“I met with Captain Chavez and he says the two men they have in custody will certainly shed more light on the kidnappings and what is going on related to the slave trade.”
“Sir, if I may.” She thought about her choice of words. “My gut says the captain might actually be more involved than we suspect.”
“That is a very good observation. I have had some research done on the captain and it seems his bank account shows a heavy balance when compared to his earnings. This is where the expression comes in, ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer.’”
“Sir, bear with me on this, when he and his men rescued me, and he saw me tied to that pole…well, my feeling was he didn’t want to release me. Is there any chance he is involved with the slave trade? More importantly, do you think he had anything to do with my kidnapping?”
“That my dear agent is a thought I have already considered. However, we might be able to use what he knows to find the other citizens. Hopefully we’re not too late already.”
“One final note Mercedes. You are to take the next week off and plan on meeting at the bureau the following Monday morning. Ralph and I will meet with you there, unless there is a reason for us to stay longer here.”
He looked over at Ralph. “Do you have anything to add, and are you clear on your assignment until her plane leaves?”
“No I don’t have anything to add, and I’m clear that I need to ensure she remains safe until the plane departs.”
“Right. Mercedes I’m sorry you were kidnapped and put through that ordeal. This investigation is much more dangerous than we considered it to be. Please rest up when you get back home.”
“What about my ticket?”
“Arrangements have been made. Go to the American Airlines ticket counter and show your ID.”
*.*.*
She watched Ralph check out her hotel room. “Everything is okay here. Pack your bag we’re going to my room.”
“What?”
“You heard me. This room is too much of a target while you’re still here. My room is much safer.”
“Does Max know you’re going to move us to your room?”
“No. But I am responsible for your safety and that makes you just that much more secure.”
She wondered if it was going to be safer there. “I need to call Scott to let him know I’m coming home tomorrow.”
“That’s fine, but put your stuff together and you can call him from my room.”
*.*.*
“Any luck?” Ralph asked.
“No, he still isn’t picking up. He must be out.” She was concerned she couldn’t reach Scott.
“Mercedes, why don’t you give it some time and try to reach him later.”
“I have to admit, I’m exhausted.”
“I’m not surprised. You had quite an ordeal. Why don’t you take a nap? I’ll just read through some of the case notes.”
“It was nice of you to offer your room and to give up your bed for me.”
“Is that what I said?”
“Ralph.”
“Poor timing huh?”
“I need to take a hot bath and then I think I will take that nap. If I do fall asleep, please don’t let me sleep too long this afternoon.” He nodded, but when she turned to head to the bedroom he stood and started to follow her. “What are you doing?”
“I need to keep an eye on you.”
“Ralph enough please. There isn’t anybody in the bedroom, or the bathroom. I will be okay and I could use the privacy, okay?”
He looked like he was going to make a point, but turned and sat back down.
*.*.*
Her body fit nicely in the combination shower and antique tub. The hot water was very relaxing. This was basically the first real privacy she’s had since she was rescued. Parts of her body were sore.
She lifted her right leg and saw the bruise on her shin, the scrape on her knee and another bruise on her thigh. It must have been when they knocked her out. She lifted the other leg, but there was no pain there and no bruises.
She didn’t want to recall her ordeal, but she noticed both wrists showed signs of where her wrists were bound. Images came flooding back and she remembered her clothes being ripped and cut from her body. She remembered her bra hanging in two pieces when they were pushing her to the warehouse.
The next thing she remembered was the pain on the top of her head and watching the lights go out. When she woke she was tied to a pole with a rope around her neck and another around her waist with her wrists bound from ropes above her head. Fortunately the men’s comments were foreign to her, but she could imagine what they were saying by how they were touching her body.
They took pictures of her and up close pictures of her body. So close, she remembers the heat of the flashes against her body. She looked down at her breasts and saw the red welts across her flesh. She doesn’t remember how they got there, and actually doesn’t remember much else of her captivity. It was only about an hour, but it felt like an eternity.
The wash cloth was hurting her skin now as she tried to get rid of the dirt and the dirty feeling she had. The only person who had ever seen her naked and touched her body was Scott. It wasn’t rough and dirty, but soft and slow and sensuous.
She stood in the tub and rinsed off. She saw her image in the mirror and turned to see her back. There were marks there as well, running from her right shoulder down across her buttocks. Those must have been from the pole she was tied to, or was it from something else? Up until now there was just some tightness on her back, but standing in the air caused them to burn.
She dried her hair and dried her body and wrapped the towel around her. The memory of wrapping the small towel around her at the cabin with Scott that first night came back and she was surprised it brought a smile to her face. When she was beside the bed she removed the towel and climbed between the sheets. It hurt now to lie on her back and she rolled onto her stomach.
Ralph had been quiet in the other area and she was concerned whether he was still there or worse knocked out. She listened intently but couldn’t hear anything. There was some thumping outside the bedroom door and she feared the men had come for her. She froze for several minutes trying to comprehend what she was hearing.
“Ralph? Ralph, are you okay? Ralph, are you there?”
Chapter 40
He had enough of his ‘alone’ time. He needed Alexis with him for the rest of the day and night, even if she was having cramps.
It was hard for him not to exceed the speed limit, but he knew he was rushing. The thoughts of her being back at his house for any amount of time, doing some of the things they had done, caused him to become excited. That just put a smile on his face and added a few more miles per hour to his speed.
He turned into the manor parking lot and spotted Chris’ car still parked there. He was still on duty until noon today. What is he going to use for an excuse to get her out? He shouldn’t need one since he was the director, but thought he should have a reason he was picking her up. Legal issues are what he could say…or better, some legal matters which would be best to be handled in private. He remembered what she handled and he was more than ready.
What if she doesn’t want to leave the facility? She isn’t going to have a choice.
He unlocked the front door and noticed Chris was not at the reception desk. That didn’t surprise him though as he had rounds and other things to do. He wanted to rush into Alexis’ room and hopefully catch her still in bed. Slow down doc, don’t blow it.
He went to his office and unlocked his door and sat to compose himself. His khaki shorts still had a noticeable bulge.
“Good morning doctor, I wasn’t expecting you,” Chris said poking his head in the office door.
“Oh, good morning Chris. Something has come up paperwork wise and I need to review the matter with Ms. Strong. I’m hoping she is feeling better and can spend a few hours going over the legal matters with me. If she is, I will be signing her out.”
“I will check on her for you.”
“Thank you Chris. If she is feeling okay, please ask her to get ready to leave with me. I will be right here.”
He was careful not to display his pants problem and wondered if Chris had seen anything. I wonder if Chris is gay. He never talks about his private life and I know he is not married. He recalled Chris’ strange behavior at the desk when he was signing out Alexis. He seemed miles away.
If he wasn’t gay, would Alexis’ beauty have an effect on him, and should he worry about the two of them? It would be better if Chris was gay.
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He knocked on her door, but there wasn’t any answer. He knocked a little louder, and there was still no answer. He opened the door and went into her room. The light was off in the bathroom, and he turned it on. He went over to the bed and she was nude. He looked at her face and her eyes were open.
“It took you long enough to come back.” She reached and grabbed him and patted the bed for him to sit.
“I would love to spend some time with you, but the doctor just came in to cover some legal matters with you. I think he wants to take you out again.”
She unzipped his pants. “I want to be with you Chris.”
“Please Alexis, I can lose my job. You need to get dressed to go with him.”
“Speaking of losing your job, have you forgotten our conversation?”
“No I haven’t. I would love to spend all my time with you, but this is not the right time for us.” He pushed her hand away and zipped back up.
She ran her hands down her body. “How can you pass up all of this?”
“We will have our time, but this is not the right time for it. Please, he’s waiting in his office. I will tell him you’re getting dressed.”
“Then…are you going to tell him I was undressed when you found me? Are you going to tell him you had your zipper down and were going to take advantage of me?”
“That is not funny. We’ll get together when you get back tomorrow.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” He started to leave and she grabbed him again.
“Are you sore?”
“Yes, a little.”
“Gee, only a little. You better rest up then.”
He pushed her hand away and rushed to her door checking to make sure his zipper was up, but noticed his excitement showing.
“I saw that excitement too Chris.”
He quickly left and stepped into the doctor’s office. “She will be ready in just a few minutes.”
“Thanks Chris. Oh, what took you so long?”
“I had to wake her.”
“Interesting. I have a question to ask you. Have you noticed anything strange in regards to her behavior lately?”
He hesitated, wondering what the doctor was asking, and wondered if he had noticed his excitement. “In what regards?”
“Well, how do I say this? She has turned into such a beautiful woman and it is hard not to acknowledge that. I was just wondering if her behavior showed any signs that she was starting to recognize her metamorphosis and to display it in any manner.”
“I would think you would be in a much better position to determine that, since you spend so many hours with her.”
“Oh, I have made my professional observations and I’m getting close to releasing her from the care facility.”
Alexis stuck her head around Chris’ shoulder. “Interesting discussion. Is that right? If I heard that comment correctly, why haven’t you told me about it?”
“Hello Alexis. If you are ready we can leave. We can discuss that progress when we are alone.”
The three of them walked to the reception desk and the doctor filled out the sign out register. Chris saw Alexis lick her lips and mouth ‘tomorrow.’
Chapter 42
Doctor Adler was resting uncomfortably tied to the bed. They both enjoyed their love making, but she enjoyed it more than he did. She got carried away, but even now the thoughts caused the same reaction between her legs. She would take care of that urge later, and maybe the doctor would like to watch.
Right now she had to follow up on something Chris had let slip. She wanted to know more about the details of why she was at the care facility. Was there a world out there she was missing?
There were parts of the doctor’s house she had never been in. She was curious about what the doctor might have been hiding from her. She thought of how she could get the truth out of him, but she couldn’t wait, and wanted to see if she could get some information on her own without creating a bloody scene. That put a smile on her face.
She went to his bedroom. It was on the third floor. In fact it took the entire third floor. When she reached his bedroom, the air had turned much warmer than the basement. She wiped at the beads of sweat between her breasts. She gingerly entered his bedroom.
Her feet felt the rough floor boards first. She turned on the light switch and the large bedroom had a four-poster king size bed. How appropriate doctor, and why am I not surprised? And, why have you not brought me up here? Is it because it is too hot up here, or is it because you knew it would be much too hot with our love making?
She walked over to the bed and put her butt on the edge. She opened the top night stand drawer and pulled out two men’s magazines. Why doctor, I’m going to have to show you these and ask why you have them. I wonder if you will tell me the truth.
She opened the magazine and looked at the pictures of the naked women. They were beautiful and their bodies were displayed to show their best assets. She couldn’t help comparing her body to those in the magazine. She was getting excited just like the blonde in the picture. She knew she was a true blonde because of her neatly trimmed body hair.
Part of the article caught her attention, ‘yes, when I don’t have a partner with me…well, I have other ways to satisfy my desires.’ I’m sure you do. Don’t we all? She wondered what it would be like to be with another woman. She closed her eyes and pictured another woman’s breast in her hand. She flipped thru the rest of the magazine and then picked up the other.
It was a nudist magazine. The pictures were not staged like the others and just showed people going about their routines without any clothes. She looked at the men and wondered why they were not excited. The doctor and Chris were almost always erect, even after all of the various activities.
She wondered if the nudists made love in front of the other nudists, or did they hide that activity? What did the men do when they couldn’t hide their excitement? Maybe they never got erect. She felt another smile just thinking about that. She wondered if the moisture she felt was excitement or her period. Maybe I should rush down and have the doctor benefit from my current condition. Later.
She saw the backs of some photos in the drawer and picked them up. She smiled at the thoughts of the doctor using the magazines and more importantly her pictures to masturbate. That doesn’t surprise me at all, my good doctor. I wonder what you fantasize about…is it what we do, or what you wish we did? I’ll have to make you tell me about that, and honesty will count heavily.
As she flipped through the pictures, she realized that she had grown from this young girl without any hair and other assets, to this striking young lady. Even though the pictures were black and white they were still interesting, especially the positions the doctor had her in. She turned her head and tried to remember how she got in that position. She put that picture aside and would ask the doctor about it.
Since the magazines and photos were causing such a distraction, she thought it best to put them away so she could search the rest of the room.
She stretched out on the bed and studied the room. The ceiling was coifed with a chandelier over the bed. The bed covering was an antique coverlet much like a table cloth. That is why you didn’t want us up here. We would mess that up. That created another smile.
The dresser was a long cherry double drawer unit with a mirror the full length. She could see her naked body and raised a
leg to resemble one of the poses in the magazine. She pulled her hair across one breast. Wow, that would create an interesting development, wouldn’t it doctor? There was another tall dresser on the other wall. She thought it was strange that there was nothing on top of either piece of furniture.
She sat on the side of the bed and spotted the closet door. She walked over and once again the rough wood against her feet made her think of lying against its rugged surface. She opened the closet door and looked at the contents. Suits at one end, sports coats next, dress pants next to casual pants, white dress shirts with plastic covering them, casual shirts and finally ties.
She took a black tie and went over to the dresser mirror and tied a knot as best she could. The contrast of the black tie between her snow white breasts reminded her of one of the staged pictures in the magazine. She was getting that feeling again, and remembered the poor doctor tied in the basement. She spotted the reflection in the mirror of two boxes on the top shelf of the closet.
She went over and reached for the first box. It was heavy and she put it on the bed and opened it up. There were family photos, documents and personal things of Doctor Adler’s. It was an interesting assortment, but not really what she wanted to waste her time on.
She spotted what looked like the doctor’s high school photo, and thought he looked like someone who wouldn’t have turned a girl’s eye. You look so much better without any clothes on. She remembered shaving his hair off and the look in his eyes as he wondered if she was going to do some serious damage. Not yet, doc…not yet.
She put the picture back and covered the box and returned it. She took down the other box, which was more like a legal file box, and placed it on the bed.
She uncovered the box and was shocked at its contents.
*.*.*
It took her over an hour to consume the contents. The first picture which greeted her was her image on the front of a newspaper. Well, she learned it wasn’t her picture but it was her twin sister’s. It showed her original photo and how she looked after the plastic surgery.
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