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THE STARLET SLAVE 1
joypaine
1. The Escape
Thank God, Ellen thought. Finally, things may be going my way for a change. Who
would have expected to find a police cruiser in this remote corner of Beverly
Hills at this time of night? Or any car at all, for that matter? And believe me,
she thought, I'd be glad to take my chances with a stranger -- any stranger at
all -- rather than to depend on the mercy of that leering pack of rapists back
there.
She was acutely aware of the bizarre figure she must present, hair awry and
flying in the wind, halter and mini-skirt torn from that frantic escape down the
trellis. Heedless of personal safety, she hurled herself into the path of the
patrol car, flagged it to a screeching halt.
The lone officer got out warily, pistol drawn. "OK, miss," he barked. "Both
hands on the car, and spread your legs."
Ellen debated for a moment whether to try to talk him out of frisking her. What
the Hell, she thought. She could hardly blame him. She must look like a fugitive
from the funny farm, or worse. And it would probably take longer to argue him
out of it than it would to make the search. If only he wouldn't take so much
time about it.
"Please make it quick," she begged. "They can't be far behind."
Well, maybe he wasn't quick, but he was pretty goddamned thorough. When Ellen
commented acidly on the great time he must be having, the cop grinned. "Just
following regulations, lady," he answered. "You'd be surprised at where some
broads will stash a gun or a knife. And you must admit that I have some grounds
for suspicion, the way you look.
"Of course, if I had known that you weren't wearing a bra or panties . . . well,
anyway, I know now," he finished happily.
"OK now -- what brings you out here this time of night, looking like this?"
Ellen tried to impress the officer with the urgency of the situation. "Please,"
she breathed desperately, "help me to get out of here. I'm being chased by a
pack of wolves."
The officer chuckled. "Look, lady, the only kind of wolf this side of the zoo is
the two-legged variety."
"That's the kind I mean," Ellen all but screamed. "I'm sure that they've missed
me by now. Please -- just take me anywhere -- get me out of here!"
Her voice, rising in panic, finally stirred the policemen to action.
"OK, lady, I'll go along for the ride. Or maybe I should say that you can come
along for the ride. I guess I can risk enough of the taxpayers' money to take
you downtown, at least.
"But if this is a trick . . ." He let the sentence hang ominously. "OK, climb in
the back."
"In the back?" Ellen's dismay showed in her voice. "Why can't I ride in front
with you, instead of like a prisoner? After all, you frisked me, and you know
that I can't hurt you"
"Regulations, lady," he explained. "And not so stupid, either. How do I know you
don't have a weapon up your snatch? Or that you won't grab the steering wheel
when we get into traffic? No, doll -- if you're going to ride with me, you're
going to sit in the back behind the screen, so I know that I'll be safe."
Ellen could see that she wouldn't be able to change his mind. And she was just
wasting precious time by arguing. She climbed into the back seat, heard him
close the self-locking door behind her. At least those drooling rapists couldn't
get her now.
But she still held her breath until the car put precious miles behind them,
finally pulled to the curb in a well-lighted part of town.
"OK, honey," the officer turned around. "Let's hear your story."
Ellen's words tumbled all over each other. "This -- this pack of men. I was
going to be their sport for the night. They were going to -- to sodomize me."
"Hold it!" the policeman interrupted. "You're talking too fast. And
hysterically. You've got to calm down, talk rationally enough so I can decide
whether to take you into custody as a mental case, or accept your story and
start a wolf hunt.
"Suppose you back up a bit. Tell me how you got into this situation in the first
place. Here . . ." He drew a tape recorder from the glove compartment, held the
microphone up to the screen, near Ellen's lips. Suppose you take it from the
top."
Ellen drew a deep breath, forced herself to relax.
