Syd slumped against the hallway wall lost in thought. Shame burned on his
skin like hot wax as he relived his behavior just minutes earlier with Leah.
Everything he'd prided himself on, every more he'd tried to live by had been
negated in those fleeting minutes when taken advantage of that helpless
woman, groped and fondled her like some horny teenager hopped up on
testosterone.
It wasn't that Syd considered himself anything special. Essentially a loner,
who made his living as a journeyman criminal, he's spent much of his adult
life moving from one city to the next, never putting down roots and rarely
leaving anyone special behind. He enjoyed the company of woman but somehow
nothing ever seemed to come of his liaisons. Part of it was his own
personality, his aloofness and inability to relax with them and part of it
was his 'interest'. In his early teens he developed a taste for bondage and
found the sight of women bound and gagged stirred him immensely. Over the
years he'd found a few women who were willingly to join him in his passion
but for the most part most of them they almost immediately dumped him as some
kind of freak as soon as the topic arose.
Maybe that was why he enjoyed the criminal side of his life. It seemed to
give some meaning, some excitement to his life. He loved matching wits with
his victims and the police. A careful planner he took no unnecessary risks as
the thought of spending years in jail was singularly unappealing. Stupid and
careless in his teen years, he'd been caught stealing cars. A year on a
prison farm had taught him two things, how to be a better criminal and a deep
desire not to repeat the experience.
Bondage was also a part of the world of crime. More than once situation had
forced him to tie up frightened female victims to ease his escape. Each time
it happened he'd felt the sexual buzz ignite inside him but every single time
he'd treated the women with respect making sure they never sensed his own
desires as he bound their trembling bodies. He didn't actively seek out these
situation, just accepted them as they happened. They helped, the memories
exciting him as he satisfied his sexual needs but it wasn't enough.
Frustrated he'd turned to glossy magazines and videos and over the years had
accumulated a respectable collection. Lately he'd become interested in
computers and the world of electronic bondage had consumed him. It was while
he was engrossed in some downloaded pictures that Storm had learned of his
obsession. She hadn't said anything he could still recall the speculation in
her eyes.
"Shit," Syd said to himself. Straightening up he turning and walked back into
the room he'd left just moments before. His back rigid, he strode across the
floor and came to a stop before Leah while trying to ignore those distracting
female assets of hers.
Leah, who had been tugging at her bonds until the door opened and her captor
returned looked into his face, her eyes wary.
"I'm sorry," he said to the woman, "it won't happen again." With that he
turned and headed towards the door. All the way across the room he could feel
her puzzled eyes boring into his back and he was only too glad to close the
door behind him.
The walk up to the living accommodations where Storm was waiting gave Syd
time to think. He'd found it incredibly arousing while he was tying up Leah.
It had been her resemblance to Storm that had caused him to lose his
professionalism and now the more he thought about it the more he realized how
much in love Storm he really was. Somehow he was going to have to make Storm
aware of his feelings but he wasn't sure how.
The warehouse that Storm and Syd occupied was more than just a convenient
place to hold captives. A year or so ago they both came to the conclusion
that they needed a hideout as well as a place to live. It had been Syd who
suggested purchasing this particular warehouse largely because of the low
activity area it sat in and converting it to their needs. At first Storm had
resisted strongly until one day she realized that her current place was being
watched. Whether it was the police or rivals didn't matter; what mattered was
that she accepted that they needed somewhere out of harm's way.
The conversion of the warehouse had been done slowly using the money from
their criminal activities. The lower floor, once a light manufacturing area
with a shipping and receiving office had been left as they found it other
than a minor cleanup and a minor renovation to what had been a staff
washroom.
The upper floor, which was accessed from a central staircase at one time, had
been a warren of small office's and meeting rooms. Using a series of
'reliable' contractors (reliable in that they knew when to keep their mouth
shut) for individual parts of the job, the entire floor was completely gutted
and two completely separate living facilities had been installed along with a
security system, bolt holes and escape routes. After this each apartment had
been decorated to meet individual tastes. The whole exercise had been
expensive but neither minded as it was someone else's money anyway.
Syd knocked quietly on the door to Storm's apartment and stood patiently
under the baleful red eye of the camera looking down at him. "Come in Syd,"
came Storm's voice, tinny and inhuman from the speaker box on the wall
accompanied the sound of an electric lock cycling. There was a time when this
little game of Storm's, making him wait as if it was going to be anyone else
at the door, used to make him seethe but now he simply endured it.
Syd entered her apartment and stood in front of the couch that Storm lounged.
Damn they are identical he thought right down to the chest size. Even the
hairstyle is nearly identical except for the russet color of Storm's hair.
"Everything went all right?" Storm asked, her eyes laughing as she watched
his eyes trace her body.
"Just fine. She's all nicely trussed up down in the holding room."
"Syd, you never fail to please me," said Storm rising to her feet with
cat-like grace and touching his arm. "I have one more job for you. It's
getting late, so why don't you slip out and get of dinner for three,
something Chinese I think. While you're gone I'll go downstairs and greet our
visitor."
"Sichuan okay?" Syd asked then turned to leave at her nod. "By the way," he
said turning back towards her, "keep her tied up until I get back. You never
know what can happen when someone's desperate and I'd hate for her to get
loose and bring the police down on us."
"Syd, you worry way too much. You just get dinner, I can handle her," Storm
quickly fired back, the heat in her voice matching the red anger spots that
had appeared in her cheeks.
Syd was tempted to respond but knew it was hopeless. If he pushed it then
Storm was almost guaranteed to do exactly the opposite of what he asked.
Better that he get and back as quickly as possible. Without another word he
turned and left.
Leah had given up fighting her bonds and was slumped dejectedly in her chair
when the door to her prison open once again. Disinterestedly she glanced at
the door then straightened up in disbelief as she watched herself walk into
the room and come towards her.
The woman walked slowly around her, a slight smile playing across her lips as
their eyes matched. Unsettled Leah tried to return the favor as best she
could, not completely sure she could believe her eyes. It was like looking
into a mirror except for the hair and those clothes she wouldn't be caught
dead in.
Storm studied Leah with equal interest, not only how much they really did
look alike but also the ropes that bound her. Syd certainly does a thorough
job she thought taking note how they held Leah in a rigid embrace, her
breasts thrust forward and her thighs spread open in an unspoken invitation.
Strange as it seemed she could also feel their tight grasp on her own body
and the sensation sent a pleasant little tingle through her body. Carefully
she studied her helpless twin and then unbuckled the ball gag and slowly
pulled it from Leah's mouth.
"So we finally meet, sister dear," Storm said then laughed at the startled
look in Leah's eyes.
"Sister?"
"Sister," replied Storm, "in fact we're twins. Separated a birth by a mother
who couldn't wait to give us up for adoption. Didn't you know?"
"No," whispered Leah, still finding it difficult to believe her eyes.
"Well then let me tell you a little story. Years ago I decided to find my
parents and began to trace my trail backwards. It took a lot of effort and no
small sum of money but eventually I found mother, well her grave anyway.
Twenty-fours years ago our dear mother found out she was pregnant. Days later
our father disappeared leaving our mother no option but to move in with her
own family. Nine months later she gave birth to twins in a small hicksville
hospital and immediately she signed us over for adoption. She had no choice
really, she wasn't married and her own father had made his position clear,
put us up for adoption or she was out on her own. Alone, no money, poorly
educated, there was only one thing she could do. You got lucky, a nice
God-fearing family who raised you as one of their own. It must have been nice
growing up with loving parents."
"And you?" said Leah.
"Me? I just bounced from one foster home after another. Not that I was ever
abused or anything, no, it was more like benign neglect. Clothed, fed but
never loved. It wasn't fun but it taught me how to survive."
"I'm so sorry," whispered Leah.
"I don't want your sympathy," snapped Storm, her voice taking on a shrill
tone, "all I want is your job."
"My job?"
"Your job. Tomorrow I'm going to be you and pay a little visit to your
employer. There's a nice little medical shipment of Viagra that just came in
and one of my contacts wants it and is willing to pay well for it."
"Viagra?" asked Leah.
"Viagra. Do you have any idea what those little blue diamonds are worth on
the black market? There's over eight thousand of those pills sitting in your
warehouse right now and my commission on them will put me on easy street."
Leah stared at her twin in astonishment. "But you can't, it's --"
"It's nothing!" snapped Storm. "Enough of this family reunion. I've got all I
need to finish the job, your looks and an access card that'll get me through
the door. All I need now is to find out about the layout of the building.
That's where you come in, sister. You're going to tell me everything I need
to know to finish the job - internal security, where to find the pills,
everything. Best yet is the fact that they're never going to believe it
wasn't you."
"But --"
"Oh shut up," said Storm, picking up the ball gag, "you bore me. Anything
requests before I stuff this back in your mouth?"
"Could I go to the bathroom?" asked Leah. "Please, my bladder feels like it's
going to burst."
Leah studied her captive twin trying to decide whether to believe her or not.
Finally she made her decision. "Open wide!" she said then stuffed the ball
gag back into Leah's mouth. Quickly she untied Leah's ankles allowing her
feet to drop numbly to the floor then undid the rope holding her wrists to
the crossbar between the chair legs. Taking her by the upper arm Storm helped
Leah rise to her feet, her arms still secured behind her. "Don't try
anything!" she cautioned as she lead Leah from the room.
When they got to the bathroom Storm stopped in confusion. Leah was obviously
going to need help and she really didn't want any part of it. Finally she
undid the ropes holding Leah's wrists and elbows imprisoned and pushed her
into the room. "Don't you touch that gag. I'll give you five minutes then
it's back you go."
Leah closed the door to the bathroom and looked around the small room with
its single toilet and sink and felt her heart sink. She'd hoped that there
was another way out, maybe a window but the blank walls told her that that
method of escape was not going to happen. Disappointed she sat down on the
toilet and relieved herself while she tried to think of some other way to
escape.
Exactly five minutes later Storm pounded on the door. "Let's go!" she
shouted. When no reply came she turned the handle and let the door swing
open to reveal Leah still sitting on the toilet, the ball gag dangling from
her hand.
"I told you not to touch that, sis" said Storm, feeling the anger at being
defied beginning to rise within her.
"Screw you. I'm leaving and there's nothing you can do to stop me," said Leah
calmly, her own eyes flashing.
Anger surged in Storm and she lost control of herself. "That's it honey," she
said infuriated as she held a length of rope out, "time to put you back in
the cage." With that she surged forward determined to overpower her defiant
sister.
Storm's move was exactly what Leah had been hoping for. With her back braced
against the toilet tank she quickly raised her legs to absorb Storm's charge
and then catapulted her backwards through the door.
The move caught Storm entirely off guard. Slamming into the wall on the other
side of the hallway she sagged to the floor, her ears ringing. Stunned, she
lay limply as Leah rolled her onto her stomach and used the piece of rope
she'd dropped to lash her hands behind her back.
"I'm getting out of here," said Leah as she dragged Storm into the bathroom,
"but first I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine."
It had taken Syd longer at the restaurant than he wanted but finally they'd
put his entire order together and he'd headed back to their hideout. Traffic
was still heavy but for once the gods that control traffic lights seemed to
find favor with him and he made good time. The car parked safely away, he
barely got the door behind him when the pounding of feet caused him to turn
around quickly.
Around the corner came a running woman, her breasts oscillating wildly
beneath her blouse as she turned towards him. Then, her eyes widening the
woman skidded to a stop, moaned in dismay and turned to run the other way.
Instead her feet slipped out from under her and she fell to her knees. For
just a split second Syd thought it was Storm then the truth sank in. With a
curse he dropped the bags of Chinese food and ran towards her.
Leah had just begun to get to her feet when Syd grabbed her and quickly
twisted her arm up between her shoulders forcing a squeal of pain from her.
"Where's Storm?" he demanded, a terrible coldness welling up inside him.
"Where's Storm dammit?"
"In the washroom," Leah groaned, her shoulder feeling like it was separated.
"She's all right, stop hurting me!"
"Let's go," said Syd using the leverage on her arm to force to walk on her
tiptoes ahead of him. Pushing her into her prison room, he frog marched her
over to the pile of ropes on the floor. Forcing her to her knees, he scooped
a handful of rope and pushed her face down onto the floor. With undisguised
haste he bound her wrists firmly behind her back and then after lashing her
ankles together, hog-tied her securely.
"That'll hold you until I find out what's been going on around here," he said
running out the door.
As it turned out he didn't need Leah's help in finding Storm, the noise
coming from the washroom was guide enough.
Storm sat on the toilet, her hands bound behind her back. The ends of the
rope that secured her wrists had then been tied together under the toilet
tank holding her firmly on the toilet seat. A second piece of rope had been
wrapped several times around one ankle then knotted. After passing the free
end around behind the toilet, it had been coiled around her other ankle and
knotted but only after her feet had been pulled so far that they rested on
the tips of her high heels. Finally the ball gag had been stuffed securely
between her lips and tightened to the point that her cheeks had collapsed
under the leather straps.
As soon as she saw Syd, Storm began raging behind the gag, her eyes flaming
with anger. Syd stared at her the knelt before her and gently pried the ball
gag from her mouth. Taking her head in his hands he stared into her eyes and
asked softly, "Are you all right?"
"Let me go you fool," Storm snapped, "you're wasting time. You got to find
her before she gets to the cops."
Syd had had enough, that comment about being a fool really stunk. "SHUT UP!"
he shouted, his face about a foot from Storm's face, "SHE ISN'T GETTING
ANYWHERE. NOW ANSWER THE FUCKIN' QUESTION -- ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"
Storm froze at the suppressed anger in his voice, her mouth hanging open in
shock. Like a pair of fighting cocks, the two stared at each other, eyes
locked together. Rage mixed with relief that Storm was all right swirled
inside Syd. At the same time he was all too aware of that beautiful face
between his hands and an irresistible pull that drew him toward it. Helpless,
unwilling to resist, he kissed her. At first it was tentative, gentle and
sweet then with increasing passion as he felt her lips soften and then part
under his own.
Time seemed to stumble, then stood still.
Syd reared back in confusion, his lips burning from the kiss. Shit, now I've
done it, he thought as he looked into her face and watched as her slightly
unfocused eyes opened. He stammered, trying to find something to say by way
of an explanation, all the time studying how even and white her teeth were
between the soft curve of her parted lips. "I'm sorry," was all he could say
as lowered his head and concentrated on untying her.
To be continued