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UNDERCOVER
Jessica’s a five year veteran of the force. Still young, attractive, she’s been assigned to a task force investigating the suspicious disappearances of young women from the downtown riverfront night spots. The task force has been assigned teams, usually a couple or so undercover male officers in the background with a female officer, sometimes two, dressed as ‘Marks’ frequenting certain bars and clubs. A couple months in without any further disappearances and the rumors are the force is about to be disbanded, much of the task force almost disinterested. Jessica’s begun to drift over to her own investigation, partly for her own reasons. Having mingled, hung out with various employees of the clubs, gaining their confidence, she’s got a gut feeling something’s about to break.
Tonight, once again, the members of her team have dropped slips to take the night off early, meaning she can’t officially work alone. Setting by the bar, ready to leave, the others long gone, approached by a couple of the waitresses’ she’s made friends with, she can’t believe what’s just happened, she’s just been offered a part in an abduction. Realizing they’re serious, deciding to go it without the team, scrambling, contacting by cell phone someone she knows she can con into helping, she gets her to agree to come to the club as soon as possible, willing to become involved, without really knowing the situation, the slightest idea of the severity what the consequences could be. Jessica let’s the club’s employees involved know she’s in, and wants to help to pick out a good victim.
Her contact arriving alone around midnight, acting like they just met, Jessica foots the tab for a couple drinks. Watching as she hits the dance floor, Jessica points her out to the employees. Young, hot, and alone, obviously she appears to be a good choice. Agreeing, it’s decided she’s the one. Waiting, partying with the new ‘friend’ till around two in the morning, one of the employee’s involved, their waitress, hangs with them as the club thins out. Jessica lets her know she has to leave for a few minutes, and it’s agreed she’ll meet them outside at their van at closing. They’ll handle getting the girl, right after the uniformed police details leave. Leaving the club, heading for the station house, Jessica knows the wheels are in motion, she’ll be back in time and if they have her ‘friend’ she can have the uniform off duty security detail fake leaving and help make the collar right there on the lot, and bust the case wide open, alone!
Chapter One
After a couple of months of frequenting the downtown bars, clubs, the types she didn’t even realize existed before joining the force the better part of five years ago, she’s in the process of crossing the line. Having left the club just to check in, jot down the days’ activities until the group disbanded tonight, she leaves the sergeant her report on his desk, and in an hour or so she’ll be getting all the credit for solving the task force’s case.
?See ye’ Tuesday night, Stef! After my three day weekend!? She nods toward the desk officer who barely waves back, on the phone as usual, probably killing time with one of her friends about which supervisor she’s going to blow next. ?Yea, you’re lucky, off the next three. Get outta here Jessica!? Okay, It’s two? Two twenty five, I’ll jot it down in the blotter.?
Hastily leaving out the rear entrance, making sure the door’s secured behind her; she walks briskly to the undercover car, getting her purse off the seat before heading toward her Corvette, parked around the building, on the street. Sliding in, quickly checking the rear view mirror, slipping her tongue across her full lips, she quickly glides the lipstick around, back and forth, puckering them, figuring she’ll easily make it back to the club in time.
A muggy haze’s in the air, the streets damp from an on again, off again shower. Pulling slowly past the club, noticing the pair of uniformed off duty officers standing next to the club’s entrance, she pulls to the curb just down the street, lowering her window. Lighting a cigarette, adjusting her rear view mirror, she waits, watching the parking lot as the club’s lingering patron’s leave. Halfway through the cigarette, she notices the officers getting in their parked cars in the near empty lot, securing their private detail for the evening. She smirks to herself? Twenty seven bucks an hour they get paid to watch the tits and ass frequenting the club.
Watching as they leave the lot, one behind the other, she starts to follow, to stop them, then stops herself, makes a u-turn in the middle of the street, drives past the front door, parking next, but not too close to the dark colored conversion van. Checking the mirror one last time, again unbuttoning the top couple buttons of her white, silk blouse, spreading her fingertips across the black fringe of her French cut bra, she’s satisfied, ready. Sliding her radio, gun and I.D. under the passenger seat, she flips the cigarette butt from the window, closing it. Squatting, stepping from the car, her short, black leather skirt rides up her thighs as she leans, slips her five inch stilettos on. Straightening, she feels her hardening nipples pushing against her stretching blouse, her stomach tingling with the air of anticipation. She’s decided to let the whole thing unravel, to find out where the abducted girls are taken, to follow in her car, contact the dispatchers once she’s found where they’re going.
Stepping over to the van, leaning against one of its back doors, lifting the back of her right heel up over the bumper, she feels the damp, warm metal across her back as she takes another cigarette from her purse, lighting it, takes a long, slow drag while slipping her lighter back in the purse. Glancing over toward the entrance, watching, waiting, even after the last of the patrons have made their way out, she thinks, plans as the noise of the last couple cars leaving the lot fade.
Finally the club’s doors swing harshly open, three women, with the one in between obviously on the brink of being incapacitated, step out into the parking lot. Glancing around, the redhead on the right shouts. Hey!... Jess, yo!!? She waves while gripping the arm of the woman in the middle.
Leaning off the van, Jessica slips her heel from the bumper, waves back. ?Yeh??bout time girl!? She yells back as the blonde on the other side gives a quick wave with her free hand while also helping hold the girl up.
?What’s up with her?? Jessica asks, as the three make their way to the side of the van.
?I guess this wanna’ be party girl you picked out can’t hold her drinks.? The redhead grinningly answers while turning toward the van’s side doors as Jessica grabs a forearm. Glancing toward her nearly incoherent, but still quite attractive face, her corn rowed, dark hair, Jessica nod’s, frowning. Unlocking the van’s door, the redhead kneels across the floor getting in, turns, her arms out stretched. ?Hand her to me.?
?Okay, Beth, here we go.? Jessica answers the redhead as she twists the limp girl, pushes her toward the open door, with Beth grabbing her, tugging her across the carpeted floor. Jumping in behind, Jessica hears the door slide shut as the other girl’s already heading around the van, sliding across the driver’s seat.
?Let’s get outta’ here, Deb.? Beth quips while glancing toward the front, sliding the girl across her back on the center of the floor. ?Stay the speed limit; we’ve got plenty of time, be careful.?
?Wait!... Wait a minute!? Jessica blurts, how ‘bout my car, I wanna’ take it too!?
?That’s okay, it’s safe? We’ll come back for it in the morning.? Beth grins while tugging at the nearly unconscious girl.
Glancing toward the girl lying across the floor, Jessica’s mind scrambles while her heart pounds. Focusing on the girl, she can tell she’s conscious, not drunk, but obviously drugged. Glancing toward Beth, concernedly back at the girl’s face, gripping her chin, looking into her dilated eyes, she asks. ?What? What’s she really on?
Already beginning to strip the girl’s clothes, she mutters. ?Ex.? A bunch of ?Ex? Jess.? Help me here, you strip the bottom, I’ll do her top.
Still frowning, slowly shaking her head back and forth, Jessica hesitates as she feels the van dipping, pulling onto the street from the lot. ?Come on, help me!? Beth whispers as she leans across the barely conscious girl.
Reflexively nodding her head, she begins to slowly slip the shoes, footie’s from the girl’s feet, unsnaps the fly from the blue jeans as Beth already has the blouse pulled up over the girl’s head, and is tugging at the sports bra. Slipping the tight jeans off her right, then left leg, Jessica notices she’s pantyless as she drops the jeans on the floor as the bra’s finally stretched above her head, off her outstretched arms. Smiling, Beth kneels across the girl’s palms while leaning above her tilted head.
?Spread those legs; let’s get a good look at her pussy too.? Beth nods toward Jessica while sliding her hands under the girl’s shoulders.
Also kneeling, sliding between the girl’s legs, Jessica glances toward the bare breasts thrusting upwards, spreading apart as Beth lifts both shoulders. Spreading the girl’s thighs with her knees, Jessica can’t help glancing her over, across the short, stubby pubic hair in its ?Landing strip? cut. Spread eagled on her back, naked, her nearly flawless skin’s accented by a perfect tan, no bikini lines, just even all over, even across her well proportioned and firm, symmetrical globes with perfectly centered smooth areolas, the nipples virtually flat nubs. The only visible mar on her, a recognizable, couple inch tattoo of a black panther etched across her left breast, just above the nipple.
?She’s a hot one, huh?? Beth smiles. ?Those titties are a lot bigger then they look clothed, aren’t they? Know what? I’m going to show you how to make ‘em look even bigger!? She continues. ? Nice wide split between those legs too! I love girls with those little fleshy folds for labia’s, don’t you?? Griping the girl’s shoulders again, Beth tugs, slides her upwards across her knees, nodding toward Jessica. ?Slide over here, grab that duct tape, wrap her arms, here at her elbows.
Seeing the tape on top of a pile in an open black plastic beverage crate, Jessica haltingly grabs it, shuffles beside Beth, the girl’s legs still spread, now held, setting upright, her head hanging down across her swaying breasts. Pushing forward, pinning her arms behind her back, gripping her elbows, Beth nods toward Jessica. ?Tape ‘em? Right here across her elbows? Wrap ‘em tight.?
Slowly stretching out some tape from the silver roll, hearing, feeling the jerking from the adhesive as she releases a few inches at a time, Jessica finally gets a foot or so, tears it off the roll. Hesitantly slipping the strip up under the girl’s arms as Beth forces the elbows to touch while jerking upwards, forcing the girl’s face downward, practically between her spread knees, Jessica wraps it once, a second time, across the elbows forcing the arms to straighten out.
?Come on girl, get going!? Beth scolds. ?Another strip, just like that one!?
Staring at the bent over, contorted girl, Jessica rips, tugs, and ripping some more, tears off a little longer strip then the first. Reaching under the girl’s arms again, she wraps the tape, more carefully this time, smoothly across the first strip, around the bound elbows, feeling them touching, pressing tightly together. Beth, lifting by the wrists, forces the girl’s face across the carpet, bent over, her breasts swaying against her stomach, arms straight up toward the van’s ceiling.
?Give her wrists a couple quick wraps, right here.? Beth glances toward Jessica, twisting the girl’s wrists a little toward her side. ?Come on!?
Ripping another similar strip, Jessica easily wraps it two or so times across the wrists, the girl’s palms outward as Beth jerk’s her upright. ?Take a good look at those titties now, I told you!... I love it!? Beth scoffs as she glances over the girl’s arched shoulder as she forces her hands down against the floor. ?Look how big and hard they look now, when they’re forced way out like that, naked!?
Dropping the tape in the crate, Jessica glances across the girl’s naked breasts, separating, thrust straight out from her bent forward torso. Frustrated, concerned, she still can’t help agreeing to herself that Beth’s right, both breasts seem like small, ripe melons, the areolas, nipples still flat and smooth, but widely stretching, barely jiggling off the firm mounds, and she’s the one who helped strip her naked and tapped her.
Arching, leaning her slightly back against her own breasts, Beth giggles. ?Grab one, feel how hard it is!? Reaching around, gripping the girl’s left breast in the palm of her left hand, she adds. ?Go ahead, you’ll be amazed!?
?That’s okay, Jessica faintly smiles, nodding her head slightly back and forth, actually feeling the warmth cross her face.
?Jessica, go ahead, squeeze it!... Feel it!... What’s the matter with you girl?... Grab it! Play with it!?
Taking a breath, leaning over, reaching up with her right hand, Jessica mutters. ?Okay, okay!? Sliding her fingers underneath the symmetrical mound, gripping the smooth, yet incredibly firm tit flesh, she gently squeezes, melding the breast. Watching Beth squeezing the other breast, she winches as she watches Beth’s fingernails pinching into the bud of the puckering nipple and yank, letting the naked breast stretch out and bounce back as she releases it. With another giggle Beth pinches, twists again, the tips of her fingernails embedding into the sides of the swelling areola.
?Oomph!? Jessica hears the first sounds from the girl, a low grunt as her head also slightly twists back and forth, her eyes hazy, staring at her.
Quickly grabbing in the crate, Jessica finds the duct tape, stretches, tears a short strip off, and plasters it firmly across the girl’s eyes. Beth just watches, smiling, holding the tip of the nipple firm as another, longer strips ripped off the roll and wrapped completely around the girl’s head, covering the first strip. Ripping one more, Jessica slows, then again carefully wraps a third strip completely around, across the other two.
?That’s a nice touch!? Beth grins. ?Afraid she’ll wanta’ watch?? She continues as she reaches around, grips both breasts, twisting, squeezing back and forth as the girl’s moan becomes a grunt. ?Oomph!?. Ohhh!?
?Aggghh!.....Mummmph!... Jeeesssss!? Quickly grabbing the sports bra, Jessica wads, crams it between the girl’s lips, stuffing it in her throat. ?Don’t need to listen to that crap!? Jessica frowns, giving another push of the material.
?Okay!? Beth nods, still gripping, pinching the girl’s breasts. ?But, you’re going to be hearing a whole lot more from her when we get her there in a few minutes!? Reaching in her pocket, snapping a capsule between her thumb and forefinger, she whiffs it under the girl’s nose, watches her head jerk, her legs trembling as the van crosses the bridge, over the river.
Sliding to the front passenger seat, Jessica glances out into the dark, tries to locate any familiar landmarks as she listens at the grunts and whimpering behind them as Beth amuses herself while passing the time. Pulling into a gated, guarded driveway, momentarily waiting as the house is communicated with, finally past the security, the van continues around a large, secluded southern style mansion to under its rear car port, backs in beside an entrance next to the closed garage doors. Two men already waiting, slides the van’s door open, grabbing the bound girl by her shoulders and legs, quickly carries her inside.
?What now?? Jessica, kind of stunned by the quickness, the idea that the girl is gone, stares concernedly back and forth from Beth to Deb. ?Where they taking her??
Both grinning, smiling toward each other, Beth climbs toward the front of the van, between them, glances at Jessica. ?So, you wanna’ go in? See what happens to those young sluts??
?Yeh, yeh let’s go in.? Jessica hesitates, glancing back and forth at the women, feeling her chest thumping, obviously more then just a little concerned with the situation.
?Okay, cool!? Beth grins, jumping out of the van. ?Park it out front.? She nods toward Deb. ?Then meet us inside!.... Come on Jess, lets give you want you want!?
Opening the door, jumping out, Jessica follows Beth through the entrance into a long, shadowed corridor to a caged elevator beside a flight of stairs. ?Up there, Beth advises. ?Probably straight to the third floor, we’ll take the elevator.?
Opening the cage door, stepping in the wooden, service type elevator, Beth turns a handle, jerking, rattling, the elevator slowly lifts upward. Giggling, Beth keeps her hand on the handle, glances toward Jessica’s stoic face. ?What’s the matter, Jess. No one followed us!? No one even knows we’re here? You’re here!?
Smiling back, Jessica’s mind races, her stomach in turmoil, realizing how deep in she’s getting, actually an even more ominous feeling. ?Yea, I’m just interested what’s happening to her.?
?Christ, you’d think she was actually close to you or something, girl. Hell, don’t even think about it, she’s disappeared for good!? Beth scolds, half grinning, half serious as her eyes seem to momentarily glare, before she giggles again.
Glancing as the second floor passes by, closing in on the third, Beth adds. ?Hell we might even have her a companion before we’re done tonight, you know anyone we can use??
Stopping the elevator, sliding the cage open while looking down, Beth steps into another corridor. ?Watch your step, these things never stop even with the floor.?
Stepping off, Jessica notices several open arches on the right side of the long, curving hallway, widely spread apart with closed doors across from them on the other side of the walls. Hearing some muffled sounds, faint talking, she can see several people milling around, spread apart from arch to arch.
Down there, Jess.? Beth nods down the long curved hall. ?Probably taken her to the very last room. Go ahead, I’ll let them know we’re here. I’ll meet you down there.?
Nodding toward Beth, even as she’s turned, started briskly the other direction toward a bared security door, Jessica turns herself, almost hesitatingly begins walking toward the sounds, the people. Approaching the first archway on her right, she notices several people standing around a chair in the middle of the floor with what appears to be a girl in her late teens strapped naked onto it. Her arms bound behind the back of the seat, her legs are spread and tied to the chair’s legs. Wide eyed, a red ball gag in her mouth, as the people mill around her, Jessica can see visible welts across her glistening flesh, mainly across her smaller, heaving breasts and bald pubic mound. A black hooded man ominously by a stand with an assortment of whips next to the chair.
Heart pounding, glancing down the corridor, curious that it seems that no one’s even paying attention to her, Jessica slowly approaches the second archway. Again the same size room, this time a flat metal table in its center with a similar crowd circled around another young naked woman. Moaning, occasionally loudly grunting through her ball gag, stretched strictly out on the table, her hips are forced a foot or so higher then the rest of her body by a narrow brace or something between her and the table. As the people circle, inspect her, Jessica can see her large quivering breasts forced upward, a black wire clamped to one nipple, a red wire to the other. Swaying toward her armpits, her breasts seem to sporadically jerk as her fingers and toe twitch in unison. This time, an Oriental couple gives Jessica a quick glance and nod then quickly focus again on the distressed girl as she gives out a pitiful screech, her body bucking upwards.
Quickly stepping past that scene, toward the third archway, Jessica’s queasiness is becoming more then nauseating. Stopping just at the break in the wall, she glances through an even larger group of men and women, to an unnerving sight of a shapely, well endowed, thirtyish woman affixed to a wooden cross in the center of the room. Totally naked, drenched in sweat, her knees bent, her arms stretched so tightly that even her veins seem to press through her bare flesh, her head hangs downward, her stringy black hair matted across her forehead and shoulders as her stomach flattens, ripples with each gasping breath. Forcing herself to look even closer, it’s obvious that the small square pieces of flat wood covering her palms and ankles are penetrated by real metal skewers, impaling her to the cross.
Again unnoticed, her legs now heavy, almost shaking, the pit of her stomach rumbling, Jessica passes around the slight curve in the corridor toward the final two archways. Forcing herself to glance into the next room, again past the dozen or so people surrounding a naked woman, this one tautly stretched, spread eagled inside a large round, hollow wheel. Slowly turning in a clockwise rotation, blond, twentyish, again big breasted, her head tilts, her breasts sway, her hair drifts in motion with the circling wheel. A bright red ?O? Ring in her mouth, her moans are hoarse, raspy as trickles of blood crisscross her breasts and shaved vagina area with a multitude of needles embedding her flesh.
Glancing back down the hallway, the people still seemingly ignoring her existence, Jessica braces as she slowly steps toward the final archway. Lowering her head, stepping to the center of the opening, raising her head and facing inward, Jessica finally comes across the girl from the club, hanging upside down, by one leg, her ankle tightly shackled in a leather cuff connected to a chain stretching to a pulley on the ceiling. Swaying around in a slow circle, her arms still taped behind her back, breasts thrust out; her hollowed stomach rippling, every tendon and muscle stretching throughout her glistening body are visible as she’s still being jerkily raised upward above the floor by an automated black and tackle system as her free leg flails in the air.
Her head pitched back, the tape ripped from her now visible eyes and mouth, saliva drools from a bright red ?O? ring widely spreading her lips, dripping across her flushed face as the slightest of her grunts are audible through the collecting crowd gathering in the room, observing her. Stepping into the doorway, hardly able to keep her eyes off the suspended girl, Jessica glances back and forth from her to the rather large group of people, the room itself larger then the rest. A mixed group, both sexually and race; all seem well to do, refined, all intently inspecting her.
A final couple of clanks and the system shuts down, her body tautly stretched from the one leg, the other bending, straightening, twisting as her toes and fingers frantically claw the air as her muffled grunts spew even more saliva across her cheeks and forehead as she twists her head. Rasping for breath, her abs flexing, her stomach trembles in and out, glistening from a fine coat of perspiration beading across her naked flesh.
Jessica finds herself stepping to the side of the group, slightly to the side and behind the girl’s slowly twisting, naked body, silently glances toward another area of the room, a black, thick pole mounted on a podium, eyebolts in the floor surrounding it, a bar swaying down from the ceiling above it, all empty. Glancing back as a masked, black clothed man literally brushes past her, enters the room, directly approaching the girl, pressing through the group, Jessica’s attention is again directed toward the girl as he slides his hands between her thighs, probes her gapped labia folds with one hand while squeezing, twisting what appears to be a foot long thick wooden phallus completely in side her trembling vagina. Staring unbelievably, the rounded tip of the phallus appears to Jessica to push outward on the girl’s taut stomach, just above her navel as he pinches the twin folds of her labia across it’s flat surface and sadistically shoves what appears to be something like a large safety pin through the lips, across the flat end of the phallus, securing it in her.
Her grunts, moans are just gurgles as she chokes on her saliva oozing from the ?O? ring. Blood quickly trickles down from her pubic mound, barely streaking across her rippling abs as her naked body continues to twist, her free leg kicking, jerking, bending.
Feeling a bump, her shoulder twist, Jessica, startled, looks behind her. ?Well, what ye’ think?? Beth smiles, nods toward the girl, toward the hall. ?Would you believe they’ve all been collected just today?... From the tri state area??
?Really?? Jessica answers, glancing toward the hall, back at the girl. ?What, four, five of ‘em??
?Actually we need one more!? Beth answers. ?To mount naked on that pole over there!? Nodding toward the black pole. ?Some of these girls are going to take their turns in each room this weekend, before they’re auctioned off. There’ll be quite a few paying customers for the exhibition.? Again glancing toward the vacant pole, Beth nods back toward Jessica. ?Yea, the girl on that thing’s going to really get a workout to start off. Whips, needles, clamps. Her tits are really going to be abused, Hell her whole naked body’s going to get a workout from top to bottom! Yea Jessica, you ain’t going to believe what we’re going to do to you, next to your sister there!?
Jerking, twisting, Jessica feels the wet, pungent rag pressed across her face as Deb steps behind her from the archway. Rasping, chocking, dropping to her knees, her head spinning, she feels Beth’s hands ripping at her blouse, her bra ripping from her flailing breasts as everything goes dark, her mind blanks.
End Part One
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