The Broker Part 4
Created Saturday, February 16, 2008
Last Updated Sunday, February 17, 2008
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The Broker Pt4 There was a commotion outside the apartment. "Leave me alone, don't touch me." Some noise followed, as if a struggle was occurring. "HELP! I'm being kidnapped." Margo opened her door to see a woman being dragged into the apartment down the hall. "I'd better handle this as the Boston Terra." She quickly donned her red costume, and headed towards the apartment. "Open up inside." She wasted no more time, and kicked open the door. Inside the room sat a man aiming a pistol at Terra, and a young woman lying on the floor, bound and gagged. "Come in." The man directed, waving his weapon towards a chair. "Welcome to the party." He then took the bottle from the table, soaked a cloth, and approached Terra, who was now seated in the chair, afraid of endangering the young woman. As he went behind her, placing the pistol against her raven haired skull. "Don't fight this." The cloth was gently pressed over her nose and mouth. "Breathe deeply, my beautiful intruder." Terra knew that this meant trouble. She had expected to surprise the kidnapper, but he seemed to have expected her. After a few moments of holding her breath, she finally inhaled, taking in a small amount of the chemical. "Can never get use to that sickly sweet smell." The Heroine looked over at the helpless woman, knowing that any move to escape now, would endanger the captive. After a second futile attempt at holding her breath, Terra was once again was forced to inhale some of the fumes. Dizziness was the immediate effect. "Ohhh..getting a bit...woooozy." After a few more breaths, she felt a warmth overwhelm her, as her strength waned. "What is he going to do with me?" "Just a few more minutes, my dear." The man watched her eyes begin to flutter, as the lids became heavy. "I told the boss, you wouldn't be this easy, but I was wrong." He smiled, when her legs flopped apart limply. "Everything...getting..sooo..dark...can...no...longer ..resist...uhhhhh." Terra sighed softly, as her head slid from under the cloth, and fell forward, nearly causing the Heroine to tumble off the chair. Still not quite unconscious, she was unable to defend herself, when the man lifted her body, and slung her over his shoulder. Almost becoming sick from the swaying motion, the next thing she felt was her wrists being pulled behind her back, and then sensed the rough hemp being wrapped around them. Soon after that her ankles were bound together. Then a wet mask was strapped to her head. "Those awful fumes aginnnn...ohhhhhhh." Those winsome eyes opened wide for a moment, as her head weakly moved back and forth, until the fumes once again overcame her system, The beautiful, helpless Heroine sank into darkness. All this time John had been searching for Cleo. He interviewed the neighbors to find out if anyone had noticed anything. One of them, an elderly man, had been watering his garden, when a white van sped past his back yard. The only thing he could remember were the words 'Windblown Plumbing' on the side. He remembered that, because he said to himself that he needed a plumber. After a few more questions, he revealed that the van seemed to be heading north, towards the nearby highway. John then drove along the highway searching for someone who remembered seeing the van with Windblown Plumbing on the side. At one of the gas stations John noticed some thin white cardboard stuffed into a round trash barrel, and for some strange reason he lifted it out. The words 'Windblown Plumbing' jumped off the cardboard. "They were here." When he interviewed the attendants, one of them recalled a particular white van, because after it filled up, the driver paid with a hundred dollar bill. John knew he was on the right trail, but was unsure what to do next, until the clerk told him, that beause of the hundred, he had written down the tag number. It took less than an hour to discover that the van was licensed to Bainsburry Estates. He sped off. At the Estate, Cleo sat across the room from the small man, who rested in a leather chair, smoking a pipe. "I want you to be a part of my life." He declared, as he stared at the woman's long lithe legs, covered in dark fishnet stockings. "You will find that I have a real generous nature. With me, you'll have everything you ever wanted." She stood with a menacing pose. "Can you bring back my father." Crossing the room, she raised her fist. "I'm going to see you arrested for kidnapping." Suddenly the floor fell out from under her. "OOOHHHH!" Falling harshly onto the hard cement below, she twisted her ankle." Ouch." When the trap door above closed, lights came on, revealing that she was in a clear plastic cylinder, which was in the middle of a nearly empty room. The man in the smoking jacket entered, smiling. "I don't think you'll be arresting anyone, my lovely. As a matter of fact, you will be joining my little family." He walked over to a wall panel to push a red button. Cleo heard a hissing sound, and then noticed a cloudy vapor rising from the bottom of the cylinder. She immediately started pounding against the plastic sides with absolutely no result. "Let me out of here, you fiend." Even though the vapor was only to her knees, she could sense the acrid aroma. It was already tickling her throat. "Cough, cough." She brought her hands up, trying to ease the sensation. "What are you doing?" The man dragged over a chair, so he could be more comfortable, while watching the spectacle. "This might take some time." He smiled, staring at the panic rising in the beautiful Heroine. Cleo pounded some more, in an attempt at escaping her impending fate. "Somehow, cough..unnn..cough..I have to get out of here." The fumes had now risen to her breasts. Cleo waved her hands at them in vain. "He's..havin...funnn." She peered at the grinning man, who waited for the gas to have its ultimate effect. She spread her arms, placing her hands against the cylinder walls, trying to keep her balance, but the fumes had already weakened her. She could feel her knees bending, but was unable to do anything. She wasn't able to focus her eyes. "Unnn..c..can't..stand." Those shapely legs finnaly gave way, sending her to the bottom of the cylinder, where she slumped against the wall. "C..can't..see..through the mist." She lay there unable to see, or to move. Her head then slipped along the plastic, until it rested onto the hard concrete floor. Her eyes slipped backwards, as her heavy lids closed over them. She peacefully slipped away into the darkness. Meanwhile Terra woke to find herself lying on a dirt floor, alongside the other girl. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine. I thought you were dead." The woman wriggled closer. "What are they going to do to us?" After recovering fully, Terra went to work on her bonds. It took nearly half an hour before one hand snapped loose of the other. "There, now for the ankles." The Heroine stood to stretch. "That feels better." She then went to work on the other woman's ropes. "Now, let's see about getting out of here. The two women climbed the old wooden stairs, opened the door, and quietly moved down the hall. 'PHFFT' Terra felt a sting in her thigh. "Owww..what was that?" she turned to see the woman holding a small gun. "It's a tranquilizer gun." Aiming the weapon, she smiled. George thought we needed a back up plan, and I guess he was right. "Move into the room." Terra was unable to resist. Her muscles had lost most of their strength, so she was barely able to walk into the room. "Unnnn...why?" George was seated on the sofa. "Well, plan B worked." He helped the Heroine to sit on the foot stool. "He looked over at his partner."I guess you earned the right to do what you wanted." The woman approached Terra. "First the boots." She unzipped each one, and slowly slipped them off her dainty feet. "George, stand her up." She then unzipped the leotard in the back, and when it was pulled down, the woman massaged the large firm breasts, causing the Heroine to feel a slight sensation. When the leotard was slid down the long shapely legs, the woman's lips came uncomfortably close, causing a warmth to overwhelm the helpless heroine. The panty hose were loosened from her hips, and then rolled along those two comely limbs. After the bra was unsnapped, the woman took the opportunity to once again massage them, but this time she planted a kiss on Terra's voluptuous lips. At first the Heroine resisted, but then she returned the passion. The woman took a small green case from George, removed a syringe, pushed the plunger to release some of the fluid. and then inserted the needle into one of Terra's veins. The Heroine slid to the floor like a wet towel. Tobecont. |
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