EASY PICKINGS
by
Jemej
The events are fictional and any resemblance to actual persons or events is by pure chance.
© 2000, all right reserved by the author.
Part Four
It was almost an hour after Stan Barren’s departure that Ted Fallows wandered into his office whistling softly through his teeth. He barely settled behind his desk when Alison Trent barged through the door, an angry frown on her face.
“Where have you been?” she demanded, “I’m your partner. We’re supposed to be working together!”
“None of your fucking business!” Ted snapped back, his dislike for his partner all too evident on his face. Jesus I hate working with women -- especially nosy bitches. Why the hell couldn’t they give me some eager beaver recruit who’d just sit at his desk and do as he’s told.
Alison flinched at the harshness in his reply but bit back the quick retort that boiled in her throat. Fallows had never accepted her as his partner and things had been getting progressively worse since she turned down his invitation to go to his place for a ‘drink’.
“But since you asked so nicely,” Ted continued, a little disappointed that she hadn’t reacted, “I’ll tell you. I got a call from a contact of mine early this morning. It seems that that stupid bitch Kimberly Dumont got herself grabbed last night by a pair of contractors looking to pick up that reward. I tried to call you this morning around 6 a.m. but there was no answer at your place. Where were you, anyway,” he asked, pausing for emphasis, “out getting laid?”
Alison could feel herself flush as he stared at her but chose not to dignify his accusation with a response. The truth was that he was partially correct: she was on the way home to change clothes after a pleasant night with a ‘friend’.
“I was out jogging,” she lied.
Ted looked at Alison as if judging her. Finally he continued, a small smile playing across his lips. “As I said the Dumont woman got grabbed last night. My snitch knows where the exchange is going down tonight and some of the details of the meet but not the time. So our options are real simple, we take a team of agents, wait and then hold a little surprise party.”
“Things are beginning to get weird,” Alison commented almost as if talking to herself, “first this guy comes in looking to see if we know where Dumont and her assistant are, then you come in and announce that someone you know--.”
“Who came in?” Ted barked, cutting her off in mid thought.
“Some guy named Barrens. He apparently is the head of security over at Dumont’s firm. Said both Dumont and her executive assistant had disappeared. He was actually looking for you.”
“What’d you tell him?”
“Everything I knew,” replied Alison. “Nothing.”
“Good,” said Ted, “I’ll call him later and let him know what’s happening. You go get Ross, Jeffers, Mansbridge and Collum. We’ve gotta plan our little rescue and only a few hours to do it in.”
The beam of late-afternoon sunlight that filtered through the dusty window gently bathed the naked woman in golden hues. Perched on her knees, her ankles crossed-tied then folded back and tied to her thighs, Kimberly stared vacantly at the floor. Her arms, bound at the wrists and elbows, had been pulled up into a high strappado position and were all that kept her from falling flat on her face. Occasionally she’d moan but even that was barely audible, the large red ball from the harness gag she still wore holding her lips open in a silent scream.
A few hours earlier Bulk had returned to the basement where Kimberly hung semi-comatose in her bonds. Her entire existence so focused on the single task of trying to control the pain she barely noticed his return until he untied the rope holding her head and ankles pulled back and allowed her to collapse onto the mattress. Awakening muscles screaming in agony, she hardly noticed the pain from her nose where she’d banged it on the mattress or the trickle of blood that followed.
“You seem a little worse for the wear,” he gloated over her, “but I hear that after Sayad is finished turning you into one of his sex slaves you’ll be able to handle more than this.”
Kimberly stared at him, hatred simmering in her eyes but remained silent. She simply wanted to be left alone.
Bulk had other ideas in mind. Dragging her over towards a wooden pillar he’d slapped and manipulated her until she was hung helplessly in a kneeling strappado position. Leaning forward, unable to move or straighten up she had no choice but to try and live with not only the renewed pain from her abused shoulder joints but a new pain where her knees pressed against the rough concrete floor. Emotionally and physically exhausted, Kimberly retreated into a trance-like state, her mind replaying his words. A sex slave! Those words seemed to echo in her head. Used like a cheap whore at the whim of some man she’d never even met. This couldn’t be happening to her. She was a ‘somebody’ that subordinates obeyed without question.
Time passed. Kimberly hung head down listlessly, her eyes stinging from the sweat that trickled endlessly into them. Saliva slowly filled her mouth until it threatened to choke her. Instinctively she relaxed her lips allowing the drool to ooze around the ball and drain down her chin, falling in a long silvery streamer into the spreading pool of moisture that darkened the concrete floor before her.
Finally the heavy feet of Bulk thudded down the stairs one more time. Kimberly raised her head slowly and stared as he walked towards her.
“Time to go, gorgeous,” he said as he tossed her stained blouse, skirt and heels on the floor before her and began to untie her. “Your new master awaits. Damn, I wish we could play for another day or two. It makes me want to jerk off just thinking about the fun we could have.”
Kimberly ignored him, his taunts no longer held any power over her. Groaning as he pulled her to her feet, she slipped on the blouse and skirt then stepped into her heels. The harness gag still firmly strapped to her head, she stood quietly as he pulled her hands behind her back and tied them together.
“Let’s go,” he said taking her by the arm and leading her towards the stairs.
Jan was dozing on the bed when the ‘man in black’ returned late in the afternoon. As he jerked off her blindfold, she stared into his hooded face as he unbuckled the strap holding her gag on and then pulled the plug from her mouth. Jan moved her mouth in silent appreciation as he then unlocked the cuffs securing her to the bed.
“I’ve only got a few minutes so let’s make this quick.” Taking her by the arm he dragged her to a nearby bathroom and allowed her a few minutes to relieve herself. Once she’d finished he lead her back to the bedroom and after she sat down on the edge of the bed handed her a paper bag with a big KFC printed on it.
The smell that came from the bag was overwhelming, her rumbling tummy refusing to be denied. With unladylike haste she began to shove the lukewarm chicken and cool fries into her mouth, chewing and swallowing quickly. Even the soft drink, some kind or root beer, tasted like a fine wine as she drained the cup.
Her captor wasted no time once she’d finished. She’d barely dropped the last chicken bone back into the bag when he took hold of her arm and led her over to the bathroom again. A few moments to take care of some necessary business and to clean herself up and then it was back to the bed where she was quickly chained and gagged.
“Don’t wait up,” he said as he left, “I’m probably going to be late.”
The door thudded shut behind him leaving Jan alone again with her thoughts and fears.
Night had fallen over the city when the van idled slowly into the dark alleyway and came to a stop. Dousing the headlights Bulk looked through the windscreen at the car that faced him a couple hundred feet away. He’d was just beginning to wonder if he’d come to the wrong place when a light flickered in its windscreen, on and off in a broken rhythm.
“That’s them,” Weasel smiled in the next bucket seat. Turning around he looked at the shadowy figure huddled on the floor in the back of the van. “It’s time. In a few minutes we’re going to be rich men and you’ll be on your way to meet your new owner. ”
Kimberly stared up at Weasel’s silhouette, the sour taste of fear thick in the back of her throat. Gagged, tied once again in a ball so tight that her thighs pressed firmly against her chest, she couldn’t even voice the expletive that came to mind. She could only watch as the pair slid out of the van, slamming their door behind them. Terrified at what was to come, Kimberly struggled once more with her unyielding bonds then slumped onto the metal deck, sobbing quietly to herself.
“C-R-A-C-K”.
Kimberly jerked as the vicious snap of a gunshot echoed off the walls of the alley. For a split second the whole world seemed to stop, go silent, then a raging storm of shouting voices and weapons firing swept across the van. The savage roar of weapons rose to a climax then, in a single heartbeat it was over. Frozen in fear, Kimberly lay motionless straining to hear something, anything.
The something was the sound of running feet coming towards the van. The slapping sound grew louder and louder until it abruptly stopped by the back of the van. Kimberly tried to curl into an even tighter ball whimpering as hands fumbled with the handles then the doors burst open.
A dark bulky figure stood silhouetted in the dim alley light. A flashlight burst into life, its bright beam sweeping across the bed of the truck, pausing briefly over Kimberly’s naked body then shone directly into squinting eyes.
“Ms. Dumont,” said Ted Fallows, “we really need to talk.”
To be continued