Chapter 6 - Primary Sources
Now, every good degree course involves an element of research. While my new
recruits are not going to be researching anything for a while, research is an
essential part of my activities before taking them on.
In preparation for this group of five I had to carry out my usual trawl through
the primary sources and I now find myself engaged in a essential data collection
exercise.....
"All right, bitch, where's the money?" I push the gun up under the girl's
throat. "Where's the money?" I can be quite aggressive when needed.
"There isn't any, please believe me. There's nothing here."
We are in the administration office of the university faculty. It is early on
Friday evening and the two girls who were just about to close up are wishing
they had done so ten minutes earlier. For them the week-ed is definitely going
to be starting late.
"Get down on the floor, both of you," I bark. It would have been easier if they
weren't here but no matter. In some ways it helps to have some witnesses. "And
get your hands behind your backs." While they do this I turn the key in the
office door and slip the sign round to read "CLOSED" so that no one disturbs us,
"What are you going to do?" The younger of the two seems to want to chat. I'm
not in the mood. Why are they always so impatient to know what happens next?
They find out soon enough, and, anyway, haven't they seen enough movies to be
able to make a half-way reasonable guess?
"Just keep quiet and you won't get hurt. Now do as I say." They both oblige.
They seem pretty intimidated by the gun and the ski mask but even so it's always
a good sign when they start to cooperate. I use cable ties to do the job on
their wrists and ankles. The small blond one whimpers as I jerk the strip tight
around her wrists.
As far as my two captives are concerned this will be a simple robbery. For my
part I just want to get at the student files for a dozen or so prospective
recruits without, of course, raising any suspicions. The search for cash gives
me an excuse to ransack the files.
I tell them to sit up. It is always amusing to watch helpless women wriggling
while bound. I guess that when I stop enjoying that I will know I have got too
old for this little game of ours. They eventually succeed. I lift each of them
up and sit them back on the chairs behind their own desks. I pull some phone
cords and network cables from their sockets (the average office is now a
complete warehouse of bondage goodies) and tie them in place. Hands are tied
back to the chair upright, feet are lifted clear of the ground, waist ties lock
them in the chair and a further length around the knees serves to keep them
steady - standard stuff. I think that gags are going to be more of a problem
until I spot a shopping bag on Blondie's desk - two packs of tights and some new
panties that she must have bought in a shopping trip that lunch time: ideal.
I decide that I don't want to get engaged in the "please don't gag us - we'll
keep quiet" conversation that is almost mandatory in these situations. So for
each in turn I just jam the gun against their head and push a couple of pairs of
panties in their mouths (Blondie's taste in underwear is such that it would take
more than two pairs to make a really good gag but it does for what I need here)
and secure them there with the pantyhose.
To maintain the fiction of a robbery, I let them watch as I turn out their
handbags. There's not much cash and only a couple of credit cards each but I
pocket them anyway. The credit cards provide me with an introduction to my
captives. "Blondie" turns out to be Sue Clark while her younger colleague is
Katie Reed. I try to be polite. They just scowl.
For the last bit I want them blindfolded. Fortunately Katie comes to my rescue.
Sue is wearing a roll neck sweater over a short corduroy skirt but Katie has on
a regular shirt and jeans. I decide the sleeves of Katie's shirt will make fine
blindfolds and flick out my pocketknife, much to the consternation of the two
girls. However, the cables keep them tight to their chairs and Katie can only
squeal into her gag as I cut away the sleeves of her blouse. She's almost
relieved when I tie one across her eyes to blindfold her. Sue gets the other
sleeve and I tell both of them to keep still and quiet while I look for the
money.
I give the office a good turning over, spreading files around and emptying
drawers before heading off into the main file room. I find the files I want
quickly enough. Sue and Katie obviously run an efficient office and it's almost
a shame to make such a mess. I photograph the contents of the files I want and
toss them back into the pile of muddle that I have made. In turning out one of
the desks I find a cash box with five hundred pounds; not much but enough to
justify my having been there.
"I found the cash, you liars," I snarl as I head back into the office. I check
to make sure that they are still tied securely and the gags and blindfolds are
still in place. The two of them struggle and mew as I work around them but they
have been well behaved and haven't really made any progress I getting loose. I
reckon the gags will last about 15 minutes before they get them loose. That is
plenty of time for me.
"Sorry to be leaving," I say. "You are nice looking ladies and I'd have loved to
stay and play. We could have cut some more from that shirt of yours, Katie, to
see what's under there. I am sure that Susie's got a nice pair of tits under her
sweater, too but I don't really have the time. You two stay very still and quiet
until you hear my car leave the car park. Then you can try to get free.
Understand?"
The two of them nod and make affirmative grunts. I bid them farewell and leave.
I pull off my ski mask and walk away from the office. I guess they spend a while
straining to hear the sound of my non-existent car before eventually starting
wriggle free.
As the local paper had it, "University Raider Terrorises Staff". According to
them a violent, masked, gunman had "seized several thousand pounds and tied up
two staff in a vicious attack at the University's administration building".
According to me, I now had the application forms, course details, accommodation
addresses, and selection interview notes for each of my prospective recruits. Oh
yes, and five hundred pounds - why do the press exaggerate so - and some loose
change from the girls. (Also of course I also had the opportunity to meet two
potential recruits if a client ever needs a secretary-slave. No qualifications,
I'll bet, but really effective administrators.)
Anyway, the university admin office burglary gave me a substantial chunk of
information. Nobody gets a Nobel prize for this sort of research but it always
makes the rest of the job easier. I like to get the medical records and their
banking details as well.
The banks are easy - its no effort to create a bogus credit checking company and
they seem only too willing to pass over details of accounts and credit cards.
Medical stuff is usually harder but this time I manage to hack into the
University Clinic's computer systems. In some ways it's a disappointment - I'd
been looking forward to another little burglary spree, perhaps with the benefit
of some of the clinic's nurses trussed up in their cute, white uniforms and
gagged with that really sticky surgical tape. Still it wasn't to be this time
around. I had my data and you really have to quit when you've got all you need.
