by John Savage
Chapter XIII
Surprises
Things were calm for a few days. Susie brought the detective business up to date after our little trip to sunny Italy. I settled down to continue my relentless search for the best tasting scotch (not an easy task with so many brands on the market), and reminisced about the days when gorgeous dames with long legs and swishy nylons slinked into my office to beg me to take their case. Ah, those were the days! None of this advertising on the Internet, computers in every office (even mine! Susie insisted). The only time I got to fire Wilma was on a shooting range.
At least this trip to Italy was something of an adventure. The only problem was that I didn’t exactly shine. I let us get caught and it was Susie who got us out of trouble. Well, at least I got Linda back. She says she’s not going back to that movie star actress she was chumming up with – shacking up with was a more correct term. Right now, she is staying in my apartment, which, thanks to Susie’s efficiency at running my business, is much nicer than my old one and in a much better section of town, too.
Well, at least I had Linda to go home to. I could afford good scotch and had a drop-dead gorgeous dame to warm my bed. Life is good!
Of course, it couldn’t last. The first hint of trouble was one morning when I told Linda to meet me at the office and we would go out for lunch. That’s when I found my Linda, my personal sex-doll, kissing another. Not a quick peck, no, it was a long, passion-filled kiss with, I’m sure, a lot of tongue action and feeling.
The worst part was that the person kissing Linda was my little sister!
The kiss broke up finally and they both turned to me, standing in the doorway with my mouth hanging open. Neither of them bothered to be embarrassed. It was like that kiss was nothing, just a friendly greeting between friends. But I knew better. I’ve seen enough lesbian kisses to know exactly what it meant.
Now, I know that Linda is more than a little bit lesbian. Hell, she dumped me to take up with a very well known female movie star. And I just know there was a lot of fun and games going on in that kinky sorority she was the housemother of. But with my little sister?! And they didn’t even have the decency to blush. I was the only one in the room turning red in the face.
“See you later,” Linda told Susie. “Stud-muffin here wants to take me out to lunch.”
Susie’s only comment, directed at me, was, “After lunch, I want to go over that Morrison account with you.”
I think I muttered something like, “Sure, sure,” and took Linda by the arm.
Riding down in the elevator, I said, “You’re not… I mean, you don’t…”
“Yes, my big lover hunk?”
“I… You…”
When she looks at me with those big blue eyes, I melt. She leaned over and kissed me, sending tingles all the way down to my toes. “You’re the only stud for me, Sled.”
Well, since she put it that way… I was content to be the only man in her life.
But was my little sister about to become the woman in her life?
* * * * *
That evening, while I was watching the evening news, things started to fall apart.
The news article was brief and only announced that the Justice Department, in cooperation with the FBI, had raided the home and business office of a local well-known mob boss, one Theodor Raszini. The raid was the result of a yearlong investigation they had been conducting into his illegal activities. However, apparently he knew they were coming, because he was not at either location and the office had been cleaned out. The Feds had gotten very little.
Hell! It was not any yearlong investigation, it was that page of notes I handed them!
But what worried me more was that fact that they didn’t get Raszini. That bastard was still out there instead of behind bars. And that gave me a sour feeling in my stomach.
I could only hope they tracked him down soon.
Linda called me from the bedroom in that husky, sexy voice of hers that says she wants something. Something big and hard and shoved into the right place! Hang on, sweetie, here comes your stud-muffin!
Chapter XIV
The Snatch
The next day, things continued to fall apart. No news on the Raszini front – he was still nowhere to be found and the agencies looking for him still had no explanation as to how he was tipped off about the raids. Which gave me an uneasy feeling inside, a gut-level feeling that I hadn’t heard the last of Raszini. Unfortunately, I should have listened to my gut and taken precautions.
I’ll admit, I was too wrapped up with my newly rediscovered romance with Linda Goodbody to have noticed much of anything else. Susie was running the PI business well enough so that I didn’t really have much to do beyond testing new whiskeys and exploring the limitless sexual possibilities with Linda.
Then Susie disappeared.
I staggered in… Make that, I showed up at the office on Thursday morning hoping that the usually efficient Ramona of the shapely legs and top-heavy figure had a fresh pot of coffee brewing. The coffee pot was empty. And Ramona was sitting behind her desk wringing her hands and looking like she was about to burst into tears at any second.
“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked. “We’re not out of coffee, are we?”
“Susie is missing!” she wailed, and did burst into tears.
“Calm down, honey. Tell me what happened.”
I assumed it was simply a miscommunication or something. Susie was pretty reliable. I was sure she was simply out on a case and had failed to tell Ramona.
“I got in,” she began, “and Susie was not here. She’s usually here when I arrive. But not today.” She reached for a tissue from the box in a desk drawer. “I looked, but there was nothing on her schedule. Then I checked her office and her computer was on. She always turns it off when she leaves. The chair was knocked over and some papers were scattered around. Susie would never leave her office looking like that.”
I’ll admit, I was getting a bad feeling about this. Susie is usually compulsively neat and organized.
Ramona went on, “Then I remembered that the front door was not locked when I came in. Last night, Susie was working when I left. She would have locked the door when she left. Oh, Mr. Sled, I’m worried about her!
“I called your apartment but Miss Goodbody said that you had already left to come here. So I waited for you.”
“You sure Susie has no appointments? Might she have worked all night and just went out for breakfast?”
“She said she was going to only be an hour or so and then go home. Oh, Mr. Speed, something terrible has happened to her! I just know it!”
I would have been hard put to disagree at that point. There was a cold, tight knot in my stomach. But I knew what to do.
“You make some coffee,” I ordered. Then I headed for the closet in the corner of the reception area. Inside, there was the recording device for our surveillance system. Susie had insisted on putting a surveillance camera in that area. A small display monitor was attached and it didn’t take me too long to figure out how to bring up the recorded images for the last evening.
At 5:16 the recording showed Ramona going to Susie’s office. A few seconds later she came out and headed out the door.
At 6:23 a man entered the lobby. He was dressed in a delivery man’s uniform. After looking around, he waved behind him and a second man entered. He was pushing a furniture moving dolly with a large wooden box on it. I could barely make out the marking on the side: “Busby Air Conditioning”.
The first man pulled a .45 out of his pocket and headed for Susie’s office. A few moments later the second man followed, pushing that box before him. Then there was nothing for fifteen minutes. At 6:40 the two men left, taking the box with them.
That was all.
One of the men looked like the guy who originally came to take me to see Raszini.
What had happened was obvious. Susie had been kidnapped and taken out in that box. And Raszini had to be behind it. Damn! With him on the loose,
I should have taken precautions. Somehow Raszini found out that it was I who informed on him and was taking revenge by kidnapping Susie.
I stormed into my office and dropped into my chair. What did he want? I didn’t think that this was a ransom kidnapping. Raszini had more money than I’ll ever make, and he knew it. No, he had something else planned. Grabbing Susie was just a way of getting to me. He had already shown a tendency to kidnap and torture women when he did that to Linda. I remembered those photos of her being abused sexually that he sent me. Would I soon be getting a photo showing Susie being tortured? Would not surprise me.
But what to do?
I could wait for him to make the first move. Correction, the second move. He had already taken Susie for the first move in this deadly game. The phone number I had for contacting him was no longer any good. And already several high-powered law enforcement agencies were looking for him. What could I do to add to that? I had no idea where he was.
I would have to wait for him to contact me. And I was sure that he would. He is the kind that would want me to know what he was doing. Oh, he would get in touch, I was sure of that.
Then I remembered the evening we exchanged Angela for Linda. In particular, I remembered how he had looked at Susie during the switch. He was almost drooling, that bastard!
I would have to wait until he called. Then I would have to convince him that his real beef was with me, not Susie. Maybe I could get him to trade me for her… Then, after Susie was safe, I’d show that low-life, asshole licking turd that no one kidnaps my little sister and gets away with it.
Chapter XV
A Welcoming
The wooden crate thumped onto the concrete floor, accompanied by a muffled cry from within. Theodor Raszini, grinning in a most evil manner, waved his hand, indicating to his henchmen that they should open the crate, and stood back to watch his prize catch be unveiled.
The side was quickly pried off, revealing a bundled up Susie Speed, tightly bound with ropes and gagged with duct tape wrapped around the bottom half of her head. Her blouse was torn, revealing part of one breast, but otherwise it appeared that she had not been harmed. The ropes were tightly applied and had to be painful to the prisoner, but that was all that had been done to her – so far.
“Miss Speed,” Raszini said, smiling down at her as she sat in the crate, legs folded up and head bend down. It was not a very big crate and she had to be folded into a ball to fit inside it. “Welcome to my home.” One of the two men who had brought here there snickered but was silenced by a quick, very mean glance from their boss. “I am sorry that this is somewhat less than my usual accommodations, but I was forced to leave my former house because of your brother.”
There was no questioning the anger in his voice.
“Get her out of there,” he barked and watched as the two of them pulled her out and up to her feet. With her legs bound together, and having been bound into a ball for over two hours, she had a little trouble keeping her balance and was held upright by one of the men.
“I cannot begin to tell you how glad I am to have you visit me,” he told her. “Nor can I begin to tell you of the activities I have planned for you.”
She glared at him over the gag. Susie felt her skin crawl as his gazed wandered over her body, undressing her (as so many men did) with his eyes. Were it not for the rag stuffed in her mouth and taped tightly in place, she would have given him a piece of her mind.
“Take her into the special room I set up for her,” he snarled. “You’ll enjoy it,” he added, in her direction.
The man holding her up stepped around in front of her and put his shoulder into her midsection, picking her up like a sack of potatoes. The “special room” was a large storage room in what turned out to be a warehouse of some sort. From her upside down position and limited view, she could only see the concrete floor. Had she the time to look around, she would have found herself being carried past stacks of cardboard cartons with various labels indicating this was a storehouse for consumer electronics. The special room had been emptied of whatever it was that was previously stored there, and a few special devices had been installed. One was a bed in one corner; a metal frame with metal springs but lacking a mattress. One could lay upon it, but not in anything approaching comfort.
There were several hooks and rings screwed into the overhead wooden beams and into the walls. A couple cardboard boxes sat by one wall. They were open and Susie could see coils of ropes in one and handcuffs and chains in the other. When set upon her feet again, she was not happy to see that type of equipment. Nor would it be hard to guess what kind of special treatment he had in mind for her.
“Untie her arms,” came the order, “but not her legs.”
Susie found her hands were a dark shade when she was finally able to bring them around in front of her again. The ropes had been tightly applied and left on for a long time. There were also deep, red indentations in her flesh, demonstrating just how tightly they had been bound.
“Tie her hands in front,” Raszini continued, “then hang her by her wrists.”
Susie was frightened but tried very hard not show it. It also took an effort to keep from fighting them. But even with her above-average strength and size, she would be no match for three men. Better to let them do as they wished – for now.
With the wrists bound together, the trailing rope was tossed over one of the hooks in the overhead beam and pulled. Her arms lifted up above her head. The two men pulled some more and she was lifted off her feet. Her full weight being taken by the ropes around her wrists, she knew that there would be problems with circulation, if she were left like that for very long.
“Marco, cut off her clothes,” Raszini ordered. “But first, tie one of those cinder blocks to her feet. That will keep her from kicking out.”
With a grin, one of the men dragged over a heavy concrete block and placed it directly under her feet. He removed her shoes and pulled her socks down, and then tied a rope to that already around her ankles, threaded it through the cement block and back over the ankle bondage again. He pulled until the block was lifted from the floor and hung suspended just below her feet. He tied off the rope and stood back. He was grinning as he pulled a switchblade from his pocket and flicked it open.
It was getting harder for Susie to put up a brave front. The weight pulling down her feet tightened up the rope around her wrists and stretched her body out painfully. She was a strong young woman and could probably lift her legs, block and all, upward, but kicking was, as they intended, out of the question.
The other henchman had brought in a chair, which Marco used to stand on while he took her blouse in one hand and began slicing the material with that sharp knife. With his face only inches from hers, he took a delight in looking into her eyes as he cut the expensive blouse from her body. Maybe he was looking for signs of fear, which would probably have made his task more pleasurable – for him. Soon enough he had the blouse totally cut away, leaving her clad only in her bra from the waist up. First, he cut the straps going over her shoulders, and then pushed the blade between her bra and her skin, pausing dramatically for a moment before jerking the blade. It cut through the bra quickly and the garment fell away.
For a few seconds none of the men said a word. The pair of breasts that were now on display before them were magnificent! Large and firm, with nipples that stood out most delightfully. These men had never seen such perfect globes in person, only in the centerfolds of men’s magazines.
Standing on the chair, only a few inches from those wonderful boobs, Mack was hard put not to reach out and grab one or both.
“Get down and finish getting those clothes off her,” Raszini barked.
Reluctantly, Marco stepped down from the chair and pulled it aside. Then he was taking the waistband of her jeans in one hand and sliding the blade behind it. With a grin, he jerked the knife again and cut through the designer jeans. It took him a full couple minutes to cut all the jean material away, but when he finished the
re was a lovely pair of legs exposed. All that was left was the black, lacy panties barely covering her most private place. Almost reverently, he took the panties in hand and sliced through the thin material, first on one side, then on the other. Slowly he pulled the panties from between her legs.
If they were surprised to find that the pubic area now exposed was shaved totally clean, none said a word about that. They just stood there and admired the view.
“All right! You guys get out of here,” Raszini finally ordered. “And remember, I don’t want you fucking this broad. Not yet, anyway. I’ll let you have her, but later. Right now I want her to understand just what she’s in for. So get lost.”
The men reluctantly left the room, muttering under their breaths about how unfair this was – but being careful not to let Raszini hear them.
Slowly he walked around his prisoner, taking in all the lovely curves, the soft perfection of that bare flesh, the narrowness of her waist and the firmness of her breasts. He felt himself reacting to this display of sexual perfection as any man would; a bulge began forming in his pants. But it was a battle inside him between desire and hatred. This, he reminded himself, was the sister of the man who had ruined his life. No matter how desirable her body was, he wished to make her suffer. At least at first. Later, he would show her what a fucking by a real man was like, but first he wanted to make her hurt. He wanted her to feel pain so intense that she was screaming from it. And he wanted her brother to know she was being tortured, to share that pain with her.
After twice circling the hanging girl, he unbuckled his belt and slid the leather strap out of his pants. Doubling the leather strap over, he held it like a whip and prepared himself to grant her the first payment of a great debt owed her and her brother.
