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RETRIBUTION!

(PART ONE)

BY

WALLACE

Retribution: n recompense, usually for evil. Revenge

Jet lag!

I felt like I was seventy years old with severe arthritis and a hangoverthat was the result of a three-day drinking binge so the last thing I neededwas any rough stuff. I'd dumped my bags on the sofa as you do and was justheading for the kitchen to make coffee before falling into bed when I hearda key scrape in the lock.

It wasn't Mrs Johnson from downstairs because I'd phoned her the night ormorning before. The only other person who had a key was Sheila and she wascurrently in New York probably tied up and having the crap beaten out of herby a very nice group of people who I'd left something like twelve hours ago.

I could see the outline of a familiar figure through the frosted glass ofthe door and immediately felt more than a tinge of annoyance. I quickly slippedinto the bedroom grabbed what I needed and pressed myself back against thewall.

I heard the front door close and light but deliberate footsteps, as if someonewere looking around. I heard the clip clop of heels on the bare kitchen floorand then the slight squeak as the fridge door opened. What, I wondered, wasanyone likely to find in there?

A couple more clip clops and then the hall carpet muffled the steps to somedegree but they were getting closer. I waited, the anticipation flutteringin my stomach, hardly daring to breath in case I was heard. Someone enteredthe bedroom and walked past the door behind which I was hiding. I darted forward,grabbed their hands, and pulled them roughly behind them. As quickly as I couldI slipped the standard, Metropolitan Police issue handcuffs onto a pair ofslim wrists and heard the satisfying sound of the ratchets clicking smoothlyinto place. I pulled the intruder hard against me clamped a hand over theirmouth and said,

"I am the householder and I am performing a citizen's arrest because youhave entered my home with intent to steal… Oh! Good Morning InspectorBannion, how nice of you to pop in!" she wriggled out of my grasp and despitethe fact that her hands were pinioned behind her did a very good job of whatLinda would call "going into one!"

"Don't give me that Simon Templar shit and that other stuff's all bollocksso don't try to exercise your common law rights with me! Under the PACE actof 1984 YOU can only arrest someone for a an offence that carries a minimumfive year penalty and this at the very worst is common trespass which is acivil offence and not a criminal one and therefore doesn't count AND as youare not a serving Police Officer you have just breached the Health and Safetyat Work Act of 1974 by restraining me against my will! So get these cuffs offmy wrists before I nick you for assaulting a Police Officer and for false imprisonment,which I, as a proper copper, can do!"

I looked at her, all righteous indignation, in a short black skirt and thickblack tights; red silk blouse, black leather jacket and gloves and I couldn'thelp feeling a faint flicker somewhere, despite the way I felt. It's not innocent,submissive, damsels in distress with me, it's mature, feisty women who don'tknow when to give up and this one certainly didn't but I wasn't over impressedall the same.

" It's seven o'clock! What's wrong with the bell? " I realised now that shehad used Linda's old key. The one they had found on her when she'd been beatenand left for dead in a Soho alleyway. I moved closer and lowered my voice,there was a definite tinge of sadness in it, "You could also say "Hello" aswell Emma." I tried to brush my hand lightly against her cheek because EmmaBannion, Detective Inspector Emma Bannion and I had history, recent history,but she moved her head away quickly. She raised her manacled wrists.

"Get your pervertalia off me, right this minute!" I saw a pout coming on.She lowered her eyes and her voice," And if you remember you always used tobe up by six!"

"So what? You wanted to surprise me? What are you, the highest paid strippergramon the force? " I drew a sharp breath. I knew my mouth had run away with meeven before I had said it. She looked at me hard for a moment her lower jawjutting and I think that if she had been able to then she would have slappedme but instead she turned her back on me and stuck out her cuffed hands.

"Just get these off! And DO NOT give me any bollocks about losing the keybecause I know that that's the one area of your life where you are bloody organised,so get on with it!" She turned back to me, looking, well, looking quite gorgeous.Her short blond hair just slightly askew, the little puffy bags under her eyesa little more prominent than usual, her blue eyes glittering with rage andfrustration. I moved forward and she gave me a warning look.

In her anger she had stumped further into the room and put herself just inchesaway from the big modern four-poster bed that was the centrepiece of the bedroomwhere Sheila and I used to sleep. I moved closer until I could smell the leatherof her jacket and the nuance of her perfume and then I leaned forward and brushedmy lips against hers. For a moment she tried to move away, for a moment shewas going to baulk and then I kissed her properly and to my surprise she responded,her lips soft and puffy, closed at first but soon open. I put an arm aroundher to steady her, felt her relax against me, saw her eyes start to close andthen the doorbell rang.

She broke away and stood inches from the bed, in high dudgeon.

"Get them off now!" she hissed.

"The keys are in the other room," I hissed back, "I take it this is somethingto do with you?" she looked a little sheepish.

"Yes! It's Barbara, I told her to come looking for me if I didn't phone." Iwas tired and irritated.

"Right come with me!" I bent down slightly to look into her eyes, " And lookrelaxed for God's sake!" she threw me a look and I guided her out of the bedroomand to the door.

Even under normal circumstances meeting Sergeant Jones was a trifle dauntingand as I opened the door to her now I could feel the heat of her stare on me,we weren't exactly good friends at the best of times. She looked straight atEmma Bannion.

"Everything all right Guv?" If she was surprised to see me there she didn'tshow it, "Only you…" I stayed close to Emma and we both did our levelbest not to make it obvious that her hands were cuffed behind her. She nodded,

"Yes, fine Babs. Any more from Leeds?" Sergeant Jones nodded her curly blondehead.

"Yep. Just had a call from Traffic. They've found the vehicle, it was inan all night car park near the Shopping Centre and it looks as if it's beenin an accident. Socco are there now." Emma nodded again

"Get back to Leeds, tell them that I want to be the first to know what theyfind and circulate her description, ports as well, in case she's trying todo a runner. Oh and get the CCTV tapes pulled from the car park, they mightshow us something." Part of me wanted to laugh, watching Emma with her handstied behind her back conducting business as usual but another part of me wanteddesperately to know what the hell was going on? Babs and I didn't see eye toeye very often but I'd seen her in action before and she was a good copper.She looked first at Emma and then me with a suspicious stare.

"Anticipated that Guv, did it already," for a moment I thought she was goingto throw a salute, Emma nodded her approval and Barbara looked thoughtful, " anypoint us talking to Sue Chandler yet?" she was still watching me and saw mewince, I could see Emma watching me out the corner of her eye as well. Sheblew out her cheeks.

"Well you've got the rapport with her Babs. She seems to spill her guts outto you but we don't know if she's involved yet. Tell you what, talk to thenick and get a list of her most recent visitors, say for the last two monthsand have a word with that contact of yours, you know, the big lesbian screw," Nowit was Barbara's turn to wince, "see if she's seen or heard anything unusual,anything that might suggest that Susie's up to something." Barbara nodded.

"What about you?" Emma gave me an odd kind of look, one that was meant onlyfor me

"I might be here for a while," Was it my imagination or was she trying tocommunicate something to Barbara as well? " I'll call you later." And withthat Barbara turned, inclined her head toward Emma and said "Guv" and headedfor the lifts all however many stone of her.

And she was a big girl was Barbara, with thighs that could crack heads, notjust walnuts and biceps that made mine look puny but she also had the faceof an angel. Round, unlined, cheeky maybe, her skin soft and perfect with nosag in sight despite her size and a mop of curly blonde hair.

I watched her stump over to the lifts, watched her big legs in those blackpantyhose that she always wore. Everybody else wore tights but for some reasonI always associated Barbara with pantyhose and always wondered how she mightlook in just them and her big black bra…

Yes, you're right; it IS very difficult being me sometimes.

*

She didn't know how long she had been there or how long it took her to stopcrying. The sound of earth falling and the noise of the mechanical digger shovellingit all on top of her had stopped a long time ago and she had cried herselfout a long time after that.

The paralysing fear had gone to be replaced by feelings of depression anddespair and nothingness. Of futility. Of waste. For the first time in her lifeshe truly wanted to die and she wanted to die soon because she knew that anagonising death awaited her otherwise.

She had no chances, there was no point in expecting last minute rescues,she was finished, it was a horrible way to die and a sadistic one.

By rights she should have started to suffocate by now and she hadn't, suggestingthat air was being pumped in to her dark and cramped coffin and the only reasonthat could possibly be was because they wanted her to suffer. They wanted hernot to die from lack of air but from starvation and that could take weeks.

She wondered what would come first, death or madness.

When would she start to piss herself?

When would the smell of defecation make her so nauseous that she might evenchoke on her own vomit?

The fact that she had air had given her some kind of hope, for a while, butin the silence, the utter silence and the blackness of her tomb, she had forcedthat hope from her mind.

She drew in a deep breath and shuddered. They had been quiet for a long timeand she had assumed that their batteries or whatever had run down but suddenlythe vibrator in her vagina whirred strongly into life and the one in her backpassage followed shortly afterwards.

This was the last thing she needed right now. She was not in the right frameof mind to deal with this but both dildos whirred on and they were soon makingher feel sensations that she didn't think possible in these circumstances.Her pulse was racing and her legs felt like jelly even in their tightly bandagedwrappings.

She would have jumped if she had been able too because the little pump onher clit began to suck very subtly up and down at her delicate little bud andthen she felt something happening around her aching tits. Aching from the ringsthat had been pushed down past her nipples. They too were being sucked, nipplesand tits both being pumped up, and let down and pumped up again

She wasn't prepared for what happened next, she wasn't prepared for the shocksthat began to course though the cheeks of her bottom causing the muscles tospasm. A series of them, one after the other, each one more powerful than theone before. She wanted to cry out but she couldn't because of the wadded clothand the rubber pump gag in her mouth.

This must be the legacy of her silver captors. They must have stuck TENSpads to her when she was blissed out at some point. She then realised withhorror that her gag was inflating again and she broke out into a sweat as shefelt the sides of her prison pushing against her, squeezing her ever tighter.She had realised soon after her interment that they too were inflatable. Thepulsing in her rectum grew more and more powerful and although she didn't wantto she knew that she was very close to a climax.

She had always revelled in the fantasy of mummification and had actuallyhad it done to her once in controlled and very different circumstances, butnow she was heavily mummified, wrapped in layers of bandage and cotton wool,blind, deaf, dumb incapable of movement and she had been buried alive.

She took a deep breath.

A deep breath that didn't just smell of rubber this time. The anaestheticmask was still over her nose and once more she was breathing in the dark heavy,somehow comforting, almost exciting aroma of the powerful gas. She welcomedit, wondering vaguely in the back of her mind if whoever had kidnapped her(and she had put a lot of thought into just who that might be), would justsimply kill her with an overdose of anaesthetic.

She breathed it in deeply again just as the vaginal vibrator turned itselfup to full speed and it felt as if her clitoris would be pumped to the veryend of the tube. Her tits had actually reached that point and she shiveredas she thought she somehow heard laughter in her right ear, the laughter ofsomeone she knew. She didn't have time to think about that because her heartwas pumping and her whole body seemed to be spasming with anachronistic pleasureand just when she thought she was about to climax, just when she thought shewas going to finally come an extra strong wave of gas hit her and renderedher almost instantly unconscious.

*

No sooner had I closed the door on Sergeant Jones than Emma said,

"Now get me out of these handcuffs!"

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"Take these off and we'll talk". We were so close to each other that ournoses were touching.

"I want to know now!" Detective Inspector Emma Bannion looked at me for asecond and then spoke with all the authority of her rank,

"You take these off me right away or we'll do our talking at the station.Do I make myself clear."

I'm not usually the caveman type but, like I said before, Emma and I havehistory. Using both hands to heft her up and pull her over my shoulder in afireman's carry, her hands were still cuffed so I didn't have any flailingarms to worry about, I grabbed hold of her ankles with one hand, pulled hershoes off with the other, dropped them on the floor and carried her into thebedroom.

There was a look of anger mixed with fear in her eyes when I laid her faceup on the bed but rape wasn't my thing. The bedside cabinet was close enoughfor me to lean over and grab what I wanted whilst Emma started to talk calmlyand rationally.

"Bill, this is false imprisonment at best, kidnapping at worst, if you stopnow and let me go we can forget all about it…" but I'd heard her negotiatingvoice before. I pinched her nose and as if by magic her mouth opened. It wasa big ball gag, a number six, the biggest you can get and the only one thatwasn't too small for Sheila's mouth. The only one that actually kept her quiet.I pushed it between her teeth, felt it slip satisfyingly into place and buckledit behind her head. I knew Emma well enough to know that she would not tryto talk through the gag like Sheila would. In fact she seemed calm just lyingthere looking up at me. True the look on her face said she wanted to kill mebut then she wouldn't be the first or the last to want to do that

She lay still.

Another tactic. Don't intentionally annoy your captor by struggling. I gotup, slipped my hand inside the bedside cabinet again and found what I was lookingfor.

She studied me as I walked past and sat at her feet and she passively watchedme attach the second pair of handcuffs to her ankles. I looked at her in return.Her face was composed but I had no doubt that she was simmering away inside.I wanted to kiss her right there and then but this wasn't about that, thiswas about finding out what the hell was going on.

My mind wandered back to the time when Sheila had first been kidnapped andwhen I had first meet Emma Bannion. When she had not exactly tricked me intostaying at her house but suggested it was the one place where I would be safeat that time.

It was Emma who had come downstairs barefoot and in just a short silk robeafter I had walked her dog, Rocky and it was Emma who had wanted me to tieher up and show her how it felt.

That night, that first night "How do you want me?" sounded an innocent enoughquestion until I saw her lying on the white rug in the darkened living room,the red light from the fire making her body glow and glisten. My first instinctwas to get the hell out of there and my second was to kiss her. Maybe I shouldhave done the first but I certainly did the second after I'd put her in quitea strict hogtie, shown her her first gag and then stroked her warm, soft bodyfrom her mother of pearl polished toenails to her soft, short, blond hair andtaken in every gentle curve and crevice on the way.

I found myself sitting next to Emma with my hand on her stockinged feet.I decided that the bedroom was an inappropriate place to do this so I helpedher up, put her back over my shoulder, carried her into the living room andeased her into one of our leather armchairs.

Her eyes were smouldering.

I squatted down in front of her and put my fingers just on the soles of hersensitive feet. She immediately realised what I was up to and glared at me.

"I know you hate this Emma!" I'd done it when she'd been tied up before andreceived the equivalent of a formal caution when I had eventually untied her.She was looking at me apprehensively. I ran a finger from the heel to the ballof her right foot. She tried not to but she jerked instinctively, her facea cauldron of anger and fear. I took my hand away,

"I'm going to make us a coffee. When I come back it would be nice if youtold me what exactly is going on. Not like before!" Definitely not like before.Then she had been, let's say economical with the truth, only telling me whatwas really going on when I'd stumbled so far into a heap of shit that I nearlyburied myself. She knew that even I would not have got involved if I'd knownwhom I was really dealing with. At least I don't think I would. I stroked thevery tips of her toes. " This time Emma I'd like to know what's happening andwho's involved. The truth please, the whole truth...." She still stared atme. More from the training manual of course, I walked away and suddenly thoughtbetter of it, I could see that she was watching me very carefully. I thoughtfor a moment and then remembered that I'd done some shopping with Amy on mylast day in New York But not your average kind of shopping.

I kept my back to Emma while I opened my bag and rummaged around. Surprisinglyfor me I found what I needed fairly quickly, drew it out and turned back toEmma keeping it behind my back. I walked behind her and she tried to followme with her eyes.

"Sorry Emma, I like you a lot, I might even…anyway that's neitherhere nor there, but I'm sorry my darling, I don't trust you!" and I slippedthe thickly padded white patent leather blindfold over her eyes and buckledit in place. I then helped her up out of the chair, spun her round a coupleof times, like kids used to do when they played Blind Mans Buff, and walkedher, as slowly and as carefully as I could with her ankles cuffed, to a spotat the end of the room where I helped her to lay face down on the carpet. Notwanting her to be too uncomfortable I then got a cushion and eased it underher head. I touched her on the shoulder and kissed her lightly on the cheek,doing my best to keep my emotions in check because she looked so vulnerablelying there gagged and blindfolded, her hands behind her back and her littleshoeless feet moving randomly from time to time.

"…and nothing BUT the truth please Emma." And I went outside to makethe coffee.

*

She woke up in light and felt an enormous sense of relief flood through herentire being.

She could feel air on her body!

She could move!

She wasn't encased anymore!

She opened her eyes almost surprised that she could and stared into brilliantwhite light. Then she shut them again, her mind reeling.

Was she dead?

Was this that white tunnel that people who had had Near Death Experiencesspoke about?

She opened her eyes again and blinked several times to get herself accustomedto light once more and then she realised that so relieved had she been to findherself no longer mummified and no longer buried alive that she hadn't noticedthe warnings that her body was giving her, that things might not be quite asthey were before the world had suddenly gone mad.

She opened her eyes fully.

She was in a white room.

A completely white room.

Floors, walls, ceiling, all white apart from the huge window directly infront of her. At least it was a pane of glass but it didn't seem to look outon to anything.

Pure white!

Everything else was pure white.

Hard to know where floor ended, walls started and finished and ceiling commenced.

It reminded her of "2001: A Space Odyssey." so clean and white was everythingand there was also that same kind of eerie silence.

She thought she could make out the faint hum of electricity, but she hadbeen in sensory deprivation for a long time and she had also been under theinfluence of what was probably some kind of hallucinogenic drug so she decidedthat her senses might not be too reliable as yet.

She was alive, she wasn't buried she wasn't going to die. At least she hopedshe wasn't

One thing was certain, her arms and legs felt strange. She looked aroundher. Looked at her arms and at her legs and then tried to move them.

She was sitting on some kind of seat. It felt warm and comfortable whichsuggested it was padded plastic and she was naked. Completely naked once more.She looked down for confirmation and saw that her pubic hair really had beencompletely shaven and that it had not been a dream. Her bare ankles where attachedto the legs of the chair she was sitting on with what looked like thickly paddedwhite plastic straps or bands. Her arms were also tied but not to her sidesas she might have expected.

The chair had a headrest and her head lay comfortably against that but itwas once more restrained by a forehead strap that held it straight and rigid.She could look down without any major discomfort but up was a problem rightnow.

But her arms. …

It seemed as if below the headrest was a cross piece sticking out at rightangles to the chair and that her arms were attached to this with the same thicklypadded plastic straps.

She was effectively crucified sitting down.

She looked down at her tits and saw that they had come through their ordealrelatively unscathed. There were faint marks where she guessed the rings hadbeen and the odd small bruise but otherwise, apart from feeling a little tenderthey seemed relatively okay.

Her pussy felt sore and so did her arse, which also felt as if it were stillfull of lubricant, Her pussy felt pretty liquid too but, and here she gaveherself a severe ticking off, that may have something to do with her currentpredicament

For a moment she wondered how long she had been asleep and whether she hadin fact been in a kind of suspended animation and woken up in some future timebut she dismissed this as being a flight of fancy not helped by the drug ordrugs she had been given.

She realised that she was still quite woozy and for a few moments she thoughtthat was responsible for what she heard next.

"Hello My Baby! And how are you now My Precious?" she didn't move. She stayedalmost rigidly still, certain that she must be hallucinating.

"Come, come sweetheart you must talk to Mummy or Mummy will have to punish!" certainnow that it was not her imagination Sarah replied,

"Who are you? Where are you? In a voice that was cracked and croaky and didn'tsound at all like her own. The voice, the anonymous voice was soft and motherlybut somehow mechanical. Muted, low and not quite human.

" I'm just outside my love", said the voice, "I'm your Mummy and these areyour Nannies!"

*

I pushed an armchair against the wall, put a cushion against that and easedher upright. I settled her against the cushion and then unbuckled the gag.I eased it as gently as I could from between her teeth, laid it on the a teatowel that I had grabbed earlier and covered it over I didn't particularlywant her to see her own saliva dripping gag for obvious reasons.

She made a groaning noise and worked her jaw.

"Here have a sip of this, there was some Evian water in the fridge." Shegulped as the water went down.

"I know. Are you going to take the blindfold off or are there some more indignitiesyou'd like to subject me to?" I was on firmer ground here; she was startingto sound like Sheila. I kissed her cheek,

"Sorry Emma but I think I'd like to keep you like this for the time being." Sheshook her head.

"You really don't trust me do you?" she sounded genuinely concerned.

"No!" I looked down at the floor, "I think I love you but I really don'ttrust you. Sorry."

I had panicked slightly earlier when I thought I had REALLY lost the keyto the handcuffs but I had managed to find it actually in the place where itwas supposed to be. In the small metal cash box where we kept all our keys,carefully numbered and catalogued in a notebook.

A system we had started one evening nearly two years ago when it had lookedfor a time that we were going to have to call the fire brigade to free Sheilafrom some leg irons that we had been experimenting with. It is very difficultto try to dress someone when they are naked apart from leg irons and a rathersnazzy pair of high tech stainless steel manacles and it's even more difficultto think of an excuse for how they got like that in the first place. I don'tsuggest you try it, though under the right circumstances it could be fun.

For some time after relations between Sheila and myself had plummeted tonew depths but we recovered after I had grovelled enormously and taken herto see both Mama Mia and Phantom in the same week.

I laid my hand on the tops of Emma's feet, where she wasn't so sensitiveand raised the coffee mug to her lips.

"Is there sugar in this?"

"Mmm, two and it's black. I made it strong as well. It's Colombian. Tesco'sFinest." she took a sip.

"Mmm. You make such nice coffee." Then she looked up at me, or at least whereshe thought I should be, with sightless eyes. Look this is stupid! Untie me,please?" she could be so innocent at times when you considered the things she'dseen. When you considered just the things she'd seen since I'd been involvedwith her. I really thought that innocence was genuine. Emma wasn't that manipulative.Or rather I hoped she wasn't. I sighed

"Okay. I'll take the blindfold off," because I really wanted to look intothose dazzling blue eyes, "and I'll recuff your hands in front of you to makeyou more comfortable and when you've told me everything I'll let you go. Okay?"

There was a long silence suggesting it wasn't but eventually she said.

"Okay but there really is no need for this I would have told you everythinganyway!"

I was kneeling behind her now unlocking the handcuffs.

"Come off it Emma you were here to see what you could find," I freed herright wrist, rubbed it for her and eased it round in front of her. Withouta struggle she already had her left arm in the prayer position and meekly letme close the cuff on her wrist. Now and only now did I unbuckle her blindfold.

I sat down beside her; she picked up the coffee mug, took a long swig andthen looked at me.

"You're going to let me go after this?" I was slightly outraged.

"Of course I am! What did you think I was going to do with you?" she putdown the mug, gently touched my leg with her conjoined hands and said throatily,

"I could think of some things." Taken off guard and a little more than stirredI chanced my arm.

"You're not mad at me then?" her face was angelic – for about two seconds.

"Mad? I'm fucking fuming. A key witness has gone missing, presumed got ator even dead already, none of you lot are potentially safe and one of the biggestcrime families in the history of British Justice could well get off Scot free." Herface changed, she was the other Emma again. The one I'd massaged naked on thecarpet all that time ago. She picked up her cup and said sweetly, "That's assumingof course that you and your mates in S and M land have got nothing to do withthis!"

She must have seen my brow furrow in incomprehension. She put the cup downagain and leaned forward so that her face was only a few inches from mine, "Oh,and if it's any consolation…I think I love you too… but for themoment, the distrust is mutual!" and then she kissed me.

*

This was unreal, a long time ago she might even have laughed but she wasstill in a certain amount of shock from her previous ordeal

She hadn't seen the door and didn't even know it was there until it opened.Her jaw dropped. There were two of them, both of similar shape and build, shedidn't have to be a genius to realise that they had to be the two silver creaturesfrom the Moor but their appearance had changed radically.

Now they wore nurse's uniform. Pure white and made from a shiny materialthat had to be PVC. On their heads were shiny, white, nurses caps and aroundtheir waists were tiny PVC aprons but it was what was in between that concernedher or rather the lack of what was in between.

Each "Nanny" wore white high-heeled shoes with six-inch heels; each Nannywore American tan nylons with seams that were attached to a PVC garter beltby eight pure white and shiny suspenders. They wore brief white PVC pantiesand a skimpy white PVC bra. Around their necks were stethoscopes and that wasit. That was all they wore.

Sarah could not help notice the bare flesh between stocking tops and pantiesand between panties and bras, what she didn't notice immediately but saw now,were the faces of these Nannies.

Or rather the lack of them.

Each Nanny wore a mask. A skin coloured mask of moulded rubber with realhair attached to it. They had long dark eyelashes, impossibly red Cupid's bowlips and pert, snubby little noses. Their apparently sightless eyes where heavilymade up. The Nanny now on her left had sparkling blue eyes and blonde hairand looked not unlike Madonna twenty years ago, the Nanny on her right hadsilky black hair and her eyes were green, Dita Von Teese to the life. As theytook up position on either side of her the soft, detached voice began to speakagain

"Now you must do exactly as your Nannies want or Mummy will be cross! Doyou understand?" Before she could say anything the Nanny to her left movedbehind her and pinched her nose sharply and the Nanny to her right eased somethinginside her mouth.

She heard a pumping sound and felt the something begin to slowly fill heroral cavity and expand and expand and expand until it filled it entirely, inflatingher cheeks and making speech impossible. It was slow but inevitable. She triedto struggle but she was too firmly strapped down for that.

Nanny One, the one on her left, began to stroke her forehead gently and sheknew instantly that this was her little silver friend from before. The green-eyedNanny, Nanny Two, was now wheeling over an ominous looking trolley loaded withwhat Sarah the Nurse recognised as medical apparatus.

She did her best to look down and saw to her horror what appeared to be ahuge pink dummy sticking out of her mouth. A dummy with an inflatable pacifierinside. She shivered. Infantilism was not her bag but there was something oddlykinky and arousing about this particular set up.

Now that she could see her and watch the way she moved, so the more convincedSarah became that Nanny One and the silver creature from the ambulance thathad teased and tormented her so delightfully were one and the same. She wasbeside her now and in her hands was an oversized baby's bottle that must haveheld a least a litre of fluid that looked like milk.

She offered it up to the huge dummy and with a slow gliding motion easedit into the area at the front where the handle would normally be. Almost immediatelySarah felt warm liquid flowing into her mouth. She realised that the inflatablegag must have a hollow tube imbedded in it so that she could be fed.

She was thankful, (or was she?) that the Nannies or Mummy or whoever, hadnot decided that their captive adult baby should be breast-fed. To her slightdisappointment she saw Nanny One relinquish the bottle in order to allow NannyTwo to take hold of it and to gently stroke her cheek. She had no option butto suck at it gently and take in the fluid, the fluid that felt warm and comfortingand relaxing. Now Nanny One was back and in her hands and to Sarah's mountinghorror, she was holding a large disposable nappy.

She tried to move, she tried to struggle but the restraints held her firmand strangely, the more she struggled, so the quicker the warm milky fluidseemed to flow into her mouth.

"Hush now Baby! Hush now my pet! There's something to make you go wee weeand something to make you go toilet in your nice warm milky. Now your Nannieshave got two more bottles for you, so drink that nicely and let Nanny put yournappy on and then your plastic pants because you're too young to be in controland you won't be once you've drunk all your nice milky!"

It was so soft and sweet and yet somehow so chilling. She wondered if thevoice was going to continue – but it didn't.

Nanny One slipped the thick warm fleecy comfortable nappy under her relativelyeasily but that was mainly because Nanny Two had pinched her left nipple hardenough to make her squirm in her seat and lift her bottom just enough for thenappy to be slipped underneath her and fastened in place.

The more milk she drunk so the more comfortable and woozy she felt. She evenlifted up her bottom voluntarily to allow a snug warm pair of plastic pantsto be slipped round her thick comfortable nappy and be tied in position.

Nanny one held her to her not inconsequential breasts whilst Nanny Two strokedher cheek for a few moments before returning to the medical trolley.

There must be openings in both her nappy and her plastic pants, she realisedas she sucked contentedly on her bottle, because even now Nanny One, the littleminx, was pushing something through them and into her vagina which seemed tobe held open by something in the nappy which pressed against her labia.

It felt soft and warm and it made her shiver with excitement.

The more milk she drank so the more helpless she became and the more dependent,gloriously and submissively dependent, she became on the Nannies but somethingdeep in the back of her mind told her that Nanny One was easing a catheterinto her. She could feel it. She could feel the rubber tubing wriggling aroundinside her like it was somehow alive and then she felt it slide home.

Nanny One was already taking a surgical clamp and attaching it to the tubethat now stuck obscenely out of her rapidly dampening pussy and her weirdlyanachronistic attire. She was walking away Sarah realised with concern butshe was walking away only to return pushing a medical stand on four castoredlegs hanging from which appeared to be the type of bag that they used for dripsbut much larger than usual and also empty.

Nanny Two, satisfied that all the milk had gone from the first bottle, unpluggedit from her dummy and dropped it onto the trolley. She bent down, picked upa full one this time and eased it back into the huge pacifier that filled Sarah'smouth. She cradled her head in her arms once more and let nature take it'scourse.

To her shame Sarah began to suck on it hungrily, whilst Nanny One was unclampingand offering the tube from her nappy up to the drip bottle on the stand. Satisfiedthat it was fully in place she now released the clamp and the happily suckingSarah could only watch as her own urine began to flow quickly into the bag.

Sarah was now too calm and too peaceful to be as horrified about this asshe should have been. Although Nanny Two was still feeding her she was alsolightly stroking her tits as well and the feeling of euphoria was startingto overwhelm her.

The fact that she was helpless and the fact that somewhere, somewhere far,far away she knew exactly what they were doing, that it was a quite terribleand yet somehow deliciously perverted thing to do just added to her arousal.Now Nanny One was picking up a second rubber tube, one that came out of thebag that was rapidly filling with urine and attaching it to what had to bea second hole in her dummy.

That done, she sealed it with a clamp.

Then the voice again.

That soft gentle voice.

"Now Baby, soon you'll lose control of your Number Ones AND your Number Twosas well. Soon you'll be a helpless baby wetting your nappy for us and doingpoo poos whenever we want, especially when we start on Baby's enema therapytomorrow!" Sarah's tenuous grip on reality was slipping fast but she realisedfinally that the lovely warm milk she was drinking, if that indeed was whatit was, was spiked not least with diuretics and laxatives, she struggled alittle but both Nannies pressing her down against the chair and stroking herample tits now.

"That's it Baby don't try to fight or Mummy WILL have to punish. Do you understandBaby Sarah?" and Sarah nodded as best she could before letting her eyes hoodover and allowing the Nannies to do exactly what they wanted with her.

"Good baby. Good, good baby Sarah. Now if Sarah's good and drinks up allher nice milkies like a good girl, then she can have more milk and she won'thave to drink all that nasty pee pee that's collecting in the bag up therefor her!" Sarah looked up at the bag that was rapidly filling with her ownpiss, realised that if she did not do as they said then they would make herdrink it and felt a sudden liquid surge within her.

She was a nurse.

She had no kidney problems and she knew that urine was sterile.

She had even heard of an actress who drank her own on a daily basis.

But here she was being turned into a baby and about to be force-fed herown piss by two masked Nannies and suddenly she desperately wanted to come.

And when Nanny One slipped a gentle, exploring hand into her warm soft nappyand began to gently stroke at her already engorged clit she did exactly thatshe climaxed as violently and as loudly as her restraints and the gag wouldallow.

*

Eventually one of us broke the kiss, I can't remember who it was and shesaid,

"Look I'd really love to stay and let you ravish me all day but I have GOTto get back to the factory," she looked at the wall clock, but I was therebefore her,

"Don't tell me, Barbara's got another check point coming up." She nodded

"Mmm, eight thirty, we've been up most of the night as it is!" I felt likeI'd been up for a couple of years. I kissed her again,

"Tell me what's happening! Please?" she gave me a frank stare.

"Okay, in a nutshell, Sarah Beaumont's gone missing," she looked into myeyes, "Have you had any contact with her?" I shook my head.

"We weren't exactly friends, you know we weren't. She helped Sue Chandler,she provided her with all the information that she used to kidnap Linda andSheila. I'm not exactly going to send her flowers on her birthday am I?" ThenI realised just what I'd said. "But…" Emma shook her head.

"Yeah, yeah! Well, she relocated to Leeds, she had friends up there apparentlyand she was working as a nurse again in St James' the big hospital. She wentto the pub with her friends on Sunday night and when they tried to check ifshe'd got home OK they couldn't contact her, bearing in mind her history theycalled the police in Leeds and they called us".

"She hasn't turned up and because she's a very important witness we're assumingthat the Chandlers, what's left of them, are involved!" She looked at me morethan slightly quizzically and I finally caught on.

"Oh, I see! Or else I've had her kidnapped to get revenge, right?" She nodded.

"Or someone close to you like Sheila or Linda Hutton, Linda's certainly gotcontacts, people who owe her more than the odd favour…" Her voice tailedoff and she looked up at the ceiling almost dreamily, "Or someone not so close…" thatlost me slightly but I could see her line of thinking otherwise, there wasa flaw however."

"Well that means your mate Liz Fisher's a suspect too!" She put up a straightbat to that.

"Liz would NOT be involved," I wondered how well she knew Liz these days.I threw her a googly.

"She's in New York!" Emma's hackles were starting to rise." With Linda, Sheilaand myself. I just got back." she looked at me intensely.

"We know that too. Or rather we found out not so long ago. The FBI has hadSheila under surveillance since she arrived in the States. But we don't havethe manpower or the budget to watch everybody. YOU slipped under the radar!" Icouldn't believe it.

"What, the Feds are watching Sheila? That must be nice for them." she pursedher lips and spoke to me slowly like she was speaking to a child. A slightlystupid child.

"Sheila and Sarah Beaumont are the most important witnesses we've got," shelooked at me and wrinkled her nose, " and they both refused point blank togo into witness protection, so at the moment Sheila's under surveillance twentyfour seven. And while a couple of our boys would have loved an all expensespaid weekend in the Big Apple, the Chandlers have got links to The Mob ANDthe Russian Mafia, so J. Edgar's finest took over and bloody thorough theyare too! Any way they report that she 's fine. She's been doing the normaltourist things, you know, shopping and fucking and having the shit kicked outof her and then, my, my, if someone else doesn't suddenly come to the FBI'sattention. Someone from England who seems to have a talent for hitting people!" Istarted to protest and she tried to raise a hand, which she thought betterof when she remembered the handcuffs.

"I know, I know and if I was a man and my EX girlfriend," and here she eyeballedme intensely, " who had made it quite clear to me that it was over, by theway, was going somewhere to be comprehensively tortured then I wouldn't betoo happy about it either but you've got to admit," her blue eyes glittered, "thatin the light of Sarah's disappearance, in the light of the fact that you twoare no longer an item, in light of the fact that it does seem to be one hellof a bloody coincidence that you should all pop up the States at the same timethen it does look as if a conspiracy theory might just be on the cards!." Ilooked at her quizzically, " Well it COULD seem to an outsider that you, Sheilaand Linda Hutton were all trying to create some fairly high profile alibisfor yourselves!" I was saved from having to answer by what could only be aring tone that sounded pretty much like the theme from Starsky and Hutch, Ilooked at her in disbelief and she regarded me disdainfully.

"Just give me my bag! The bloody phone's in there." Her bag was sitting nextto me; I'd bought it with me in case she needed it I looked at her and letmy hand hover just above it. Did she want me to fish it out?

" Yes! Get the bloody thing! I can't exactly go delving in there with these," sheindicated her hands, "Can I?" I had to get really close to her so that I couldput the phone to her ear. I pressed the green button and she didn't look impressed.

"Hello? Yes Babs! Yup, I'm fine. Okay. Okay and what did they see? WHAT?How many? Two little ones and a big one! Any flying saucers with that? Brightwhite lights, that sort of thing? A white van! I see. Two little silver menand one big one driving a white van? And where were Noddy and Big Ears whileall this was going off? What's that? They weren't men. They had tits!" Emmalooked at me archly, I knew this was all for my benefit and I sat there feelingmore helpless than she was and she knew it and she was enjoying every second.

" And what? And high heeled silver boots!" Now she stared, her eyes boringinto me like lasers, "What time was this Babs? Uh, huh and this caller wouldn'tgive their name? Well this is the Twenty First Century Barbara we can trackphone calls now. Oh they did? A phone box in Leeds town centre?"

She looked at me even more intensely and cocked her head to one side.

"People in silver suits with high heeled boots," I was going to tell herthat rhymed but I thought better of it, "Know what that sounds like to me Babs?" Thelasers were back on again, "It certainly doesn't sound like extra terrestrials,it sounds like two ordinary size women and one tall one wearing FETISH GEAR!" shesaid it slowly and clearly as if talking to an idiot and she was looking atme all the time, "Latex or rubber or what's that other stuff? Er, PVC that'sit!" I could see her mind racing. "Anything on the car yet?" She looked atme all the time that Sergeant Jones was filling her in on the Scene Of CrimeOfficer's findings. Eventually she sighed and asked, "Any one been up there?" andanother one-sided conversation took place.

According to recent research this is what apparently drives people crazyabout mobile phone conversations in public places – you can't hear whatthe other person is saying. Personally what annoys me is that the big headedPratt on the phone has the gall to assume that the people sitting in the busor train or restaurant or toilet or whatever lead such boring lives that theywould give even the merest scintilla of a rat's arse about whatever it is theyare talking but in this case I WAS interested. Very interested.

Eventually the call ended and Emma held the phone awkwardly in both handswhilst trying to reduce me to ash with a single stare, finally she said,

"Well! Do you want the good news or the bad news?" I never have liked thatgame and when I stayed silent Emma smiled sarcastically, "Okay, the goodnews is that I haven't got enough to nick you," I still wasn't playing butthat didn't stop Emma, "and the bad news is that given another day or so..." shedidn't get as much time to gloat as she would have liked because at that momentanother phone rang.

Another phone, another ring tone, this time it was the theme from Thunderbirds.I had the good grace to blush and then fished my phone out of my pocket.

She was watching me so carefully. Trying to crane her neck so far forwardit was comical. I had to answer this because if I didn't she would assume theworst and it couldn't have been much worse - it was the Bishop with some newsthat I just didn't need right then

"Bill?"

"Yes Bish, what's up?"

"Bill have you heard from Lady Heather?" I was genuinely bewildered

"No! I've just got back from the States."

"I know," he sounded worried, "I was just checking, only Heather and theterrible twosome," He meant Ally and Angela, lovely girls but a real pain whenthey were together, "were on their way to FETCON '03, you know the fetish conventionin Harrogate?" I had to shake my head, the very idea of a fetish conventionin Harrogate filled me with horror and so, suddenly, did something else andit was sitting not a million miles away from me. I lowered my voice as if itwould make any difference.

"Is er, is something wrong?"

"I don't know I was due to meet the three of them in Whitby because it'snot so far away from there and Ally being part woman, part Goth wanted to seewhere Dracula's supposed to have come ashore. I wasn't over concerned yesterdaywhen they didn't phone because I know there are blank spots up here but I'mat the hotel now and they didn't show last night, I wondered if you'd heardanything?" I shook my head, subconsciously not wanting to let Emma know whatwas happening and then I realised that as yet most phones don't pick up gestures.I let out a sigh.

"No Bish! Not heard a thing. Have you told the police?" Of course Emma wassuddenly as rigid as a dog on the scent of its next meal and I was betweena rock and a hard place, "Just a sec," I held the phone away from me and lookedat her, hungry with anticipation would have been an understatement.

And I spilled.

What else could I do? She would have found out eventually. There was a lookon her face that was unfathomable.

"Get his number and I'll pass it on to Babs. She can talk to him and getthe details and she can inform the West Yorkshire Police, my geography's nottoo good but I think the Sarah Beaumont enquiry comes under South Yorkshire.Anyway we're going to treat this as suspicious even if they don't," She loweredher voice, " very suspicious!"

I got a number for the Bishop and passed it on to Emma asking him, as herang off, to keep me informed. I didn't wait for a lecture, things had suddenlygot serious. I stood up and walked over to the wall unit where I kept the cigarbox and the keys. Emma leaned back against her cushion.

"These three friends of yours…" I knew what was coming and I noddedas I walked towards her, keys in hand, "I think I've met them once. Lady Heatherbears a striking resemblance to Linda except that she's actually got mannersand isn't a professional East Ender, right?" I nodded again, " and it wouldbe fair to say that she is above average height for a woman, right?" I noddedagain as I removed the handcuffs from her ankles, Heather and Linda were bothabout 6 feet 2 inches tall.

"And would it also be correct to say that Allison and Angela are about averageheight, roughly five foot six or so? Say something damn you!" I had actuallynodded again but I was behind her now unlocking her wrists.

"Yes Inspector, it would be correct to say that too," I replied wearily asI helped her to stand up and she rubbed her wrists vigorously.

"Where are my shoes?"

"They're in the hall, I was just about to get them."

"Don't bother. Can I just have a look at those handcuffs only they look likethe ones we use and you shouldn't be able to get them commercially." Ihanded her the cuffs, which would count as one of my smaller mistakes in alifetime full of pretty big ones and the odd elephant.

She was quick. Very, very quick.

Moving fast in just her tights and with no shoes to hamper her she slippedbehind me grabbed one wrist and then the other and slid the handcuffs deftlyinto place before I could even open my mouth. Then she walked outside put onher shoes and ambled back in to stand in front of me with a tangible glow oftriumph radiating from her already alarmingly smug features.

"William David Rodgers, I am arresting you in connection with the possibleabduction of Sarah Beaumont, you do not have to say anything, but it may harmyour defence if you do not mention something, when questioned, which you laterrely on in court! Do you understand?" and I stood there wondering whether itwas possible that you actually got more gullible as you got older instead ofless. I nodded more to keep her quiet than anything else.

There was more than a hint of satisfaction in Emma's voice when she spokenext

"If I were you Willy, I'd get yourself a brief. A good one!"

*

"Are you sure you've got a licence to drive in England?" Lady Heather sighed.

"Yes Ally, I am fully licensed to drive an automobile in this country. Drivingon the opposite side of the road takes a little getting used to but otherwiseI am fine." Ally was nothing if not persistent.

"And it definitely says UK on your license and not Pongo's Creek or somewhere?"

Angela looked up from her catalogue,

"Where's Pongo's Creek?" Ally was irritated but did not turn round

"Oh go back to sleep Ange! It's a place in Oz that I just made up. Mind thatcar!"

Now it was Lady Heather's turn to be irritated. She eased the car throughthe light motorway traffic until she was back in the left hand lane.

"Ally you're supposed to be navigating not driving, that's why I let yousit in the front with me otherwise I would have put you in the back with Angelaand preferably tied the two of you together!" Ally winced as a huge lorry andtrailer slipped past them showering the big green 4x4 they had borrowed fromLinda with spray from the recent downpour. Heather regarded Ally seriouslyin the rear view mirror for several moments, finally she said,

"Ally, have you ever driven a car before?" Ally looked puzzled.

"Yeah. My dad's old Holden, he used to let me drive a bit when we were awayfrom Melbourne, why?"

"Pongo's Creek huh!"

"No! Not bloody Pongo's Creek! What are you driving at?" Heather ignoredthe unintentional pun.

"Well, what I'm trying to say is that you're not exactly used to drivingon the Freeway right?"

"Motorway!" said Ally glumly; "they're called Motorways over here!" Heathershrugged.

"Whatever."

"Well you know, everywhere's not the same as Burger King. Just 'cos theycall like a Chicken Royale the same thing all over the world…" Heathersighed;

"Okay Ally, I was not hoping to start a conversation on the merits and demeritsof globalisation, although I CAN see you picking up a demerit or two beforetoday is over," Ally grinned wryly, she'd read "The Story of "O", "I was justtrying to point out that you are the most nervous passenger I have ever drivenwith and if you are not exceedingly cautious I may well use something fromthat catalogue that Angela is poring over to SHUT YOU UP!" Ally looked slightlyhurt, just as yet another car came desperately close, horn blaring.

The tall, older woman and smaller younger girl with the jet-black hair andthe white streak for a fringe regarded each other as best they could in therear-view.

"That was nothing to do with me!" said Lady Heather haughtily

"Well it sure wasn't me!" said Ally frostily.

"Hey! Why don't you two shuddup, I'm trying to read here!" Ally rounded onthe voice from the capacious back street and then froze.

"Strewth!" Lady Heather held the big car steady.

"What's wrong now?" Ally was almost but not quite speechless.

"Angela you are such a …oh what's the word?" another car passed andtwo men in football shirts leaned out of the offside windows making gestureswith their fists. Lady Heather was puzzled on two counts.

"Bitch? Whore? Strumpet? Harlot? Slut? Superslut? Megaslut? Omnislut?" theother being that she did not for the life of her know why their car seemedto be attracting so much attention but for Ally the penny had finally dropped.

"Yeah!" she said through gritted teeth, "All of those!" Realising that Angelacould not be seen in her mirror Ally put a hand on the steering wheel, "I'llhold it steady while you get an eyeful" Still puzzled Lady Heather turned tosee Angela comfortably ensconced on the back seat.

She had kicked off her high-heeled sandals and was barefoot, one foot onthe floor, the other tucked, at nearly a ninety-degree angle to her body, intoone the safety handles above the nearside door. She was wearing an extremelyshort skirt and an even skimpier top and that appeared to be all that she waswearing because her shaven crotch with its very prominent labia and four piercingswas visible to just about everyone in the nearside lane, as were most of hergenerous breasts.

Just to make matters worse her free hand, the one not holding the catalogue,was now rubbing slowly and seductively against the dark and puffy entranceto her vagina.

"Okay!" Heather turned smoothly back to face the front and took over thesteering again. Satisfied that the car was under control she spoke quietlyto Ally.

"Yes Ally you were right. She's all those things, plus a few morebesides…"
"What kinda like a Scarlet Woman?" said Ally innocently but with a deepening grin as a coach carrying what could only be a crowd of football supporters drew level with them and then kept pace whilst loud cheers could clearly be heard from inside.

"Yes that's right Allison dear," she said quietly and angelically," AND IT'SHER LAZY, GOOD FOR NOTHING, FREAKIN' ASS THAT'S GONNA BE SCARLET WHEN I'VEFINISHED WITH HER! ANGELA! GET YOUR STEAMING, DIRTY, SLUTTISH PUSSY UNDER COVERRIGHT NOW BEFORE I PULL OVER, STAKE YOU OUT IN THAT FIELD OVER THERE AND LEAVEYOU FOR THOSE ASSHOLES IN THAT BUS! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Angela knew from past experience that Lady Heather did not make idle threats.Thirty seconds ago she had been engrossed in her catalogue, in particular thesection on "The Bonking Bunny" a vibrator shaped like a cross between a rabbitand a fiercely erect penis clutching a clitoral stimulator for a carrot. Nowshe was sitting bolt upright, her face as red as Heather had predicted herbackside would be, pulling frantically at her skirt and top and trying to findher shoes blindly with her feet in order to attain some kind of normality.

Lady Heather stared straight ahead as the coach passed them and the onlookerson board waved them a disappointed but good-natured goodbye. Eventually shespoke,

" Angie baby, did I ever threaten to sew those pussy rings to your clit ringand leave you just room enough to pee?" Angela nodded sheepishly,

"Yes you did!" after what seemed an age and in a voice so low it was barelyaudible Heather finally said,

"Don't go to sleep tonight Angela and if you do, don't expect to be ableto take a PISS, let alone play with yourself ever AGAIN!" and then she smiledsweetly, "Okay Honey?"

Angela knew she wouldn't do it permanently but she knew that she WOULD doit if she had to or indeed just because she could. She remembered the two weeksof enforced chastity after she had been caught giving Niles a particularlylong and eventful blowjob in a storeroom when Niles should have been filmingan exceptionally well known, well proportioned and in Linda's words, well expensive,Bondage Model to promote The Bishop's website.

Lady Heather had taken great delight in tying her down, inserting a buttplug liberally coated with toothpaste into her sensitive little arse and adildo coated with vapour rub into her pussy and then sealing everything inplace with a chastity belt with a twelve number combination.

She had to go down on her knees and beg Lady Heather to be released in themorning and in the evening in order to wash and go to the toilet which shedid under Heather's eagle eye, sex of course being completely out of the questionalthough Niles did claim conjugal rights and get custody of her mouth for thefortnight.

Lady Heather still had her eyes fixed firmly on the road.

"Allison is that our turn off ahead? It does say Whitby, oh and Angela? Handover that catalogue, you know I'm starting to think that if someone gave youWebster's dictionary you'd probably find something to…" she stumbledfor a second, "Hey Ally what's that English word again? You know, for playingwith yourself?" Ally grinned.

"Wank! Yeah you're right Heather on both counts. Next turn is Whitby and… heyhe's pretty close!"

Heather didn't see what was happening but she felt it as they took the offramp to Whitby.

She dismissed it at first as a simple nudge, as the car behind, it was ablack 4x4 with huge bull bars and tinted windows, got just a little too closeas they both slowed down, but it wasn't the case. The car shuddered and sheeased off the gas some more, expecting the black car to do the same so thatthey could stop, inspect the damage, if any, and exchange details, if necessary,but it didn't.

As she slowed down, so the other car sped up and hit them again. This timethe car jerked forward, and so did they. Heather sped up a little but the bigblack 4x4 accelerated enough to cause its tyres to screech and then hit themagain. This time it was all she could do to keep the vehicle under control.Instinctively she put her foot down on the accelerator and the big car gatheredsped leaving the black car far enough behind to give them a chance of gettingaway.

Heather blew out her cheeks. For a moment she had thought that things weregoing to get nasty

But the black car had dropped back for a reason.

So it could come at her again.

And come at her much, much faster than before.

Even now it was filling her rear view mirror

Now Heather realised that things WERE going to get nasty.

"Angela, forget everything I just said and put your seat belt on honey!" Awarethat they were approaching a roundabout and also aware that the black 4x4 waslooming ever closer she eased her foot down on the accelerator. The responsewas immediate, the car was a gas-guzzler but it had a throaty V8 engine thatresponded to the gas pedal instantly

They all felt the drag as Bessie, (Linda's name, not hers) pulled away smoothly.Hands lightly on the steering wheel Lady Heather guided the Range Rover roundthe roundabout and onto the road for Whitby but the other driver was matchingher speed. This time when the 4x4 hit them they were all thrown forward,

Heather floored the accelerator, reaching out blindly for the seat belt thatshe had not been wearing. The big engine, rather than roar, throbbed powerfully,and the speedo slipped into the seventies. Eyes fixed intently on the roadshe said,

"Ally get your seat belt on sweetheart!" Both Ally and Angela had their headsturned, watching the big black vehicle behind them.

"I already have!" Ally tended to look up to Heather and treat her like themother who had been either too busy or too drunk too bother with her, eventhough she was only 10 years older. "What's going on?"

"Don't know sweetheart, have you got your mobile on you?" Speedometer touchingninety now on a two lane "A" road, fields and trees seemingly whizzing pastthem, Ally shook her head.

"It's in my bag." The driver of the black vehicle had been caught out bytheir sudden burst of speed but now he was just a few feet behind them againand edging closer. The stakes were much higher now, a bump at this speed couldsend them crashing off the road. Heather's mind was working at full speed.If she could contact The Bishop to let him know what was happening and thenmaybe the police… but her phone was also with her baggage and that wasall sitting behind Angela neatly piled into the hatchback.

And then the black vehicle hit them again.

The steering wheel seemed to come alive in her hands and it was all she coulddo to control it, the vehicle swerved to the left whilst the black car maintaineda straight course.

Heather could guess why.

If she tried to counter the swerve too violently she would swing off to theright and the black 4x4 would then be able to either nudge her into the oppositelane and the oncoming traffic or, if it caught her nearside, the fields toher left.

The second choice was preferable to the first. She had just a split secondto think.

Steer INTO a skid.

Steer into it.

The Range Rover was veering violently left like a frightened animal thathad run inadvertently into traffic. As calmly as she could she turned the steeringwheel slowly left. There was wooden fencing in between them and the field andshe felt the big car buck as it crossed from road to verge and then buck againas she finally managed to get it under control and back onto the road.

The black car was coming up fast on her right but since they had now straightenedup, instead of hitting them as planned it was drawing level. Heather did somethingshe thought she'd never do and steered her vehicle carefully and deliberatelytoward the other. She had to stop this. She had to stop it now and if theywould not stop ramming her then she had no option but to ram them.

As she got closer she tried to see who was driving but the windows wereblack and reflective, it was impossible to see in. To all intents and purposesthe vehicle was empty.

For the first time in the journey from London she had both girls' undividedattention as she heaved the car over to finally make contact with their attackers.But it just wasn't hard enough.

She had hoped to bump them away, to push them just far enough onto the vergein the middle of the road to give them a chance to get away but it didn't happen.Angela screamed at roughly the same time as the metal did as the two cars broadsidedeach other. The blue and orange sparks were visible from where Angela was sittingbut she had the good sense to throw herself to the other side of the seat.

Both cars travelled for something like 200 yards grating and grinding againsteach other until Heather, realising that they were had nothing to gain fromthis, turned the wheel and hauled her vehicle away from the other and acceleratedonce more.

There was traffic coming the other way, two cars and a dumpster and she'dhad enough experience of dumpsters in LA to know they were bad news. Suddenlya thought hit her. What about Angela? What about her mobile? She'd been textingNiles almost constantly since they started out that morning.

"Ange, your mobile..." Angela was doing her best to sit upright, she wasvisibly frightened but then they all were in one way or another

"Out of battery, ran out about an hour ago! Why are they doing this?" Heatherwanted to say "Shit!" but she didn't. instead she said as mildly as she could,

"I don't know Angela. now just put your belt on honey and you'll be fine!"

She felt a responsibility to these two girls, Angela was a total screwballbut totally likable as well and Ally was like the younger sister she neverever had.

The dumpster, carrying a full load, tarpaulin flapping in the wind was nowalmost on them. She didn't want to but she knew that she had to give way andthat she also had to slow down, which would give the black car every opportunityto ram them again.

She thought about the Bishop. She thought about what he was always sayingto her, that there was always at least two ways to do a thing. She looked atthe dumpster bearing down on her. It was only another vehicle and its driverdidn't want an accident any more than she did. ..

She had eased off the gas pedal in anticipation but now she floored it andas she did so she felt a sudden forward jerk that snapped her head back againstthe headrest as the following vehicle made brief contact once again beforethe engine took over and dragged them away.

Speedo just touching one hundred miles per hour she rocketed past the dumpsterand felt the car shake but the black car had anticipated her. It was stillclose behind and it was coming closer still.

She saw a roundabout up ahead and wondered, just wondered if the stupid ideathat had just flashed into her mind might really work and then she caught movementin the back of the vehicle out the corner of her eye.

"Angela what are you doing? I told you to put your seat belt on!"

Angela!

Gorgeous, spunky little Angela, who never took "No" for an answer.

On anything

She had slipped her shoes off again and was now starting to climb over theback seat.

"I'm going to get one of your phones!" was the slightly muffled reply. Allywhirled round,

" Ange You can't!" but Angela's bare backside was already visible as shestruggled over the high seat.

Heather knew she shouldn't do it but she NEEDED a phone. THEY needed a phoneif they were to get out of this mess. She looked at Ally as best she couldwithout taking her eyes off the road and gave her what she hoped was an encouraginglook.

"She's not stupid Ally and she'll be careful, won't you Angela?" but Angelahad already disappeared behind the rear seat and was now trying to ease herway through the large tubular bars behind which lay the luggage. She had justraised her head a little to find the best place to climb through when she sawsomething hit the large rear window and was surprised to see several littlecracks appear in the glass. but at that moment she was too concerned aboutthe phones to let that bother her and she began to squeeze through the bars.

She heard what sounded like a series of plops barely audible above the noiseof the engine and the wind that was now buffeting the vehicle but still shewas too busy to worry about them. It was only when Ally shouted,

"What the bloody hell was that!" that she looked up and to her horror sawthat the glass in front of her was no longer clear. It seemed to be pepperedwith tiny holes each with dozens of little cracks emanating from it but shewas still intent on reaching the mobiles. She pushed and squeezed and wriggledagain and finally she was through the bars and into the freedom of the luggagearea.

There had been more pops whilst she had been exerting herself and the rearwindow was now completely opaque, a mass of chips and cracks as if it had beenpeppered by stones thrown up from the side of the road. There was another noise.A much louder one this time and she didn't even have time to scream beforethe whole window seemed to cave in on her.

"Fuck!" Heather had seen it all clearly.

It had looked like the barrel of a rifle at first and it was protrudingfrom the front passenger window of the black car. It wasn't big enough to bea rifle barrel but it had to be a gun of some description and it was clutchedtightly in a shiny silver hand.

They wanted to cause damage but not loss of life. That was all she couldassume.

A real gun would have smashed that window first time and probably taken outone of them as well. This had to be something different, something lower powered,like an air rifle.

The glass caved in on top of Angela and the sudden rush of cold air fromoutside seemed as if it was going to drag them backwards out of their seats.As it was, loose papers, sweet wrappers and even empty drinks cans flew intothe air as if suddenly imbued with a life of their own The car was full ofnoise now. The wind that had previously whistled harmlessly around the vehiclenow seemed to be trying to tear it apart from the inside out.

Heather screwed up her eyes and scoured the rear view mirror but she couldnot see what she was looking for

"Angela!" for one heart stopping moment Heather thought that Ally was actuallygoing to unbuckle her seat belt and try to find her. She put a restrainingarm across her and heaved the vehicle, tyres screeching, into the roundaboutthrowing the automatic gearbox into overdrive as she did it.

Ally, not the hardiest of passengers at the best of times, looked fearfullyat the speed they were now doing, knowing that it would be difficult to veeroff the roundabout without the car skidding or swerving or even overturningon the wet road

The black car followed but it did not seem quite as quick. Heather shoutedhooray silently in her head as she saw the vehicle receding and put her planinto action. Contrary to Ally's worst fears she had never intended to leavethe roundabout. What she hoped to do, before the driver of the other vehiclerealised it, was catch up with him as they circled and play him at his owngame.

The wind whistled around them and the tyres squealed as she took the insidelane and found herself rapidly catching up with her pursuer. Fortunately forher there were no other vehicles in sight. Foot to the floor, praying thatnothing would go wrong and that Angela was okay she held the steering wheeltightly now and was rewarded by seeing the rear of the back vehicle loomingin front of her. She knew she would have to slow down or she would not onlykill the people in the black car but probably her and Allison as well but shecould not afford to slow down yet.

She inched closer and closer, the wind from the broken window pulling ather hair as if trying to distract her. Ally sat next to her, rigid in her seat.She was close now. So close. She eased off the gas just a little. Just enoughto let the car slow down,

Just enough to…

She never even saw it coming, she was too busy concentrating on the blackcar and worrying about Angela to even notice the large white van that had slippedin behind her and was now just inches from her rear bumper.

It hit her once and threw them both forward

Blood pounding in her ears, no time even to look in the rear view mirror,she corrected and pushed the car forward, not really knowing what she was doingor why she was doing it, she was too shocked, too surprised, too frightened.The white van hit them again. Ally was screaming "Oh my God!" and there wasstill no sign of Angela.

She had to cope; she had to deal with this.

The white van was coming at her again. She floored the accelerator oncemore and sent the Range Rover crashing into the back of the black 4x4. Allyscreamed again. She heard a gasp in her own ears that had to be her. Despitethe whiplash both her and Ally's belts were holding and Ally was petrifiedbut unharmed. She eased off the accelerator preparing to ram the black caragain but the van driver had anticipated her.

He too had dropped back, he too was doing what she was doing and losing speedbut now there was sufficient distance between them, he or she was speedingup again and there could be only one reason for that. So that he could hither harder. Now the black car was braking, the bright red brake lights clearlyvisible in the gloom. Suddenly she realised what they were up to.

She was going to be the meat in their sandwich

They were going to crush Bessie between them but she had one more weapon.One more thing that she could try. One more thing that she had never ever donebefore.

"Hold on Ally!" she shouted and cranking the speedo up to over one hundredmiles per hour, spinning the steering wheel as hard to the right as she couldand then wrenching the handbrake up violently she executed what would be herfirst and probably her last handbrake turn.

The car responded like a frightened gazelle but it DID respond. Bucking andleaping, tyres screaming, the car executed an almost perfect one hundred andeighty degree turn and now it was travelling away from her pursuers BUT ONTHE SAME CARRIAGEWAY!

She had to get over.

She had to get onto the other side of the road.

She was already lucky that there was no other traffic around.

And she was still accelerating

Ally watched wide-eyed as the speedometer crept up to one hundred and twentyon a road with a limit of seventy miles an hour. Adrenaline pumping throughher veins Heather crossed the grass verge. A cursory glance had told her therewas nothing coming but motorcyclists are hard to see at the best of times anda black Harley Davidson with its lights off on a dark winter afternoon in Januarywhen it is already dark is almost impossible to detect

It was more by luck than judgement that Heather saw the motorcyclist in theinside lane doing just over a ton just as she was about to cross. She swervedviolently, just managing to control the now battered Range Rover, just ableto maintain a straight course.

The bike rider had zoomed away unharmed but to her horror she now saw thathe, or she, their face was hidden by a black helmet with a black tinted visor,had now dismounted and was standing on the grass verge both hands togetherpointing something in her direction.

She swerved again. She had no option. This time she had no doubt that agun was being pointed at her or her vehicle.

She twisted the steering wheel and accelerated back across the road, thecar rearing viciously as it hit the verge. Even above the wind and the enginenoise the shots were plainly audible: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Quickand relentless! It had to be a machine pistol at the very least

You never hear the bullet that kills you but she had heard every one of theseand now she felt the impact as with deadly accuracy all six shots crashed intoher offside front tyre shredding it instantly and causing the Range Rover toswerve so violently that she thought it was going to lose contact with theground. She did not have long to wait. She battled with the steering wheelbut this time the result was inevitable.

The Range Rover slewed across the road again and when it hit the grass vergein the centre it bucked and when it hit the raised camber, mounted the kerb,hit the grass verge and crashed into the sturdy wooden fence on the far sideof the road it hit it so hard that it shot into the air and when it came downagain a few seconds later it crashed into the field so hard that the suspensionwas crushed and all four wheels buckled by the impact. The engine was stillracing but with nothing left to propel it forward Bessie subsided into themud, a beaten and battered giant.

Finally even Heather had to admit defeat. There were tears in her eyes, shewas shocked and angry but she had someone else to consider. Ally had hit herhead hard on the roof when they had crashed and she was close to tears too.

The black car had crashed through the fence after them but it had fared muchbetter than Bessie and it was sitting just a few feet away from them now, thedoors opening slowly

The already wired Ally screamed when she saw them.

Two silver figures were walking slowly and purposefully toward them carryinglong silver rods in their hands.

"What the fuck?" she was shaking and scared out of her wits. Lady Heatherput a hand to her forehead because it was throbbing and was shocked to seeblood on her fingers. She wanted to fall apart too but she couldn't for Ally'ssake

"I don't know sweetheart but we have to get out of here now!" she said shakilybut before she could do anything else the vehicle lurched and suddenly a figurewas running, as fast as she had ever seen anyone run, across the field andtowards the road. She couldn't quite see in the gloom but she guessed thatthat figure was barefoot.

Angela must have been laying low in the back of the car and waiting for herchance

Both Heather and Ally watched helplessly as she ran fiercely and bravelytoward the relative safety of the road and even now she was running towardssome headlights that had just appeared out of the murk Headlights that boththey and she realised far too late belonged to an anonymous white van thatwas pulling up at the side of the road just as she reached the verge. At firstit was obvious that she didn't comprehend the danger because she kept on runningtowards it.

It was only when the back doors were thrown open and a tall silver figurethat could only be a woman came hurtling at her that she realised her mistakebut it was too late, the long silver rod that she carried hit her first onher left breast, then on her right and was finally swung viciously into hercrotch causing her to scream and then collapse to the ground

Realising that it was over Lady Heather turned to Ally who was crying silently,took her hand and held it tightly and put her free arm around her as both doorsof the Range Rover were flung open and two figures clad entirely in silverbeckoned them slowly out of the vehicle.

THE STORY CONTINUESIN PART TWO

© Wallace 2004. The writer maintains the right to be recognised as theauthor of this piece. This is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance toany places, either real or imaginary or any people or characters real or fictitious,living or dead.