Kidnaping - An Open thread

Prologue

Rovan looked at the lithe sleeping figure all trussed up in the bed beside him. He really ought to fuck her, hell he couldn't get in any more trouble than he was already in. God, had it only been yesterday when they plucked her out of that private college?

They had snatched her cleanly, walking between the dorm and the cafeteria. Her two rich bitch sorority friends with her had been taken to keep the cops off the right trail. The boys had designs on using them as sex toys to while away the long hours here in their hunter's cabin. Soon, Rovan would let them.

The all white van had been a subtle trick on law enforcement. The DC snipers had shown that there were thousands of white vans out there and it made the perfect getaway vehicle.

Rovan had planned this all meticulously, her father was a scion of industry as a full VP at Microsoft. As employee number 67, he had the cash - ten million times over. Enough to pay for the ransom and still keep his mistress in style.

Her mother was the perfect socialite. Perfect body <plastic surgery and breast implants assured that>, and an "A" list guest for every Seattle social event. Rovan knew her dirty secret though - of when she was a poor girl who worked her way up while flat on her back. Threatening to reveal her past in such memorable films as Debbie does New Orleans and Busty Babes take Tampa assured him Rovan of leverage with that if it ever came to that.

Yes - this was going to be quite an adventure ...

OOC: Please see the thread Kidnaping Casting call if you wish to join. Just pick a character and post it there ...

Joanne

Joanne lay in blissful oblivion although it was incredible, that any girl could manage to sleep when trussed up so completely.
Perhaps her slumber was due to some form of sedation slipped into the drink that had been held to her lips as she sipped tentatively, unable to grasp the cup or to even see who it was who had finally taken pity on her and offered her that form of refreshment...
And yet ... was it merely exhaustion after the terror of her capture the day before?
That trauma surely was enough for Joanne to seek the refuge of sleep.

It had been an ordinary day.
As for as she knew there was no problem with her parents. Mom was working full out on the annual fundraiser and had urged Jo to attend and to lend a hand when she could. Daddy was busy as ever with work, but he seemed happy and all seemed to be going well with them. Jo herself was enjoying the partial freedom of her new college life. She had friends, had enjoyed a succession of dates and was even enjoying her classes.

And then this.

She had not noticed the men.
She had not even managed to cry out before she was pinned, gagged and blindfolded.
Bundled unceremoniously into the back of a van, she had kicked and struggled as she felt the cuffs attached and finally had her feet bound.
She had lain helplessly on the blanket on the floor of the van unaware of the fate of the friends who had been walking with her.
She had tried to quell the panic as the van had started and driven for what seemed hours until she had finally been brought “here”.

Joanne stirred in her sleep as she pulled against the cords and realised even in her unconsciousness that she could not move. Her head turned to the side, discomfort clear on the face that Rovan watched.
She had been powerless to object although she had indeed screamed as her garments had been torn from her. The humiliation had made her blush, that was until embarrassment had given way to terror.

And now she lay unprotected from his gaze.
Naked and vulnerable … completely at his mercy.
And she knew it.
What he had in store for her she tried not to imagine.

Jo moaned softly even in sleep she was becoming painfully aware of the aching of her limbs. Soon she would be unable to remain in that unconscious state.
Her eyelids fluttered, yet she fought to regain insensibility.
A shiver ran visibly through her body, whether caused by cold or fear or revulsion Rovan could only be able to guess.
And yet her eyelids remained closed, no longer peacefully so:
Now her eyelids seemed pressed shut as if wanting to blot out reality, refusing to open her eyes and see what fate awaited her.

It was 1.15pm when her phone rang.

Special agent Christina Desouza sat in her 12 by 12 foot office peering out from the 3rd floor a the line of tourists that snaked along benches in the courtyard of the J. Edgar Hoover Building. She shook her head, the sight would have looked less out of place at an amusement-park ride rather than the nation's hub of law enforcement.

She lifted the receiver, ’Chris’, it was the voice of her section head, Assistant Deputy Director Ben Tomlinson.

She had been in the Bureau for just over 4 years, having spent her sophomore year working in the Laboratory Division she had moved on to Behavioural Sciences at the Marine Corp base in Quantico ,WV having been selected internally, as were all candidates trained in Behavioural Sciences. From there she had moved again to the Criminal Investigation Division just over a year ago.

She was happier in DC, there was more to do in the evenings and there was a sense of pride at working in the Hoover Building particularly. Many of the laboratories she had first trained in had since been moved to new facilities to the Quantico site, but some of the old forensic labs were still operational and she was often called to make use of their facilities in her own investigations.

Ben Tomlinson had taken Christina under his wing immediately. Impressed by her fast tracking through the Bureau, he respected her enthusiasm and her ability. He could see her future at the Bureau was promising. She might even make AD one day.

Ben, hey. How can I help?, she replied flicking through a forensic report she had received earlier on a woman found that month in Downtown DC, with a firearm wound to the head and rope burns to her wrists and arms.

I’ve just had a call from the Seattle office, all hell has broken out up there in Redmond. Can you come up to my office, I’m putting a special investigation team together, but I need to brief you on the few facts we’ve gathered so far., Tomlinson explained.

Sure, I’ll be right up. Guess that means the Frogs game is off tonight?, Christina replied. She’d been looking forward to the baseball game all week, now it looked like that was a scratched event from her already under-active social calendar.

Yeah sorry Hon, maybe next week eh. See you in 5 ok, this is urgent!

Ok Ben I’m on my way.

Replacing the receiver, Christina quickly straightened her desk papers locking the more sensitive material she had been working on in her desk drawer as part of the Bureau clear desk policy and headed out to the elevator.

Sergent Steve Brady,cop gone bad

OOC:

Brady Owens
6’2’’
204 lbs
jet black hair
grey eyes


IC:

Fifteen years on the force and what did he have to show for it. Not a fuckin’ thing. Every time he made it up the ladder a couple of steps he got knocked down on his ass again down to the bottom rung. He thought everyone above him had it in for him, holding him back on purpose, just cause they hated his guts. He thought guts was what made a good cop but no, it was just a game, pussyfooting around, kissing politicians asses, helping old ladies across the street going to charity drives and giving talks at pta meetings. Bull shit Brady said, pure bullshit . He wanted action. But there was no action in this precinct at least none he could see. And he couldn't get out, no one would even consider his request for transfer, and he couldn't quit. Fifteen years of bull shit, at 48 he'd be dead in the water out there, he knew, no one wanted a cop who quit. Four years in the Navy had made him tough, four years in the academy had made him street smart and wiley then fifteen years of this bull shit had made him digruntled.


That was five years ago He had found his action but it wasn't by doing the things they taught him in the accademy or following the rules in his precinct. Today he had a string of whores who owed him favors. He made deals with the fences and snitches trading information for leniency and laundered money and stolen property for silence on the witness stand. Brady had used the fifth ammenment so often he damn near wore it out. During the day he played the cop at night he enjoyed the fruits of his illicit labor.

He virtually controled the local department and he kept everyone happy in his pricinct. His only problem was when something momentous happened and the god Damned FBI stuck their nose in his town,his precint, his business. He had tried to keep this kidnapping thing quiet. Just another rich bitch whore pissing someone off better off she was dead maybe then this whole deal would blow over and things would go back to normal. but now the word was out that the fBI was getting involved. Just when things were finally looking good for him. Myabe he'd take a vacation, hell maybe he'd retire. he had enouh loot and power by now he didn't need this kind of bull shit.

Suzanne Westingham

Suzanne Westingham

20 years old, 5’8” with long red-hair and a red head’s temper, green eyes that can send looks that kill when angered, pleasantly curved, spoiled rotten daddy’s little girl. Daddy (Randolf Westingham III) inherited his wealth from his father and grandfather before him and Suzanne has never had to work at anything in her life. She’s always treated the hired help poorly. She has her own credit card from daddy to buy any thing her heart desires, and for the big ticket items that she’d can’t buy on credit, she tells daddy her heart’s desire and it appears for her the next day. In short—she’s a rich bitch.

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My head hurt. My throat was dry and raspy. I needed to go to the bathroom and I needed a drink of water. I opened my eyes and saw an old ugly peach painted wall. My neck hurt—I realized I had no pillow. My hip hurt—I realized I was laying on a grungy shag carpet. My mind scrambled to remember what had happened last night—it must have been a good sorority party. But I’d never go home with a guy who couldn’t afford a better hotel than this. Then I saw the ropes on my wrists. My brows furrowed…where the hell am I?

Then it all came flashing back to me in small snippets—walking with my friends to class. Talking about going to the mall to check out the sales on the Gucci purses. Then hearing Joanne’s screams as big arms grabbed her from behind and dragged her into the white van. I’d tried to run away for my own safety, but another set of arms had grabbed me. I tried to scream but his big hand cut off the breath to my mouth and nose. I bit his finger hard. But he just closed his hand tighter on my waist as he cursed and threw he hard into the van. That’s all I remember. Until now that is. And I am pissed off and I have to pee really bad.

“Let me up,” I demanded from my little corner in the grungy room. No response. “LET ME THE FUCK UP, OR I’LL SCREAM THE PLACE DOWN, I GOTTA GO PEE ASSHOLES!” It didn’t take much for my Irish temper to kick in.

James Mitchell

VP in charge of Research and Development of gaming software for Microsoft Corp.
5’ 11” 190 lbs.
Dark salt and pepper hair and brown eyes.
Good physical condition for his 44 years, Athletic build with strong upper body strength.



IC
James was standing on the redwood deck, wearing a white terry cloth robe, looking out over the ocean, his cell phone to his ear. The waves crashed against the jagged rocks two hundred feet below him.

“Move the team ‘A’ graphics people back to work with the animators on the Cruise Ship project,” he was saying into the phone. “I need to have that ready for the marketing people in four months.”

He turned and walked back through the double glass doors into the bedroom. He snapped his fingers at the beautiful brunette lying on the bed, tilting his hand to his mouth. She slid off the bed and went to the small wet bar dropping ice cubes into a crystal glass, filling it half full of scotch, and brought it to him.

“I don’t care if that’s not done right now,” he said taking the drink from her and kissing her quickly. “It can wait.”

She slid her arms into the terry robe kissing down his salt and pepper covered chest.

“Hang on, I’ve got an incoming call………Hello?.....Yes dear, I’m at the office……No, I won’t be home till Friday……The ‘Gamers’ show in Vegas, I told you that yesterday…..Just John and Walter…..I love you too, bye…..John, make sure Walter makes it to the airport on time will ya……Okay, our foursome is set to tee off at 9 in the morning…..See you at the airport.” He said flipping the mouthpiece shut, laying the phone on the bar.

He tilted the glass up, empting half the contents. Victoria continued to nuzzle in his chest. He stood there for a few moments colleting his thoughts.

“And don’t you forget your clubs again,” he said to Victoria. “I’ve had to buy you two sets in the last year, and I’m not going to do it again.”

Joanne Mitchell

Despite her efforts, Jo's eyes fluttered open.

From somewhere she thought she had heard Suze's voice.
But that couldn't be.
She had been alone in the van ... hadn't she?
She tried to clear her head.
She pulled experimentally against her bonds.
She groaned in pain.
Her whole body ached so painfully.

If only her daddy were here.
Her mother would most likely panic ... but her father.
Jo worshipped him ... in her eyes he could do anything ...
He would save her ... get her out of here ...
He had always adored her ... spoiled her ...
If he saw her like this he would ...

The sound of a voice close by made Jo jerk her head round.
The movement itself was painful
She found herself staring into a pair of coldly amused eyes.
Eyes that were raking over her body, taking in every detail.
Jo's pale cheeks flushed pink in humilation.
She knew she should speak, but swallowed painfully.
Instead she merely stares at him mutely.

Rovan


The ransom note was to be delivered in the mail today. It read :

We have the two girls. Deliver $ 750,000 dollars in non serialized unmarked large bills to 167 Back Street at precisely 2:00 pm Thursday. When the phone rings answer using this name : Lynn Lay. More instructions will follow.

That would get their attention. It also would make Jo's mother very uncomfortable since that was her name when she was a porn queen. Messages within a message. Rovan thought, this was getting to be fun.

Rovan knew that Jo was awake. He saw her eyes flutter as she desparately tried to keep them shut. He had to admire her self control. The loud scream from the next room by Suzanne made him smile. Let her wait, she was next. The boys were getting a little antsy from all that noise. It would soon stop. First though, it was time for an object lesson here with Jo. Such a great looking woman, all tied up and ready to be taken. He was just the man to do it.

Its time we got a few things straight around here. You are in an isolated cabin in the middle of nowhere. We are 20 miles from the nearest house that is if you chose the right direction so forget about escape.

Now I only have two rules. One is for you to do everything I say, without hesitation. Any deviation from that rule will have immediate consequences. The next rule is that anything you want has its price. Easy enough, isn't it?

Jo nodded her head yes.

So, you heard the voice of your sorority sister in the next room, I'll bet you would love to have her join you in here. Here's the price -

Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiipppppppp. Rovan dropped his jeans to the floor and advanced naked towards Jo whose eyes grew wide in fear. He laughed cruelly.

Time to suck babe

Special Agent Christina DeSouza

Agent Desouza stabbed the call button for the elevator and stood nonchalantly regarding the posters covering the walls of the corridor, a small smile crossing her face as she ran her eyes over the F.B.I.’s 'alternative' most wanted list headed by Chris Carter and numerous other cast and production members from the hit TV show; the X-Files. She shook her head wondering just how many of the programs viewers actually realized there were no such files or even department to service them within the F.B.I. Yes indeed the show had a lot to answer for. The reality was less glamorous and much harder at times, especially in violent crimes.

The bell tinged announcing the elevators arrival and the brushed stainless steel doors sporting the F.B.I.’s insignia parted smoothly revealing a well lit and air-conditioned car. She stepped in acknowledging a couple of her colleagues before hitting the 4th floor button. The lift doors slid shut silently.The cubicle jerked slightly as the cable slack was taken up and the lifting motor breaks released allowing it to ascend.

Seconds later the lift arrived and she stepped out onto the busy 4th floor of the Hoover Building. Adjusting her hair quickly she walked along the wide corridor towards her section head’s office. The door to the ante office was open and she knocked and entered. ’Hi Julia, the Deputy Assistant Director wants to see me.’ she explained to the blonde headed secretary who was now looking up in her direction.

’Sure Chris, he told me to send you straight on in. Must be terribly important there’s been a flurry of activity up here for the past half hour or so’, Julia replied.

Christina DeSouza walked past the secretary’s desk and smiled, ’Yeah, I don’t even know myself what it’s all about’, she replied, ’I’m sure I soon find out though’. She reached the door to the Deputy Assistant Director’s office and knocked once sharply.

’Yeah… Come on in, Ben Tomlinson’s voice called out from behind the thick mahogany veneered door.

Christina turned the knob and pushed the door open, stepping confidently into the well air conditioned and subtly lit room. She glanced about, half expecting it to be full of other agents but it was not.

’Chris.. Chris, come on in, take a seat.’ Tomlinson gestured towards a chair in front of his desk as he spoke and sat himself back in his own chair to face her.

’So what’s the story Ben?’, Christina asked as she adjusted her position in front of her section head.

The Assistant Deputy Director shook his head before replying, ’Oh man you're just gonna love this one. It couldn’t be more high profile if the ‘First Family’ was involved. Coffee?, he asked rising once more to pour himself a cup of hot black coffee. ’I’ve haven’t stopped drinking this stuff since lunch’

’Sure, I’ll join you’, Christina replied, ’I guess I’d better take it black, I’ve got a feeling this is going to be pretty heavy.

Bob Tomlinson nodded in agreement, it was indeed going to be a pretty tough assignment, and the clock was ticking. He returned to the desk with two coffees and proceeded to fill DeSouza in on the details.

’The initial reports are a bit sketchy, but it appears that at sometime between 10.00am and 10.30am, two girls were abducted from Whitmans College in Seattle. From the accounts we’ve received from the Seattle office the snatch was executed with clockwork precision and involved the use of a white transit van, possibly a GMC Rally or Vandura. It’s difficult to ascertain the description of the driver and accomplices, apparently the snatch was made near the cafeteria and it is usual for the college to take supplies from local vendors today. We are contacting the suppliers to find out what vans were operating at that time on the college campus. ‘, Tomlinson paused to sip his coffee and added, ’I don’t think we’ll turn up much there but it’s a lead to follow.

’Do we have an idea of the abductees?’, asked Christina as she thumbed the plastic coffee cup in her hands.

’Yes we do, and this is why this is a very sensitive and high profile case. The principle abductee is Joanne Mitchel, daughter of one of Macrosoft’s head VIPs and the other Suzanne Westingham, daughter of Randolph Westingham III the Oil Tycoon and Entrepreneur., Tomlinson continued

’Christ! Have there been any demands made?, inquired Christine as she placed cup on the desk in front of her.

We received a copy of the initial ransom note via fax about 10 minutes ago, just before I called you up., Tomlinson responded and handed the note to Christina

We have the two girls. Deliver $ 750,000 dollars in non serialized unmarked large bills to 167 Back Street at precisely 2:00 pm Thursday. When the phone rings answer using this name : Lynn Lay. More instructions will follow

’What are your initial thought’s Chris?, Tomlinson asked.

She paused momentarily as she studied the note, Well…., she paused again. The sum seems unrealistically low. $750,000 for two girls from families with substantially higher salaries than that and large financial holdings, it would indicate to me that either the abductors want a fast buck and are happy to shoot low or this is going to be a multiple ransom and the kidnappers are going to play out some extravagant game with the Intelligence and Law Enforcement agencies, the families and the girls , which would indicate a more sinister and calculated plot. Personally I think the latter is the case.

The Deputy Assistant Director nodded his agreement.

’The name ‘Lynn Lay’ may be significant, have the computer guys run the name yet on the central data files?, asked Agent Desouza

'They are working on that now, and we should be expecting some answers to that soon', Tomlinson replied

'Ok so what do you want me to do?, I figure you asked me up here for more than just an opinion', Christina asked leaning towards the middle aged man sat before her.

’You’re right. You’ve been working on the DC bondage murders now and some the ‘feel’ of this case has some similarity with those, I want you to head up the investigation in Seattle, the flights have already been booked. When you get to Seattle you are to team up with a Sergeant Steven Brady. He apparently has a pretty well oiled department and should be able to assist you, but remember you answer to this office and not his.', Tomlinson replied.

Christina grimaced, the local plods often caused more hindrance than help; their loyalties often bending to maintaining status quo rather then getting results.

'I mean it Chris, go light footed I don’t want the Seattle office and the local L.I. at loggerheads over this', emphasized Tomlinson, noticing her displeasure. 'Brady is an ex forces man and is used to discipline, and possibly getting his own way so you're going to have your work cut out overcoming that and…..', he paused cautiously before continuing, ’the fact that you’re a woman’

She had already anticipated his caveat and smiled weakly, 'I’ll be a good girl then', she winked slyly.

'I was hoping to send backup with you but there is just such a shortage of Special Agents around here right now, it is possible that you might hook up with some spare resources in Seattle, but that is upto the Deputy Director there.', Tomlinson explained handing the flight ticket to the female Special Agent. 'I’ll have all the information we collect faxed directly to you at Seattle', he rose from his chair and held out his hand. 'Have a safe flight'

'Thanks Bob', Christina responded rising also still holding his hand.

'Oh And come back safe ok, we’ve got us a ball game to catch remember', Bob Tomlinson added as he escorted Christina to the door.

’Chilli Dogs on you right’, she replied

’You got it’, he smiled, ’Good Hunting’, he added then turned to his secretary, 'Julia, can you get one of the guys in courier to run Special Agent DeSouza over to Dulles - urgent’

’Yes sir, I’ll get right on it’, the blonde picked up the receiver to her desk phone as she spoke

’Oh and Special Agent Desouza’, he added, as Christina was about to leave to get her laptop and other necessary items from her office.

’Yes Sir’, she replied formally

’I want daily reports, and if there are any important developments I want to hear them immediately, understood?', he instructed

’Understood Sir’, Christina replied.

’Agent DeSouza, your ride will be at reception in 5 minutes’, the secretary added.

’Thanks Julia, see you soon’, Christina replied before turning and heading back to her office and then to reception.

Joanne Mitchell

Jo’s eyes were drawn to those of her captor.
He held her gaze.
A cold … menacing look probed her own frightened glance.…

”Its time we got a few things straight around here. You are in an isolated cabin in the middle of nowhere. We are 20 miles from the nearest house that is if you chose the right direction so forget about escape. “

The words sunk in slowly. She had been taken somewhere secure … hidden away without the possibility of anyone stumbling upon them.
She tried to quell the rising panic. Her breath quickened.

”Now I only have two rules.
One is for you to do everything I say, without hesitation.
Any deviation from that rule will have immediate consequences.
The next rule is that anything you want has its price. Easy enough, isn't it?”

Jo licked her lips and found herself speechless.
He was obviously requiring an answer so she nodded mutely.
She understood the words but … what did he mean?
What did he have in mind for her?

”So, you heard the voice of your sorority sister in the next room, I'll bet you would love to have her join you in here.”

Jo jerked her head as if to turn in the direction of the cry she had thought imagined and flinched as her bonds cut into her.
Forced to become still again, her mind raced.
So Suze was here too!?

”Here's the price – “

The sound of the zip being drawn downwards brought Jo’s attention back with a jolt.
She saw the jeans slip to the floor.
Her eyes widened in horror as she saw that he was naked and moving towards her.

"Ohhh… God … nooo …”

Her mind screamed.

He laughed. He was enjoying her terror.

”Time to suck babe”

His words made her stomach lurch, with dread and revulsion.
Unable to think through the consequences, she merely reacted.
She shook her head and turned her face as far away from him as her ropes would permit.

”Noo… “

She whispered hoarsely.

Trying to quell her panic Jo thought briefly of how shocked her mother would be by this man’s demands … whilst her father ….
She closed her eyes trembling.
Daddy … what would he do to this man … ?
If only ... she shivered in fear knowing that refusing him was futile and that it would do her no good at all.
Despite her intentions to be strong … brave … she gave a frightened whimper.

James Mitchell

Beep Beep “Sir, you have……an incoming call.” James cell phone announced.

James and Victoria were just getting ready to carry their bags to the car when the call came.

“I love what that new kid over in programming can do,” he said to Victoria as he flipped the mouthpiece down on the phone.

“Hello…….Yes……What!......Are you sure?......When?.......Oh my God, not Joanne,” he said collapsing in a chair. “From where?.......Don’t they have any Goddamn security at the school?.....The FBI, already……A special agent?........They better get the whole damn bureau on this damnit, this is Joanne were talking about……Where the hell is my wife?.....So what am I suppose to do?......Alright, get me the number and address to the field office. I’m on my way.”

“Joanne’s been kidnapped,” he said turning to Victoria. “They’re demanding money, of course. I have to go baby. I’ll call you as soon as I learn something.”

“Oh my God, not Joanne. What are you going to do James?” Victoria asked.

“I’m going down to the FBI field office. They’ve sent some special agent DeSouza from Washington to handle the case. All I can say is he better be pretty damn good.”

It took James forty-five minutes to drive to the FBI field office. He double parked in front of the entrance and ran inside.

“I’m James Mitchell,” he announced to the guard inside the entrance. “My daughters been kidnapped. I need to see agent DeSouza. Is he in?”

“Hang on a moment Sir, let me call upstairs.”

The Capital Beltway was unusually free flowing, that was at least a relief there was nothing worse than getting caught up on the Baltimore bound midday traffic rush.

The courier car carrying Special Agent DeSouza, left the Interstate and headed west on route 267. She could see the main terminal building of Dulles Airport ahead of her. It’s concave roof reminiscent of the shovel from a large backhoe grader gleamed white in early afternoon sun.

The car sped along the road meeting little traffic hindrance, and pulled up at the set down point outside the west terminal building. Stepping out she bade the driver her thanks and turned, carrying her laptop bag and pocketbook, entering the terminal through the smoked glass automatic doors.

Inside the domestic flights terminal it was, as usual, a hive of activity with suits and dresses scampering about between the various check in desks and franchise fast food and beverage stands. Christina cheked in at the Delta Airlines Internal flights desk identifying herself as an F.B.I. Agent and filling the necessary, newly instituted security papers for the carrying of firearms on internal flights and then headed for the nearest coffee vendor.

Sitting at her table strategically selected to allow her visible access to the depatures board, she sipping her cup of Starbucks Columbia Narino Supremo. Had she been prepared for such an assignment, she would normally sat in the departure lounge and pawed through the dossier of case notes. This case however left her at a bit of an impasse; not having any notes as such to go on and very little in the way of leads, the prospect of such a high profile case was to say the least, somewhat daunting.

The departure board clacked as her flight shifted up a row and the boarding gate was finally announced. This action was almost simultaneously accompanied by the announcement over the terminals tannoy. ’Would passengers taking the Delta Airlines, flight DA 465 to Tacoma please make their way to gate 34. Please have your boarding cards ready’

She raised the coffee to her mouth once more and imbibed a large mouthful of the rich walnuty coffee. The was little need to rush the last call would be in 15 minutes time and she saw no need to stand and wait in a queue to board a plane when she could sit.

She finished her coffee and headed off to the restroom for a few little pre-flight preparations before making her way down the concourse towards the departure gate. Her mind hadn’t really settled into the idea of the assignment ahead of her and she mulled over the possible lines of investigation she could embark upon.

’Final call for Delta Airlines, flight DA 465 to Tacoma. Would passengers making this flight please make their way to gate 34 and have your boarding cards ready’, the Airport speakers announced as she handed her boarding pass to the flight attendant. The young uniformed girl smiled congenially and indicated the row and seat before handing the pass back to the F.B.I. agent.. Christina took her seat and buckled up for take off, looking around her she sighed with some relief, the plane was only half full so at least it wouldn’t be a cramped flight, even so the prospect of a seven hour flight wasn’t one she was looking forward too. Perhaps she would be able to sleep for some to the journey.

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It was late evening when her flight touched down in Seattle, and she made her way out of the airport. The flight had been uneventful and she had managed to sleep most of it. A man holding up a white card with her name on ‘DeSouza’ greeted her at ‘Arrivals’ and introduced himself as Field Agent Kimble.

Hi, Christina said as she approached the man, I guess you’ve been send down to greet me.

The man extended his hand and Christina grasped it firmly shaking it as she introduced herself, I’m Special Agent Christina DeSouza, but you can call me Chris’

’Good to meet you Chris, I’m Agent Alex Kimble, but you can call me Alex’ he replied with a joking tone as he mimicked her own introduction. Christina smiled and they laughed ’I hope you had a good flight, and I hope you got some sleep I think we’re going to be up all night on this one. The Deputy Director is anxious to see you right away. How was the flight food? Lousy I expect, Alex Kimble asked as they head out of Tacoma International towards the black sedan parked in the VIP parking zone.

Christina grimaced at the mention of the in flight culinary delights and shook her head, ’You gotta be kiddin’ right, I’d even settle for a Stouffer’s right now

’No problem, what do you say I phone through for a couple of Pizza’s to go, we can pick them up on the way to the office., Kimble suggested.

’You keep thinking of good ideas like that and you’ll be top of my Christmas list, Christina laughed. She liked this guy and like they say first impression always count.

Kimble pulled out his mobile pressed a few buttons and placed the order. Having completed his task and arranged for collection her turned to DeSouza, I’ve ordered a Margarita and an Meat Supreme.

’I know, I heard you’, Christina replied as she climbed into the passenger side of the sedan. I guess we’d better go and collect them.

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The ride to the F.B.I. Office took a little under thirty minutes including the pizza pickup. Kimble and DeSouza entered the building a little after 8.32pm by 8.35pm they were sat in front of the Deputy Director of the F.B.I.’s Seattle Field office. A second round of pleasantries ensued before the agents got down to the business at hand.

'Before we get started, Deputy Director Matthew Yates said, I'd like you to pop down to the first floor to meet one of the parents of the kidnapped girls.. James Mitchell. He's naturally a bit agitated at the moment but I think it would be good for you to meet him tonight even if there is little reassurance to give him at this time. Try and keep it short, you'll probably be interviewing him tomorrow morning. After that I'd like you to return here and I'll introduce you to some of the people we have working here, oh, and eat your pizza's, he smiled at Christina and the shifted his gaze to the two pizza boxes Alex Kimble was holding. 'Hell I might even join you in a slice!

Christina rose from her seat and headed down to meet the Microsoft VIP

James Mitchell

The guard made the call then hung the receiver up.

“I’m sorry Sir, the Deputy Director informs me that Special Agent DeSouza has not yet arrived. If you would care to wait, there is an area over there where you may do so,” he indicated to the circle of upholstered chairs to the left.

“Wait? My daughters been kidnapped and you want me to wait,” James said indignant.

“You may wait over there Sir.”

James walked over to the waiting area, flipping his cell phone open as he did. His first call was to his wife. Her phone was out of service. His second call was to John to inform him as to what had happened. “You and Walter go to Vegas, go to the show, take care of business.” He spent the next three hours on the phone, pacing, sitting, pacing more. Most of what everything he needed to do could be done over the phone, the only time he really was ever needed in the office was to sign papers.

He got coffee from the vending machine down the hall, wondering if R&D couldn’t come up with a better way to make a good cup for vending machines. He was on the phone, trying for the tenth time trying to find his wife. He watched as a woman approached the waiting area.

“Mr. Mitchell,” the woman said, extending her hand. “I’m Special Agent DeSouza. I’ve been assigned to your daughters kidnapping.”

A puzzled look crossed his face before he replied.

“My daughter’s missing and they send me Agent Starling?”

Christina DeSouza opted for the stairs; it seemed to her the quicker of the two options given she was only descending one floor to the vistor reception area. Her short heeled shoes clacked with each footfall on the linoleum covered steps and echoed back up the stairwell.

She rounded the landing and descended the final rise of stairs entering into a small lobby. Ahead of her the office’s cafeteria stood dark and vacant, the catering staff long since departed for home. Along the wall, stood an array of optimistic vending machines, touting their wares at exorbitantly inflated prices.

To her right was the recessed glass wall, which spanned the opening that divided the thoroughfare from the conservative but tastefully decorated visitors lounge. A couple of well-maintained miniature palms stood either side of the twin glass doors. Beyond the doors Christina could make out the figure of a casually but well dressed, middle aged man. His face was turned from her as she approached the doors to the lounge and he appeared to be in the process of ending a call on his mobile phone.

He turned in her direction as she reached the doors and pushed them open. Entering the room and allowing the doors to close behind her before she spoke, she approached the man. ’Mr. Mitchell!’, she asked with a hint of query in her voice. ’I’m Special Agent DeSouza. I’ve been assigned to your daughters kidnapping.’,

She maintained a professional look and smiled pleasantly at the man as he took her own extended hand in his. Even as he likened her to the rookie F.B.I. trainee played by Jodi Foster in the early nineties film which had in fact inspired her to join the F.B.I. in the first place she kept her pleasant smile and demeanour. She was almost tempted to respond with, ’Didn’t Claris shoot the mother-fucker and save the kidnapped senator’s daughter’, but she suppressed it.

The Agent Starling gag had been the bane of her life whilst at Quantico as it would likely be for many other successful and highly motivated trainee female agents for years to come. She made a mental note to have the ‘alternative’ most wanted list amended to include Tom Harris.

’I apologise for no one seeing you before, I have only just arrived from DC myself., her apology was sincere though it seemed like a weak opening to give to a man who was clearly beside himself with fret and worry. ’Firstly I want to assure you that we have got all our best people working on this case; here in Seattle and also back in Washington. I understand that the ransom note was delivered sometime this morning to your house but I haven’t yet had a chance to really find out much about that yet. As I said I have only just arrived here myself and I expect it is going to be a long night., she paused and then motioned to the man to take one of the nearby chairs arranged around a glass topped coffee table. Can I get you a drink, coffee, tea, a soda. she enquired, ’then I’ll answer any questions you have to the best of my abilty.

Brady

"What the Fuck!" Brady screamed at the dispatcher the god damnd FBI is in town already. Why the fuck wasn't he told? All hell was about to break loose and he was in the middle of it. His finger prints were too close for comfort. Maybe he'd better clean out his desk and head for Rio. For starters the kidnapees mother had been in his private stable until she started doing porno movies then she got too uppity pretended she didn't know him any more. not that that mattered but it still connected him. Next, he knew this Roven dude. He was smart but kinky, Brady knew he wasn't in it for the money he just liked to take chances play the odds. Someone was gonna get raped or worse killed.

Brady knew exactly where the pervert was, up in that cabin in the hills. Him and his buddies playing God with their captives. Damned fools now the FBI is in town and ....Brady didn't even want to think of the possibilities, he didn't give a rats ass about Mitchel or his money. The bastard had plenty of it and could spread it around, some of it might have even ended up in his pockets, well he can kiss that idea goodby. He took a bite out of his pastrami on rye and chewed methodically. He had half a mind to head for Rovans ccabin and shut this whole deal down.
He'd fix Rovan up with some of his girls, give him a ticket to the Bahammas, get him off his back and out of town. Or mabe he'd lay low let the Federal pricks dig around maybe theyd get boed and leave town. or maybe mitchel will come up with the dough and everybody will be happy.

Christina waited patiently for the reply but there was none, she noticed the half empty paper cup standing on a nearby table and figured that Mitchel had already had more than his fill of F.B.I. vending coffee.

She took a seat opposite the man, his face was stony and grim and she knew that there was little that she would be able to say that would comfort him.

She was about to speak when her mobile phone buzzed in her inside jacket pocket.
’Oh I’m dreadfully sorry excuse me a moment’, she said apologetically to the Microsoft VIP, pulling the vibrating phone from her pocket and flipping it open. She rose from her seat and walked a few feet from the coffee table. She looked at the number on the LCD – it was a DC number but she didn’t recognise it ’Hello, Christina DeSouza.

’Ms DeSouza, hello. I am terribly sorry to disturb you at this time of night., the voice answered. It didn’t register with her at first but yes of course it would be gone midnight back in DC.

’That’s ok, it’s no problem. How can I help you?, she replied

’This is Dr. Gregson at the Allenmore hospital. Ms DeSouza?’, the voice paused

’Yes Doctor?, what is it?, her voice sounded a little alarmed and drew the attention Mitchel

’Ms DeSouza, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news for you. Your mother was brought into intensive care earlier this evening having suffered some traumatic injuries to her head and back following a RTA.’

Chistina’s face paled as she heard the words. Is… is.she going to be ok?

Mitchel was almost on his feet now and Christina turned away from him

’Your mother’s condition is critical, it might be advisable for you to come over as soon as possible’, the doctor explained

’But… but I’m in Seattle right now…, her mind was a spin. She turned to Mitchel covering the mike on the mobile and spoke to him, ’I’m sorry Mr Mitchel,I.. I have to leave. I’ll get someone to come down and see you in my place’

She raised the mobile to her head once more, ’Hello Doctor Gregson… I’ll get there as soon as I can…

She rushed from the vistor’s lounge and back up the flight of stairs to the Deputy Director’s Office. Bursting in on Yates and Kimble who were sat discussing the case at hand.

They looked up at the flustered Agent as she entered.

’I’m sorry Sir, I have just had some bad news about my mother, she’s.. she’s been in a car accident and in intensive care.,Christina explained

Calm down, Chris, Yates said soothingly, ’I absolutely understand, we’ll get you back to Seattle as quickly as we can. Beside you’d be no use to us in your state and with a mind full of troubles. I’ll get Alex here to take up the case and I’ll arrange some transport for you

I’m so sorry, I feel like I have let you down.,Special Agent DeSouza responded quietly

Oh God no, Chris, you can’t blame yourself for that, I’m sure your Mom will be fine, but you should go to her straight away that understandable., Yates turned Alex Kimble, ’Alex, I’m afraid this has just become your baby, go down and see Mitchel

Alex Kimble rose from his chair and headed out of the office. Yates turned to DeSouza, now I guess we had better get you out of here. He smiled pleasantly.

Brady

"I'm going fishing! Brady announced. "Tell anyone that wants to know that I'm indisposed for the rest of the day."

His personal snitch had just devulged a few minutes ago, he had some good news and some bad news.

Brady had grabbed a coke from the machine and a ham and cheddar from the frige and had sat down to digest both it and the news. The fBI had sent a dame to do this investigation, he chuckled "Part of that equal opportunity deal no doubt. The government will soon be fitting all eligble women with artifical dicks if things keep going like this." The good news was the sorry assed broad had to fly home to be with her sick mommy. Well, good riddance. The bad news is that someone had leaked the kidnapping to the local paper, and it would hit the streets within the hour.

"Time to shit or get off the pot." he muttered to himself. He was in his Dodge Durango and headed north before much of anyone knew he was even gone.
"Rovan, you motherfucker, here I come ready or not he said as the mile posts clicked behind him. His fishing gear was in the back but he wouldn't be needing it this time. He had stopped at the liquor store, made a couple of calls on his cell phone and he had all the bait he needed.

He slowed down when he reached the rut road turn off. didn't want to get his brand new Durango dirty, damned machine cost him forty grand. With All wheel drive, a winch, onstar, dvd player, and big assed knobby tires, there wasn't anyplace this baby couldn't go...and get back from. He was ready for anything ...still he hated the thought of maybe scratching the baby blue paint job he had special ordered.

Rovan

Rovan stood over Jo, laughing as she whimpered in fright. Instead of making her comply with his demands he decided on a different tactic.

Frightened, aren't you? Good. I am a man that always gets what he wants in the end.

He walked around behind her, out of sight. He stood for a long moment admiring the delicious swell of her ass. He put his hand on her shoulder and traced the curves of her shoulders down, ever down. As soon as Rovan touched Jo, she recoiled in horror, but there was nowhere to go. Her waist was small and beautiful. His hand kept moving down to her ass cheeks, cupping and squeezing them roughly.

Speaking of an end, you have a magnificent butt. I am not a man without feelings. Perhaps, it would be easier if I just fucked you from behind, out of sight. You could pretend that I was your boyfriend by closing your eyes ...

Rovan slipped his fingers between her legs. He was surprised that she was wet. Slowly, he started to fuck her with his hand. Rovan leaned forward, and whispered in her upturned ear ...

You want this, don't you bitch? Does your boyfriend tie you up for fun? Mmmm maybe its daddy.

Jo gasped ... maybe he was onto something here.

Mmm that's it. Does your daddy like to fuck his little girl? Jo is a good girl ... she should always do what her daddy wants right?

Rovan laughed deep in his throat.

From now on baby, I'm your daddy. You just think about that - you just think about keeping your daddy very, very happy. Just to show you daddy takes care of you, I'll be right back.

Rovan pulled on his jeans commando style and left the room. He threw open the door to where the other girl lay. Still tied up - and still defiant.

In the future you will address me with respect bitch.

Rovan untied her legs and shoved her into the bathroom. After she had pissed he pulled her up by the hair and threw her on the bed. She started screaming at him, swearing like a drunken whore. Time for an object lesson. Rovan started to choke her, Suze's eyes grew wide as she struggled helplessly. After a minute she passed out completely. Rovan released her unconscious body.

He picked her up and carried her back into Jo's room, where he dumped her body down in front of the rich girl who started screaming.

I thought you'd like to see your friend! That's the thanks I get huh? She's not dead, yet. She didn't listen. Next time, you both better do exactly as I say or I won't be so tolerant.

Rovan left the room, locking the heavy door behind him. That ought to scare the hell out of them. He'd fuck her - make that both of them real soon. Best to let 'em be afraid for a while. He had things to do.

Rovan had a funny feeling. The hair on the back of his neck was standing up. He checked on his guns. They were fully loaded, ready to go. Trouble was coming. he just felt it.

The ransom call was planned for the next morning. By afternoon he'd be headed towards Mexico where fine cigars awaited and hoardes of cheap Latina prostitutes would be at his beck and call the rest of his life.

It would be a long night ....

Jane Mitchell (Lyn Lay)

After I called his office and he told me he would be gone until Friday, I headed over to my lover's house telling her we had until then to enjoy being away from the shitheads we were married to.

One drink and the two of us were naked on her marriage bed in a hot 69, just as we enjoyed almost every day but tonight we had all night

In the morning I checked our voicemail and found a lot of calls. Some were from James wanting to know where the hell I was. He knew damn well where i was - In Beverly's bed just as he was fucking that slut Victoria he called his secretary.

Returning the call I discovered that his darling Joanne (who wasnt even his child but he didnt know that) - had been kidnapped from the campus and the police and FBI were in on the case.

I told Beverly I had to leave and told her why, and that I'd call her as soon as I had something to tell her.

As soon as I got home I met James and even without a kiss or a hello, he handed me the note telling us to use the name Lyn Lay I used to use when I was a porn queen. I knew it was someone from my vast past, and when James asked me what the meaning of the name was, I just grinned and said I wasnt sure.

Suzanne (aka Suzie)

As I came to in a heap on the floor, the images of the hooligan assaulting me flooded back. The more I’d raged at him, the more he hurt me—pulling at my hair, shoving me around physically, threatening all sorts of bodily harm, until he’d finally shut me up by choking me until I’d passed out. I remembered feeling sure I was going to die. Yet here I was alive…and the room seemed quiet. I carefully sat up and could see Joanne all trussed up and naked on the bed. She wasn’t moving. Was she dead or just sleeping? I moved closer and whispered to her, “Jo---anne…Jo---anne…” No response. I could hear Him moving around in the room next door. I had to be careful to stay quiet. I tiptoed around the room checking for an exit. The doors were locked. Next I tried the windows, all but one had been covered over with wire mesh. A cold shiver ran down my spine—whether the reinforcing on the windows was to keep the animals in or out, I had no idea. But the one thing I did know, I’d rather take my chances with the bears.

I carefully reefed on the handle that held the window shut. It wouldn’t budge. I pulled and pulled and finally it slid open with a groan. I held my breath afraid that He had heard and would return again. Nothing moved…including Joanne. As the window slid open I returned to Joanne and again tried to wake her. Shaking her shoulder and calling had no effect on her, but I could see she was breathing. Maybe the kidnappers had drugged her again? My ears were tuned to the movements in the other room. Suddenly his footsteps came near to the door again and I could hear his hand on the door. I couldn’t wait to see if he’d come in or not, and I trotted back to the open window and slid out. I’d have to save myself and then send the police to rescue Joanne.

Carefully landing with my feet on the quiet forest floor. I shoved the window closed again so as to conceal my escape route for a few minutes at least. I ran through the trees…running faster as I heard noises behind me. I didn’t wait to see if it was a bear or worse yet Him coming up behind me. Finally I had to stop to rest against a tree. As my breathing slowed, I heard it. I listened harder. Sure enough, that sounded like a car engine! I resumed my race through the trees to see if I could catch up with the vehicle. It might be my only chance for help in this remote forest area. I caught glimpses of a pretty blue vehicle in the distance and ran faster. Finally a reached a rough laneway, just barely catching the vehicle before it moved on. I got my first real look at the van (of course being a woman, the significance of the vehicle and it’s features were lost on me) as I tapped on the driver's window. The big burly man behind the wheel sure looked like a man who could defend a woman against the creep or creeps still held up in the cabin. I let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh God, I’m so glad to see you. I need your help!" The words spilled out quickly. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. My breasts heaved in my chest from my run. My blouse was torn and several top buttons had popped off. The button on my jeans had disappeared also. My hair was a mess and blue bruises had formed on my neck, clearly visible in the open neckline of my blouse. I finally stopped talking as I anticipated my rescuer’s positive response to my desperate request. But before he could answer, the world went dark before me as I slumped into his arms.

Joanne Mitchell

Joanne shuddered as she heard her captor laughing at her whimper.
He stood towering over her, the rigid cock still pointing to attention.

”Frightened, aren't you?”

His voice was pleasant and calm. She turned to look him in the eye.

”Good. I am a man that always gets what he wants in the end.”

She shuddered as he moved behind her.
She couldn’t see him. She couldn’t move to see him.
Her body tensed, not knowing what would happen next.
She flinched at the touch of her shoulder and pressed her eyes closed as his fingers trailed to her shoulder blades, down her spine and towards her waist.
She took a sharp breath as his hands began to mould against her ass, his touch becoming bolder, rougher as he squeezed and felt the outline of her pert buttocks.

”Speaking of an end, you have a magnificent butt.”

His complement revolted her.
Her body tremored.
His voice changed from conversational to an irony of concern.

” I am not a man without feelings.
Perhaps, it would be easier if I just fucked you from behind, out of sight.
You could pretend that I was your boyfriend by closing your eyes ... “

Again Jo’s response was merely a frightened cry and then a whimper as she felt his fingers move between her legs.
She felt them delving between her folds and push inside her.
She gave a soft sob, amazed at how quickly they slipped in.
She bit her lip as his fingers raped her pussy, fucking in and out as she whimpered helplessly.

”You want this, don't you bitch?”

Her body turned cold. The voice was harsh, cold now.

” Does your boyfriend tie you up for fun?”

She shook her head. How could he suggest such a thing?

” Mmmm maybe its daddy…”

Jo’s whole body tensed as a shocked gasp escaped her.
Of all the vile suggestions! How could he …?

”Mmm that's it. Does your daddy like to fuck his little girl?”

Jo pressed her eyes close, but it did not blot out the voice. It only made it worse. His slimy insinuating voice continued its vile comments.

”Jo is a good girl ... she should always do what her daddy wants right”

She ignored the insinuation and nodded.
She was a good girl. She had never disappointed her daddy.
Her response seemed to amuse him.
He laughed as if pleased by an admission she had not given.

”From now on baby, I'm your daddy.”

Joanne’s mind screamed how some pervert like him dare even assume she could ever think of him as …

”You just think about that - you just think about keeping your daddy very, very happy. Just to show you daddy takes care of you, I'll be right back.”

As suddenly as the onslaught had begun, he pulled his fingers out from inside her and strode over to replace his jeans before leaving the room.
Jo tried to make herself more comfortable, but her mind was racing.
What had he meant about her daddy?
What was he going to do now?
How would he prove that he could take care of her?
She moaned in discomfort; discomfort of the bonds that bit into her tender flesh and discomfort between her legs, where her pussy tingled and ached after the rough intrusion of his fingers.

Jo’s eyes flew to the door at the muffled noises she strained to hear beyond.
What was happening?
She shivered in fear.
The door burst open suddenly and in he strode, his arms full of something … someone … Jo froze as he dumped the body on the floor.
Suze!
Her friend lay inert on the floor.
She could tell there’d been a struggle … could see marks on her throat …
Good God! He’d killed her … strangled her!!

All the tension that had been held back whilst he had been molesting her broke forth as Joanne screamed loudly, releasing all her pent up fear and revulsion and shock.
Finally losing all self-control she gave sway to her piercing cries.
She did not hear his words.
She barely noticed he had left the room.
She screamed and screamed until she could scream no more.
And then she sobbed … sobbed and sobbed until no more tears would fall.
And then she slept.
A sleep so deep it was as if she were unconscious.
Emotionally spent, drained, Joanne fell into a comatose state, part sleep, part faint.
Her exhaustion so deep that she was unaware of the pain in her limbs, unaware of any thirst or hunger and unaware of the girl laying “dead” on the floor beside her.

Frank

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James Mitchell

James had heard her side of the conversation., someone was sick, perhaps dieing.

“I’m sorry Mr. Mitchell.. I have to leave. I’ll get someone to come down and see you in my place.”

“Thank you agent DeSouza, but that won’t be necessary. I really should be getting home and checking on my wife. I’m sorry if someone important to you is sick,” he added politely as she hurried away.

Jane was not home when he got there and he knew damn well where she was.

“Lying between that bitches legs no doubt,” he said to himself.

He called Victoria and let her know what had happened and that he didn’t know anything yet but that the FBI was on the kidnapping.

All night he paced wondering just what the hell was going on. Finally Jane called the next morning and he told her that Joann had been kidnapped.

“I don’t suppose you could crawl out from between her legs long enough to take in interest in our daughter, could you.”

She told him she was on her way home, to just hang on.

He showed her a copy of the note, the FBI had the original.

“I don’t understand,” he said. “It’s not very much money. Maybe something else is going on, or they want us to make payments or some crap. And who the hell is Lyn Lay?”

Jane looked at the note and just shrugged off the name.

“Well it has to mean something,” James said. “You know the authorities are going to ask you the same thing………They better not hurt her or there be hell to pay.” He added.

Brady

Brady stopped his suv and looked at the tree blocking the road ahead. It had obviously been cut down to fall across the road and keep any vehicle from continuing on. He was prepared for just such a situation. putting on a pair of leather gloves. he got out and went around to the front of his Drango. Pulling a cable from the winch attached in front he fastened it to the tree and got back into his suv. He started the engine and carefully backed up pulling the tree with him until he came to a wide spot in the road. After he untied the tree he rolled the cable back up and drove easily around it."Piece of cake." he said proudly.

He was watching carefully as he drove slowly past the tree to make sure none of the branches scratched his car when he heard a knock at his drivers side window. Turning he saw a young girl motioning him to roll the window down. She was out of breath and barely coherent. "Just a minute." he shouted thru the glass. "I'll open the door." He pointed to the handle and she backed away enough for him to open the door and step out.

"Thank god,!! I'm safe." she moaned and feinted in his arms.

Brady looked around to see if anyone was chasing her. he knew from the kidnapping report that this was one of the victums, a friend of the Mitchel girl. Westinghham was it? Suszane? yes he could tell by her long red hair. She had gotten away somehow. Was she being followed? Brady needed some time to figure out what to do. there was no use staying here like a sitting duck. If anyone was coming he could be sure theyd be armed and dangerous. He reached in and pulled his keys from the ignition. He grabbed his service revolver from the seat and stuffed it in his shoulder holster. the girl was still out when he threw her over his shouder and headed into the woods.

A short distance away from the road there was a grassy knoll. He stopped and gently eased the girl on to the soft grass. There were just enough trees to give him the cover he needed to watch the road.

He looked down at the unconsious girl. Her long red hair spilled out on the grass under her. Her face and neck were bruised and her blouse was torn open. Several buttons had been popped and the soft curves of her breasts pressed against the opening.

There was no time for niceties now he thought as he unfastened the remaing button and her blouse fell open exposing her creamy skin above the cups of her translucient bra, her aureoles and nipples coral dark against the cloth. He felt for her heart beat and breathed a sigh of relief. It was strong against his palm. She was alive!

The top button on her low cut Levi Jeans was tore off. Had the perpetrator tried to get them off before she made her escape? A tuft of red pubic hair showed above bikini undewear. In spite her condition Brady becme aroused. He shivered.
"Another time, another place and he'd make a play for this babe." He imagined her long slender legs wrapped around him, her breasts pressing into his chest. Her body arched against his, Her mouth... her... tongue...

Hey, Brady! slow down." he admonished himself "This girl, this Susie needs your help not your cock."

Water! where could he find water he saw a small pond just below the knoll and taking off his shirt he ran to it soaking up the cool water with it. returning to her side he pressed it to her face, her neck. her bares shoulders.

"Susie he implored wake up you're safe now.Wake up!" He saw her catch her breath and heard her cough. Her eyes flew open.

Brady caught his breath, they were the most amazing green eyes he had ever seen.