Under Arrest · Part 1 (1/3)
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Bill Cavanaugh was lost and late, but he still had enough time to find the campus and get a little shuteye before the class would begin in the morning.
Bill was a six-year veteran of the Savannah Police Department and recently had been assigned to the SWAT team. Two days before, he had heard that he was accepted to the FBI’s Hostage Rescue Team training course in Quantico, Virginia. The class was highly sought after by SWAT operators nationwide and he really wanted to attend. Unfortunately, with the late notification he was only able to get a later flight and, of course, that flight ended up being delayed.
He grabbed his bag and ran to the rental car kiosk. Getting the car was painless, and he was even upgraded from an economy sized car to a red Ford Mustang when the clerk found out he was a police officer. Bill threw all his gear in the trunk and set out to find the FBI Academy. He felt naked without his sidearm, but the FBI was very clear in the fact that no students were allowed to carry their departmental issued firearms while attending the class. Bill figured it was for some stupid reason, but he was happy to have gotten a slot for the course.
He had decided not to get GPS from the rental car company. Instead, he would use his cell phone, but the phone was low on power and quickly shut down when the battery ran dry. Bill had stopped to ask directions but they seemed to get him even more lost.
He pulled back onto I-95 and headed south. He looked at his watch and sighed when he saw it was nearing midnight. Bill drove for several minutes and peered intently at the passing signs – hoping to see one that mentioned Quantico or the FBI Academy – but had no luck.
He did see a sign that said a rest stop was one mile away. He figured he could take a leak and ask someone there if they knew the fastest way to get to Quantico. Bill pulled the Mustang into the back and was disappointed, but not surprised, to find only one car in the lot. It was a dark colored Audi A3 sedan and the windows were too darkly tinted to see if there was anyone sitting inside.
Bill parked the Ford a few spaces away from the Audi, turned off the engine and exited the car. He left the useless cell phone and his wallet in the car figuring there was no need for it here anyway. He locked the car with the remote and pocketed the keys. He looked around the lot and was surprised that it was this disserted. Then he looked at the Audi, but still could not see inside the car because of the dark tint.
He began walking toward the restroom when he heard a car door open. He glanced back and saw a woman exiting the Audi. Bill stopped in his tracks and stared. Even in the low light, he could tell that she was stunning.
She looked to be in her late twenties, was tall – about 5’9” – and had an athletic frame. Her dark hair was pulled straight back in a ponytail and it bobbed as she walked. She was dressed in a dark colored, tight fitting t-shirt that accentuated her large breasts. She had on dark colored skinny jeans that showed off every curve of her gorgeous figure. The four inch black high heels she was wearing clinked the concrete with every step she took. A dark colored purse dangled from her left shoulder.
Bill was awestruck at first, but quickly recovered and turned toward the woman. She had stopped at the hood of the Audi and turned away from him.
“Excuse me,” Bill said. “Can I bother you with a question?”
She glanced back over her shoulder but said nothing.
Bill cleared his throat. “I was hoping you could give me directions. I’m a little lost.”
She cocked her head slightly. “Know anything about cars?”
Bill knew nothing about automotive repairs. “Sure do,” he said confidently. “What seems to be the trouble?”
He started to walk toward the woman. She turned and faced him. When they were about ten feet apart, she reached her right hand into her purse and pulled out a semi-automatic handgun. She pointed it at Bill.
He instinctively reached for the area on his right hip where he always kept his sidearm, but quickly remembered that he was unarmed. He slowly held his hands out in front of him.
“Easy, lady. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Get on the ground,” she said slowly. “On your belly. Do it now, or I will kill you.”
Bill figured if he could close the gap between them, he could possibly get his hands on her and disarm her before she could harm him. He slowly took a step in her direction.
“I don’t want any trouble, ma’am,” Bill said in a slow and low tone. “You can have my wallet. It’s in the car.”
The woman fired. The round just missed Bill’s head. He stopped moving.
“The next one will not miss,” she said. “Now get on the ground and do it right now!”
Bill slowly got on the ground and laid prone.
“Turn your head away from me and close your eyes,” she ordered.
Bill did as instructed.
“Now, place your hands behind your back,” she said. “Interlace your fingers like you’re praying.”
Bill said, “Lady, I don’t have much money…”
“Don’t make me ask you again,” she snapped. “Hands behind your back…now!”
Bill complied.
He heard her heels clipping off the sidewalk as she quickly approached him. She straddled his back, and he felt the barrel of the gun press against the back of his head. Before he could figure out what to do, he heard a zipping sound as his wrists were cinched together with a pair of plastic zipties. Bill had used them on the street in Savannah many times. He also knew there was no getting out of them unless someone cut them off for him. He tested the bonds and knew immediately that he wasn’t going to be able to slip his hands out of the restraint.
The woman stood up and told Bill to get to his feet. Without her assistance, he stood up, and she immediately grabbed him by the right bicep and pushed him toward her car. She walked him quickly to the rear of the Audi and made him face the front of the car. The trunk clicked open and rose up slowly. When it was fully open, she reached into the trunk and pulled something out that Bill could not see. He then heard the sound of tape being pulled from a roll, just as she applied the duct tape over his eyes – effectively blindfolding him. He started to say something but she shoved a wad of cloth into his mouth and applied more tape to ensure he was efficiently gagged as well. Then she spun Bill around and made him sit on the edge of the trunk. She bent down and secured his ankles together with another pair of zipties.
She then went through his pockets – finding only the rental car keys – and then roughly pushed him into the trunk. She rolled him over onto his belly and secured another ziptie to his ankle bindings. She pulled his ankles to his rump and secured them to the ziptie securing his wrists – placing him in an inescapable hogtie.
She slammed the trunk closed, checked the lot to ensure no one had arrived and saw the commotion – she was still alone – and made sure the Mustang was locked by pressing the automatic lock button on the key fob. She then got into the Audi, started the car and drove onto the interstate.
In the trunk, Bill struggled to get loose, but quickly realized there was no escaping the bonds. He replayed the incident over and over in his mind – trying to think what he did wrong – but he could not see any way he could have avoided this mess. He rolled onto his side and tried to feel around for something in the trunk that he could use to cut the plastic restraints. But he was so cramped and she had expertly hogtied and blinded him that he could find nothing in the trunk.
He thought about his predicament and was seriously unnerved. He realized if he did not show up for the course in the morning, the FBI would more than likely just assume he was not attending. They probably would not contact the Savannah Police Department to inquire about his status. His department would assume he was at the class – a two-week long course – and would not know he was missing. Bill knew he would not be missed by anyone for well over two weeks, so no one would be looking for him any time soon.
Bill realized he was on his own and would have to rely on himself to escape the clutches of an obviously disturbed woman.
He had no idea how long they had traveled, but the car soon began making stops and turns. He assumed this meant they were no longer on the interstate. After a long while, the car slopped and Bill could hear what he thought was the sound of a garage door closing automatically. The engine turned off and he heard the woman open the car door and slam it shut. He could then hear her heels clapping on what he figured was the concrete floor of a garage.
The trunk door popped open and her hands roughly grabbed him. She rolled him onto his belly and the ziptie that secured his bound wrists to his ankles was cut away. He was then pulled unceremoniously out of the trunk and made to sit on the back of the car. Then the zipties securing his ankles were cut away.
She grabbed him by the right elbow and dragged him along behind her fast moving self. She led him into a more confined space and he realized that there was now carpeting under his feet. She led him through the structure and then they were walking down a long flight of stairs. At the bottom, she walked him away from the stairs until she stopped and said, “Stand here and don’t do anything stupid.”
Bill was waiting for an opportunity to turn the tables on his captor and did as he was instructed. He could tell they were no longer on a carpeted floor. By the sounds of her heels they were on another hard surface.
“I abhor plastic restraints,” she said. “I will remove them but do not try to resist me. If you try to escape, the punishment will be dire.”
Bill finally thought he might have an opportunity in the very near future. If she removed the bindings around his wrists – even though he was blindfolded and gagged – he would have a good chance of overpowering her. All he would have to do is get his hands on her.
But before she removed the ziptie around his wrists, she kneeled down and unlaced his shoes. She pulled them off and then the socks. Then she unfastened his belt and undid his jeans. She pulled them down along with his boxer briefs. She made him lift one foot off the ground at a time, removed the pants and drawers, and then tossed them aside. Next, she pulled his shirt over his head and down his arms to his secured wrists.
This is going to be my chance, he thought. Once she takes the cuffs off to remove the shirt, I’m going to attack!
He readied himself, but she walked away from him saying, “Stand right there and don’t move.”
She returned in less than a minutes, and Bill could tell she had only walked away a few yards. He tensed as he prepared to spring into action.
Then he felt her wrap something around his elbows. Before he could guess what she was doing, she pulled hard and his elbows were drawn together painfully. Then the ziptie around his wrists were cut away. His hands were free, but the binding around his elbows made it impossible for him to use them. He was still very much secured and unable to fight back.
The shirt was yanked free from his hands and she walked away again. She returned quickly and began to wrap rope around Bill’s wrists. Within seconds, his hands were tightly tied behind his back. Then the strap securing his elbows was removed and she used rope to bind his elbows together. She tied a rope around his waist and secured his bound wrists to that rope, effectively pinning his hands against the small of his back.
Next, she set to work on his legs. She bound rope around his ankles and then again above and just below his knees. The woman stood up and said into his ear, “I hate duct tape, too. I’m going to remove your gag and blindfold.”
The tape covering his mouth was ripped off and the cloth was pulled out. Before Bill could say anything, a bottle of water was forced into his mouth and she began pouring. Bill suddenly realized how thirsty he was, so he tilted his head back and happily chugged the water down. She pulled it away before he had his fill. He started to protest when a large, spongy ball was shoved into his mouth. She forced it deep behind his teeth and then secured the strap tightly behind his head. Bill tried to say something but the only sound he heard was inaudible grunts.
She ripped the tape covering his eyes away and he squinted against the sudden bright lights. He squinted at the beautiful woman in front of him but then quickly noticed his surroundings.
Like he figured, they appeared to be in a basement, but this basement looked like a dungeon. There were all sorts of bondage items hanging from the walls – ropes, shackles, cuffs – and also a plethora of whips, riding crops, paddles and other items Bill assumed were to inflict pain. The room had an examination table, a wooden sawhorse and a sturdy wooden chair scattered throughout. There were also chains dangling from the ceiling.
Bill looked back to the woman just as she pulled a black leather hood over his head and secured it tightly by pulling the laces in the back. The hood fit very snug to his head and had no holes for his mouth or eyes. Just a small hole where his nose poked out. The hood also muffled the already garbled sounds Bill was trying to mutter. Then she snapped a tight leather collar around his neck, and she stepped back.
She stood there in silence for several minutes. Bill had no idea what she was doing. He thought that maybe the hood prevented him from hearing her moving around. That’s when she grabbed his nose and pinched his nostrils shut.
Bill panicked when he realized that he could not breathe. He pulled back instinctually but lost his balance and fell backward. Bound as he was, there was no way to break his fall. He hit the ground hard, bouncing his head off the hard floor. Bill saw stars but remained conscious.
The woman never lost the grip on his nostrils and Bill began struggling against his bonds. His efforts were futile and his lungs began to burn for air. He bucked and yanked at the ropes that secured him but quickly slowed as he began to feel lightheaded from oxygen deprivation.
He could hear her saying, “That’s it… fight! Struggle! You’re making me so wet!”
He tried to shake his head from side to side but the woman would not release his nose. Bill’s struggles ebbed as he began to pass out. That’s when she let go and he inhaled hard through his nose.
As his mind began to clear, he could hear her saying, “I just wanted you to know who was in charge. If you don’t do just as I say, I will pinch your nose and you will die. You now depend on me for your life… your very existence…”
Bill continued to suck in air. He tried to curse at the woman but only grunts were heard.
“I want you to think about what just happened,” she said. “Think about what I can do to you with only two fingers. Think about how small and powerless you truly are. I will be back shortly and we will talk… and your training will begin in earnest.”
With that, she walked away, up the stairs and through a door at the top. Bill could distinctly hear the door shut and a lock engaged.
He rolled onto his side to take the pressure off his bound arms that were pinned under his body. Then he tried to find the knots – any knots – in the ropes near his hands. But he found none. His bondage was applied expertly. This woman obviously knew how to tie people up, if the brief glance at the basement was any indication.
He bent his legs back toward his hands to try and feel if he could locate a knot, but he could not even touch the ropes securing his legs with his hands. He grunted in frustration. He was used to being in control of situations, but right now he never felt so helpless. He continued to pull against the ropes but they did not give an inch. Bill finally quit trying to squirm out of the bondage. He knew it was hopeless. He would have to bide his time and wait for the right moment to attempt an escape.
After a while, Bill woke up when he heard the lock disengage and the door open. Then the sounds of the woman – Bill assumed it was her – coming down the stairs again. He tried to clear his head. Somehow he had fallen asleep, and he had no idea how long he had been lying on the floor.
The woman walked past Bill. He turned his hooded head and followed the sound of her heels on the hard floor even though he could not see. She seemed to be close to him but not paying any attention to him. He tried to get her attention but he was sure the sounds she heard – if any – were unable to be understood.
After a few minutes, she walked to Bill, stopped and knelt down. He was waiting for her to say something when an intense pain erupted from his right nipple. Immediately followed from his left nipple. The woman had attached something to his nipples that pinched him excruciatingly. Bill’s thrashing resumed but stopped when she immediately grabbed him by his scrotum and yanked.
“Stand up,” she ordered.
Bill tried to ignore the pain at his nipples and followed her as she stood up – with his balls still firmly gripped in her hand. Somehow, he was able to get to his feet. The woman steadied him by letting go of his package and grabbing him by his right bicep.
“Come this way,” she ordered and started pulling him to his right.
Bill hopped with his bound feet and did his best not to fall. She stopped and spun him around. Without warning, she began to stroke his penis. He was surprised to find that he was already hard, and despite the discomfort from his bindings and the pain from his nipples, and almost ready to orgasm.
He began to thrust his pelvis with the rhythm of her strokes and felt himself nearing climax. He moaned into the gag in pleasure.
Then she stopped.
Bill grunted in frustration. He had forgotten everything he had been through up to this point and only wanted to grab his member and finish the job – but the rope prevented that from happening.
She ordered, “Sit!”
Bill sat down –completely expecting to fall on the floor – when his rear slapped down in a hard, uncomfortable chair. She pushed him until his back was against the high back of the chair. He could tell the chair was wood because of the feel beneath his bare rear and thighs. Then she buckled a thick strap across his chest and then began removing the hood.
When the laces were loosened, the hood was pulled away. Bill was pleasantly surprised that the lights were dimmed, and he was not forced to let his eyes adjust to sudden brightness as he did before.
He looked at his captor, who was standing directly in front of him. Like he remembered, she was stunning. Her dark hair was no longer pulled back, but rather hung around he shoulders. The T-shirt and jeans were gone. Replaced by what could be best described as a little black dress made from soft leather. It was tight and showed off her ample breasts. She wore knee-high, black boots with four-inch heels. She studied Bill in silence for several minutes and then slowly turned and walked toward the near wall.
Bill followed her with his eyes and was in total rapture over her gorgeous body and how it moved. He still knew his predicament, but he could not help to be so turned on by his captor.
She plucked a riding crop off the wall, turned and walked back to where she had studied him just moments earlier. She smiled and then, without warning, slapped his still hard penis with the crop. Bill tried to buck out of the chair, but the thick leather strap across his chest kept him situated. The chair did not move in the slightest, which made Bill think it must be secured to the floor somehow.
“You can put that thing away, naïve,” she said. “I’ll decide if and when you can use it.”
The woman slapped the crop into her other hand lightly as she began to pace in front of Bill.
“I gave you some pleasure – not a lot, just a little – because you were a good boy,” she said. “You did not try to attack me when you were abducted. You’ve done what you were told. You did not try to escape while I changed out you bindings.”
Bill would have attacked her if she did not crank a round past his ear. And he was more than willing to attack her when she was changing from zipties to rope, but she did not give him the slightest opportunity. He would have told her but the ball gag made that impossible.
“I’m sure you’re wondering what’s happening,” she said. “Now is where I explain to you what the rest of your pathetic life is going to be.”
She stopped pacing and looked down on Bill.
“I make my living – a very profitable one – at capturing and then preparing new slaves for their masters,” she said. “I hunt for suitable candidates. I capture them. Then I train them for their new life as sex slaves.”
Bill was hearing her clearly, but it made no sense. Slaves? Masters? Sex slaves!?!
Under Arrest · Part 1 (1/3)
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