Once Huntress, now the Hunted *closed*

[BLACK BART]

The heist had been accomplished easily.The guards at the base of the fifteen story building half sleeping and easily over come. The pass code for the elevators having never been changed took only a few seconds to enter. The top floor was much the same, the guard offering to help instead of drawing her weapon, her whimpered protests as the lone thief stripped her, then hog tied and gagged her on top of her desk.

The jewels lay under a hermetically sealed case, the key once hidden in the now nude guards blouse, and that too opened to the man, the final obstacle before removing the jewels and making his escape. Not a word was spoken, not a life taken, the cameras recording a black masked figure that walked easily despite his tall and muscled body, his blue eyes shielded from the probing lenses by a set of mirrored glasses.

Far away an alarm went off, the pressure change as the seal was disturbed triggering, and several cars were dispatched to find the crime scene occupied by two sleeping guards below and one pissed off female above. It seemed to be a cold case, no evidence other than the bound guards and missing jewels, a "perfect job" that only one person might be able to crack...

And that, was exactly, what the dark, masked figure was counting on...

[Sinful_whispers]

Claire Blake stood behind the chief’s desk listening to him explain the latest heist to Claire and a few other fellow detectives. This wasn’t her first big case but it was one of many that the guys tended to cut her out of if they could, she was a threat to them and she didn’t give a rat’s ass. Anna stood 5’8, had dark brown eyes, long dark brown hair and a body that wouldn’t stop. Last time she measured in for a uniform her measurements were 32-26-35 which measured up to one fit bitch physical wise.

This was the third robbery committed the same way and from how it looks the same guy. There were no leads, the robber was slick, and he covered his track every way possible. Claire grabbed the file and started paging through it as the chief continued talking. The department heads were getting pissed, each level of the force was getting pressured from the one above. Anna stepped out of the office as her follow detectives followed she took her seat at her desk and began jotting similarities of each case down on a sheet of paper. It was her night to be out on call and she wasn’t looking forwards to it by far.

It was three hours into her shift as she cruised down the street looking over the stores and watching as the kids gathered on the corners, some looking for trouble, others for drugs and the rest well just looked for a place to fit in. She knew most of the kids and the kids knew her, hey knew she was a hard ass detective and would bust them in a heartbeat for their own good if she caught them doing anything they shouldn’t be.

The case was running through her mind over and over, she needed to break it; she needed to prove once more that she wasn’t just a pretty face behind the badge. The more she thought about it the more pissed she got, she drove around all night till her shift ended, she returned to the station and started watching the videos again and again looking for some sort of clue. Claire scribbled notes on a pad and slowly everything was coming together for her, she could crack it if she had the one missing piece she needed.

Instead of going home she went to the scene of the second jewel heist and stood outside the building, each job was the same, man in black and no clues…she went home and began looking into old cases in the past five years using keywords that could give her some sort of tie between them all…she just needed to find out where he fucked up at, nobody is that prefect.

After a good night sleep she returned back to the scene of the crime, she lifted the yellow crime tape and pressed the buzzer and a guard came and left her in. He said the scene hadn’t been touched since they left the night before which means if there was something left there to find she could and would be able to find it. Claire began at point A and worked her way around the crime scene with a fine tooth comb.

[BLACK BART]

The stooped man smiled and watched the woman work over the crime scene, knowing he was watching a professional operate and a determined one at that, for she covered the room inch by inch and did so even when she was forced to her hands and knees...

"If ya lookin for clues I dun told the other two where ta look, bud den I doubt they listened as the garbage has been down der for days and is a bit ripe?"

He laughed a toothless smile and regarded the well shaped woman, wishing mentally he was thirty years younger and the female was blind...

"Ya see I clean these rooms and did so before the cops arrived the nite o the robbery, nobuhdy told me ta do otherwise, so if ya lookin for clues, yahs goota look down der"

His eyes gleamed and withered lips cracked into a smile, his amusement at the situation quickly revealed in his next caustic statement and demand.

"Ya's got ta hurry though, the bin is due to be dumped and ders no stoppin it cuz the garbage never stops cummin, but iffin ya wants help I can do it... for a price?"

[Sinful_whispers]

"If ya lookin for clues I dun told the other two where ta look, bud den I doubt they listened as the garbage has been down der for days and is a bit ripe?" She heard a voice say as she snapped her head around and looked to the toothless man. Claire felt him looking over her as she was down on all fours with her ass up in the air.

"Ya see I clean these rooms and did so before the cops arrived the nite o the robbery, nobuhdy told me ta do otherwise, so if ya lookin for clues, yahs goota look down der”. She hated the way he laughed; she shook her head and pushed herself back to her knees and then got up on both feet and looked to him.

“Everyone was told to stay out of here, which included you. I could run your ass in for tampering with evidence. Jesus Christ!” Clair blurted out as she could feel the anger build within he. She looked at him, looked into his eyes, his smile was more a smart assed grin, and she huffed a breath. “Fucking people never listen, I swear.”

"Ya's got ta hurry though, the bin is due to be dumped and ders no stoppin it cuz the garbage never stops cummin, but iffin ya wants help I can do it... for a price?" He said to her as they stood there looking at each other like a gun fighting draw.

“Listen, don’t try and feed me some shit about it costing me for your help, you already screwed the case up by tampering with evidence.” Claire pushed her way past him and went down to the dumpster area as quickly as she could and began to yank bags of trash from the dumpster and piling them up.

She could hear the garbage truck headed down the street and began cussing under her breath as she put the last bag in the pile and stood there waiting foe the truck to come by. As it did she watched as it backed up and listened to the beeping sound and quickly she walked up beside it and banged on the door stopping it. “No pick up here today, this is a crime scene get out of here.” She turned and walked away and began to rip open the first bag.

Claire wasn't afraid of work, clean or dirty she was going to do whatever she needed to nail this guys balls to the wall.

[BLACK BART]

"Ise did as ya asked, right?"

The old man leered out the balcony from across the street, the figure of the Detective clearly moving inside the mess and digging relentlessly for clues.

"Yes, you did exactly as I asked, now did you leave the tool in the bag as I asked?"

"I sure did sonny, now gimme ma pay an I can skeedaddle"

The figure behind the old man did just that, the bills changing hands and the old man quickly counting it, then even quicker disappearing out the door.

The tool was just that, something the man had used to break the seal, a delicate piece of work crafted by an artist in an obscure town in Sweden, the very place the dark figure intended to be when the Detective below put it all together.

"Soon we'll meet Claire, and then you'll understand everything..."

[Sinful_whispers]

Claire dug through the trash bag by bag, she about gagged when it came to the week old left over food found in one bag a held her breath opening a few others as she grumbled and cussed out loud turning her head and dry heaving.

She tossed bag after bag into the big green dumpster as she finished going through them, sure she could have called for help but why bother she knew her fellow ‘brother’s’ would just take their time getting there and stand around anyways while she did the work.

Opening another bag she stuck her hand in and quickly pulled it out feeling the warm spaghetti that stuck to her fingers. Shaking it off she looked around and blew a breath from her lips blowing the hair away from her face before she used her shoulder to take care the rest. She reached back down in shook her head second guessing her idea, knotting the bag she tossed it up over her shoulder into the dumpster with the rest and stood up stretching.

Claire looked around, her sixth sense told her she was being watched but she didn’t know from what direction, she shielded her eyes from the morning sun and scanned along the building seeing nothing. She reached for the next bag and emptied it out on the ground figuring somebody else can clean it up when she’s done.

She pushed a few things around with the side of her running sneaker and watched as the sun hit something shiny. She squatted down and pushed away the shredded paper and used a small piece of paper to lift it up to examine it. It was a long thin tool like a slim-jim people used to break into cars with. She noticed the scratches at the end of the flat surface and wrapped it up sticking it in her pocket.

Claire headed back to the station and sat at her desk and began combing the police site once more using keywords till she looked at a picture that caught her attention, it was the same tool she found that was used in a similar robbery over ten years back.

She wrote down the address of who made the tool and folded the paper and stuck it in her pocket as she leaned in the chief’s door and spoke out, “Chief I need a few days off umm...ahh...well a family emergency has just come up…”

“Last minute notice Claire not sure I can do that…”

“Listen it’s a death I need to go, just give me a week I’ll take it unpaid…” Claire responded and with that said she grabbed her bag from aside her desk chair and headed home. Once home she made a few calls got a ticket to Sweden and packed a bag with enough clothing for a week.

It was a long flight and to many connections she thought as she woke up looking out of the plane window as the plane was placing its landing gear down as they neared the SAAB airport in Sweden. This would be an adventure for she’d never been out of the states…

The plane landed and she grabbed her bag and looked around for a taxi, she haired one and gave the drive a piece of paper with a hotel name on it that she found online and made reservations at. The flight was long, she checked in, went to her room and took a hot shower and crawled into bed knowing when she got up she needed to be in cop mode.

[BLACK BART]

"Sir, she's checked in"

"Under her own name and has she contacted anyone?"

Brannigan looked up from the portfolio he was studying, then stood and stretched to his full six foot height, his gray eyes wandering across the expensively furnished room he called his office.

"She used a pseudonym and no contacts, our man in the hotel says she went straight to the room, the water ran and now it's quiet."

"Good, have him watch her and contact me via cell when she leaves. Is the warehouse ready?"

"Yes, Sir as you instructed, will you be leaving us for a while?"

"In a few minutes, yes, I need to gather a few things and reschedule my appointments, won't you?"

"Yes, Sir, Of course"

The man walked stiff backed out of the room and Brannigan returned to the folder, the eyes and face of the woman seeming to leap from the page, her record with the L.A.P.D. nearly flawless, and her physical stats assuring him she'd have the stamina to make it through his "courses".

He closed the folder and slipped it into an attache, moving to a rear door of the room that led to a garage where his ebony colored Koenigsegg CCR sat waiting and he dropped the attache and top coat on top of his other bag in the passengers seat.

The trip to the "warehouse" was a pleasant one, the perfect roads taking him into the southern tip of Sweden and directly to the converted farm outside of Copenhagen that he referred to as the warehouse.

The farm had been created in the early 1900's, a communal production facility for the government with housing for fifty workers and equipment to maintain, harvest and store a large crop before transporting it directly to the Baltic Sea Ports and abroad.

Technology had quickly closed the farm down and Brannigan was able to purchase the holdings and business titles for a tenth of it's value, then set about to convert it into a much more profitable venture.

That venture being the acquisition, merchandising and sale of the human body...

"Good Morning Sarah, I see the new security system is in place, how is it working?"

He pulled to the wrought iron metal gate and spoke into the screen, the green eyes of the receptionist sparkling brightly as she recognized him.

"Flawlessly Mr Hartman, we're able to track and if need be, immobilize anything on the grounds or within a ten meter distance outside the wired fences."


"Excellent, Tell Bruno I want to see him at the training room and I'll see you later, hmm?"

Brannigan hummed a tune as the gates rolled open, piloting his car down the manicured drive to park it before the main doors that led into the three story wooden faced house. He spent the rest of the early morning touring the facilities and greeting the "Staff", a group of like minded men and women who helped indoctrinate all the new recruits and eventually turned them out as a highly refined and polished product.

"Good to see you again Bruno, we're expecting a guest from over seas, she's special and I'm going to supervise her training.... personally, I hope you don't mind?

[Sinful_whispers]

Claire woke up and looked out she was glad she had grabbed a heavier coat; she stood there at the window and sighed softly wishing she were there for any other reason than work. She knew this was probably a one shot deal to come there and wouldn’t even get to sightsee.

She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, once it got hot she stepped into it and stood there letting the water run over her body. She thought about what she was going to do, and came down to just grabbing a bite to eat and then heading into Copenhagen to see how close a town called Tanrby was since that’s where this small shop was and how she could get there.

Not being able to speak the language made it twice as tough, she figured maybe she could find a translation book that went from English to Swedish and work from there without feeling like an embarrassed ass. She pondered calling her ex husband and letting him know where she was and then changed her mind knowing he was probably out being the week of the holiday.

After drying off she dug through her suitcase and pulled out a pair of jeans, a sweater, panties and bar and got dressed, she towel dried her hair, brushed it out and then blew it dry. Running her fingers through it she pushed part of it to the one side letting it dangle down with the rest. She added a small amount of make up and then put her sneakers on and she grabbed her coat with the piece of paper and headed out making sure she had her gun on her, badge , cuffs and I.D.

Finding a coffee café right around the corner from the hotel she went in grabbed a coffee and muffin and sat there enjoying it, looking around she watched as people shuffled along the town sidewalks with places to go. She sighed as she finished eating and then went out trying to hail a taxi, she grumbled as she showed the address and most shook their heads no.

This was not her fucking day she thought. Finally a cabbie pulled up after she stood there flagging one after another down and asked him to take her to Copenhagen. He nodded and she got in. Claire showed him the address and he nodded and left her know that where she was looking for wasn’t in Tarnby but on the outskirts of Copenhagen in a small shopping section and that he would take her there. He spoke decent enough English for her to understand.

The ride seemed to take forever, she drove down a small narrow bumpy cobblestone road and pulled up before this small store front and pointed to it. Claire paid him and got out looking about. She watched as he pulled away and then turned looking through the dingy glass of the shop, and realized the place didn’t even seem to exist anymore."Fuck, I cannot get a break" she mumbled.

[BLACK BART]

"Miss Claire Blake of the N.Y.P.D., I presume?"

Brannigan had waited long enough to make sure the cabby was out of sight and that it had sunk into the dark haired woman's mind she was, at least, temporarily stranded...

"Brannigan Hartman, Interpol..."

Long enough to take her right there and then if he wanted to, having no witnesses and gauging she hadn't had time to pull her weapon, or seen the inclination of a threat...

"Your name, like any officer going overseas these days triggered the standard alert, and when we checked in with your department your Chief seemed to think it might not be strictly for pleasure and you could possibly use some, what was the phrase... ahh yes, back up?"

He smiled pleasantly and offered his ID, not worried of it being called a forgery as it was indeed the real thing.

"I noticed you leaving as I pulled up to your Hotel and tailed your cab, it seems that was a wise move on my part, for the nearest phone is 5 clicks south of here and your American cell phones won't work.... So if you wouldn't mind riding along? I've got one other stop to make out here, incidentally it might tie into your case... and while I drive we could compare notes?"

He smiled again and relaxed into the right hand seat, his eyes traveling over the curves under the sweater and how the jeans fit her well shaped legs, then raising to meet her eyes as he waited for the reply...

[Sinful_whispers]

"Miss Claire Blake of the N.Y.P.D., I presume?"

Claire quickly turned feeling startled as a deep male voice was heard, and more so somebody used her name when nobody knew she was going there or who she even was. Looking both ways quickly she then looked back to the man knowing he might be her only way out of there. Claire was a little skeptical of answering him about who she was at first, she looked him over head to toe and back up memorizing everything about him she could as quickly as possible. Her eyes met his when he spoke again… "Brannigan Hartman, Interpol..."

“Mind if I ask how you figured out who I may be and can I see I.D please?” Claire asked not exactly saying if she was Claire Blake or not till she got an explanation first. Her eyes scanned around again, he took all she could in around her and tried taking a photograph of it in her mind which she was very good at.

"Your name, like any officer going overseas these days triggered the standard alert, and when we checked in with your department your Chief seemed to think it might not be strictly for pleasure and you could possibly use some, what was the phrase... ah-h yes, back up?" He said and Claire relaxed a bit as she forgot she used her real name on her passport which means anyone else could easily hunt her down as well if need be. They would take a while needing to see where and when she used it and then tying it all into this whole investigation after she told them it was a family thing.

Claire felt a red flag when he said about her needing back-up; she also wondered how he would know she was there for an investigation or for pleasure. She looked carefully over his I.D. but the problem was she wouldn’t know if it was real or not. Claire noticed his smile a few times, he had a smile one would call a ‘Cheshire cat’ smile, it was nice but there was something about it she couldn’t pin point.

"I noticed you leaving as I pulled up to your Hotel and tailed your cab, it seems that was a wise move on my part, for the nearest phone is 5 clicks south of here and your American cell phones won't work.... So if you wouldn't mind riding along? I've got one other stop to make out here, incidentally it might tie into your case... and while I drive we could compare notes?" He said as his eyes moved over her form.

A brow raised as she listened to him speak, something was telling her not to go but it seemed she fucked up and didn’t think about making the cab wait for her, and if he was telling the truth and from the way the town looked he most likely was due to the ‘ghost town’ appearance around her she had no choice but to go along with him. “I’m not sure how you came to the assumption I was on a case, but since you seem to be the only way I’m going to get back to my hotel I’ll take the ride offered.” Claire said to him in apprehension and followed him to his car.

[BLACK BART]

He held the door for her as she moved into his car, enjoying the grace she showed as she swung her long legs in and how her full breasts swayed under the sweater she wore, his mind imagining those breasts bare and being mauled under his own strong hands.

"So how did you get your firearm past inspections so quickly, Miss Blake? The 24 hour rule still applies and you've only been here less than one day?"

He grinned and slid into his own seat to start the car and swing it around in the weed filled drive and then out onto the road, his eyes meeting hers as he drove and she answered.

"We're going to a facility that is maximum security, so you'll either have to stash it in my cubby, or face the standard search and give it to them there, just a friendly warning, you know?"

He grinned and drove smoothly, the car handling well as they passed an ancient but massive truck on the narrow two lane, and Brannigan studied his guests profile once they were past.

"It's all because of paperwork, you see, that I made this trip in the first place? I forgot to sign in a new prisoner and now have to do so before the facility is forced to release them, which would be a shame because it took me years to get them there in the first place?"

He smiled as the interior of the car warmed up and she shrugged out of her jacket, the action causing her body to move erotically and breasts to stretch the front of her sweater even tighter...

"You know how bloody tedious paperwork can be, don't you? I'd love to skip it ALL and jump straight to the real work myself, but we've got to make the bureaucrats happy too, don't we?"

He laughed, knowing she had done just that, her presence off U.S. not being known and once it was????

"We're here"

He pulled up to a heavy metal gate and waited until a pair of armed guards moved up to each side of the car to roll his window down, the cool air rushing in and chilling the interior as the guard politely asked for his ID.

"Who's the Lady, Chief Hartman?"

The guard asked over inspecting Brannigan's papers, handing them back as he received an explanation.

"Detective Blake of the N.Y.P.D., I can vouch for her, she's covering a case that Interpol is interested in as well."

"Alright Sir, please make sure all sidearms are checked in before you enter the main buildings, have a good day."

The guard saluted and backed away, his partner who had obviously been ogling the female detectives breasts and now prominent nipples giving his partner a lewd wink and a grin as they moved into the small guard shack.

"Seems they liked you Detective Blake, last person I came out here with they tried to shoot!"

Brannigan joked and drove through as the metal gate rolled back, then pulled up to the outside of the three storied building, to park the car and turn to face his passenger.

"I do suggest you leave any and all weapons in the cubby... though it's your choice... now shall we?"

He stepped out and moved to her door, opening it and once again enjoying the sight of her graceful body moving, her hand warm in his own as he offered it and helped her to her feet.

"How long do you plan to be with us Detective Blake?"

He made small talk as they moved inside, the warmth of the room making the jackets unneeded and Brannigan taking advantage of hooks aligned on one wall to unburden his own.

"Care to leave yours as well? It won't leave without you, I promise?"

He offered and smiled, moving behind her to help her slip out of it, his hip brushing her own as she turned inside it then moved away.

"Mmmm, you work out, I see?"

He observed and hung her jacket, then led the way through an open arch-way, the lights overhead flashing green as he stepped through and waited for her to follow. She was a beauty, without the jacket she had a figure that made a man want to see more, and the way she carried herself made it easy to admire...

Claire stepped through and the lights flashed red, followed by a clamoring of bells and the arrival of another pair of burly, hard eyed guards.

"You've set off the weapons alert, Miss, you'll need to come with us and wait until we can get a female guard here to search you."

The largest stated politely and waited for Claire's reply, his eyes wary and hand hovering over his own un-flapped holster and the weapon inside.

"How long will that be Sergeant?"

Brannigan queried softly, knowing the answer before it was given...

"Four hours before she comes on duty, Chief, that is IF the roads stay clear with the fog that sets in."

"And what other alternative do we have, can we leave and come back....?"

Brannigan played the game and waited for his answer, his eyes moving to the female detective as the guard supplied it.

"No Sir, Regulations clearly state once the alarm is sounded the suspect is held until cleared, and the only way to clear a female is either with another female doing so or IF the suspect signs off with a release!"

[Sinful_whispers]

Claire walked with him to the car, she watched as he opened the door for her like a gentleman which made her smile. It was the little things that sometimes made a persons day. She turned and sat in the car and then drew her legs in following the rest of her body and turned facing front as she put her seatbelt on and secured herself in the passenger seat as he closed the door behind her.

"So how did you get your firearm past inspections so quickly, Miss Blake? The 24 hour rule still applies and you've only been here less than one day?" He asked her as she figured if he wasn’t going to answer anything she asked she would just blow his questions off as well.

Clair tried being rude but it wasn’t her style; she waited as he was situated in his seat and she looked out the window as he swung the car around and then turned catching him looking at her in return. “It was easy if you know what to do and being a detective I do. When you deal with some of the sewer rats we do you learn tricks of the trade quite easily.”

She watched and self consciously sucked in her breath and held it while they passed a truck on a narrow bridge not letting it out till they were safely off it. She wasn’t too happy about giving up her gun to him, she thought that was a rather stupid rule especially wince she was a detective but rules were rules she thought and would comply since she wasn’t in her own country.

Claire listened to him speak as she took in the scenery around her, her mind photographing it as he drove and spoke. She wasn’t much for talking she was more a do kind of person and talk later. Not looking over to him she nodded, “yes I do understand about paperwork there seems never to be enough time to do it all and always seems too much of it to do.”

He had the heat so high in the car that Claire was beginning to sweat, she leaned forth enough to maneuver her jacket off, it took a bit if doing since she had the seat belt on and refused it take it off. Her body twisted and turned in the seat as she arched her back and pushed her breasts forth as she got it off one arm then the other and placed it over her lap.

"We're here" he said as she looked up and saw the high heavy metal gates and a pair of armed guards standing there acting as security for the place. She watched as one guard came to each side of the car, he put his window down while Claire kept hers up and just looked at the guard. She listened as the guard asked for I.D. and then heard him cover for her as she got a shiver as the colder air rushed through the window and quickly filled the car with coolness.

Claire caught the gestures between the two guards and shrugged it off as typical piggish male behavior, she knew if she had a crack at them she could easily take them down one by one, she worked out and it showed with her toned as well as muscular form. “Yea I caught the looks between the two, I’m used to it. Well It isn’t very easy being a female detective on a squad full of egotistical men that feel your incompetent and afraid you might be better than them.”

She politely laughed at his jokes as they drove through the gates, it seemed to take forever for them to roll back and part open. He parked the car and got out and reminded her about her weapon once again. He walked around and opened her door, his hand was offered and she took it thinking it was another gentleman way, and smiled as she placed her jacket back on after he helped her to her feet. Claire turned and placed her gun in the glove compartment and then closed the door behind her.

They talked on the way in, “I only plan on being here a week or less nothing more. Though it does seem I can’t get the information I need anyway unless I can hunt down the owner that used to own that shop I was at where you met me. There’s really no need for me to stick around if I can’t.”

He stopped and took his jacket off and then moved behind her and offered her help as well, she was far from used to being treated this way, she enjoyed it but she never expected it. “Yes Sir I work out daily morning and night twice a day. I have boxing skills as well have been training for many a years.”

He hung her jacket for her where he hung his, right aside it as she observed his just out of natural reaction. He turned and he asked her to follow as Claire looked around and watched as he walked through the arch way where the lights were flashing green, it was her turn next and she stepped forth to go through and as she did the lights quickly flashed to red and an alarm went off in an almost deafening sound.

Two huge ass guards came at her and told her she set off some sort of alarm and she needed to go with them. ‘Fuck!’ she thought as she was escorted away. “I don’t have a weapon on me I left it behind ask the detective I was with.” She said as she grumbled and her face took onn a very pissed off expression.

Claire listened to the whole conversation between the men, she turned to Brannigan and gave him a look like to stick up for her or help her.” You saw me place my gun in the cubby in the car, what the hell is this all about? “

“If I had another weapon on me I would have made sure I left it behind as well the only thing I have is a set of keys. My shield is hidden elsewhere…now can you please release me to Brannigan or some shit? This is not necessary I came in here and so I didn’t make it through the metal detector, normally you ask a person to empty their pockets or run a wand over them like at the airports. Fucking frisk me damn it, it’s not like I need to get naked for fuck sake!’

[BLACK BART]

"Frisking is EXACTLY what we planned to do Ma'am, now assume the position"

The larger of the pair growled a reply, then grinned as he flexed his hands and moved eagerly forward.

"You see pretty Lady the rules are different over here, we KNOW what kind of sluts you American women are, and love to put you in your place!"

He gripped her ass with one massive hand and laughed as she tried to swing an elbow, blocking the blow to grip the back of her neck and force her to the edge of a desk.

"Legs WIDE, just like you sluts enjoy it... and hands on the desk bending forward sweetheart"

The burly guard laughed as he man handled the woman to the desk and kicked her legs wide, then rammed a hand under her skirt to fondle her.

"Think I found a dangerous weapon up here gentleman... and it bears further investigation, will you give me a hand?"

His laughter covered the footsteps of the second guard, his hand cruelly groping between the lady detectives thighs he turned her to face the second mans groping hands.

"Check under that blouse buddy, something tells me she's got a pair of weapons there too!"

[Sinful_whispers]

"Frisking is EXACTLY what we planned to do Ma'am, now assume the position" She turned quickly to the detective she came with and looked to him with a look that could kill.

“What the fuck is this shit? I’m an officer f the law I might not be the law here but I know my damn rights and you have NO reason to frisk me plus as you stated there needs to be a female present and a female doing the search!” Claire felt her mood change real quick as she grew frustrated and angry being placed in this position.

"You see pretty Lady the rules are different over here, we KNOW what kind of sluts you American women are, and love to put you in your place!" She heard him say as she turned her head and glared at each man standing there.

“Slut? What the fuck is wrong with you people? Where the hell do you get off thinking just because I’m an American female I’m a slut? I’m a fucking detective assholes now let me out of this place NOW! She demanded as her breathing changed and her breaths grew deeper as her chest rose and fell faster…harder.

Claire felt her tight ass grabbed as she fired back with her elbow feeling the attempt blocked and her neck grabbed as she struggled as he tried to get her closer to the desk as she growled out and struggled the best she could but knew they were stronger than her and it wasn’t a one on one thing which made her even more pissed off, she didn’t deserve to be treated like a fucking common prisoner by them.

"Legs WIDE, just like you sluts enjoy it... and hands on the desk bending forward sweetheart" he said as she fought against him and lost unwillingly being pushed against the desks edge. Her hair hung down covering the angered look upon her face as she clenched her teeth and stopped struggling enough to regain her strength and breath.

Claire didn’t listen as her feet pressed tight against each other; her hands clenched the edge of the desk as she looked around for anything she could use as a weapon to grab and use against them and eyed nothing in close view where she could grab quickly.

She heard the bastard laugh as he got her into the position he was seeking, she felt her feet forced apart as his large heavy foot came through her calves and spread her legs apart as his hand quickly went under her skirt as she released her fingers from the edge and tried to twist her upper body enough where she could elbow him. Her foot pulled back as she tried to slam it down against his foot hard enough to maybe hurt him enough to cause him to release her so she could make a run for it.

"Think I found a dangerous weapon up here gentleman... and it bears further investigation, will you give me a hand?" the first guard said as she felt his hand up under her searching around as the second one came over and rammed his hand up between her legs as she screamed out.

"Check under that blouse buddy, something tells me she's got a pair of weapons there too!"

Clair yanked her hips around trying to get their hands out from under her skirt, she glared at the detective again that brought her there, ‘You bastard! You fucking ignorant asshole you set me up!” she screamed out as her breasts were mulled by a big hand of the second guard.

She began to twist and turn as Claire felt like a cat caught and trapped into a corner as she wasn’t going to go anywhere willingly she knew her rights and they were beyond them as they violated her. She was thinner and fit, there was no way they could hold her against her will as she unleashed part of herself she learnt in training and began to swing, kick and struggle to get away from them while yelling out.

"I'll have every one of your badges or whatever the fuck after this!"

[BLACK BART]

Brannigan smiled with pleasure and watched the show unfold before his eyes. For every blow she dealt out to either man she received one in return. When she elbowed the larger man he cuffed her brutally across the face. When she drove her foot down on his own the man in front ripped her blouse open. She swung a punch and connected with the jaw of the man in front of her and he grinned, wiped the blood off his lip, then backhanded with enough force to stagger her.

She was tough and mad, Brannigan observed, had she not been so angry she might have gotten away when she tried, her heaving breasts now visible as she twisted out of the grasp of one man and slipped past the other to run for the doorway.

"Let me GO"

She screamed at them as she found the door locked and turned, the pair of men right behind her to start the abuse all over again, her long leg flashing out to kick the first and drop him only to have the second man throw a punch that hit her square on her pretty jaw and drive her back hard against the wall.

She was stunned, Brannigan could see that, and so could the men as they rushed her, hands lashing out to slap her brutally and tear at her clothes, the attack lasting long minutes until she stood dressed only in her erotic underwear and glared at one of them as he swung a closed fist into her trim stomach.

"That will be enough gentlemen"

Brannigan called the pair off and moved forward as they backed away, then left the room with satisfied grins on their faces, his hand lifting her chin to force her to look up at him from her bent over position.

"Detective Claire Blake of the N.Y.P.D., you came her looking for a bad man, thinking you could catch him and take him home... Well it's you that's been caught, and now you're going to pay for your naive attitude..."

He grinned and lifted a pair of heavy handcuffs, making quick working of snapping them cruelly over her wrists to pin her arms behind her, laughing as she tried to kick him and delivering a slap that snapped her head to one side in return.

"Careful, I don't want to bruise you too badly, you see I've been waiting for you for several years now."

[Sinful_whispers]

Claire felt each blow that was given to her and if it wasn’t for her being inn good shape the sucker punch to her stomach would have really hurt worse than what it had. The ones to the face were painful, her jaw ached as did the sides of her face where she was punched and backhanded. Claire licked the inside of her mouth and she could taste the blood.

Once she regained her composure she felt her lugs hurt, herb chest ached with each breath she sucked inn, but she wasn’t going down without a fight. As soon as she saw and opening she took it and got away from the oversized guard and ran for the door.

When she got there she realized it was locked and before she knew it she looked over her shoulder and seen the two guards rushing her like linebackers on a football team. “Let me go!” she screamed and yanked on the door as she felt them crush her against it almost knocking the wind out of her.

Her hair stuck to her face where either there was blood and spit smeared on her cheek and around her mouth or chin or to her forehead where beads of sweat formed. She turned and kicked when she could not caring at all where she kicked but just kicked. Then punched, she swung out before her hitting there again wherever she could not giving a fuck, she was like a wild cat with her claws out.

Once again they started to her again, each smack, or elbow to her ribs or stomach seemed to suck a bit more life from her till she was nearly worn out. The last backhand from one of the guards put her sailing into the wall behind her where she felt the back of her head connect with it as well as the rest of her and almost went down as she staggered to stand before them looking like death worn over.

Her mouth filled with blood as she winced when she swallowed it, she spat at their feet and looked at the crimson red coloring that formed small pools on the floor. Claire used her forearm as she brought it up slowly feeling the aches and pains in her body and wiped the blood from her nose that trickled down either into her mouth or over her lips.

"That will be enough gentlemen" The detective said as she felt faint and leaned against the wall as she felt as if her knees were going to give and she soon would be laying face down on the floor or slumped over against the wall.

Claire lifted her head as she felt the burning inside her lungs as she breathed inwards, the door unlocked as the two guards left leaving her and the detective along in the room. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of his shoes against the floor as he walked closer and then gripped her chin and raised her face to look into her eyes as she held her gut with her arms crossed over her stomach.

"Detective Claire Blake of the N.Y.P.D., you came her looking for a bad man, thinking you could catch him and take him home... Well it's you that's been caught, and now you're going to pay for your naive attitude..."

He pulled out a pair of cuffs as placed them around her slender wrists. Claire felt the coldness of the steel against her warm sweaty flesh as they tightened behind her back as she stood up straight with a groan. She tried to kick back and connect with him ad that caused her to receive a slap to the face sending her face the other way as she cried out in pain again.

Claire has questions as well and she wanted to know how the fuck that bastard knew about her and why she was there, nobody knew anything and she never said a word.

"Careful, I don't want to bruise you too badly; you see I've been waiting for you for several years now."

Hearing that really confused her but for now she just bit her tongue and listened taking everything in as she tried to focus and find a way out. She needed to regain her composure and think, think of how she could get out of this and think how he knew who she was.

Claire didn’t care about standing there in her panties, she was seen in less and right now she could give a fuck less she just needed to lay down before she threw up all over the floor.

Nothing he fucking said made sense and it bugged the hell out of her, she wanted answers....

[BLACK BART]

Brannigan laughed as the anger on Claire's pretty face turned to confusion and he began to explain as he bodily lifted her to drop her on her back first on top of a desk.

"You're property, filling a contract, I've been hired to collect prime specimens like you and then prepare them for their owners. You were tough, being a high profile detective, so I came up with the ruse of creating an elusive false jewel thief that would make you want him so badly you'd go to any length to catch him."

He gripped an ankle and tied it the edge of the table, received a stunning kick from her free foot before gaining control of it and tying it down as well, then stood over her bound form to admire her.

"You coming over here, without anyone knowing? That was priceless. My own people quietly asked questions and not ONE person has a clue? You effectively sealed your fate and made it too easy to snag you"

He kicked off the brakes on each wheel of the table, smiling as she cursed him and struggled to free herself, his eyes studying her body to make sure nothing was ruined or blemished, wanting to make sure he didn't start and waste his time. He rolled her out of the half destroyed room and down a wide hall, punching a button that opened a pair of elevators as he smiled at her.

"You were stupid and are going to pay for it, and I'm going to reap the profit... Any more questions before we begin?"

[Sinful_whispers]

Claire stood there cuffed with her hands behind her back wearing nothing but her fancy laced panties as he stood before her and just laughed like the asshole he was. His eyes scanned her face as well as her body checking her out for injuries, what was at least able to be seen, she moved so it wasn’t as if anything was broken.

He lifted her and placed her on the desk back first as she winced and whimpered trying to curl up in a ball but couldn’t. "You're property, filling a contract, I've been hired to collect prime specimens like you and then prepare them for their owners….
He stated and continued on while Claire tried to take all the information in still confused because they were from two different parts of the world…and who in the hell would want her, who would buy her she wasn’t anything special she was just a fucking detective from the city.

He was right on every account she did come there without knowledge to anyone, she fucked up badly and this could cost her, her life. She felt the ties that bound her ankles as he secured her to the table, she breathed in slowly and laid there looking up and not at him as she took in everything.

Claire felt the table jar as he released each of the brakes and then began to push her out of the room rolling her down a hallway to a set of elevators and pushed a button as they waited for the doors to open.

"You were stupid and are going to pay for it, and I'm going to reap the profit... Any more questions before we begin?"

“Who hired you, and why was I chosen? Why was I brought here and not just sought out in the states and made this all fucking easier?” she asked. “There’s millions of other women out there that are better than me to pick why the fuck was I singled out? do i know this person...this buyer and whats going to happen to me?"

[BLACK BART]

“Who hired you, and why was I chosen? Why was I brought here and not just sought out in the states and made this all fucking easier?” she asked. “There’s millions of other women out there that are better than me to pick why the fuck was I singled out? do i know this person...this buyer and whats going to happen to me?"


He laughed at her in the elevator and studied her face, wondering if he should torment her by making her guess, then mentally shrugging as he found no real use for doing so.

"Milton Lancaster, you put his son in jail and he died less than a year later. I wanted to take you right away but he wanted you out of the states, someplace where he could enjoy you, and since I operate out of here?"

He shrugged his shoulders and the elevator lurched, the doors opening to show a high ceiling, cement walled room that he wheeled her into.

"He paid good money for you, plus expenses and a bonus for preparing you, a man in my profession can't be choosy, only closed mouth."

He locked the wheels once the table rested in the center of the room, flipped on a set of lights that focused on her body and the center of the room, then moved to a drawer to pull it open and lift a syringe and a harness of wires and wicked looking clamps.

"I was a Doctor you see, made quite a name for myself in the field of controlled reactions, but then the use of my procedures was deemed..... unprofitable"

He lifted the syringe and purged the needle of air, to push it into her thigh and pump the contents of it into her body, his lips curling into a smile as she cried out and cursed him in the same breath.

"One has to adapt, don't we Claire, make changes in our lives we don't want to..."

[Sinful_whispers]

His laugh echoed within the elevator as the doors closed and it began to move as she laid there looking around at the walls and then the ceiling. Claire knew she was trapped so it didn’t matter if she found a way out or a possibility or not, she was fucked.

"Milton Lancaster…” he said and then filled her I on the rest of it. Claire remembered the son and she remembered arresting him and reading that he died in prison a year later. He deserved it for what he did to about five women, the way he brutally assaulted them and then killed them in ways that would make a normal person’s stomach turn.

“The fucking bastards deserved it, parents still never found pieces of their girls…their daughters…”Claire said as she felt the elevator stop and the sound of the doors opening as she glanced about. The ceiling in the room was high as she looked up at it and left her eyes glance around the room as Claire felt a chill move through her.

“What do you mean by preparing me?” she asked as the table was pushed to the center and the wheels once again locked. The lights were turned on as they blinded her, Claire closed her eyes till she could adjust to the brightness and listened as she explained to her about being a doctor at one time and moved around as she heard the sounds of a draw opening and then closing and the sound of steel to steel as he placed things out.

"He paid good money for you, plus expenses and a bonus for preparing you, a man in my profession can't be choosy, only closed mouth." Clair just listened as she wondered how much she was actually worth to do this to her.

Claire saw the syringe and the sheepish evil grin that he wore upon his face as he raised it up and then placed the tip of the needle at her thighs and pushed the plunger in as she cried out feeling the pain as she closed her eyes and balled her fists up. Her lips closed tightly and then she blurted out with another cry…”What the fuck are you shooting into me you asshole?”

"One has to adapt, don't we Claire, make changes in our lives we don't want to..."

“Fuck you ya crazy assed mother fucker he deserved it!”

[BLACK BART]

“The fucking bastards deserved it, parents still never found pieces of their girls…their daughters…”

He smiled at her words, having heard similar explanations from past "projects". and knowing the power those reasons carried for the believer.

“What do you mean by preparing me?”

He didn't answer, in fact couldn't answer, each time was different, each project reacted in it's own way and he modified his treatment accordingly...

”What the fuck are you shooting into me you asshole?”

His hand moved to brush her hair back from her eyes as he answered and when she tried to bite his fingers and pull away he gripped her chin cruelly to force her to look at him.

"Nerve receptor enhancer, I thought to use it to repair damaged nerves and restore them, but this... this version enhances... amplifies.... over rides your brain with the feelings and explodes into your system with the hormones..."

“Fuck you ya crazy assed mother fucker he deserved it!”

"Perhaps"

He didn't know, didn't really care.... What he did care about was the end results with the current project, and that project was Claire...

"I can see by the flush in your skin the drugs are taking affect, so be smart and listen carefully... The drug elevates the strength the strength of your bodies normal responses... for example a simple breath of air over your hrad nipple?"

He smiled and lowered his head, enjoying how the flesh of her breast tightened around the hard nub as he drew close, his lips pursed to push the hot breath out and over it to make her body shudder and quiver...

"I can make you orgasm with a single stroke of a tongue.. or finger, or make you cry out in pain with a single NIP"

He spoke softly, then lowered his lips to tug at the same nipple and when it swelled and lifted higher took it between his teeth to bite it and hold on...his lips curling as Claire screamed and bucked under him.

"Imagine... If I took THIS"

He laughed softly and moved, lifting a ribbed cylinder topped with a bulbous head to flip a small switch at it's base and smile as it growled and vibrated in his hand...

"If I pushed it into your sex and left it there... like this?"

His actions matched his words, the head moving to the puffy lips of her sex to tease them, his eyes widening in pleasure as he watched them quickly grow moist, then wet...

"Yes, you like that... and want more, don't you?"

His eyes met hers, his lips curled in a contemptuous smile as she opened her lips to deny it, and he forced the head into her sex as she did... and she screamed...

"Such a slut.... a natural... born... slut, you are."

[Sinful_whispers]

Claire wanted to squirm and struggle but when your getting a needle shot into your body no matter what the case may be you don’t struggle in fear of it going in wrong or the needle breaking or some shit like it hits an area it shouldn’t.

She eyes watched him through bits of hair that hung over her eyes, She could barely see what was happening but she felt his thick fingertips move over her face as he brushed the hair away from her eyes. That was when Claire took a chance and opened her mouth and tried to bite his finger or fingers as hard as she could but he moved to fast or she moved to slow and missed feeling her teeth come together and slightly grind.

He got pissed that she attempted to bit him as he grabbed a hold of her jaw and squeezed it. Claire whimpered as he held it tightly and forced her head to turn top make eye contact with him.

"Nerve receptor enhancer, I thought to use it to repair damaged nerves and restore them, but this... this version enhances... amplifies.... over rides your brain with the feelings and explodes into your system with the hormones..." he said to her as her eyes widened and she shouted out again that the punk assed bitch deserved what he got, and called him names as his grip didn’t let up. He gave her a one words answer which pissed her off even more.

Claire knew that if one of those mutilated girls were his daughter he would have fucking cared but then again he could be nothing but a cold-hearted mother fucker like the kid was and his no good sorry assed piece of shit he called his father. Claire knew by the look on his face he didn’t give a rat’s ass about anything but what seemed a rather large payment that was coming his way, just like the rest of the low life scum she’s dealt with.

He began explaining to her what was going to happen to her as the drug took effect. Claire listened carefully as his words escaped his lips. He was like some fucked up doctor Frankenstein, a crazy ass bastard that was fucked up in the head she thought.

Claire looked at his sheepish smile as he lowered his head and a heated breath blew across her pink rosy bud. Her body trembled and shivered as if she got a chill through her spine. "I can make you orgasm with a single stroke of a tongue…or finger, or make you cry out in pain with a single NIP"

His voice had dropped from deep and loud to a lower tone as she could feel each breath he exhaled rush across her nipple and again make her body respond, he made it dance at his own whim. Claire felt his lips tighten around it as he sucked upon the now fully erect nub.

She squirmed under him and that’s when he took it between her teeth and she screamed out, her body arched as her head went from side to side. Her chest lifted and fell higher than normal as well as faster as she struggled against the binds adding even more tension.

"Imagine... If I took THIS" he said as he held up some sort of sex toy. Claire’s vision was distorted as she looked again through strands of hair that fell down upon her eyes. "If I pushed it into your sex and left it there... like this?"….

Claire felt the rounded thick knob rub against her cunt lips and tease her into arousal, one she couldn’t stop from happening. The feeling was so intense she felt an ache deep within her belly and groin area. She lifted her lower half up and then twisted her body from side to side as she felt the binds around her ankles and wrists seemingly grow tighter.

Claire let out a scream that came from deep within her lungs. She heard his comment about her getting excited; she knew he was right as her pussy juices seeped down from the base of her slit to between her ass cheeks. "Yes, you like that... and want more, don't you?"

Her lips parted and her mouth opened and as she went to tell him to fuck off he parted her swollen folds open and shoved the far rounded head inside her seeping fuck hole. Claire gasped and screamed out as she tried to fight the binds, if she could turn her head enough to reach the binds she would try to chew through them, she didn’t give a shit she wanted out of that freakish prison hell hole.

"Such a slut.... a natural... born... slut, you are." He said as her head tossed back and forth and she could feel the pain around her ankles and wrists from tugging against the binds hard.

“F-f-f uck-k-…y-you..!” she said.

[BLACK BART]

He rode her like a wild animal caged, using her own wild resistance against her, raping her body as he laughed at her words, aware of her drugged arousal and how far he's use it against her.

"Feel that cock fill you slut?"

He pounded deep in her to feel the head of his engorged cock stretch her womb.

"Your cunt loves a good fucking, doesn't it?"

He taunted as she shuddered and her sex washed his length with juices, his wicked grin and evil eyes showing the knowledge her arousal was increrasing despite her efforts to fight him.

"Do you LIKE IT when I do this?"

He gripped her hips and thrust brutally, pulling her body into each thrust to slam his hips against her thights with a meaty smack each time, his eyes moving to watch her breasts gyrate in wild circles.

"How about THIS?"

He leered at her and kept the violent, punishing pace, changing the angle of his thrust to rub his shaft against her engorged clit as he watched her twist and writhe under his own body.

"That's it SLUT, cum for me like the tramp you ARE"

[Sinful_whispers]

He rammed himself in and back out of her slick velvet warm tunnel, she cried out each time and her voice echoed within the room. Her hearing seemed to heighten like every other se3nse she had as her own voice pierced her ears as she cried out when he forced himself back into her tight cunt.

"Feel that cock fill you slut?" he said in a darkened voice.

Clair tugged again and again as her body felt each piercing thrust as the head felt like it split her cervix in two. The shaft rubbed along her never ending, her body couldn’t but help react as she gasped and groaned as he fucked her savagely. "Your cunt loves a good fucking, doesn't it?"

She wanted to tell him to stop, Claire wanted to scream out names that would make a sailor blush but she felt her body betraying her as she gasped and felt her body jut up along the table top and then his fingers tightly grip her hips again and again as he yanked her down ramming him self into her as the head was felt so deep she felt it within her belly.

"Do you LIKE IT when I do this?"… "How about THIS?" Each question he asked all she wanted to do was scream NO, but she couldn’t. Clair felt her cunt reacting, she felt her muscles in her stomach tightening as he fucked her like a wild beast, she couldn’t deny what he was doing hurt and yet for some reason he was bringing her to an orgasm and fast.

"That's it SLUT, cum for me like the tramp you ARE" he yelled out as his hips slammed hard into her again and again as he rubbed that now fat flap of blood filled flesh that stick out from the hood.

Clair couldn’t hold back as he rocked her body back and forth plunging his thick rock hard manhood in and out of her in every direction possible, she wanted to scream out in pain but the pleasure took over her body as she arched and felt the tingle within her loins and then the rippling wave of pleasure move through her as the pleasure sensory part of her brain felt like it exploded as she came hard for him.

Her cried and moans were loud as he fucked her through her orgasm, her whole body and mind seemed powerless against him. he was a Dr. Feelgood, a guy she couldn't fight against when he had her drugged.

[BLACK BART]

He laughed as she came hard and fast for him and watched the control fade from her eyes and body with each hard thrust he gave her, his smile hard and wicked as he untied her completely to drag her to her feet and take her standing.

"You can't get enough of it, can you Clair?"

He teased her as he bent her to ram deep and hard, his words slapping her ego as his had did the same to her cum covered ass, the palm of it stinging as her cunt clenched tightly around his cock to make him groan in pleasure.

"I can't hear you slut?"

He hammered the words and his flesh deeper into her, his hands mauling her flesh, pulling her hair and teasing her sex in wild patterns as she squirmed on his shaft.

"Say if for me, foe US?"