Mistaken Identity · Part 2

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. Instead of being dragged all the way up here.” She laughed, “I’m disappointed with these people. I thought they did their homework better.”

“So what do we do now?”

Sarah Wassmann shrugged. “We wait. They’ve said they won’t do anything with us today. We’ll just have to enjoy, as they put it, these quarters they’ve provided us with.”

And try to enjoy their surroundings they did. The book cabinet contained some good fiction and even a few philosophical works. Sarah tried to interest Lily in some of them but they were not her thing.

“I’d like to learn more about computers,” she told the older woman.

“Would you?” Sarah was surprised, “Well, from what little I know of this place, they, amongst other things, do some very advanced computer work here. At an international level. It’s unfortunate you won’t be in a position to learn from them.”

Late in the afternoon they both had a shower in the facilities. They found the water hot, soap provided and the towels from the cabinet under the washbasin thick and fluffy. They put their own clothes back on though there were folded dressing gowns on the beds.

As promised, in the early evening dinner arrived. A dark Latina girl brought in a tray and put it on the end table. She faced them and said “Din-nar.” Clearly, she had very little English.

It consisted of two hot meals under metal covers, adequately cooked and nourishing, along with two prepared sweets and a pot of tea. Cups, cutlery and paper napkins supplied. And all scrupulously clean. Both ladies were impressed. “I compliment them on their cuisine,” said Sarah.

They ate the meal and shortly after the Spanish looking girl came and took the tray away. Then they had more visitors. One was the athletic woman they had met back at Sarah’s office. Now she had shed her grey overcoat and wore a serviceable brown skirt and what appeared to be military style blouse with pleated breast pockets. With her was the solidly built, green uniformed lady of earlier this afternoon, only without her clipboard. Instead she was holding a wide, flat plastic box. And accompanying them was the capable looking African. All three looked determined and had their hands clasped in front of them.

“Evening ladies,” said the first woman. “We trust you’ve had a comfortable afternoon and eaten well. We’re here as promised to bed you down for the night. You’ve both got a big day tomorrow we want you both to get a good night’s sleep.”

Neither of the captives liked the sound of this. Sarah spoke. “We’re quite capable of bedding ourselves down, thank you. And the beds look soft enough.”

“Yes,” smiled the woman “But you’ll both sleep more soundly after we’ve given you each a mild sedative.” She opened the flat box showing several hypodermic needles.

“Now look here,” began Sarah.

“No, you look darling,” said the woman, “It’s essential you both get a full night’s sleep, starting now.” And with that the green uniformed woman seized Sarah by the upper arms and the other injected her in the neck. Seconds later they did the same to Lily. Both ladies began to feel drowsy almost at once.

“Lay them on the beds,” ordered the woman. Both Sarah and Lily were beginning to feel sleepy. The sedative was nothing, if not quick acting. “Bye bye girls. Sleep tight and we’ll see you bright and early in the morning.” These were the last words the two drugged captives were to hear that evening.

Lily slept soundly for over ten hours. She awoke rested, refreshed and began to assess her situation.

She was in one of the tubular steel beds, which, as they had been told, was warm, soft and very comfortable. She was also completely naked.

Lily’s eyes popped open. She raised her head to take in her situation. The first thing she saw was Sarah, sitting on the side of her bed. She was wearing a dressing gown and smiled when she saw Lily was awake.

“Good morning Lily, I thought I’d let you wake up of your own accord.” Her smile was reassuring, “Don’t be alarmed. Nothing’s likely to happen immediately. They’ll probably give us breakfast soon.”

“Where’re my clothes?”

“Same place as mine, I suppose,” Sarah explained, “They’ve taken them away. I daresay we’ll see them again, eventually. Possibly washed and ironed. I’ve no doubt the laundry unit here is as efficient as the kitchen.” She went on, “But meanwhile, all we’ve got to wear are these dressing gowns they’ve so thoughtfully left on the beds.” She continued smiling, “At least they’re warm, comfortable and reasonable quality. Even lambswool slippers under each bed.”

She laughed outright, “Nothing too good for their interrogation subjects.”

Lily looked worried. “Will they want to ask me questions?”

“They won’t,” She was reassured, “At least they won’t once they realise they’ve made a complete mistake bringing you here at all.” She snorted, “I’ll tell them that myself if they’ll let me say something before shoving a gag in my mouth.”

Lily got up, put on her dressing gown, tied it firmly at the waist and performed her toilette at the wash basin. She used the towel, face washer and soap provided. There was even a comb laid out.

Breakfast arrived on a tray shortly after. Carried in by the same Hispanic looking girl of the evening before. Cereal, bacon, toast and a pot of good coffee. The meal adequate, well cooked and kept warm under covers. The Latina paused and smiled before she walked away. “Brek-fuss,” was her comment.

“Well,” commented Sarah on taking a mouthful, “I will say their kitchen is really first class.”

Breakfast eaten, the two captives did not have to wait long. The trio from last night arrived. The woman who’d been with them from the start and her two green uniformed companions. They carried a cloth bag with them.

“Good morning ladies,” she began, “You’ll have slept well I would think. And now it’s question time. But first we’ve got to prepare you both.” And with that the bag was placed on the table and white rope and two ball gags were taken out. “Now, if you’ll both stand side by side, we’ll get on with it.”

The two dressing gowned captives were made to stand together, their arms pulled behind them and their wrists tied with the white rope.

“I can’t see that all this’s necessary,” began Sarah, “And I might point out once again you’ve made a mistake with my friend here.”

“Permit us our methods darling,” smiled the woman, “And you are far too talkative. You can save all of that for later.” And with that she forced a ball gag into Sarah’s mouth and secured the strap behind her neck. Lily was gagged the same way and then the arms of the captives were tied to their sides with more lengths of rope. Finally the black hoods were produced and placed over the heads of the bound pair.

And so, once again securely bound and blindfolded Lily and Sarah were marched out of the room, along several corridors and into what, even hooded, they knew was a well lit room.

The black hoods were removed and they saw they were in the largest room they had yet been in in this strange complex. Brilliant florescent lighting, walls lined with glass fronted cabinets and one end given over to desks and filing cabinets. What looked like some very sophisticated recording equipment was also present. And immediately in front of them, in the centre of the room, two large solid high backed wooden chairs with a small table between them.

“Very well ladies, here are your seating arrangements,” said the woman. Swiftly, their white cords were removed and Sarah and Lily were made to sit in the wooden chairs. The same ropes were then used to tie them to these solid seats. Their waists were bound to the central back uprights, then their arms were lashed to the broad arm rests. Next more rope from the bag was used to tie their thighs to the wooden seats. Finally they were bound above knees and lastly their ankles secured with the last of the rope. The two women glared at their captors. The ball gags were still firmly in place.

By an odd coincidence the two captives were tied to these antique pieces of furniture in exactly the same way Moya Morris had been bound to her state of the art armchair in her own office almost twenty-four hours before.

“Well then,” smiled the woman “Ready to go, aren’t we? All we need is for Madame to make an appearance.” She did not elucidate as to what she meant by this.

Then, as if to answer this last remark a door opened at the far end of the room. Not the door by which the quintet had come in but one that looked as if it led to an inner sanctum. A woman entered and began walk purposefully the length of the room towards them.

This lady would have been between fifty or sixty. Yet she had the trim active figure of one who has always looked after herself. A determined looking, square face with piercing blue eyes framed by short brown hair, very neatly set. She had the look of one accustomed to authority and used to wielding it. She wore an expensive blue trench coat, buttoned to the throat and neatly belted. As she approached, the posture of all three captors stiffened.

“Good morning ladies,” the newcomer spoke in a deep, smooth voice. “Sorry if I’m late. I’ve just travelled from the airport.” She looked at the two chairs and their bound occupants then stepped up closely to Sarah.

“Sarah Wassmann, isn’t it?” she began. “We’ve never met but I’ve heard of you and I’m sorry we meet under these circumstances. But perhaps things will improve.” A quick aside to one of the green uniforms, “Take that gag out of her mouth at once.” The African girl hastened to do so.

This lady, so obviously in charge, then turned and looked at Lily. “And who’s this?”

The woman who had been with the captive pair from the start spoke up, “This’s Lucy Brassed. Mrs Wassmann’s computer advisor.”

“It isn’t. I know Lucy, this isn’t her. She’s far too young.”

For the first time the woman appeared to loose confidence. And by now Sarah was ungagged and indignant. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you people right from the start. And every time I do I’ve had a gag pushed into my mouth.”

“OK, OK,” said the woman hastily, “Very well, I’ve made a mistake. Well, it can’t be helped now. We’ll take her back to the holding room.” She stepped forward to untie Lily from the chair.

“No, wait.” The trench coated woman smiled and looked closely at the bound girl. “You’re Lily, aren’t you?’ Lily nodded, at the same time wondering how she knew this. “Perhaps you can tell us something about Sarah’s processing system. And perhaps,” the smile deepened slightly, "We can help you.” Her raincoat rustling, she turned to the green uniformed African girl, “Amrah, would you be so good as to prepare our friend? And remove her gag.”

The dark girl smiled, pulled the ball gag out in seconds and turned to a nearby table on which equipment was laid out. Deftly, she pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, took an injection needle out of a metal case and approached Lily with an antiseptic pad in her other hand. “This won’t hurt,” she said reassuringly. “It’ll be over in a minute.”

“Please…” murmured Lily, not so sure herself. Within seconds she was expertly injected. It occurred to her this was the second time she had been put to sleep by anaesthetic in twelve hours. Once again she could feel drowsiness stealing up on her.

Lily awoke about an hour later. She was back in the room where she and Sarah had spent the night and was lying on one of the beds, unbound, without a gag and still wearing the dressing gown. She could dimly remember a drugged haze and a period of questioning but had no recollection of what had been asked or what she had said.

She sat up and put her feet, still wearing warm slippers, on the floor. She was alone, Sarah was not here. Then the door opened and a young man came in.

He looked to be in his late twenties, somewhat older than herself. His figure was slim, his posture erect and he looked fit with an oval face and straight, light brown hair. He could be said to be reasonably good looking and had a pleasant smile. Lily eyed him carefully.

The door clicked behind him and he made sure it was locked. He then turned and spoke. “Good morning Lily. I’m Colin. I’ve been sent to see if you’re OK. And if you want anything.”

“I’m alright,” she said. “Where’s Sarah?”

“They’re still talking,” he answered, “And will be for a while. I know, I was there after they injected you both. Sarah’s an intelligent woman. I suspect she’s learning as much from the questions being asked as she’s giving out. That drug they’re using tends to make some people very voluble. An odd thing about it is that if the subject is troubled about any particular problem they tend to go on about extensively, whether they’re asked about it or not.”

Lily winced. “They used it on me too. Did I say anything personal?”

Colin looked at her with a serious expression but did not say anything.

“Come on. Tell me. I want to know.”

“Well,” he said “You did go on at some length about your dealings with one Gerald.” He seemed embarrassed to tell her this.

Lily closed her eyes and leaned back. Her three disastrous couplings with Gerald had been the sum total of her sexual experience. She had sacrificed her virginity, been thoroughly uncomfortable from start to finish and been left totally unsatisfied. Yet she blamed herself, never thinking it might have been a clumsy, hopelessly incompetent partner who would have had problems with any woman.

Colin looked at her with sympathy. “It wasn’t your fault. It was clearly his. Those three episodes should never have happened.” He came and sat on the bed beside her. “Anyway, because it was nothing to do with their investigation, they didn’t record it. I’m the only other person who knows anything about it and I certainly won't tell anyone.”

Lily nodded her appreciation and decided to change the subject. “What’ll happen to Sarah?”

“They’ll talk for a few hours and then she’ll be taken back to her home, probably this evening. Bound and gagged perhaps but she’ll get there safe and sound. You of course will go along with her. After all, you should never have been here in the first place. And most certainly you’ll both be admonished never to say were you’ve been, or what happened to you. Which Sarah will be only too happy to do, bearing in mind what’s coming out about some of her business dealings.”

Lily again nodded her thanks, pleased she would get home eventually and unharmed. The thought occurred to her that soon all this would only be a memory. In the meantime she had the company of this young man who seemed both friendly and sympathetic. She began to wonder what she should do.

She asked, “What is this place anyway?”

He laughed, “I can’t tell you anything about that. Let’s say it’s national, international in scope. And ladies who get on the wrong side of the administration here are likely to end up in some remote part of the Middle East, or Latin America.”

“Are they? And what’s your function here?"

“Many things. I do work on the upper floor here, that’s where the computers are. And I do also help with ladies passing through here,” he smiled, “As it is, I’ve been sent in here to comfort, console and put you at ease. The organisation is greatly embarrassed by you being here at all. It shouldn’t have happened. They pride themselves on their efficiency and not making mistakes.”

Lily was bearing in mind she that in ten to twelve hours she would never see this young man again. She was also becoming aware of her situation. Was opportunity offering? She was not devoid of initiative. She continued.

“And your helping with ladies passing through, as you put it? Does that mean you take advantage of them while they’re presumably bound and gagged?” She looked pointedly at him.

He laughed. “You're thinking the worst of me. Management here would take a dim view of that.” He went on, “I assist where I can and where needed. Comfort, consolation, psychologically, physically. Make what you will of that.”

“You’ve just said my previous very unsatisfactory love experiences shouldn’t have happened. That they were entirely due a clumsy, inexperienced partner?”

“They shouldn’t. They were.”

“And you’re not like that?”

He looked at her. “Well, since you ask. Believe me, I’m not boasting, merely stating fact when I tell you I’m competent, skilled and said to be very gentle.”

“Very well then,” she said softly. Her mind was fully made up. Looking him full in the face, she stood up and began to undo the tie of her dressing gown. “Perhaps we can both help each other? I take it we’ve got enough time?”

“We have.” He too stood up and began to unbutton his shirt.

Over an hour later Lily and Colin lay on the bed together. Both were naked. Lily had had her first ever entirely satisfactory love experience. And an excruciatingly, delightful orgasm. Her first ever. The first in her life. She was satiated, and content. Colin looked at the time. “They’ll be finished in there in about an hour,” he said, “Sarah will be back here then.”

Her eyes closed, Lily’s lips smiled, “Then we’ve got time to indulge again, haven’t we? No reason even to hurry.” She pulled Colin towards her.

About an hour and a quarter after this both were standing beside the bed in the final stages of getting dressed. Colin even tidied up the bed covers. Lily spoke.

“You say they have computers here on the top floor. That’s something I’ve always wanted to get into. There’s no future in what I’m doing now.”

“Well,” he commented, “I could take you up to talk to one of the ladies up there. Perhaps for half an hour or so. She’s approachable, generous and kindly enough to talk to you if she sees you’re interested. And she’s highly skilled, talented herself. As far as her own particular speciality goes she’s one of the three best in the country, perhaps even in the world.” He laughed, “Admittedly, her speciality is probing and ultimately breaking into the ironclad systems of other organisations, other countries. None of these people are happy about this happening to them but they all do it themselves.” He laughed again, “Such are the times in which we live, the ability to do this is form of piracy is very much in demand.”

He went on. “I can introduce you to this lady and she is one of the best. I know, I’ve worked with her frequently.” He grinned, “One of my specialities.”

“You seem to be quite a specialised person,” she commented. “After all, haven’t I just enjoyed some of your expert ministrations myself?”

They both smiled at each other.

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