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Missing Person By jessicablank Chapter 1 -- The Discovery Detective Jake Diamond watched through a pair of binoculars from his perch in a tree outside the mansion. Nighttime shrouded the estate in darkness, but the garden in the distance was brightly lighted under its glass roof. Mz. Dominica's servants -- slaves? -- were all around the garden, serving drinks and hors d'oeuvres to guests. Their black rubber uniforms glinted in the lights from overhead. Jake could hear music playing -- but it was so far away, he couldn't tell whether it was jazz, classical, or what. As Jake watched, Mz. Dominica entered the garden, leading a slim, young man. The guests all applauded as their hostess appeared. Dominica was a tall, beautiful blonde, who simply exuded power. She looked around, nodding to her guests, acknowledging their presence. The young man, by contrast, seemed to be unaware of them. In fact, he seemed to be half asleep. He shuffled along where he was led, sucking his left thumb, clutching his right arm to his chest -- as if he were a child carrying a teddy bear to bed. He was completely naked, but from the way he moved, Jake got the impression the young man thought he was wearing a set of nice, soft jammies. Dominica led the man up to the huge, shiny cylinder at one end of the garden. A door opened in the side. Aha! Jake had been sure there was something about this tank and now his suspicions were confirmed. With gentle pushes, Dominica guided the man through the door and positioned him in the tank, then closed the door. Jake couldn't tell whether some control had been activated, but the tank began to emit strange lights and a whooshing sound. After a few minutes, they stopped, and the door opened again. Out stepped a human figure -- but it wasn't the slim, young man who had gone in. It was a gorgeous woman! Long blonde hair. Mountainous, mouth-watering breasts. An hourglass figure that belonged in wet dreams. Jake's gaze trailed downward, and he was surprised to find this babe's pussy was completely naked. Not shaved. More like it had never grown hair in the first place. Dominica stepped forward, and with one hand cupped this babe's pussy and began to stroke it, while her other hand began to tweak the nipples on those immense breasts. Jake realized the music had stopped, and he could hear Mz. Dominica saying something in a sing-song voice. Almost like that "nyah-nyah, nyah-nyah, nyahhhh nyahhhh" little kids use to tease each other. But at this distance, he couldn't make out the words. The babe continued standing, staring blankly into space -- her hips pumping while Dominica fingered her clit. Jake realized he had a raging hard-on inside his pants, and decided he needed to climb down out of the tree. An especially tricky descent, with that boner making his movements even more awkward. When he finally got down, brushed his pants, and looked up, Jake found himself staring into the tines of a pitchfork pointed at his face, held by the grounds keeper. Next to him stood Mz. Dominica. How had she gotten down here so fast? "Good evening, Mr. Diamond," Dominica said. "Did you enjoy our little show, this evening?" Jake could hear an undertone of amusement in her voice. That same tone that had been irritating him, teasing him all along -- that she knew a secret, and he didn't. "Ah, Mistress Dominica," Jake replied. "Yeah, a great show -- your own little piece of Vegas." He leaned forward just a little -- not TOO close to the prongs of the pitchfork. "I think I'm beginning to put the pieces of the puzzle together. What happened to Dan. You put him in that tank, right? Changed him?" "Hmmm," Dominica purred. She looked at Jake with that infernal, wry smile on her face. She reached into a pocket, somewhere in her clothing, pulled out a small gold case, and extracted a cigarette. Then she reached into another pocket, pulled out a long, black cigarette holder, and fitted the cigarette to it. She held it up, and stared into Jake's eyes. Jake seemed to have lost track of what he'd been talking about -- but he still had a sense of bravado. He moved one hand toward his coat pocket. The chief gardener thrust the pitchfork just a little bit closer, as a warning -- but Mistress gestured to him that it was okay. Jake reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a lighter, flicked it open, lit it. Dominica put the mouthpiece of her holder to her lips and puffed, while Jake lit her cigarette. She took a deep drag. Held it a moment. Then exhaled directly into Jake's face. "Sleep," she commanded. And Jake went to sleep. Chapter 2 -- Three Days Earlier Detective Jake Diamond drove his car up Elephant Hill toward the big mansion at the top. He wasn't a police detective -- just a private eye -- so his car wasn't government issue. Just a junker, an old '32 Studebaker, that he was HOPING would make it all the way uphill. Officially, the hill was so named because it had looked like an elephant to some early settlers -- who probably had never seen a real elephant in their lives. Jake was sure its name really came from the fact that it felt like his under-powered car was trying to drag a dead elephant carcass all the way up. He was trying to figure his chances, if he had to abandon the effort partway up, whether he could park his car, leave it, and not find it towed away when he came back. Gasping and wheezing in low gear, the car finally made it to the big, semi- circular driveway, and gave out just as he turned off the main street. Jake took that as a sign to declare the car parked. He pulled his key out of the ignition, opened the door, and got out. Then he reached in to the back seat and pulled out a wedge-shaped block of wood. He walked to the back of the car, leaned down, and pushed the wedge in hard against one tire. More than once, this little trick had saved his car from rolling downhill when the faulty parking brake gave way. Jake slammed the door shut, walked down the long driveway to the front entrance, and pulled the long rope by the door to ring the bell. A moment passed, and the door opened. Framed by the doorway was a beautiful woman in a French maid's uniform, carrying an ostrich feather duster. "Good morning," the maid said. "Can I help you?" Jake realized the uniform was awfully short. And shiny. And tight. Clearly it wasn't made of cloth. It almost looked like... rubber? Setting that aside, he replied, "Yes, my name is Jake Diamond. I'm a private detective. I was wondering if I could have a word with the master of the house?" The maid took a moment to respond, as if her attention had been focused somewhere else. "My Mistress, you mean," she said. "Please, wait here a moment and I'll check. Do you have a card?" Like Jake could afford business cards. "Um, no, I don't. Just mention my name, Jake Diamond, and that I'm a private detective." He thought a moment, how much to reveal up front, then decided. "Tell your mistress I'm looking for a man named Dan." The maid showed no sign she recognized the name. "I'll be back in a moment." She left the door open, and disappeared back into the house. Jake mentally reviewed the long shiny stockings that seemed to hug the maid's legs from thigh to toe. And he realized the woman was wearing four-inch heels that seemed to melt into the stockings, like they were all of one piece. He took the battered brown hat off his head and held it in front of him, the better to hide the growing tent his pants were making. First impressions were important in the detective business -- and having a boner when you first met someone was likely to get them talking about all the wrong subjects. A minute or two passed, and the maid returned. "Mistress Dominica will see you. I will conduct you to Her office." Jake followed the rubber French maid, struggling to take his eyes off her gorgeous legs and wasp waist. They walked further and further back into the mansion, down a long hallway with windows on the right side, and doors into various rooms on the left. He looked briefly into a huge dining room, a library, a study next to the library. Funny, you'd think this woman's office would be in the study. But they continued toward the back of the house, where the maid led him through a pair of huge, glass-paned doors into a garden. It was something between a garden and a hot house, all enclosed with glass, roof and walls. But the wall on the right seemed mostly to be a big row of doors, and at the moment all of them were wide open. So it was almost like the wall wasn't there at all -- the just one side completely open to the outside air. Seated in a huge wicker chair next to a table, the mistress of the house was being served by another maid in a rubber-French uniform. The maid bent forward from the waist as she lowered a tray which held an iced drink in a tall glass. Jake caught a glimpse of exposed flesh at the top of the maid's long rubber stockings, and realized she wasn't wearing any panties underneath that short, rubber skirt. As he and the maid leading him came to a stop, Jake stood and carefully positioned his hat, trying to look as natural as possible. "Mz. Dominica," the maid said to her mistress, "this is private detective Jake Diamond." She turned to him, and continued, "Mr. Diamond, this is Mz. Dominica." She looked back to her mistress again, who nodded, and the maid left, shortly followed by the other one. "Mr. Diamond," Dominica acknowledged him. "Miss Dominica," Jake replied. "Good morning." Dominica regarded him a moment, a strange smile on her face, and took a sip of her drink. "That's 'Mizz,' not 'Miss.' You'll do well to remember. And it's getting close to noon." She set the drink down on the table, next to a typewriter. "What brings you to my home, detective?" Jake looked at the beautiful blonde, seated in her wicker chair as if it were a throne, and tried to take the measure of that wicked smile. He concluded this was a dame who liked to play games. Best chance of putting her off balance was to lay it all out, up front. "I've been engaged by a Mrs. Carlson to look for her husband, Dan. He's been missing for several weeks." Dominica watched him talk, with a growing twinkle in her eyes. "I've been checking around town, asking questions. It seems the last time anybody saw Dan, he was on his way up here." Definitely games. Cat and mouse. And he was the mouse. "So I thought I'd come here and ask. Have you seen him?" "Mizz" Dominica shifted a bit, leaned on one elbow, and raised her hand, so she could rest her cheek against it. Her two little fingers curled downward, in front of her chin. She continued to gaze at Jake. While he waited for her answer, trying to look patient and at ease, a flash of light caught his attention. Her other hand was playing with a crystal pendant, that dangled just in front of her breasts. She was an amply endowed woman, provocatively dressed with a low-cut neckline that showed off the tops of her breasts -- another part of her games, no doubt. There was a tattoo on her left breast. Jake wasn't sure what it was. His attention kept going back and forth between the tattoo and the glints of light from the crystal. A mermaid? A flash of yellow. A fairy with wings? A flash of green, then of purple. What was it? A flash of blue. Jake realized Mz. Dominica had been talking to him. "Mr. Diamond." "Yes, Mz. Dominica?" he replied. She smiled that cat smile again. "I said the person you're looking for, Dan Carlson, did come here several weeks ago. But I haven't seen the man since that day." She put a strange emphasis on the word "man." Jake wondered what that might mean. "You're sure?" he pressed. "It's a big house. Perhaps he got lost and couldn't find his way out." Jake smiled. He could play games, too. "Hmmm," Dominica sighed. She made a gesture, and one of the rubber-dressed maids came over. "Mr. Diamond, it is now a little past noon, and I have guests coming for lunch. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave." The maid gestured toward the door, clearly offering to guide the detective out. "Of course," Jake replied. The old heave-ho, however politely done. "Um, I was wondering -- perhaps Dan might have said something when he left? About where he was going next?" "Good afternoon, detective," Mz. Dominica said. Another ray of sunlight glinted off her crystal pendant. Jake decided this might be the time for a strategic retreat. "Good afternoon, Mz. Dominica." Jake gave a slight incline of his head, and let the maid lead him out of the garden, back through the house, to the main entrance. Well, at least they hadn't made him leave by the servants' door. Jake waved goodbye to the rubber-French maid, who simply closed the door silently, and began to walk down the driveway toward his car, wondering what to do next. "Pssst! Mr. Diamond!" a voice came from the direction of the house. Jake turned, and could see a young woman leaning out of one of the windows on the second floor, frantically waving at him. He walked back, toward the window, and looked up. "You calling me?" he asked. "Meet me at the door on the side of the house," she said, pointing toward the south side of the mansion. Then she disappeared back inside the window. Jake began walking toward the corner of the house. Maybe there was more to be found out about Dan Carlson's disappearance, after all! Chapter 3 -- Home Movies Jake walked around the corner to the south side of the mansion. Door? What door? The entire side of the house was covered with ivy! He stood with one hand on his hip, the other scratching his neck under his hat, wondering what to do. A few feet away, the ivy began to rustle. Then it moved out and to one side, as a door, hidden in the ivy, opened. Shadowed, just inside the doorway, was a human figure -- probably the woman who had called him from the window. "Mr. Diamond, this way!" The shadowy figure beckoned. Jake strode quickly toward the door, just as the shadow ducked inside. He entered to find a huge, dimly lit storage closet. It was filled with brooms, mops, tools -- arranged haphazardly against the wall and on shelves. To his right was a huge tank that emitted the telltale smell and sound of burning gas - - clearly a water heater. The shadowy figure retreated past the shelves toward another door, and waited there. Jake caught up with her -- it was a woman, he could tell by the scent of her perfume -- and started to ask, "What...?" "Shhh!" she replied, gesturing at him. She listened at the door for a moment, then hearing nothing, she opened it. "This way," she repeated. Jake followed her through the door, into the hallway, and through another door. The study, he realized, looking around, recognizing the room, though it was dimly lit. The woman stopped, turned, walked back to the door, and shut it. Then she seemed to relax. Relaxed or tense, she was something to look at. Her long, wavy hair cascaded from the top of her head down to the small of her back, like a blonde waterfall. She was dressed entirely in satin, in a creme-colored dress that seemed strangely out of date, like high fashion from a day gone by, with a satin scarf around her neck. The dress hugged all the curves on her nicely rounded body, clearly showing her tiny waist and her nipples -- which must have been like hard, little diamonds under the clingy material. Between her peaches-and-cream complexion, and her creme-colored dress, Jake felt like he was looking at a big dish of vanilla ice cream, with caramel topping -- soft, sweet, and delicious. Except that ice cream never gave him such a hard-on as this dame! "So, what's this all about, Miss...?" Jake asked, as he casually took off his hat and held it in front of him. Always careful about those first impressions. The vanilla sundae babe answered, "You can call me Satina." Her voice had some kind of accent. English? "You are looking for Dan Carlson?" The inflection of her voice made it a question. "Yeah," Jake replied. "What do you know about him?" "There's something I think you should see," she said. She looked around, as if checking whether somebody could hear her. Then she turned, and opened a drawer in the big, oak desk. She reached in, pulled out something, and turned back. It was a reel of film. "Wait a moment, while I set this up." She walked over to the middle of the room, where there was a movie projector. Well, "walked" is one way to describe it. "Slinked" was probably a better word. Jake kept his hat where it was, covering his cock, which had become rock hard and had started to throb. While Satina set up the projector, Jake looked around, checking out the room. On one wall was a huge mirror. He looked into it, the better to check out the room without being noticed. Satina was closer to the one lit lamp in the room, so she was easy to see. Closer to the mirror, there was little light, and Jake's own reflection was murky and harder to make out. He could see a skinny shape -- well-fed detectives existed only in fiction -- but no clear features. Something was odd, though. Jake could swear he saw a pair of green eyes staring out at him from inside the mirror. "Hey," Jake said. "Is this some kind of trick mirror?" Satina stopped threading the film for a moment, looked up, and asked, "What do you mean?" Jake said, "I just have the feeling like somebody's spying on us, through the mirror." She smiled, in a way that reminded him of Mz. Dominica's cat-like grin earlier. "Our Mistress' eyes are in all mirrors," she replied, cryptically. She made a few finishing adjustments on the projector. "There! All ready. Have a seat." She indicated the couch, across from a small projection screen. Jake walked back over and sat down. Satina started the film running, then slinked over and sat to his left, her warm, soft thigh pressed against his leg. As Jake watched the movie, her hand began to trace up and down, raking her long nails along his thigh. He set the hat down on the couch. This was way past first impressions. The movie had clearly been photographed by an amateur. A hand-held camera, not even on a tripod. Sometimes, the image jerked up and down, or suddenly swept from one side of the room to the other, blurring everything on the screen. But Jake could tell the film had been shot in the garden of the mansion. He recognized the glass panes of the walls and roof. What he didn't recognize was the large, metallic wall, with a door in the middle. That hadn't been in the garden when he was there a short time ago. Mz. Dominica was in the movie, in a long, black dress and arm-length gloves. She was smoking a cigarette in a long, slim holder, and talking with the people around her. There was a flash of light -- a fleeting impression of something -- then it was gone. Jake wasn't sure what. Satina's left hand trailed closer and closer to his rigid cock, while her right hand caressed the back of his neck. The camera whip-panned to the right, and Jake could see a young, slim man clearly framed in the center, completely naked. Jake recognized his face from the pictures Mrs. Carlson had given him. "Dan!" he said, "That's Dan!" There was another flash of light, and Satina's fingernails began to stroke up and down Jake's cock. He was torn whether to look more closely at the movie or to respond to the obvious come-on from the vanilla sundae dish. The camera swept back to the shiny metallic door, and stayed focused on it while the door opened, Dan walked inside, and the door closed. Another flash of light. The word "Crave" came to mind. What... What was...? Satina circled her index finger around and around the tip of Jake's cock. The movie whipped back to look at Mz. Dominica. Another flash of light. "Worship" entered Jake's mind. Where did that come from? Satina squeezed his cock, gently. In the film, Mz. Dominica was smiling, and hugging one of her guests, who suddenly looked in another direction and pointed. The image whipped to the right again, and focused on a beautiful, naked woman. Another flash of light. "Obey." Mz. Dominica had walked over, and started running her hands over the woman's breasts, which were huge. A sharp dig of Satina's fingernails along the entire underside of Jake's cock. A flash of light again. "Sinker." Jake watched as Mz. Dominica's hands trailed down from the woman's breasts down her belly. Another flash of light. "Sinker." Satina continued to play with Jake's cock and circle the back of his neck. The camera moved to the right, as Dominica moved to the left, trying to expose the woman's pussy just as Mz. Dominica began to run her gloved fingers up and down the cleft. Another flash. "Sleep." Another flash. "Sleep." Another flash. "Sleep." Chapter 4 -- Secret Garden Jake Diamond woke up alone on the couch. Clearly, the movie had ended. The projector was off, and the room was dark. The only light came from the doorway, where Jake could hear moans from the next room. Without moving from the couch, Jake realized he could see into the next room by the mirror. It was the library, and Satina was lying spread-eagled on the table, completely naked. Mz. Dominica, also naked, was trailing Satina's satin scarf up and down, along Satina's arms, her breasts, her belly. Down to her right foot, under the arch, then slowly up the inner calf, to the knee, then around the knee, up the inner thigh, slowing as she got closer and closer to Satina's blonde pussy. Then Dominica stopped, began to trail the scarf under Satina's left foot, and slowly up the left leg. Satina moaned again, and trembled. Jake's cock felt like it had to release or explode! And yet... And yet... He had seen Dan in that movie. Somewhere in the garden. What WAS that big, metallic door? Was it related to Dan's disappearance? "Damn," Jake thought. "Sometimes, being a professional is overrated." He rocked himself back and forth a couple of times, and forced himself off the couch. While Mz. Dominica was, er, "occupied" was his best chance at checking out his suspicions in the garden. He grabbed his hat, shoved it onto the top of his head, and quietly walked to the door of the study. Slowly, silently, he pushed the door handle down, hoping it hadn't been locked. Good luck, for once. The handle went down all the way, and with a gentle tug, Jake noiselessly opened the door. He stepped out into the hallway. From the windows, Jake could tell it was nighttime. How long had he been out, on the couch? He looked up and down the hallway, hoping there wouldn't be any more rubber maids to notice him. Nobody. Jake walked toward the garden, stopping at the pair of huge doors. Again, he grabbed a door handle and pushed gently down, hoping for the best. It caught a moment, clicked. Jake thought it might be locked. Then the handle went the rest of the way down, and Jake was able to open the door. He walked into the garden, and looked around. Where had that big, metallic door been? Clearly, at the other end of the garden, farthest from the door. But there were only plants, there. Philodendrons. Jake smiled as he remembered the name of the plants. Another case. Another time. He quietly stepped past the planters full of flowers and ferns, till he came to the end of the room. The philodendrons, with their big, crenellated leaves, were in wooden planters. Jake grabbed the top edge of one planter, and pulled. It rolled toward him, easily. He pulled further, and the planter swung out and to one side, revealing a huge, shiny metallic cylinder behind it. Jake let go of the planter, and walked around the end of it, toward the cylinder. It was about ten feet high, with a door on the side facing him. Clearly the same door as he'd seen in the film. He walked toward it for a closer look. "Mr. Diamond," he heard from behind him. Jake turned, to see Mz. Dominica in a black, silk bathrobe, her arms crossed under those gorgeous breasts. He thought she'd be angry. Instead, she still sported that amused cat smile. "I thought I'd asked you to leave, at lunch time." Jake figured it would be better not to implicate Satina in his remaining on the estate. Partly as misdirection, mostly for information, he jerked a thumb at the cylinder behind him and asked, "What IS that?" Dominica's smile grew broader, and she replied, "What do you THINK it is?" "Well," Jake said, "I hope you won't try to convince me it's the water heater. For one thing, there aren't any pipes leading to it. For another, I've seen the water heater for your estate." "Hmmm," Dominica purred. "But as you said earlier, it's a big house. Maybe I need a lot of hot water..." She looked through one of the doors in the garden. "And maybe the pipes are underground." She looked back at him. "So what's the door for, then?" Jake asked. "Mr. Diamond, I'm going to have to ask you to leave now." Dominica gestured, and a powerfully-built man came forward from the shadows. Again, Jake decided a strategic retreat was his best choice. "I can see it's late. And this young man here needs his beauty sleep. I think I'll call it a night." Jake began to walk briskly down the hallway, hoping he could make it to the front door before the big goon decided to "help" him. He reached the door, just as a "French" maid opened it for him, and he trotted right through. He was scarcely outside when he heard -- and felt -- the door slam behind him. Okay, so Dan HAD been here. Now the question was, whether he had left, or was still here. And why? Jake walked down the driveway in the dark toward his car. When he opened the door, the car still felt hot, having sat out in the sun all day. So it wasn't too late in the evening. He got in, started to put his key in the ignition, glanced in the rearview mirror -- and saw Mz. Dominica standing behind the car. Was she there with her goon? Jake turned around in his seat, and looked out the back window. Nobody. Must have been a trick of the light. Or his nerves. He turned the key, pumped the gas, and hoped. Luckily, the car started. Jake turned on the headlights. Rather than drive closer to the house along the driveway, he backed up and around a little bit, shifted into forward again, and drove out the way he had come in. Jake drove down Elephant Hill, his car protesting a lot less than it had done on the trip upward. About a half mile down the road, at the base of the hill, he came to the intersection with the highway. Jake looked at the stop sign. He found himself thinking about Mz. Dominica and Satina, on the table in the library. Dominica drew the scarf up, up, up Satina's leg, along that beautiful smooth curve of her cream-colored thigh. Satina arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward to be touched. Jake's cock began to swell again, oozing little droplets of pre-cum. He looked again at the stop sign. His cock felt harder. He checked the highway to the left, then to the right. Nobody. Not at this hour of night. He looked briefly in the rear view mirror. Was there a pair of green eyes looking out at him? He gazed harder, trying to see, trying to make sure. He thought about Dominica's tongue, tracing around Satina's pussy lips. Up the left side, stopping just at her fuzzy mound. Then up the right side, along the labia, up to her mound again, then a little circle around the clit. He remembered Satina's fingernails, gently scraping up the underside of his cock. Base to tip. Base to tip. Then around and around the tip. A little dig of the fingernails in the tip of his cock, through his pants. He could feel the lubrication dripping out of the tip of his cock. Hard, so hard. The rear view... were Dominica's eyes still there? Satina... no, Dominica, rubbing up and down on his cock. Her breasts pressed against his face. Soft, soft, warm. A nipple peeked out from the top of her blouse. Jake sucked, as Dominica continued to rub her pussy up and down his cock, never quite letting him inside. Closer and closer. Satina on the table. Dominica straddling him. Up and down, up and down. Tighter... tighter... then more gently again. Another gentle scrape of Satina's fingernails along the underside of his cock. Jake began to cum -- just a tiny, little spasm. Just a little spurt. A single drop. He needed more. Satina was on her knees, now, in front of him, her mouth open. She raised her head, scraping her lower teeth along his cock, still through the material of his pants. Then she lowered her head, scraping her upper teeth along his cock. Up again. Another spurt. Just a tiny droplet. Dominica's eyes stared at him from the rear view mirror, watching him, monitoring him. Her hand traced the side of his cheek, then trailed an index finger down to his balls and squeezed, gently. Another tiny spurt. Her fingers moved lower, and began to play with his ass. Another droplet. Jake was trembling, and flushed. And couldn't stop gazing into the mirror, into Dominica's eyes. The sudden flash of red lights, and a siren, shook Jake out of his waking wet dream, as a police car pulled up beside him. Two officers were inside. The cop on the passenger side leaned out the window, and said, "Are you okay, buddy? You've been here at the intersection for ten minutes." Jake realized his lights were still on, but his car had stalled. Ten minutes? "Uh, hi, officer. I'm, uh, just waiting for my engine to cool down. Old junker. Things were getting overheated." Those last parts, at least, were true. But it wasn't the car that was overheated. "See if it'll start now," the cop replied, glancing down at the car, then back at Jake. Jake turned to the dashboard. He twisted the key in the ignition, and pumped the gas pedal. A clunk. He tried again, and the engine started. He turned to the cop and smiled, "Ah, there it is. All it needed was to cool down." "Maybe you should show me your driver's license," the cop said. Uh oh. Jake could smell trouble brewing. But then the cop's partner, the one driving, peered past him, and said, "Wait a minute. I recognize him." He rolled his eyes and tilted his head in the direction of the mansion. "Oh..." the passenger cop said. What was that about, Jake wondered? The cop turned back to Jake and said, "Well, maybe you'd better be on your way, then." Any port in a storm, Jake thought. "Yes, sir, officer. Thank you!" He checked the highway to the left and right again, then pulled out and made a right turn onto the highway. Two seconds later, he realized he'd forgotten to signal. He kept glancing in the rearview mirror, to see if they'd decided to follow him. Apparently not. Jake continued down the highway, trying to figure out his next move. Chapter 5 -- Hot Water A battered-looking old desk. Two chairs -- one for himself, one for a client. A couple of old file cabinets the Salvation Army had thrown out, because they were in too bad shape to sell. Jake's office wasn't much to look at. That was part of the reason he kept it so dark. The main reason, though, was that he hadn't paid the electric bill. It was mid-morning, and just enough sunlight came in through the window that the lack of indoor lighting wasn't too obvious. You couldn't run a detective agency, though, without a working phone. Jake had to call his client. He didn't have much to say. But it was good practice to check in. People that never heard from you rarely paid their bills. Funny thing, that. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the slip of paper with Mrs. Carlson's phone number on it. The back of a gum wrapper -- waste not, want not, Jake's mom had always said. He turned it over and looked at the bright yellow printing. Juicy Fruit. That reminded him of something... but he couldn't quite recall what. He turned the wrapper over and over again, going over in his mind what he DID know. It wasn't much. Clearly Dan Carlson had been up to the mansion, at one time. The film proved that. So he had either left, or he was still there. These things always sounded better in the Sherlock Holmes stories. Jake reached over to the phone, lifted the receiver, and began dialing. "Hello?" a woman's voice answered. "Mrs. Carlson, this is Jake Diamond," he began. "Oh, Mr. Diamond!" The woman sounded distraught. "What have you found out? Have you found my husband?" "Not yet, Mrs. Carlson. But I found evidence he'd been up to the mansion." What kind of evidence, he really didn't want to say just yet. "But what...?" she replied. "Is he still there? You make it sound like he left!" "I'm not sure, Mrs. Carlson. I need to check something out." "Well, I heard there's going to be some kind of big party up there tomorrow night. My hairdresser told me -- her boyfriend works for the caterer." "A party, you say?" An idea was beginning to form in Jake's head. "Yes. I don't know whether to be worried about Dan being missing, or jealous that he's at some big party and I'm not!" Jake spoke some soothing words, so he could get Mrs. Carlson off the phone. He needed to think. Definitely a town full of busybodies. Everybody knew everybody else's business, and was happy to tell you about it -- even if half of what they had to say wasn't true. It should have been a great place to be a detective. Just keep your ears open. Trouble was, there was rarely anything to find out that everybody didn't already know! So, back to Dan. If he was still up at the mansion, why? Was he a prisoner? Was it by choice? If he had left, it was by some way so secretive, the town busy-bodies didn't know about it. They would have said something. Either way, the best place to pick up the trail was back in the mansion. Jake was starting to push himself back from the desk, when the phone rang. Hmm. Maybe business was picking up! He lifted the receiver and answered, "Jake Diamond, Detective Agency." "Mr. Diamond?" The voice was female, and sounded breathy. He couldn't tell if she was whispering, or just trying to sound sexy. "This is Satina." Hmm. Could be both. "What was all that about last night?" Jake asked. "I don't know what you're talking about," Satina replied. "The film. It was like you were trying to brainwash me." "I didn't make the film, I was just showing it to you," she said. "You just fell asleep on me, so I found something else to do." Yeah, sure, Jake thought. "Mr. Diamond, I know you're still looking for Dan. I think he's still here -- and I want to show you the proof." "What do you have in mind?" Jake was interested, but cautious. "Come up to the house at three o'clock this afternoon. I'll meet you." Well, he'd been looking for a way back into the mansion. "The side door again?" "No, Mr. Diamond. Come to the front door." "Three o'clock, then." Before Jake could say anything more, Satina hung up. The '32 Studebaker seemed to have a little more power that afternoon. Probably sitting in the sun all morning had warmed up something. It was still running, instead of conking out, when he turned into the semi-circular driveway. However, Jake continued to feel cautious, and parked as far away from the house as he had yesterday. He walked to the front door, and pulled the long rope. The door opened and the rubber "French" maid appeared again, just like yesterday. Jake forced his thoughts away from the remembered absence of underwear beneath the short, shiny skirt. He started to say, "I'm here to see--" when Satina showed up behind the maid. "I'll take it from here, Jessica," she said. "That will be all." The maid looked at Satina, confused for a moment. Then she curtseyed, lifted her feather duster, and disappeared down the hall. "This way, Mr. Diamond," Satina said. "Quickly, before someone notices." Jake entered. Satina quietly closed the door behind him, then led him down a hallway. A different one, this time, from the one that led to the garden. She was dressed in powder blue satin, today. Jake's eyes were drawn to the shimmering light on her beautiful behind as she walked in front of him, just a little too briskly for real appreciation of her curves. Past several doors, a few twists and turns, then up a flight of stairs to another hallway. At the landing, Satina stopped a moment, checking whether they might be seen. She pushed him back, against the wall near the doorway, while another maid passed by, waited a moment, then beckoned him to follow. She led him to a door, listened a moment, then opened it inward, motioning him to go inside, quickly. It was a bedroom. Bed, dresser, chair. A full-length mirror. A closet with a sliding door. The curtains over the window were closed. All nice and neat. On the adjacent wall was another door, probably to an adjoining bedroom, slightly ajar. "What?..." Jake started to ask. But Satina shushed him. "I'll stand guard at the door, while you look around." What was this, an Easter egg hunt? Okay, Jake thought, I'll play along. He walked over to the closed, quietly slid open the door and looked inside. There were a number of those rubber maid uniforms, several dresses in different colors. There was also a man's shirt, a blue suit, and a belt. Shoes on the floor of the closet included several pairs of women's shoes -- all black, but in different styles, some with very high heels -- and one pair of men's shoes. Okay, kind of interesting, Jake thought. He walked over to the dresser and pulled open the top drawer. At this point, he was expecting it to be full of silk stockings, or frilly lace panties -- though the maids didn't seem to go in for undies. Instead, he found a man's wallet, made of brown cowhide. Jake lifted it out of the drawer, opened it, and found a driver's license. It was Dan! Jake heard a noise from the partly open doorway. He looked around for Satina -- not there, he wasn't surprised to discover. But he could see through the doorway by the full-length mirror. It was the maid Jessica. She didn't seem to notice him. As Jake watched, she slowly began to remove the maid's uniform. First, she took off the little hat with the white frill, set it aside, and shook her long, brown hair loose. Then she pulled on some laces and slipped out of the shiny rubber blouse. No bra underneath. As she bent over to undo the tiny rubber skirt, Jake admired the huge, soft breasts that hung free, swaying as she moved. Jessica carefully rolled the long, rubber stockings down her legs, leaving her completely naked, her pussy hair closely trimmed. Jake fought to keep his breathing quiet, while he could feel his cock tenting his pants again. Then Jessica vanished from view a moment. She returned, wrapped in a pink bathrobe, walked past the door, and vanished again. Jake could hear the hall door open and close. Jake waited a few moments, to see if Jessica had really left, and to make sure she wasn't coming back. Then he quietly stepped toward the door adjoining the two rooms, pushed it open, and walked through. A suspicion was forming in his mind -- however outlandish it might seem. Jessica's room was much like the other one, and Jake walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. Inside was a man's wallet -- black, this one. He lifted it out, opened it, and looked at the driver's license. It was Jessica. But the picture was of a man, with short brown hair, and the name said "Joseph Fowler." Through the window, Jake heard a giggle and a splash. Then several loud moans. He quietly stepped over to the window, pulled the curtain aside about an inch, and looked through. Down at ground level were about a dozen naked women in and around a swimming pool. It was kind of a small pool -- too small to swim in -- and he could tell from the heat waves rising above it that the water was hot. Must be one of those strange European hot spas he'd heard about. As Jake watched, Jessica appeared from the house and walked over to a chair. She took off the robe, draped it over the chair, and joined the rest of the naked women. It immediately became clear they weren't interested in swimming. They were caressing each other, playing with each other's breasts. Three of the women ganged up on Jessica at the edge of the pool -- one sucking on each breast, and one with her head between Jessica's legs, while their hands rubbed at their own pussies. A fourth one joined them, and lowered her crotch over Jessica's face. Jake could tell she didn't need to use her hands to pleasure herself. Jake looked past the squirming bodies and noticed that he could see the garden, from outside its glass enclosure. What was it Mz. Dominica had said, about needing a lot of hot water? She had looked out from the garden, right toward where this pool would be. Jake had to check out that tank again. The trick was, where was MzD right now? He looked back at the naked women, and easily found Mz. Dominica by the tattoo on her left breast. She was wearing some kind of harness around her hips and fucking one of the girls from behind. He crept over to the door of Jessica's room, listened a moment, and quietly opened the door. Nobody in the hall. He retraced his path back to the stairs, down, and into the first-floor hallway. Another careful look around. Nobody. Geez, were all the servants at the pool, humping away? Jake's cock began to swell again, even though he tried to concentrate on sneaking quietly through the mansion. He quickly passed the dining room, the library, the study, hoping nobody would see him through the doorways. The doors to the garden were open. He peered through, checking whether he could be seen from the pool. Nope. A few quick strides across the garden, and he was back at the philodendrons. Instead of pulling out the planter boxes this time, Jake just climbed up into the foliage, through, and down the other side. Putting him right in front of the tank. Jake could still hear laughter alternating with moans and grunts, as he walked the remaining few feet to the huge metal cylinder. Gingerly, he positioned one hand close to the tank, the back of his hand toward it. No sensation of heat. In fact, it felt slightly cool. He put both hands, palms forward, against the tank, and pressed on the door. Room temperature -- or cool, anyway, as metal tends to feel. It wasn't a water heater. Jake looked back out through the garden, and beyond the plants he could see the hot pool of water, with the naked women. Some of them were sitting on the edge of the pool, their legs dangling into the water. One by one, they slid off the edge, sinking slowly into the water. The hot, bubbling water. The afternoon sun shone down through the glass roof, warming him, glinting between the leaves like the flashes of light from Dominica's crystal. Jake could imagine the wet warmth of the water, all around him, as he looked past the plants. The foliage seemed to bend and sway, like it was under water, like he was under water. Sinking, sinking, sinking. Warm and deep. Warm and soft, like Dominica's breasts. Deeper and deeper, sinking, down, down, down. Jake woke up in a dark room. All alone. On a flat metal table. Chapter 6 -- A Coming Out Party "Well, Mr. Diamond, you seem to keep coming back." It was Mz. Dominica's voice, from somewhere in the darkness. Jake couldn't even tell from where. "You were lucky my chief gardener found you, passed out behind the planter boxes." Jake tried to sit up before answering. But he couldn't move. He could tell the table under him was cool metal -- but otherwise, his body was numb, vaguely tingling, and paralyzed. Okay, repartee while lying on his back. Not working from a position of strength, here. But it was all he had. "You drugged me, somehow," he accused. "No, Mr. Diamond." Her voice came from a different direction this time. Above his head? "I didn't drug you. I don't need to." Maybe a change of subject would put her off balance. Certainly, he needed some way to even things up a little. "I was surprised, to see the mistress of the house by the pool, fraternizing with the hired help." Her tinkling laughter came from just behind his left ear. "They're not servants, Mr. Diamond." Then from behind his right ear. "They're slaves." Then from directly in front of him. "My hypnotic slaves. Like you." Her voice seemed to echo in his ears. "Me?" Jake wasn't sure this was a question. "You 'came' for me in your car last night, didn't you?" Dominica replied. He could feel her breath on his face. "Didn't you? Over and over again. Unable to stop cumming. Thinking of me. Of Satina. Of both of us, playing with you. Playing with each other." Remembering, Jake's cock began to get hard again. He could tell, even though the rest of him still felt numb. "You couldn't stop cumming." Jake could feel Dominica's long fingernails trail up the underside of his cock. He hadn't realized he was naked. Her finger stopped just at the tip, in that little inverted "V" under the head, with just the tiniest pressure at the base of that "V." Her fingernail pressed ever so slightly harder, as his cock became more rigid. "You couldn't stop cumming for Dominica." Jake could feel the need to cum again rising in his balls, in his cock. Aching pressure, needing to spurt. Games again. Cat and mouse. He was the mouse. And she had him by the... well not the tail, exactly... "But now I take that away," Dominica said, sternly. Her voice came from all around the room, now. "You will not cum again, until I give you permission. You will not cum. You can not cum." The ache was so strong, Jake wanted to clench his buttocks to relieve it -- but he still could not move. "You need to cum. You ache to cum. But you can't. Not until I give you permission. No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try." Jake's ability to think was fading. The ache in his cock, in his balls, seemed to become his entire world. He wanted, needed relief. He wanted to move. "What I want you to do now is go blank." Dominica's voice came from behind his head again. Just a whisper. "Blank." From behind his left ear. "Blank." Behind his right ear. "Blank." From just in front of him. "Blank." From beneath him. "Blank." From between his feet. "Blank." From inside his head. "Blank." Every time, a different direction. "Blank." In the darkness. "Blank." Paralyzed. "Blank." Aching to cum. "Blank." Needing to cum. "Blank." Unable to think. "Blank. Blank. Blank." "Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank..." The light from the early morning sun crept slowly in through the window of Jake's office. Moment by moment, awareness returned to him. Little by little, he realized he was sitting in his chair, hands on the arm rests, feet flat on the floor, staring at... nothing. So nice. So comfortable, staring at nothing. Not thinking. Empty. Quiet. A ray of sunlight caught the black, shiny surface of the phone on Jake's desk. Light. Pretty. Slowly, slowly, Jake realized he was looking at a phone. His brows knitted, just briefly, as a distant memory intruded, of what a phone was. What it was for. And the desk. Phone. Call. Client. Detective. Yes, he was... detective. Looking... Suddenly, it all rushed in. Dan. He was looking for Dan Carlson, and Mrs. Carlson was his client, and he was supposed to call... Jake looked out the window, trying to guess what time it was. Someday, when he was flush, he'd buy a watch. Eating always seemed more important, somehow. Time. Still early, he realized. Too early to call Mrs. Carlson. But, unlike yesterday, he knew a lot more. And guessed even more, still! What he hardly dared question was -- how had he gotten back to his office last night? Okay. So, there was to be a party tonight at the mansion? Dollars to doughnuts - - hmm, a doughnut would go down really nice, right now -- Dan would be at that party. Clearly, Dan hadn't left the mansion, if he was still alive. A party gave him an "in." He could call in some markers with the caterer, go in as one of their delivery guys, and... And what, get caught again? No, he needed a better way. Some way he could see the details, without being caught in one of Mz. Dominica's snares again. Jake got up and turned to one of the battered file cabinets. He started to pull on the handle of the top drawer. Whatever locks it once had had were less secure than the sheer rustiness of the drawers themselves. He yanked, and pulled. Hit it a few times with the palm of one hand. Finally, the drawer squeaked open a few inches, and Jake was able to wiggle a hand inside. He pulled out a pair of old binoculars, for which the Salvation Army had actually charged him a buck. Jake shoved the binoculars into his right coat pocket, then left the office. He wasn't even sure he'd be able to find his car outside -- but it wouldn't matter. Sneaking up to the mansion was something he would have to do by foot. And he needed to get started, if he was going to make it by nightfall. And that's how Detective Jake Diamond had found himself in a tree that night on the Mz. Dominica's estate, looking through his binoculars at the garden, while a dazed, young man entered the tank, and emerged transformed into a gorgeous woman. Jake had climbed down, his hard cock straining against his pants, only to find Mz. Dominica and her chief gardener waiting for him. She inhaled smoke from the cigarette at the end of her long, black holder, held it a moment, breathed into Jake's face, and commanded, "Sleep." And Jake went to sleep. Chapter 7 -- The Game Jake awoke, sitting in a chair. He recognized the room. It was the study in Mz. Dominica's mansion. How long he'd been there, he couldn't tell. He was seated facing a large, walnut desk. There was a pad and some paper, a small lamp, a desk blotter. And a typewriter. There always seemed to be a typewriter nearby, though there never seemed to be any paper in any of them. The chair behind the desk was empty. "I see you've returned to us," Mz. Dominica declared, from somewhere behind him. She walked around the desk and seated herself in the chair opposite him, her green eyes gazing into his. Again, Jake realized he was paralyzed. Dominica watched him, with her cat-smile spreading across her face, as Jake's expression revealed his utter helplessness. "In fact, you keep coming back again, and again, and again," she said. "I think it's time to end this little dance." Jake tried to answer, and was surprised that he could speak. "What are you going to do, transform me into one of your mindless bimbos? Is that what you did to Dan Carlson?" "Hmmmm... Dan," Dominica purred. "This little game you're playing--" Jake began. "You're right, Mr. Diamond. I do like to play games." She reached down to one side, pulled open a drawer, and brought up a deck of cards. "And so do you." "Me?" Again, it seemed not quite like a question. "Yes," Dominica replied. She shuffled the cards briefly, then began to deal out little piles. Solitaire? She was playing solitaire while taunting him? "You see, I like controlling people's minds. And some people like being controlled." One pile held a king of hearts. She pulled three cards, set down a queen of clubs. She looked up briefly at him, and smiled again. "Not me," Jake replied. "Hmmm... maybe. Maybe not." Dominica continued to draw cards off the deck, dropping them into place or into the discard pile. Suddenly, she stopped, with one card in her hand, looked at Jake, and grinned broadly. She turned the card over, and set it down on the black queen. It was a jack of diamonds. Jake's head began to spin. "That means something to you, doesn't it, my pet?" Dominica cooed. "What a name, Jake Diamond. Jake... Jack... Jack of Diamonds." Jake felt like a door had opened in the back of his mind. "Jack of Diamonds..." "Yes. There is no Jake Diamond, is there?" Dominica stood up. "No," Jake replied. "You're not a detective, are you?" She walked around the desk. "No..." Jake was beginning to remember. Dominica whispered into his ear. "And Dan. There is no Dan. There's just you... Daniella." Jake remembered. And was no longer Jake. She was Daniella. She had been Daniella the whole time. It wasn't 1938. It was the 21st century. It wasn't a typewriter on the desk, it was a laptop computer. She wasn't a man, she was a woman. She was Dominica's slave. Dominica whispered into her other ear. "Remember, Daniella." She could feel her breasts, so large under the baggy, brown suit. Her pussy, which she had felt so sure was a cock -- still so swollen, drippy, and aching to cum. "It was all a game," Dominica whispered. "All a fiction. There is no Mrs. Carlson. All the phone calls to your 'client' came here. The whole time, you were looking for yourself." Daniella was so disoriented, she couldn't speak. "And you loved it, didn't you?" Eyes half closed, Daniella nodded her head. "You may move, now, Daniella. You may move. And you may thank your Mistress." Dominica stood as Daniella pushed the chair back, and knelt on the floor at her Mistress' booted feet. Daniella kissed Dominica's boots and repeated over and over again, "Thank You, Mistress. Thank You!" Dominica watched, pleased, as Her slave expressed her gratitude and adoration. The girl had provided her Mistress with much entertainment, and had kept the game going for several days. "Hmmm, you have done very well." She raised one foot, and drew it gently across Daniella's breasts, making her nipples even harder. The kneeling slave shivered with need, and licked her Mistress' knee. It was time, Mz. Dominica decided. "Cum, slave!" she ordered, "You have My permission. Cum now!" Daniella contracted into a tiny ball at her Mistress' feet as the orgasm overwhelmed her, and her pussy gushed in response to Dominica's command. Over and over, the waves of pleasure rolled through Daniella, her mind again blank, but this time in a state of bliss only a deeply conditioned hypnotic slave can know. When the spasms subsided, Dominica leaned down, and ran a finger alongside Daniella's cheek, which was wet with tears of relief and pleasure. Daniella, well trained, kept her eyes lowered, focused on her Mistress' feet. "Good girl," she said. "Now, go get your maid's uniform on, and go wait on my guests. The party isn't over yet!" Chapter 8 -- Forgotten But Not Gone It was late morning. Dressed in her tight, black, rubber uniform, as a French maid, Daniella ran her ostrich feather duster over the shelves in the hallway. The front doorbell rang, and she went to answer. When she opened the door, a wave of recognition rolled through her. It was Jessica, dressed in a baggy, brown man's suit, and wearing a hat that had gone out of style over 50 years ago. Though Jessica was slim and beautiful as a woman, Daniella thought she simply looked skinny and under-fed, dressed as a man. "Good morning," Daniella said. "Can I help you?" Jessica looked at Daniella with a scarcely concealed leer, but no sense of recognition. "Yes," she said. Her voice was pitched unusually low. "My name is Jake Diamond. I'm a private detective. I was wondering if I could have a word with the master of the house?" Daniella's response came back so instantly, so automatically. "My Mistress, you mean. Please, wait here a moment, and I'll check. Do you have a card?" "Um, no, I don't," Jessica replied, after a moment's pause. "Just mention my name, Jake Diamond, and that I'm a private detective." Another, longer pause, while she apparently thought something through. "Tell your mistress I'm looking for a man named Joe." "I'll be back in a moment," Daniella said. She disappeared back into the house. How many times had they exchanged places, played out this game? Daniella did not know. She could not remember. She walked briskly down the hallway, in little mincing steps, eager to tell her Mistress that the fun was about to begin again! The End