Hello Kitty burglar. (Closed for sweetp4u and myself)

[Niceandbrutal]

Lt. Gary Peterson stretched in his comfortable bed. At 32, his career was definitely on the right track. He'd joined the police force after an honourable discharge from the US Marines, and he soon found that policing initially had been nothing more than a toned down version of urban patrolling he'd done so much of in Iraq. But being a cop had its own rewards. He was far less likely to be shot at, and the general populace (at least the ones that Mattered) were grateful to have Gary and his colleagues around.

The big secret of good police work, Gary found, was to go with the flow and not upset the order of things. And so, when he received his first cut from a bribe his partner had taken from one of the local businesses, Gary hadn't balked and cried out in moral outrage. Quite the opposite, in fact. He saw the bribes as tokens of appreciation from thankful businessmen, and if they sometimes had to threaten with closing down businesses if the bribes stopped, then so be it.

As he advanced in rank, Gary saw that the bribes were part of a larger system where the police and sheriff's department not only received money for overlooking minor victimless infractions, but where those departments were sometimes involved in more illicit businesses with the local ruling mob. It was a good system. The local mob kept a low profile, tipping off the cops whenever competition tried to move in. The cops would take down the competition. As a result of this cozy arrangement, cops drank for free and had their pick of prostitutes in the local brothels, sometimes being invited along to "break in" new merchandise.

What police work remained to be taken care of was domestic violence and disturbance, DUI's, and other trivial stuff. Gary had pulled his weapon twice as a police officer and he hadn't fired off a shot in anger since Iraq.

Living a comfortable bachelor life, Gary had his own suburban two-storey house. He'd not squandered his extra income on fleeting pleasures, but invested and whitewashed to the point where he could be considered independently wealthy. He'd considered quitting the force, but the perks were just too many and too damned good.

He'd earned such a level of trust with the local mob that he hung out with them socially. They often entrusted him with errands and missions, and they readily showed him their appreciation for a job well done. It might be in the form of weekends in Vegas, extra money, valuables, or girls. And if the girls returned a little worse for wear after a weekend at Gary's place, then that was par for the course. He never left any lasting marks, at least. And Gary had appetites not too many normal women shared. Besides which, Gary preferred his victims to be initially unwilling. It was that much sweeter when they finally succumbed.

Gary hadn't let his body go to waste. He had a private gym that he used religiously, and he ran four times a week. Standing at 6'2", he was an imposing figure with large muscles gracing his frame. He had dark brown hair that had started to silver at his temples, and grey and cold piercing eyes.
Lying in bed now, he cast his mind back to the last girl who'd visited him. She was fresh off the boat and almost painfully naïve. She wised up quickly, though. She had been sweetly subservient and submissive when he was through with her. A lazy horny grin spread across his lips as he felt his cock stiffen. Maybe he could get another girl to- what was that?

An almost imperceptible sound from the first floor jolted him with adrenaline. Someone was in his home! He was almost certain that whoever it was would be an amateur newbie. No one intimately familiar with this town would be stupid enough to break into the home of a Police Lieutenant and known friend of the local mob. And so he crept out of his bed, clad only in boxers that showcased his still-erect dick. Grabbing a holdout gun from his nightstand, he slipped out of his room and headed for the stairs.

He took his time getting down those stairs. There were a few creaky boards that he needed to tread carefully on. He could now clearly hear someone rummaging about, stopping whenever the stairs creaked under him. Gary was disciplined enough to wait until whoever it was started looking through his things again. Finally he was downstairs. The floor was easier to sneak along on than the stairs had been, and he progressed slowly but surely towards the source of the noise.

Rounding the corner to the living room, he saw a short and thin person, all clad in black, riffling through one of his desk drawers. He pointed the gun at the person, loudly cleared his throat *a-hem* and switched on the lights.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Tara Boyd

That nagging little voice kept on and on, warning her that she shouldn't be here. She shouldn't be up to these old tricks and bad habits, no matter the cause or money being paid for it. She was so close to being hired by one of her top five dream-jobs, and yet.. Here she was, breaking and entering again. What she thought was left behind, a bad habit to survive growing up was now back in reluctant swing.

Won't gloss it up and say she's Robin Hood, she was simply from the 'hood'. Bad childhood, bad parents. IF one could call them that. Dirt poor and hating every minute of it. Starving, rags to wear and picked on her entire childhood. So she stole things. She broke into homes of those not around, lived in their place awhile before moving on. Few knew her story, she left one coast for the other to get away from that reputation. But apparently someone she told, told someone they knew and here she was doing a 'job' to get the dirt on some crooked bastard mobster. Probably some round, bald grandpa of ten.

Who even knew that 'the mob' was fuckin' real?

Twenty-six was far too old to be creeping around in the dead of the night, all in black and unarmed. She knew better, but she played it smart. She cased the job, watching and waiting from a safe distance each day as the residents left their home and went to work. Tara was a dancer, a graduate of Juilliard. A late start and a hell of a lot of work to get into the school at her elder age. Even harder to get hired, but she had done it! And now.. Her eyes went up and over the face of the darkened house looming before her.

Silent black soft-sole shoes made it's way to the alarm system. Pulling a gadget from her bag, she quickly opened the panel and clipped on the two alligator clamps to by pass and keep it from shrieking up the neighborhood. Quickly pushed within the box and closed as silently as possible, she moved on to the back door. The gadget wasn't hers, she had to be shown how to use this baby but she was obviously well funded by someone to afford such a gadget. Source said the mark would be out with the boys tonight, leaving her the house to search for a bit. The garage had never opened tonight, coming or going, It seemed to be clear.

Picking the back lock took little time, this was one area she excelled at. Sad to say, it was an older house and the locks were the first thing to make her smile since she got out of her car a mile back and hiked her ass here. Tumbler moved, her hands twisted and the lock was flipped open. Still, she was slow and cautious as the door was slowly pushed open. Poised to run, if lights went on and alarms went off, she had a path mapped in her head to quickly sprint upon and vanish. But not a single alarm or sound was heard, and she finally began to breathe a bit easier.

It was dark, but it was sort of lit up by moonlight. It was one hell of a spotless kitchen too. Blue eyes scanned the room, the neat and organized display of a kitchen either not used, or someone had a serious OCD. Small fingers captured her long brown hair and rolled it, flipping it and winding into a knot. Fastening her hair, she quickly pulled a black cap over her head to keep her hair out of her way, eyes going to drawers. She had to find some financial statements, bank book, ledgers. Needed to find the evidence that this guy was crooked. She only agreed to do this as this mob guy was stealing from a section of town she knew well and loved to death. Sure the money offered was nice, but it was the extortion that was what bothered her. Who the hell preyed on the elderly?!

The kitchen was clean, too clean. It was the same for all of downstairs, she had groped over the couches, the chairs and into crevices and cracks. Finding nothing of course. Her heart hammered in her ears the entire time, but no one drove by, no sounds of cars approaching or doors opening alerted her to anything or anyone else. She felt alone, almost safe in the inky darkness. Bookcases held nothing but movies, a few books and a few group photos too dark to really see. She hunted for hidden compartments and behind paintings for a wall safe but found nothing. The den space, the mobster's office was the last room downstairs to search before heading up, and it was where she was searching when this deep voice cleared it's throat and flipped on the lights.

FUCK!

She froze, wide eyed at a pair of naked feet and thicker calves.

Holy shit. SHIT!

Her eyes traveled up, strong legs, nice boxers and a formed tent to sculpted torso and lastly.. reluctantly, his face. Heart hammering in her chest, she later thought 'how in the hell did I miss the gun!?' but all she saw was one very appealing man, nearly undressed and looking at her in a way that made her stomach turn and body warm all over at the same time! She could not help but look him over once more before capturing the sight of his hand gun.

"Shit!" hissed out, she jerked upright and hands went up. Her mind scrambled, trying to figure out HOW in the hell the intell got so fucking messed up!? She backed up from the desk until she met wall, her hands up as those blue eyes widened and held his gaze. "Now.. I know you are probably wondering why some woman is in your den, and I will.. " She swallowed, "Talk.. as much as you like, if you would be so kind as to lower that gun, Sir? I am unarmed..." Her hands went higher, her body turning a bit to display her form in skin tight black, nothing bulging out on her form but her butt and breasts.

"As you can see.." She spoke in a whisper, as if the neighbors might hear her. She stretched herself a bit, going to her full medium height of just over five and a half feet tall. Slim arms came up, showing off her sculpted form and softer curves. There was little to the imagination in this get up, no place to hide anything from him with the lights on. Heart hammering wildly, her pulse was beating so loudly she had to wonder if he could hear it too? She felt a little dizzy but it was more likely from being caught and having a gun held on her by a man who looked more ready for sex than to fight. Which was entirely crazy because she should be fearing for her life, NOT admiring his fucking body!

Jesus!

That gun though, it was serious business. Life ending type business and he had every legal right to shoot her where she stood, unarmed or no. So the ideas of using her feminine wiles to woe him out of turning her in or shooting her dead, kind of fled the building. Tears wouldn't come, she was a dancer not a fucking actress! Still, she notched her chin up a bit, did not back down and show fear. She did wrong true, but she was no coward to die on her knees.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Gary had to stifle a laugh as she froze in place and looked him over with owlish blue eyes. It was only after a few seconds she registered the gun in his hands, jumping and swearing. She had a healthy respect for firearms, it seemed. Smart girl. She assured him she would talk if only he would lower the gun. Gary knew she would talk, gun or no gun. But he thought it cute that she thought she had a choice in this.

And then she stretched and twisted her body, and it was Gary's turn to gawk. She had the slender well-trained body of either a gymnast or, more likely, a dancer. There was real grace in the way she moved and carried herself, and the defiant little jut of her jaw told him something else: she was no coward. Gary smiled. This could turn out to be very interesting.

"For the moment I'm keeping the gun pointed at you. No matter how fast you think you are you can't outrun a bullet. Now, first of all I want you to lose the cap. Then I want you to do the following: Turn your back to me and lean forward and place both hands on the desk. Lean as far forward as you can and spread your legs. It doesn't look like you're carrying anything, but I need to frisk you to be sure. Try anything funny and Mr. Colt here," he wiggled the gun, "will do the talking. I guarantee you, you don't want him to raise his voice."

He waited for her to comply.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Tara

Son of a bitch!


Her hand lift up and grabbed the edge of the cotton cap, lifting it off her dark head and setting it to the desk before her. She eyed him, warily and then that gun of his once more as well. "Alright." She knew the stance well and moved easily into a compliance stance so he could frisk her as much as he wished. He'd find nothing on her, not even her ID was on her person. Just a medical alert bracelet under the body suit she wore with an alert to bee allergies.

Well not entirely true, her lock pick was in her shoe and her bag of burglar goodies were in the front room next to his over stuffed couch. Glad she left it there, but unsure if it would be of any use to her now. She pulled the bobby pin from her hair and let it fall down her back, the pin also going to the desk top and near the cap.

"I am quite certain I could not out run a bullet.." A little sarcasm in her tone but she moved carefully and quickly. Her feet spreading shoulder width, her hands resting flat against the desk top. "Phone line's been cut.." She confessed as she dropped her gaze and face to the shine of oak desk top, a wicked little smirk playing on her smile. Hopefully he could not see it, as she did not think to NOT antagonize the crooked son of a bitch.

"You know.. we could always work out a deal.." Offered tentatively, unsure who this man was exactly. He didn't look like a damned mobster, nor Italian! Nor old enough but he did reek of police academy.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

If circumstances were different, Gary would have been sure she was trying to seduce him. As it was, he became more guarded. The way she removed the bobby pin and shook her hair loose was almost a textbook seduction technique he'd seen far too many times in movies and with working girls. Not that he suspected her of being the latter, although she'd make a killing if she ever went into that particular business.

Her calm demeanor told him that she was either complying but holding her head high to mask any fears, or she was planning something stupid. Gary didn't believe in taking any chances. When she'd assumed the position he cautiously moved forward and kicked her legs further apart and further out before moving around the desk and spreading her arms further apart as well, using his feet or his free hand while the gun was trained on her. He'd placed her in what was known as a stress position, a position designed to put maximum strain on arms and legs. 10 minutes in and any normal person's appendages would start shaking from the strain.

Standing in front of her he frisked her arms with his free hand, finding nothing. Moving around the desk again, and his breath caught. This chick had a seriously hot body! His cock strained and tented his boxers as he ogled her slender and curvy form. The way he'd made her lean further forward accentuated a well toned butt nicely as it jutted up and out.

He moved close to her and searched her neckline. There was a metal chain around her neck which he removed. It was a medical alert bracelet Informing those it might concern that the bearer, Tara Boyd, bloodtype A-, was allergic to bees. He placed the chain on top of her cap, leaning over her as he did so. His bulge pressed against her, sending shivers of lust coursing through him.

"You know.. we could always work out a deal.."

He paused. She sounded uncertain. Gary was horny as hell and he'd already made up his mind to fuck this girl. But he was curious. What the hell did she think she had to offer him except her body, which he'd decided to use whether she wanted to or not anyway? This he had to hear.

"What did you have in mind, Tara Boyd? Don't think about getting up from that position, by the way. I'm REALLY curious as to what you think you have to offer me that I can't just take from you, sugartits."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Tara

Sugartits? What the hell kind of name was that? This guy had watched too many movies, or was purposely trying to insult her and make her do something stupid to validate shooting her. Her body was used to hard stances but this one was taking the cake on pressing her to her limits. Was he hoping she'd fall or was some sort of contortionist?

"No one's been hurt, nothing has been taken or broken." A growl rumbled as he pressed to her backside. Another shiver ran up her spine, her body tense and straining to remain still. "Aren't you a little curious why I am even here in the first place?" She toyed with him a bit, but not overly so nor any real tone of joy about it when speaking. That gun was digging into her body and quite uncomfortably so.

What did he mean by 'take' what he wanted?

She waited until his hand stilled it's search but did not move. "As you can see, I am unarmed." Again she stated the obvious, but bit back any smart ass retorts. She had to think of SOMETHING, some way to get the hell out of this mess!

Fuck! THINK DAMN IT!

Her stomach churned and her nervousness grew in leaps and bounds. He hadn't moved from behind her, his gun was still trained on her body and dread was sinking in that any moment she'd get a real nasty surprise in a very painful way. She felt choked by him, lurking there behind her. His large form was radiating heat, and a familiar soap scent that was not displeasing. It made her painfully aware of how much smaller she was compared to him and that he could literally do any damn thing he pleased. Shit, right now even a damned grope of both hands would be a relief!

"Call the fucking cops already!" Snapped out, her fear starting to choke off her control. Jail was preferable to death by any one's standards. That gun was not on the plate when she took this job. She didn't know that there was a large man living here nor an armed one. She felt a little silly too for those thoughts. This is fucking America, everyone has guns today! Why had she not come prepared for a shit storm? Too many years at a fancy school, lunching at tea shops.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"No one's been hurt, nothing has been taken or broken. Aren't you a little curious why I am even here in the first place?"

"Oh don't you worry about that, Tara. I'll find out in my own sweet time," he replied as he continued frisking her. He cupped her breasts and gave them each a squeeze. He'd notice if there was anything dangerous stuffed in her bra that way. There wasn't, but he gave her tits a couple of extra squeezes just for the hell of it. He was the one in charge, after all. And he wanted to make sure she knew that.

He made a stop near her groin as he probed and prodded near her pussy and her anus. He'd heard stories of people jamming weapons into orifices, and Gary didn't believe in taking chances. But he probed and groped with his free hand longer than necessary to drive home the point that he was in charge of her. He found the lockpick in her shoe, which he neatly placed atop her cap.

He'd spent several minutes frisking her now, and he thought he sensed a beginning trembling in her muscles. Good. Give it a few more minutes and she would be all but powerless from the lactic acid in her limbs.

"Call the fucking cops already!"

Gary snickered at that. "Honey, who do you think I am!? I AM a cop, you stupid bitch! And besides, didn't you say the phone lines were cut. See, no one knows you're here, and I'm guessing you're good enough to not be seen entering here."

He leaned over her trembling form again, his cock poking her midriff as he whispered in her ear: "I. Own. You!"

He stepped around the desk and stood in front of her, watching her expression, looking for any form of reaction. He grabbed her cap and held it under his nose. It was a clean smell, mixed with a hint of fresh sweat. His mouth hitched into a crooked smile and he gave an approving exclamation: "Hm!"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Tara

Her limbs were weakening, starting to ache more and more with each passing second. A handy trick the bastard used there, making sure she would be unable to kick his ass or run for it. Not that she would have, not with him training that colt on her. Millions of thoughts went shooting through her head, from head butting the cocky jerk, to fleeing and finally asking as nice as possible. None of which were options, she would be damned if she asked this crooked pig for a damn thing!

Humiliation stained her cheeks with red, her eyes closing and teeth clamping down to keep her sharp tongue under control. Pissed off, scared and now humiliated by his overtly groping of her person. Even more so when he about finger banged her through her damned clothing! She trembled from the strain but bit down hard on her tongue to remain as silent as possible. Despite the anal probe and his fingers pressing in areas he shouldn't be. What was honestly the worst part in all this? Aside from being caught that is? He was good looking and well built, if he didn't talk like a prick... Worst part was her god damned body was betraying her by reacting to the sight of him! Defiantly though, her blue eyes were slammed shut to keep from seeing him as much as possible.

she knew he had to have a cell phone some where. No one went without cell phones in this day and age, but let him pretend otherwise. Hell, it was probably a car phone if one were to judge based on his out-dated security system he had on this house. Yes, petty hateful thoughts were going through her head at a nonstop train wreck speed. A coping mechanism mainly, helping her not run her mouth and maybe survive this guy's house.

She was going to KILL Miles for setting this job up.

"I. Own. You!" Whispered in her ear and that hatred seared her soul so sharply, so acutely deep it went she felt her entire body respond in ways that almost frightened her. Heat, every where. Her heart slammed painfully into her breast and lodged, as did her breath. Coldness crept over her limbs but a moment, turned into a tingle and the urge to kick him, pee and cum all hit her at once.

OBVIOUSLY she was losing her mother fuckin' mind!

His cock was pressing at her, she could feel his arousal and wanted so badly to be sickened by him and that fact, but couldn't find it in her to do anything less than slap him! Her face averted away from his and his probing expression, keeping her eyes down cast.

"What . are you doing. Going to do to me?" Squeaked out, her hands gripping the edge of the desk, her knees starting to buckle a bit.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"What are you doing. Going to do to me?"

There was not a hint of arrogance or cockiness in her voice. Still holding her cap, he finally lowered the gun as he studied her. Her knees had started buckling. By now she wouldn't be able to run if her life depended on it. The best she'd manage would be a painful trot. He considered giving her a sporting chance, but he really wasn't in the mood for a chase.

Instead, he started tearing up her cap into strips. Watching her while doing so, he tested the fabric of the strips. It was good strong weave, probably strong enough to use as impromptu rope until he got hold of his handcuffs. He moved around again and took hold of her left arm abruptly, causing her forehead to slam into his desk. He giggled teasingly and exclaimed a mocking "Oops!" He wrenched the arm around to her back. Pinning the arm in place, he reached for her right arm, grabbed it and wrenched it on to her back as well. Then he tied her hands together behind her back. If she tried moving he was ready to give a quick jab to her kidneys.

"You may have noticed that I'm not training my pistol on you any more. Let's keep it that way, shall we? This needn't be more unpleasant than it has to. Yes? What am I going to do to you? You'll see, sugar. Now if you'll just come with me..."

He lifted her off the desk by pulling on her hands tied together. They had done this several times in Iraq when detaining suspects. The point was to, quite literally, keep them on their toes. He had tied the hands together in such a way that upwards pressure became painful. He used it now to control her.

"Kick off your shoes and socks," he ordered her, applying painful upwards pressure to remind her who was in charge.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Tara

Forehead throbbing, she swore sharply as her head bounced off the desk. Arms wrenched behind her back, she knew this sadistic bastard enjoyed pain. Or at least dishing it out! Ten times a fool not bringing a weapon with her! Even more so trying to cooperate with a man who would rather you fight.

Prick!

Yanking up on her toes, she swore again, hissing out in pain from the upright push on her arms, "trying to wrench something out of fucking place?!" Hissed out in pain at him. Her feet complied with at least getting the shoes off. Sending one flying across the room and into a bookcase with pictures on it.

"oops.." mockingly as she could with so much pain tearing through her shoulders. "I can't get my fucking socks off like this!" Fuck! She couldn't barely touch the carpeted floor, let alone get traction enough to pull her socks off her feet. She did however, stand upon her well trained toes to relieve some of the pressure, wishing like hell she could sink her knee into his overly cocky groin and drop the giant asshole.

"Look, I know you're angry.." She grunted a bit with the pain, trying to catch his face, those hard eyes. "I am just doing a job, obviously the wrong one.." She could not help the plea in her tone, "You don't have to hurt me, I'm not resisting or fighting you!" Teeth grit together, her body still shaking from a combination of .. well just about everything and anything except drugs! "Have to be stupid to fight you, fuck you're three times my size!" Most cops had an ego, the size of a few counties too. Small dick? Former Jocks? Beaten as kids? Who knew but they all had this fucking authority issue and he was screaming it in spades! Why else would he look like that and act this way?

She would break into a fucking sadist's house..

She sighed heavily, trying not to give into the typical female hysterics. She wasn't one of those women. Never had been, never thought she would be. But this guy was really scaring the fucking shit out of her.

What if he was a murderer too?

She paled at that, trying to hold as still as possible and not resist whatever it was he wanted. "Please? Look, I only did this because I was told you were working for the mob, okay? Otherwise you'd never cross my path.." Not in his line of work and her having given up this.... well ain't that grand? She IS a crook, she broke into his house, after all.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Her "oops" as she kicked a shoe into one of his bookshelves earned her some extra pain. He chuckled as she went through defiant anger, bargaining and reasoning, and finally saying "please". She was afraid. She should be. He was going to fuck her. But afterwards? Break her mentally and sell her to the brothels? Keep her around as a sex slave? Kill her? He never entertained a scenario where he'd let her go.

He led her to the basement, the stairs down a grueling task for her as she tried to keep up with him. He toyed with her then, changing his pace so that differences in height applied more or less pressure on her shoulders. At the bottom of the stairs was a door with a numberpad over the door handle. He shoved her up against the wall before punching in the 6-digit code.

The lock let out an audible *click*, and he opened it and shoved her roughly inside. If she fell she would hopefully land on the thick carpet that was a little way inside. He shut the door behind them both and waited until he heard the safety lock engage again before he turned on the lights.

It was a fairly large room. In one end of the room stood a large bed with a headboard of metal bars. On the bars were restraints. Fastened to a thick wooden roofbeam were metal loops with chains running through them. The chains were fastened to the floor in one end and had hand restraints in the other end. There were whips, paddles, gimp masks and ball gags adorning the wall, along with handcuffs, footchains, and thumbchains. Hidden in drawers were remote controlled electrical collars, dildos and vibrators, and lingerie.
There was also a table and leather couches, and loudspeakers built into the walls. An adjoining room held showers and a toilet. There were no windows for daylight to seep in, and the place had an old musky smell to it.

He pointed his gun at her again and ordered her to turn around. He went to her and untied the knot of the makeshift restraints he'd made. "You can free yourself from the restraints now, Tara. I will puncture you if you try anything stupid. When you're free from the restraints I want you to turn around and strip for me. And if you're thinking about screaming for help, knock yourself out. No one will hear you. And get used to this place. This is your new home."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Tara

One thing she knew how to do was fall gracefully, and safely. She came to rest on her side on the carpeted rug, but regained her knelt position quickly. Thigh aching a bit from hitting the floor first, she scampered back up to her knees and to one foot until the room caught her attention. She froze then, there on that pristine carpet with mouth gaping and eyes bugging out at the array of torture paraphernalia fixed to walls, to ceiling, to the bed!

Jesus!

That bed was HUGE, but so was the man blocking her in here. Won't lie, she panicked there. Her head nearly snapping to turn back at him and his gun, looking at it as options ran through her mind and his words deadened her being to an icy state of paralyzed fear. He meant to keep her! HERE! In this torture chamber! How long? Until dead?

Oh my god..

She felt the bile rise in her throat, her stomach curling and heaving. How many died in this room? Was she next? Would she be next?! No signs of blood, but that gun was trained on her... She could end it now though. Or so she thought, but a single weak moment. Force him to kill her now, save her from his sick pain and games, horrible abuse came to mind. WHY else would he have these things here?! But then she remembered Miles. Miles knew she was here!

HOPE! God, thank God, she had hope! He did know where she went and when her car was found after she was reported missing, Miles would know! He'd see that she was rescued... Blue eyes lowered to the gun once more, and she had to wonder if it would be soon enough?

He came at her then and she cringed away from him, but he got her shoulder and turned her easily about, lowering to fiddle with her hands before pulling away again. What had he said? She swallowed the lump spoiling in her throat, stomach, and fixed her eyes back on his square face. He told her to scream as much as she wanted, but the way he said it... as if it was what he hoped she would do. Almost daring her to do it.. Or it was merely her imagination running wild, making the man into a monster to validate that fear clogging her mind, her rational thought processors.

Strip?!

Her hands shook as she pulled free of the bindings. Her knit cap was useless now, about as useless as she felt. Why, God! Why hadn't she prepared herself better for this job?! Some how she made it to her feet, to stand her five and a half feet tall height. Calloused toes dug into the carpet, her body trembled as fear crept further and further into her mind. What would he do to her? Would she live through it? Would she want to live through it? Scream all you like, he'd said that... It would do her no good.. SO he had women here before, had screaming women here before her.

Her eyes closed, trying to steady herself as a tear slipped down her cheek. She wanted to plead with him to let her go, but with a room like this one?? She wouldn't demean herself like that, ask for the impossible. She wasn't getting out of this room on her own, and some how she just knew that this man was not going to ever let her out.. alive at least.

Numb fingers reached for the hem, flinching at her own cold touch. Funny, her skin felt like ice all over, as if already dead.

Is this what a break down feels like?


Before she angered him, lost her nerve or stomach contents all over the place, she yanked her long sleeve turtleneck up and over her head. Baring her small pert breasts, but that was nothing new to a ballet dancer. Bared breasts were an every day thing, along with quick changes and skin tight clothing. She felt nothing in the way of shame, just fear he'd hurt her if she did not comply. She bent then to the hip zipper in the tight jeans she wore. Tugging it down and quickly shimmying out of it as well. Straightening, her hands fell to her groin to cover the small thatch of fine hair resting just above her bared sex. Stepping on each leg and tugging free, she kept her eyes on the gun and away from his expression. Having no desire to see him gaping at her or mocking her. She knew she was small, her breasts weren't impressively large either, pale as white could be. She was flawless for the most part, but one strawberry mark from birth on her butt cheek and a small mole on one collar bone.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

He'd put the fear of God into her, it seemed. She paled considerably when he told her this was to be her home, and her hands shook when she freed herself from the restraints. Good. Her being afraid might mean less trouble for him. As she stood up, a tear trickled down her face and fear all but emanated from her in waves. He'd never grow tired of the power he had over these women. It was intoxicating, arousing beyond belief. His boxers were bulging from his arousal.

She didn't hesitate very long. Her turtleneck sweater came off in a swift fluid motion, revealing small pert breasts standing out to greet him. And stepping out of her pants, he could barely suppress a gasp. She had a sleek well trained body, almost unblemished. She was easily the most beautiful woman he'd entertained down here. And she was his. This one was too good to be sold to a brothel. She was also too good to kill. He needed to break her, to induce the Stockholm syndrome on her. But how to proceed?

With a softer voice he told her: "Good. You're being smart about this. I don't want to hurt you unless I have to. Now kick your clothes toward the door." He waited for her to comply, then told her: "Now, you see the manacles hanging from the wood beam? I want you to fasten them to your hands and snap the padlocks shut. Go on now, it won't do you any good to disobey me. I have the keys to the locks around somewhere, don't you worry."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Tara

A small sound escaped from the back of her throat, and again her eyes fell closed as she mentally steeled herself to do as she was told. NOT to tell him off or worse, compliance! She HAD to comply!

"please.." It came out in a small whisper, hoping he had some inkling of kindness in him. "I don't want to die.." trembled past her lips, her face flaming with shame at asking the man not to hurt her! Back on the streets, young and stupid, she had no fear. Blindly she stood toe to toe with anyone, male or female who got in her face. But back then, her dreams were just that, stupid childish dreams she'd never accomplish. Now, however, was an entirely different story. She had accomplished her dream and was THIS close, this tiny little step close to success.. and she blew it!

She kicked the clothes, looking to the beam, trying to blink the tears from her vision as things swam about before her. It meant she had to uncover herself to do as he wanted. It meant she had to lock herself into this hell hole with him and accept captivity! She wanted to rant and rail and kick and bite and HURT him! God, she wanted to hurt him so badly! Yet, she couldn't do a fucking thing!

Except comply.

His tone seemed to soften, but it could only be her imagination trying to calm herself down. Who knew? She stepped backwards, bumping with a painful grunt into the bed post. Gasp escaping, wetly as she fought panic, fear and survival instincts and sheer blind stupidity that would get her hurt further. "I..." She couldn't speak, she did not WANT to be in this room, in this position and sure as hell NOT chained up like some dog!

But what real choice did she have?

She was a smart girl, mouthy but smart. She had a small hope. All in that little pot O' Gold called Miles.. But it was still hope, damn it! Her hands lift, before she even realized she was complying without a spoken word of defiance.. maybe her brain was functioning properly? Clamped into the cold unforgiving metal shackles, she lift her head and gave him a very cold stare.. Well in her mind it was cold, but it was terrified, not intimidating in the slightest. She expected him to hurt her, knew it was coming and nothing he could say would change it. No tone could soothe her, this room was just beyond frightening in it self, but add all the torture items to the mix?

She had heard about some kinky group of people, once. Used chains and whips and shit like it was foreplay and fun.. This sure as hell did not feel the least bit fun to her.. And it was clear on her face as she tried hard to remain still, shackled to his roof but she kept backing away from him until the chain gave no more freedom to do so. Turning her body a bit from him so he only saw her profile, hiding herself as best she could from those staring eyes.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Even deathly afraid she was beautiful. Gary's resolve didn't weaken, but for the first time he hoped she would be easy to break, that she would submit and be compliant to his wishes. For now, she did as she was told and that was either because she was submitting to him already (unlikely) or because she was biding her time (likely).

She inadvertently made the next step of his easier when she backed away from him until the chain was taut. "Thanks for the help Tara," he said with a hint of mirth in his voice. He grabbed the chain on his side of the metal loop in the roof beam and started pulling. In the floor, about a foot away from the chain anchor, there was a hook large enough to fasten the links in the chain. As he pulled, she was dragged back towards the beam where the chainloop was fastened.

"Don't fight this, Tara. I don't want to chafe your wrists." He tightened the chain so much that her arms were raised above her head and she had to stand on her toes. Then he fastened the chain to the hook in the floor so she stayed in that vulnerable position.

Turning his back on her now, he ejected the ammo clip and jacked the chambered bullet out of his pistol before reinserting it into the clip. Then he turned around and pointed the gun at her face before aiming it at his own head. "If I should die down here, you'd die too. Slowly. Think about that." And then he pulled the trigger.

A loud *click* emanated from the pistol and he giggled. "Never play russian roulette with a pistol." Only then did he hold up his ammo clip which he'd hidden in his hand before he giggled again. This had worked well in Iraq. Always keep the victim guessing during an interrogation. And never bluff about punishment.

He went to a drawer and collected a curved vicious-looking dagger. He also collected a blindfold, a paddle, and a whip made of rough and coarse leather. He returned to her and placed whip, paddle, and dagger in front of her.

"I'm going to put this blindfold on you in a minute. But first I need you to take a long hard look at me and these implements. If you displease me in any way it might be the last thing you ever see. Keep that in mind."

He waited for her to have (or not have, he didn't care either way) her last look about before he approached her and blindfolded her.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Tara

She told herself that she was not afraid, that he would not reduce her to a begging pathetic heap. She said it quietly, to herself, within her own mind and heart as she watched him, as he pulled her to her toes and fastened her there. Her reaction was without thought, reflexive at most as she rose to her toes and stood there. Her small hands wrapped about the chain, body tensing as she lift a little with her arms to relieve the pull at her wrists. Large eyes watched, terrified of the gun he held at it temple. She heard his words, but a part of her hoped he'd do it, end himself.

Still when that gun emitted a loud click of metal striking empty chamber, she jerked from head to toe. Gaping at the insane man, she couldn't find her words, could not collect her thoughts. She trembled, afraid more now than she had been before. This son of a bitch had NO respect for human life! Shit, how the fuck was she going to survive this if he had no qualms about putting his own gun to his head?! Fighting down the nervous frightened bile lodging up her throat, she could only gape, pant with her fear and pray Miles got here soon.

She didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to see his sickness in those probing grey eyes nor did she want to take a long lingering look at his implements of torture! She turned her head away from him, but he didn’t seem to give a shit either way as he merely shoved a blindfold over her face and shut out her ability to see. Breathing hitched in her breast, panic at being blind kicked in as did the ringing in her ears grow louder. Pressing with her toes, she tried to get away from him in an unless endeavour, as she could not move, in any direction. Swallowing, her lips parted, moving silently. She couldn’t find words! She wanted to say so many things but every single god damned one was something that would be sure to get her slapped! Or worse..

A small sound escaped her, a mewl and whimper. With thoughts racing, body tense so badly it felt as if joints were going to snap out of socket, she hung there before him as some kind of trophy. "Please? Just let me go?" Her forehead pressed to her arm, rubbing unconsciously so. "I .. I won't tell anyone.." She promised, her head shifting without thought of what it was she was doing, that it may be fatal to try and rub that eye covering off of her face. Soft spoken pleads were all she could muster up the courage to try, after watching that display of 'toys' the man placed onto a near by table.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Her fear was mounting now. He took a minute to listen to her panicked breathing as he slowly crept around her and watched her try to move, try to reason with him.

"Please? Just let me go? I .. I won't tell anyone.."

She was trying to remove the blindfold. She really was making this too easy for him. He silently moved behind her after grabbing the paddle and the dagger from the floor. Without warning, the broad face of the instrument hit her right asscheek with a loud *thwack*.

"If you know what's good for you, you leave the blindfold on, bitch."

A new blow landed on her left cheek.

"You are in no position to address me as an equal. 'Sir' or 'Master' will do nicely."

He silently placed the paddle on the thick rug and moved in front of her. Training or no, her feet should have too little purchase on the floor for her to deliver a powerful kick. He placed the edge of the dagger against her throat.

"We can begin now. Who sent you here, cunt?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Tara

*Thwack!*

FUCK!

Sharp sting and quick burn made her jerk, her body bow outward and one leg lift from the already tedious hold she had upon the floor.

"If you know what's good for you, you leave the blindfold on, bitch."

"JESUS!" Spat out, swearing colorfully as the second landed on the other cheek of her ass. Hands gripped within shackle, body tense and swaying as she had no means to escape or even turn away from him!

"You are in no position to address me as an equal. 'Sir' or 'Master' will do nicely."


Master?! LIKE HELL! He's fucking out of his right mind! Think, Tara.. Think!

That wide strip across both cheeks was now throbbing. Hell, had she ever been spanked before?! Ever in her life? She'd been back handed a few times, threatened with a beating, but never actually spanked! Her head stilled, she did not want any more of THAT shit again! Hadn't even given it thought she was pushing it up, but that sure as shit stopped her in her tracks!

God damn it burns! It's not terribly painful, but an annoyance for sure. She'd live.. for now anyway. She longed to rub her butt, try and ease the sting there as much as she wanted to tell him to go get fucked!

He's moving? She swallowed, breath held as she listened to his move about her. Her head turned, trying to turn an ear his way, trying to find him without the aid of her eye sight, and failing miserably. What the fuck is he doing?!

She saw stars, remembered then she held her breath and sucked in a wet sharp breath, coughing a moment until something cold, something metal.. touched her throat.

..... The knife!?

Everything in her stilled, except her rapid beating heart. Her chin lift as she did not dare move and prayed to God that her feet held out!

"We can begin now. Who sent you here, cunt?" He was so near, she could feel his body heat, smell his breath.

"Sent me?" She paused then, her mind was not working. What had she to gain by her silence? Time? Maybe a bit of time, and maybe a bunch of pain. What could she tell him? Her mind went fucking blank on her, just .. a blur of nothing! She stiffened, that blade was too damned close to her jugular.

"I was.. I was .. Sent by this.. this guy, the department Lieutenant .. he uhh.. He wanted proof..." What the fuck had Miles said the guy's name was? Ralston? Ralph? Rolland? FUCK! "Lieutenant wanted dirt on you! Started with an R.. shit!" She really could not think and did not hold much back, save for Miles. But .. if she told him that detail? She'd never get out of here! Tears came quickly with those thoughts, the knife, the sting on her ass. "I can show you the guy if you take me cross town.." Weak as shit, god she was so damned cowardly!

 

[Niceandbrutal]

"I was.. I was .. Sent by this.. this guy, the department Lieutenant .. he uhh.. He wanted proof... Lieutenant wanted dirt on you! Started with an R.. shit!"

Started with an R? It didn't take Gary long to figure out who the culprit was. It had to be Lt. Roland of Internal Affairs. Ballsy move by Roland. And it might have caused some real damage if Gary had kept records at home. As it was, he owned a safety deposit box in a bank controlled by the local mob where he kept incriminating papers hidden. Roland probably figured he should get Gary out of the way because Gary might do the same to him. Roland was as corrupt as Gary, but a little too jittery for his own good.

"I can show you the guy if you take me cross town.."

Uh-huh. Sure. He removed the knife from her throat and stepped away from her for a moment. Standing perfectly still so as not to give away his position, his police mind went to work. Even allowing for stress, he found it highly unlikely that she'd forget her contact's name. She was either lying or not telling him everything.

He put down the knife and picked up the paddle again. Circling quietly and slowly to mask his presence, he landed a new blow. He struck the back side of her left thigh, just below the buttock.

"You're lying. You'd remember his name if you'd dealt with him directly."

A new blow, right thigh, same place as on her left thigh.

"I don't doubt for a second that Roland ordered this, but he didn't contact you directly. If he did you'd remember his name."

"Who?" *thwack* "Sent?" *thwack* "You?" *thwack*

He'd given her three successive blows over both buttocks. He took a step back to admire his handiwork. Her ass and thighs were now a bright red. He'd measured his blows so he wouldn't cut her or bruise her too much. But it would sting like crazy and she'd be warm to the touch.

He couldn't resist fondling and pinching her ass a little! He moved in again, dropping the paddle with a loud clatter. Pressing his tented erection between her buttocks, he grabbed an asscheek with each hand and whispered in her ear: "Getting warm, slut? This is just the beginning."

He stepped back and slapped her ass twice with his bare hands, enjoying the sound and the feeling as his hand bounced off toned and taut flesh. "And don't forget: it's 'Sir' or 'Master' when you address me."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Tara

Lower lip and chin trembled as her fiery nature flared white hot, jerking with each blow she ground her teeth and swallowed both pleas and insults. She did not trust herself to speak, and so she panted, heavily. Hanging there, with her head down, she tried to find a calm in the chaos of her mind. He was trying to break her, she had no doubt about that!

Skin glistened here and there, beaded sweat rolling at her temple in sync with a tear slipping down her face, she quivered where she tried to keep balance on her toes. Her butt burned, as did her thighs .. as did her pride. His pinching made her gasp, sucking in a deep breath and flinch. He seemed overly aroused by hurting her, if the cock digging into her ass was any indicator! What a sick, twisted fuck this one was.

One other cop enjoyed this shit, O'Keeffe and his partner Doyle. She recalled them well from their regular patrols near by and back alleyways. She had heard plenty on those two, ran into O'Keefe one night herself, by herself. He had tried to be polite and pick her up at the bar, but she could see the hard set look in his eyes and the insincere smiles he kept flashing her. The way he pinned her without touching her, hard gaze and .. It was not easily explained, but she sensed it then as she did now, he enjoyed hurting others.

"O'Keeffe!" Spat out hatefully, hoarse and dry of tone and mouth, she let the lie slip easily. "He met up with me three weeks back, left his fat fuck partner at home I guess.. " Sneered out of her mouth, she hated those two and had no issue with delivering up their names. If they weren't guilty of this, they were sure as shit guilty of so much more and possibly worse. "Brian O'Keeffe, who I met up with to get your address.. Sir." She added the last with wild beating heart and a tingle of fear skirting down her spine he would strike her again if she did not cooperate a bit better.

He moved away from her, far enough away she could not smell him, nor feel him. She couldn't hear the man either.. Which was a feat for a man his fucking size! All she could hear was her panting, sniffles and rattle of chain as she dangled there. Hating the tears, the sign of weakness as much as she was hating the bastard who gave the welted burning marks to her ass, she could think of no way out of this mess. She wet her lips, trying to calm her fear down enough to think, to be reasonable.

"Please... Sir?" Breath held a moment until she thought she heard him to one side of her. "I will cooper - ate.." Words stuttered and hitched as she spoke, hating herself for being so damned weak to fear a fucking spanking! Still, it wasn't just spanking. He had knives, he had .. things she was certain would cause serious pain. "You do not have to hit me to get answers." Her voice cracked, but she did not try to find some false bravado to save face, not now. Not like this, would be a fools pride getting herself killed or worse!

 

[Niceandbrutal]

O'Keeffe, huh?

That made sense, actually. O'Keeffe wasn't a good cop by any standard or definition. It stood to reason that he would try to make a name for himself by going after Gary. The dumb schmuck was useful as muscle and little else. Of course Roland would use him. Oh well, a quick word in the right ears would spell the end of those two bumbling idiots.

"I believe you, slave. But guess what? You've only bought your life with that info. Your freedom? You can forget about that. But that isn't to say I won't reward you," he added with an evil chuckle. He went to one of the drawers and made a point of rummaging loudly through his toys. In the end he came away with leg irons on spreader bars and a Hitachi magic wand.

"Don't try anything stupid now," he told her. kneeling beside her trembling blindfolded form, he quickly attached one of the irons around her slender right ankle. Then he grabbed her left leg and pulled it away from her right leg, causing her to lose footing completely as she hung from the fastened chain. When he'd managed to place the other iron round her left ankle, her legs were forced open for him as she swung like a whimpering pendulum from the chains.

"Seeing as you're cooperating, I've decided to give you an extra treat," he said with a voice brimming with mirth. He unfastened the chain and lowered her just enough so that one foot at a time could touch the floor. Now she was completely helpless. And that was exactly how Gary Peterson preferred his women. He stood close to her now, making no attempt to mask his presence.

He grabbed and squeezed her tits roughly before taking her nipples between his teeth and teasing them with his tongue, biting down hard enough to make her wince. His right hand was exploring her pussy while his left hand snaked round her back and lazily smacked her ass with irregular intervals. It was glowing warm to the touch.

He kept this up for a few minutes before he stepped back and looked at his prisoner. She was a delightful mess. She would be messier still when he was through with her.

"Are you ready for your reward, slave?" He switched on the Magic Wand. The powerful vibrator buzzed and hummed in his hands as he continued: "Well, ready or not, here I come. Then you will come."

He started by moving the wand back and forth between her thighs, almost smacking her, not touching her pussy. He took his sweet time torturing her, making sure the vibrations would have an effect on her sex whether she wanted to or not. When he deemed her ready, he placed the wand directly on her clit and kept it there, watching her with interest as the tool worked its magic on her.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Tara

Slave?

He referred to her as a slave?! Jesus Christ! He meant it, he really fucking meant it! He was going to keep her, prisoner here in this hell hole.. for life? She could not help the sob that near choked her, nor the tears that soaked into the blindfold.

"Please, I will do what you want.." Pleading, hoping he would let her go, hoping he would not hurt her any more at the very least! She had school, a career waiting on her! She couldn't possibly be his slave, she didn't even want to be his! He lowered her to the floor, her body getting some relief from the hanging, from the pain in her shoulders and sockets. Finally touching ground, though unable to move was a considerable relief, one that only made her tear up more.

She was fucking scared to death.

His treat as he so called it was some kind of bracer bar between her ankles, strapped to her body! Keeping her lewdly spread open, exposed and no means in which to hide herself from what ever he wished to do. The thoughts racing her through her mind were just wild, out of sorts and crazy. What more would he do to her? She trembled with fear, feeling the bile rise and fall, fighting it down as best she could. Having no desire to find out what punishment would happen if she did throw up on the man, but imagining it would be very painful.

While he dug around for something, she tried to will her breathing to calm, to prepare her mind and body for what was eventually going to happen. God knew she was scared but she was not going to do anything to inspire this brute to abuse her further! She had to figure out some way to get cooperative, or she was going to be in some serious pain.. judging from the size of the man holding her prisoner.

He would rape her. She knew it, but she did not want to be internally brutalized either. The faint buzzing grew louder, his body neared her as the sound grew quite clear to her. He was using a vibrator on her? So want it or not.. He would force the issue, but at least he wasn't trying to shove his cock into her frightened body without some assistance.

Her face flamed hotly, ashamed to be stuck like this. Ashamed to have no control over anything that was going on, or going to happen. She didn't want to orgasm for this jerk! She wanted to go home, damn it! Lips trembled, her breathing already growing labored and he had yet to touch her.

"Please?" Choked out on strangled notes, listening to that vibration go lower. Mouth open, she sucked in a deep breath as the machine first made contact, rubbing along her inner thighs, sending vibrations up and down her near numb body. Glad she was blinded, not having to see the expression on his face, whatever it were. But she could hear him, feel him and his bulk quite near.

At least he wasn't hurting her any more..

He actually teased her with the wand, moving it around and never lingering in any one spot for too long, nor apply too much pressure to relieve. She tried to twist away but could not. She could not close her legs, if she wanted to.. damn bar! And so he had full access to her bare mound and slit. From front to back, inner highs and lips, he seemed to know just where to trace the blasted thing to make her squirm, making her sex wet. Lord knows she tried to hold still, not feed his fantasy of a cooperative play partner, as she was by no means such partner, but failed.

As she moved, he kept it up. She could not go far nor escape, and her wiggling only added to the toy's effect. The more frustrated and tense she got, anger feeding her mind and limbs, the more she felt of just what he was doing. She had to bite her lip to keep from pleading and cursing him out both at the same time. Muscles tightened and strained, the chain had to be dug into the palms of her hands by now, her death grip was so tight. Like a bow, she curved and curled, panting louder, biting back groans and insults.

"Fuck!" Spat out, spitle bubbled on lip and chin, she cried out as that plush head made contact with her most sensitive spot. "No.. No, no, noooo!" Groaned in agony and anger, she did NOT want to cum. How could she even do so given the circumstances? What the HELL was wrong with her?! yeah, so she told herself to cooperate, coaxed and coached, she never really truly thought she would nor would even enjoy this shit! Arms hurt too much to pull herself up ward, fucking bar kept her thighs open and sex bared! She was so fucked right now!

A sheen of sweat coated her trembling body, her abdomen tightened as did her biceps. Feet stretched, back to her toes as she quaked uncontrollably before him, hanging there and swinging. Mashed into that fucking toy! Her pussy spasm hard and deep, bucking so hard her hips protruded so much further above her skin than normal. She sucked in deep, tensed more and more, to the point that she was certain her calves would charlie horse and her body would break. She turned her face into her arm, biting down to keep from crying out her forced release. She was jerking again and again, hips lewdly bucking the air as she pushed her body down to that toy without conscious thought of just how twisted this would appear to any who happened to come in.

When it was done, her head hung against her arm, ragged gasps, wet ones as well, rushed in and out of her gaping mouth. She twitched, feeling the hot wet seep of her orgasm trickle from her pussy, coating her inner thighs and lips.


Bastard

She wanted to shout it, wanted to flay him alive with just the wrath of her tongue! With ears ringing and body still enjoying the aftermath of pleasure given, by a fucking sadist none the less! She hated him more and more with each passing moment, with each tough and twist and slap to her seriously sore ass.. As each pulse of pleasure rippled from womb to clit and her body rode waves of pleasure so fine that the tickle of fine hairs all over her body ached to actually be touched! She hated him because she enjoyed that..

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Watching the girls succumb to the Magic Wand was always a spectacular sight. It was obvious that she didn't want to be manipulated into an orgasm. It was equally obvious that her body betrayed her as an orgasm rippled through her, making her flush and buck against the powerful vibrator. He wanted to fuck her so bad now, but something did not click with what she told him. He needed to ask a few more questions.

"So slave, O'Keeffe contacted you directly? How did he know where to find you? I know for a fact that he's dumb as a fucking post and needs to be told what foot to place in front of the other. Unless he collared you personally, which I seriously doubt, someone referred you to him. Roland is IA and about as streetwise as a post from a hick town. So who told them about you?"

He was partly bullshitting her, but he needed to make sure no one else knew where she was. O'Keeffe and Roland could be controlled. If someone else knew she was here it could spell trouble. He picked up the knife again. Tiptoeing around her, he placed a hand under her chin as if to caress her. He loved the feel of her warm and still shivering flesh. With a sudden brutality he yanked her head back and pressed the tip of the knife to her jugular, not breaking the skin.

"Before you get it into that pretty little head of yours to lie, remember that I have access to case files from my home computer. I can check out your story about O'Keeffe and Roland quick enough. If I were you I'd think real hard about what to say."