun but jerked my head up again, half expecting her to try to jump me across the desk. I looked back at her. She was grinning.
“Don’t worry. I’m not bothered. You can take what you want from here. I’m pissed off with the place anyway. It’s just so dull. The boss is a fart. You’ve brightened the place up.”
“I don’t suppose you know where the safe is?”
“Of course! It’s through there in the old man’s office.” She pointed to a door behind her. “Here, I’ll show you.” She got to her feet. “Ooh, I guess I ought to do this properly,” she said raising her hands above her head in a gesture of surrender as she walked across to the door to another office. I watched her rear. With her tight black skirt and her high heels tapping on the wooden office floor, I was enjoying the view. “Come on, follow me,” she said looking back towards me over her shoulder. “It’s this way.”
“Look, don’t think I’m not grateful and everything but this isn’t really how you’re supposed to be is it?”
“Oh, come on! You’re not some mindless thug. Actually you’re kind of cute and I quite like forceful men.” She led the way into the other office. “The safe’s down there,” she said, pointing behind the desk. She stood with her back to the wall, hands still raised. “The key’s in the drawer of the desk.” She smiled at my evident confusion, but her next remark did nothing to make it any easier. “But you’ll probably want to tie me up first, won’t you?”
I almost dropped my gun.
“I mean, so you can go through the safe. I don’t think there’s much in there but, you’ll want to have a good look and you can’t really rely on me standing here like this can you? Anyway, I’ll get tired with my hands up like this.”
“Oh, all right,” I said. She smiled. “I don’t suppose you’ve got any rope have you?”
She shook her head. “Don’t be silly,” she said. “You can’t expect me to do all the work.”
I looked around. The office windows had a venetian blind, a long cord hung to one side. I decided it would be good enough. I yanked it free of the blind. She looked approving. “That’ll do,” she said. “How do you want me?” she asked flirtatiously, raising an eyebrow.
I was convinced that I would be safer with her tied up, though not for the usual reasons. “Turn around, get your hands behind your back,” I ordered, waving the gun at her.
She giggled but she did as she was told. “That’s better. This is more fun.” she said as I closed in behind her, pushing the barrel of the gun against the nape of her neck. “And that’s quite sexy.” I ignored her, focussing on using my other hand to loop the cord around her wrists. With a couple of turns of the cord in place I felt able to put my gun down so I could tighten the cords and knot them off. I let her go and she turned around. “Pretty good,” she said as she flexed her arms experimentally but without seeming to loosen the cords.
“Are you an expert, then?” I asked.
“My boyfriend’s tried a few times,” she laughed, “but he’s not as good at it as you.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. Now take a seat while I have a look in the safe.” I took her by the arm and led her to the big, leather, padded, chair that stood behind the desk. I found the key and went to open the lock. Nothing happened.
“You’ll need the combination,” she said, quietly. “I could tell you. If you made me.”
I was beginning to get the measure of my captive. I picked up the pistol and walked towards her. “I imagine threats aren’t going to be enough,” I said, pressing the gun up under her tits. She shook her head smiling. “But perhaps,” I ran the barrel of the gun across one of her nipples; it was already stiffening, “if I were to pinch, here,” I reached forward and gripped the nipple through her blouse. She gave a gasp but didn’t try to pull away. I pinched again. She responded with an appreciative grunt and pushed her hips forward. I slid my hand up under her skirt. A pleasant surprise; she was wearing hold ups, not tights. She didn’t try to pull away. My fingers were twisting at the hairs spilling around the edge of her already damp panties.
“Oh,” she gasped. “That’s – uhh – not fair, Mr Burglar. Oooh.” More pinching of her nipples and her labia seemed to have the desired effect. “No,oooo,” she sounded unconvincing, “uhhuh, 7 left.”
“Good,” I said, pinching and stroking some more. “Go on.”
“Ahh, uhh,” her hips were pushing her crotch against my hand, “Gnngh, ooooh, 24 right. Don’t stop.” Her pants were now soaked. I switched from pinching to stroking the inside of her thigh. “NNgh, oh, you bastard, you absolute fucking bastard, you complete marvellous bastard.” She bucked again. “17 left. That’s it. Ahhh.”
I pulled my hand away, left her and headed back to the safe.
“You can’t stop. Come back.” She seemed to shrink back into the chair, squeezing her thighs together, panting slightly. I dialled in the numbers and span the wheel. I pulled the safe door open. She was right there wasn’t much in there, just a few hundred pounds and a lot of dull looking papers. Still, that wasn’t really the point, whereas the slim, dark haired, girl in the chair rather was.
“Not much there for my trouble,” I said.
She was looking up at me from her chair. “How about here?” she said.
“It’s been fun,” I said, “but I have to go.” She looked disappointed. “I’ll make you as uncomfortable as I can before I go,” I grinned.
She seemed to perk up. “Are you going to tie me to the chair?”
I shook my head. “Nuh uh. You’re going to struggle and if I leave you on there you’ll pull it over. You’d hurt yourself. Got to remember the Health and Safety regulations. Get down on the floor.” She shuffled herself off of the chair and got down on her knees. I looked around for some more cord. There was a laptop computer on the desk, the cable from its power adaptor looked like it would do for her ankles. She smiled as she caught me looking up her skirt as I bound her ankles. “Nice legs,” I said.
“Thank you, sir,” she responded, wriggling a little, testing the tightness of my knots but giving me a better look at her legs at the same time. “But you know I’ll get out of this quite easily, as it is.” I could see as she wriggled that she’d be able to get at the cords on ankles with her hands.
“I’m sure I can fix that,” I said. “It would never do for you to get free too soon.” I found some more cable and ran a loop around her waist, fixing her wrists to that. Another length around her legs just above and below her knees made it harder for her to move around.
“Hmm,” she said, trying again, “more convincing.”
“I try to oblige,” I said but I hadn’t finished. A final length around her arms just above the elbows and around her chest just below her tits, locked her arms against her body.
She gasped as I jerked the cable tight. “Ooh, that’s tight,” she said but I didn’t think she was complaining.
I knelt beside her on the floor. “Better than the boyfriend?”
She nodded. “Mmm. Do you really have to go?” She wriggled her shoulders, the cords had pulled her blouse tight across her tits. It made for a pleasant view.
I nodded reluctantly. “Sorry,” I said.
“Oh well, you’d better gag me then.”
I grinned. “Aren’t you going to offer to keep quiet?”
“What and miss out on the fun of wriggling and groaning after you’ve gone? Don’t be a spoil sport.”
I thought that the gag was going to be a problem until I noticed that her boss had left a suit hanging on the back of his office door. I searched the pockets and came up with a handkerchief and a necktie. “These will do. I’m sure your boss won’t mind.” She coughed as I pushed the handkerchief between her lips and grunted a bit as I pulled the tie tightly across her mouth, cramming the cloth in. “How’s that?” I said, reaching down and pinching one of her tits. She gave a muffled squeal. She shook her head but her eyes were bright with excitement. There was a roll of packing tape on the desk. I used some of that as well. She wasn’t completely happy with that as it got caught in her hair but it meant the gag would take longer for her to dislodge.
I took another look at my captive. “Now since you’ve already warned me that you’re expecting to get loose.” She shook her head but I ignored her and jerked her ankles up towards her wrists. I knotted the cables together so that her wrists and ankles were touching. I got some more cable and pulled her elbows together with it. She groaned into the gag as I rolled her onto her side. “And let’s make sure your boss gets a treat when he finds you.”
She started to shake her head but I didn’t let that stop me and with the gag she wasn’t making much sense. I guess she didn’t fancy her boss and wasn’t looking forward to him finding her. I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down until it was around her knees. I did the same for her pants. Then I went to work on her blouse, pulling at it until the buttons tore loose and she was left exposed. For the first time she was looking as though she wasn’t completely enjoying it. She had a chain around her neck. It carried a name in gold letters. “Kelly,” it said. Well it was nice to know. I waved her good bye, pocketed the money and left her.
I got back to the car where Harry was waiting. “What took you so long?” he asked. “I was getting worried. Did she put up a fight?”
“No, not really, quite the reverse. It was quite good fun but it wasn’t much use as practice,” I said tossing the meagre take into his lap. “Here, I’ve got enough to buy us a couple of drinks. I’ll tell you about it.”
© Freddie Clegg 2006
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