Baker's Dozen

BAKER'S DOZEN

By, BZ

As Kat (short for Katrina) Lang sat at the Restaurant bar watching Nick Baker, she was sure she was onto something.

Kat was the new reporter at the Bulletin. She was desperately trying to get her first big break. And her intuition was telling her that Nick Baker was at the bottom of the story that had plagued the city for over a year now.

Over the past fourteen months fourteen women had disappeared from the city, vanished without a trace. Twelve had disappeared during a period of three weeks, then after month's of dead leads and no further abductions, two more women had suddenly disappeared and what had been a dying story, suddenly became rejuvenated. The early police investigation had focused on Nick Baker, a former Special Ops. Officer. Nick was presumed to be a disgruntled executive at the firm where his immediate superior happened to be the first woman to disappear.

The police were unable to make any headway in their investigation of Nick Baker and had eventually moved on to other suspects. As the number of victims increased the supposed connection to Nick Baker seemed to become a non-factor, and the police eventually dropped him as a suspect. But Kat seeing Nick Baker leering at her girl friend, in the restaurant where she and a group of young women were celebrating that friend's birthday, had her suspicions aroused. In Kat's mind, Nick still seemed the obvious suspect, and now Nick Baker seemed to have fixed his attention upon her friend Vicky Greene.

It was Vicky's birthday and the stunning green eyed red head wore her favorite party attire, a black silk and chiffon dress, lit with sequins and a halter top with rhinestones and a lace trim, the dress did more than justice to Vicky's voluptuous body. Vicky could be one exuberant young redhead, with a very athletically attractive body. Vicky's exuberance became obvious every time a new friend arrived at the restaurant bar where the party members gathered. Vicky excitedly raised her arms to greet then hugged each newcomer as they arrived. Meanwhile, Kat was watching Nick watching them.

Kat, a blue eyed blonde, was decked out in a black lace ballet slip dress, with a black lace bodice and thin spaghetti straps, she was very alluring as she sipped at her Cosmopolitan and kept an eye on Nick. All in all Kat might have been inclined to pass this all off as meaningless happenstance. Both Vicky and Nick were extremely attractive people, and it would not be implausible if either had found the other attractive. But, to Kat it seemed that Nick's interest was menacing and when he went out of his way to see where Vicky and their party were being seated Kat felt her suspicions were confirmed.

Still later that evening she could have sworn that she saw someone watching from across the street as she dropped the birthday girl off at her apartment.

She couldn't swear it was Nick Baker, she wasn't even positive she had seen someone; it could, after all, have just been her over active imagination, but maybe not. What exactly should she do?

Nick, had indeed, been attracted to Vicky Greene's ample charms, red heads had always been his favorite. And, he had been determined to get another glimpse of the effervescent young red headed beauty on his way out of the restaurant; perhaps, he had been a little too obvious.

When he got to his car he thought "what the hell I've got nothing better to do tonight, let's see where that foxy little lady lives." He waited in the parking lot for the party to break up, then fixed on Vicky as she exited the restaurant with Kat, and the two attractive friends made their way to Kat's Volvo. Nick discretely followed the Volvo until Kat dropped Vicky off at her apartment.

Having discovered where Vicky lived, Nick drove home in order to occupy himself with his own fantasies.

Kat thinking she'd seen some one watching Vicky's apartment building when she drove up to drop her friend off had her suspicions aroused. She decided to make one pass around the block then set up watch on her friend's apartment. She found a place directly across from the apartment's entrance.

Had she indeed seen anyone watching the apartment when she dropped Vicky off, they certainly weren't there now. With her cell phone in hand Kat took up watch.

The next Morning Nick drove up to Vicky's apartment complex and immediately spotted Kat's car parked out in front of the apartment complex, with Kat asleep in the front seat. "It seems my intriguing redhead has a guardian angel." Before driving on he took down Kat's license plate number and made a mental note " Find out who the guardian angel is, and be careful when she is around."

Nick called in a favor from another Special Operations veteran who happened to be with the police department, and discovered that the Volvo belonged to one Katrina Lang. A little more research told him that Katrina Lang was a new reporter for the Bulletin. "Well, well, well our curious little angel is a reporter, and not bad a looking one either."

With his Special Operations training Nick had no trouble gaining access to Vicky's apartment complex. He positioned himself inconspicuously in the lobby and waited for Vicky to return from work.

Nick had nothing but time on his hands, so he knew he didn't need to rush things. He patiently waited each evening until he saw Vicky was alone getting on the elevator. He noted the floor she got off then left. The next day he would be waiting on her floor and discover which apartment was hers. It was a simple matter from there to find out Vicky's identity.

The very next day a box of one dozen white roses arrived at Vicky's apartment, with a note that read: "Dear Vicky, I have admired you since first seeing you at the Dauphin Restaurant on the night of your party. I'm sure your friend Katrina saw me, and she knows who I am. I would very much like to see you. If you are interested contact me at 952-0000. Your not so secret admirer, Nick Baker."

Vicky was on the phone in an instant, not to Nick but to Kat. A very distraught Vicky yelled into phones mouthpiece; "Kat, this is Vicky. I just received a dozen white roses from someone claiming to be my "not so secret admirer" and he says you know who he is. Why did you give him my address?"

Kat was confused, "Wait a minute, slow down, I don't know what you are talking about Vick. I haven't given your address out to anyone."

"But on his card he says that his name is Nick Baker, and that you know him."

He's the guy the police first suspected when Jill Mason turned up missing. But I've never actually met the guy."

"Then how does he know where I live, and why did he mention your name?"

"Gee Vick, I don't know. I did see him at Dauphin's the night of your party, and I noticed him watching us. But I have no idea how he got your address or how he even knows who I am. Listen Vick don't do anything, I'm coming right over."

It took Kat about ten minutes to get to Vicky's apartment. "Let me see the note."

Kat stood dumbfounded as she read the note. Then related all she knew. How she'd seen Nick Baker at the restaurant, that she had noticed him going out of his way to see where their party was seated. And she told her about spending the night parked outside her apartment after she thought she'd seen someone while dropping her off at the apartment. But she swore, "I've never met or spoken to the man, ever."

Kat then told Vicky everything that she had been able to dig up on Nick Baker. He had been in a Special Ops. unit in the Army, and had served in Desert Storm. After leaving the Army he went to work for the Bendix Corp. where he rose to the rank of Jr. V.P. until he had retired about a year and half ago.

At the time it was rumored that his retirement had to do with his resentment at being passed over for a promotion. A promotion, that made Jill Mason (the C.E.O.'S daughter) his immediate superior. As it turned out his retirement had coincided with his winning the State lottery to the tune of $775,000,000.00, and as he told the police he "didn't give a shit about Jill Mason any way."

The rumored resentment of Jill Mason had been at the core of the Police Departments investigation of Nick Baker when Jill had gone missing without a trace. But Jill's disappearance had been complete, there had been no signs of foul play and no ransom demands were ever made. Only a disgruntled father pointing an accusing finger at Nick Baker. But as other women began to disappear the assumed connection to Nick Baker seemed to fade even to the point that it seemed preposterous.

Kat then showed Vicky a picture she had brought of Nick, but to Kat's dismay a funny look came over her friend's face, Vicky's mind seemed to lose focus on Kat's dissertation when she saw Nick's photo and recalled the mention of that $775 million.

Vicky thought to herself "a good looking guy with $775 million to boot, what would be the harm in meeting this guy."

Kat tried to convince her friend to have nothing to do with Nick Baker, but she knew the expression on her friends face meant she was not getting through to her.

The arrival of another dozen white roses the next day convinced Vicky to take a chance. Nick and Vicky had their first date that night.

Kat, unable to talk her friend out of meeting with Nick, could not put her suspicions aside. She doggedly kept tabs on her friend and Nick, as she tried unsuccessfully to dig up something (anything) on Nick.

The courtship of Nick and Vicky included most of the usual rituals of dating, dinner, theater, movies and parties. An evening out usually ended up with Nick driving Vicky to his yacht, which he kept docked at the marina. The yacht was Nick's home, and he had spared no expense on it. It was truly a sea going mansion.

Nick had named his Yacht "Schön Und Mädchen" (beauty and girl in German with an emphasis on the S&M). The significance of which was lost on Vicky, but sparked suspicious curiosity in Kat.

Nick and Vicky would spend most of their nights together on the yacht. The yacht was not only Nick's home, it was his favorite toy, he had spent a great deal of time finding it, and a small fortune to refurbish it. He had provided it with all the comforts of home, including a crew of five to sail it.

To Kat's annoyance the loving couple felt right at home aboard the "Schön Und Mädchen".

Kat, frustrated at every turn while trying to dig up the goods on Nick Baker, had taken to following the fledgling couple. But once the couple reached Nick's yacht Kat had no choice but to give up her surveillance.

Then one night, when Kat had taken up a good position at a safe distance to keep watch. She was suddenly faced with an opportunity to get a better look at what went on at the yacht. She noticed all five crewmembers of the yacht leave for a night out on the town. She stealthily crept up the gangplank. Then worked her way around the deck until she found a porthole that allowed her to peer into the master suite.

Kat gasped as she saw her friend being forcibly handcuffed to the headboard of the bed. Panic-stricken, she made her way back to the dock, found a secluded corner, retrieved her cell phone and dialed 911. The police arrived within minutes and stormed the yacht, Kat followed closely behind.

The police burst into the master suite and found Vicky naked, handcuffed and spread-eagled to the bed. But she was laughing hysterically as Nick attacked her defenseless feet with a feather. The couples frolicsome mood quickly changed to irate indignation as the officers filed into the suite. Vicky's face turned an amazing shade of red that almost matched the color of her hair and yelled: "What the fuck, get the hell out of here, all of you."

As the police stood gaping at the ravishing, naked and handcuffed woman on the bed Nick grabbed a robe and started ushering them out of the cabin. When Kat burst in, she had expected to be hailed as a rescuing angel. Instead she was greeted by her friend's indignant and profane tirade.

"What the fuck, what are you doing here Kat? Have you been spying on us? You goddamned pervert. I can't believe this is happening." Then to the exiting police "If you fucking ass holes have seen enough, can you please leave and let me get dressed, god damn it."

Realizing that they were intruding upon a very intimate, though slightly kinky moment, between two consenting adults the police beat a hasty retreat, taking a protesting Kat with them.

Kat, who's face was now as red faced as her friend's, tried desperately to talk herself out of being charged with filing a false police report charge.

Nick's concerns about the situation were different from the irate Vicky or the embarrassed police and Kat. He thought, "That snoopy reporter is becoming a risk."

He had truly become attached to Vicky, and he thought she was progressing very nicely, and would soon be the willing sex slave he was conditioning her to become. Kat's little escapade could attract the very attention he thought he had successfully put to rest after the disappearance of Jill Mason.

Kat's credibility would surely take a severe blow, but her tenacity could still present real problems down the road. Nick decided, "I'll have to step up Vicky's training, and make arrangements to decommission her snoopy reporter friend Katrina.

Nick had discovered early on that Vicky was very receptive to suggestion. One night as she slept soundly after a night of frolicking in bed, Nick tried a little experiment. In a very mono toned voice he intoned, "Vicky you are sleeping now, and will continue to sleep, but you can hear my voice and you will listen and obey."

"I want you to listen carefully to my voice and obey, if you understand nod your head once." He watched expectantly, and then became ecstatic as Vicky's head slowly bobbed forward. "Good girl," now let's try putting you into an even deeper sleep. "I will count to ten, and as I do your right arm will become lighter and lighter, your arm will start to rise, and as it does you will fall deeper and deeper asleep."

On the count of ten Vicky lay flat on her back with her right arm sticking straight up in the air (as if in a "Sig hiel" salute). She was now in a very deep hypnotic sleep.

While slowly counting a sheepish grin grew on Nick's face as he watched Vicky's arm slowly rise. "Very good Vicky, he gently patted her head, your arm is feeling normal now, let it drop slowly to your side. Good girl Vicky (another pat on the head) you are an excellent subject. Now listen carefully, sometime after you awaken tomorrow I will snap my finger and say 'Vicky sleep', you will return to the exact state you are in now. If you understand nod your head."

Again the head slowly bobbed up and down, "Good girl", (another pat on the head, and Nick sat and smugly smiled as Vicky slept), "excellent, Vicky I will count to three and you will return to your natural sleep... ONE, TWO, THREE."

The next morning Nick could hardly contain himself, but he waited, though impatiently. Finally, after they'd had breakfast and moved to the entertainment room, he felt the time was right; he snapped his finger and mono toned "Vicky sleep" then eagerly watched, as Vicky's eyes slowly grew heavy and closed. The sheepish grin returned to his face, he knew exactly what he wanted to do with his new pet.

"Vicky you will listen to my voice, and only my voice. You want to obey my voice. As you listen to my voice you will suppress your own desires and submit your will to mine. I am your master and your only desire will be to please your master, do you understand?" Nick repeated his instructions to Vicky several times before asking again, "Do you understand Vicky? If you understand respond, yes Master." Vicky obediently answered in her own monotone, "yes Master."

Nick couldn't believe how lucky he had become. Vicky had to be the most suggestible woman on the planet. Nick took every opportunity to reinforce his control over her, over and over and over again.

Before the intrusion of Kat and the police Nick had been bringing Vicky along slowly. After that night he stepped up the hypnotic sessions. Two weeks later Vicky was completely under his control. He was now able to put her into a trance any time he felt like it, and he felt like it often.

On November 2nd, after a night out on the town Nick and Vicky returned to the yacht. This time, however, the yacht weighed anchor and set sail for a private island Nick had purchased in Caribbean.

Kat stood on the dock, and as tears streamed steadily down her cheek, she helplessly watched as the yacht eased out of its slip. She had tried to patch things up with Vicky, but Vicky would not talk to her. She even tried to go through Nick, but that was a dead end as well, now she had mixed emotions, she was fearful of her best friends fate. But relieved that Nick was leaving, she had feared retaliation from him ever since the raid on the yacht. "At least now I'll be able to get a good nights sleep."

Ten days after Nick and Vicky had set sail for the Caribbean Kat returned to an empty apartment after a monotonous day at the office. Her plan was to shower, have a quiet meal then curl up with a good book.

While Kat stood under the shower with the water washing away the tensions of the day, she was oblivious to the shadowy figure who had crept to her front door and was now working away at its' lock with a lock pick.

The intruder had no problem opening the locks on Kat's apartment door.

He entered the apartment setting his large bag down on the floor. The apartment was at first very quiet, but as he made his way in he could hear the shower running. He withdrew a small object from a pocket, took up a position outside the bathroom and waited for his victim.

Kat, completely unaware of the foreign presence in her apartment, completed her shower, toweled herself off, wrapped her hair in a plush terry cloth towel and herself in a plush terry cloth robe and headed for the kitchen.

The intruder was ready and waiting, as Kat walked unsuspectingly past him, he stealthily came up behind her. Suddenly, Kat felt a gloved hand covering her mouth; she panicked and struggled as best she could. Kat was preparing to deliver a painful blow to her attackers groin, when suddenly she felt a shock of current running through her body as the intruder quickly applied the object in his gloved right hand to Kat's neck and pressed the button.

Kat's eyes flew open, she tried to scream, but the hand that covered her mouth kept her voice muffled to a barely audible gurgle. The stun gun pressed against Kat's neck had sent a powerful shock threw her body and she jerked violently in her attacker's arms before passing out.

The intruder then went about preparing the unconscious Kat to be transported to her new life. He started by removing the terry cloth towel and robe from his lifeless victim laying her down on her stomach. He went to his bag and removed a hand held banding machine, which was normally used to apply large plastic bands to boxes and crates.

Drawing Kat's arms behind her back the intruder quickly had a band around her wrists and another pinning her elbows together. Next the machine was used to band Kat's legs, one band went around her left shin binding it to her thigh, then he repeated the process on her right leg banding her right shin to her thigh, but leaving her legs spread apart. The intruder flipped Kat over on her back with her arms under her, her legs drifting apart. With his victim securely bound on the floor, the intruder went to Kat's bathroom, found her hamper and grabbed the panties that had just recently been discarded. He forced open the lower jaw of the unconscious Kat and then stuffed the panties into her mouth; he secured them in place with several strips of duct tape he had removed from his bag.

The intruder retrieved several lengths of nylon rope from his bag, then grabbed Kat's ankles and crossed them forcing her knees far apart. He tied her ankles together then ran a long length of rope down through her crotch up her back and up over her left shoulder. He continued the rope down over her ankles again, another pass through her crotch, up her back and over her right shoulder. The nylon rope allowed the intruder to easily cinch the rope up tight forcing the unconscious Kat into a tight little ball. He played with her exposed twat for a while before arranging the rope on either side of her pussy lips trapping them in a tight little nylon pincher.

Kat's abductor prepared to remove Kat from the apartment; he removed a heavy military style canvas duffle bag from his kit. He positioned the helpless Kat at the open end of the bag, and then began to ease it up over her hips. Once she was about half way inside the bag the abductor lifted up on the sides of bag and Kat hit the floor with a thump as she settled to the bottom of the duffle bag. He closed the inside flap over Kat's head, arranged the eyelets of the bag over the slotted prong and locked the bag closed with a solid padlock.

He carefully gathered up all of his equipment, the gloves he wore made sure that no fingerprints would be left. He then tidied up the apartment making sure that nothing seemed to be disturbed. He even placed the discarded robe and towel in Kat's hamper. After double-checking to make sure every thing was in order he slung the duffle bag over his shoulder, picked up his gear. Then checking to make sure the hall was clear, he exited the apartment locking the door behind him.

He proceeded unobserved to the apartments garage, depositing his gear and his newly acquired prize in the back of his van.

The van moved through the city bouncing its cargo about as it went on its way. Kat came to, but soon realized oblivion was preferable to reality. She could see nothing, could not budge an inch and could only hear the muffled street sounds as the van worked its way to an abandoned warehouse along the docks. Her imagination ran rampant, and if truth were known what was actually in store for her was not too far removed from her fantasies.

Finally the abductor reached his destination. He pulled the van into the warehouse and locked the doors behind him. He opened the back of the van and slung the duffle bag over his shoulder once again. He deposited the duffle bag into an open crate located near the warehouse's waterfront exit.

A layer of foam packing peanuts covered the bottom of the crate. Kat's duffle bag landed atop the pile of foam peanuts with a thud. Fastened to one side of the crate were two oxygen canisters. The abductor then unlocked the duffle bag; he grabbed the bottom of the bag and pulled up. Kat plopped out of the bag and down on top of the foam, she landed on her back, arms under her and her knees crushed into her chest. Her eyes were wide open and panic stricken.

The abductor was amused as he watched his prize struggle in the crate. He leaned over the crate, reached in and yanked the tape from Kat's mouth. Kat let out a blood-curdling scream, muffled only by the panties still inside her mouth. He removed the panties then backed off, a huge grin on his face, and let Kat scream for all she was worth. He knew it was all to no avail, with the doors closed on the warehouse very little sound would escape. And it was unlikely anyone would be around to hear her screams anyway.

He finally tired of Kat's screaming and pleading; he approached the crate again with a syringe in his hand. He carefully injected the powerful sedative into Kat's neck and soon she was quiet once more. Then he made himself comfortable and waited for the boat to arrive.

At about 1:00 in the morning a fishing boat approached the dock outside the warehouse. The abductor now finished his work. He grabbed a breathing apparatus from the wall and hooked it up to the oxygen tanks, and then he forced it into the sleeping Kat's mouth. He secured it in place by wrapping several layers of duct tape around Kat's head. Then he adjusted the values on the oxygen tanks, made sure Kat was breathing okay, and then filled the crate with more of the foam packing peanuts covering the unconscious Kat.

The top of the crate was being nailed down as the crew of the fishing boat entered the warehouse. It took them no time to load the crate on board. And in less than an hour the fishing boat was back at sea carrying the abductor (former special operations Master Sergeant Sam Matthews and his precious cargo), on their way to a small private island in the Caribbean.

End part one