The Remote Traveler (The Remote Series Book 1)

by Finian Blake

  “There is always some know it all bitch that wants to criticize. I made those mistakes intentionally to attract the right bitch. I didn’t know that it would be Simone, but she volunteered. This will be her last time.” Victoria grabbed Georgiana by the neck forcing a passionate kiss on him while pushing her hand under Simone’s panty. “We can have some fun with her for a few days and dump her in the bay so that the crabs will clean up the mess. You knew what was going to happen when you dropped that pill in her drink. You don’t want to back out now, do you?”

  Georgiana looked at the exposed Simone kissing her passionately getting no response. “It would be a shame to waste all of this preparation let’s play.”

  “Get the handcuffs and pick out some toys that you think our guest would object to. I want her fully conscious when we begin. I brought some gags. We won’t disturb the other guests.”

  Being a monthly rental the room had a tiny kitchen and a modestly sized kitchen table. Georgiana was surprised to see that the table was piled high with wicked looking bondage gear and sex toys.

  “Take a condom and put it on. I don’t want to leave any DNA evidence. I don’t want any screw-ups. Have a look at what’s on the table and pick out something wicked that she will remember as long as she lives, which won’t be long.” Georgiana went to the table finding a full assortment of bondage gear and after carefully examining each piece of equipment on the table selected the hand cuffs, a riding crop and several nasty looking sex toys. Georgiana found the rubbers putting one on leaving the empty foil package on the table. She laid the toys on the bed next to the unconscious woman in a neat row. Victoria pulled out a pint bottle of peppermint schnapps in a brown paper bag. She shook the cash from her oversized purse. “You count it I need something to keep my buzz up. I get real kinky when I’m loaded.”

  “How much do you think is there,” Georgiana asked running his hands through the cash.

  “I estimate that there is a little over $11,000 in cash that’s $5,500 each.” Vickie cupped her breast. “That will pay for my tits. They did the hormones and implants so that I don’t have to worry about having crooked tits like you do,” She sneered. “Why don’t you count it out?” She offered Georgiana a drink from her bottle. “The hormones are working perfectly.”

  “I hate Peppermint,” Georgiana complained with Victoria pulling out a bottle of peach Schnapps from her oversized bag.

  “I poured out a quarter of the bottle and refilled it with grain alcohol earlier for a bigger kick. Take your pick I have Berry Schnapps in here too. I keep them handy in case I want a drink to keep the buzz up. I get disgustingly wicked ideas when I am drunk that’s what the gags are for. We can take our time I have the room for a month. Pour us a drink I need to take a leak. Georgiana went in Victoria’s purse as soon as she was around the corner finding the brown bottle that she took Simone’s pill from. Georgiana poured a Peppermint Schnapps for her adding two pills to her drink not wanting to put up with her mouth any longer. She said that two would put someone out immediately and Victoria was already high. She downed the drink in one pass flopping down on the other bed slurring her words.

  “She is the only woman in the room I guess we can both screw her.” Victoria laughed and ran her hand up under Georgiana’s skirt. “I do men too.”

  “I prefer women you can take seconds,” Georgiana scowled taking two pair of handcuffs cuffing Simone’s hands to her ankles.

  “You don’t have to do that she is unconscious.” Vicki laughed drunkenly. Vicki dumped the contents of her purse on the bed as Georgiana started to lift her skirt using it to move her to the edge of the bed. Georgiana pushed Vicki further back on the bed. “I don’t do sloppy seconds.” Victoria reached in her purse pulling out a small vile of clear liquid.

  “Do you do ‘Amy’?” She said barely conscious.

  Georgiana’s interest was up, “You mean Amyl Nitrate?”

  “Yes take this as a liquid just before you start.” Victoria slurred her words appearing to be on the verge of passing out. “It tastes like shit but it has twice the bang of the stuff that you inhale. It will blow the top of your head ‘clean’ off. That’s why I use the Peppermint Schnapps. It kills the taste.” Vicki was a pretty decent guy. Georgiana felt bad about setting him up for murder, but then Vic would be dead anyway. Vicki handed the bottle to Georgiana and passed out cold on the bed as he tore Simone’s top off. The Senator looked back at Vicki noting her sprawled on the bed with a stupid smile on her face and droll coming out of the corner of her mouth. Vicki would be no problem. She could be dealt with later.

  Georgiana waited until the last moment before he greedily downed the whole vial taking a long pull from the bottle of schnapps. There was no thundering orgasm just a wave of nausea, since the liquid was oil of Ipecac and not ‘amy’. He raced for the bath throwing up in the middle of the bathroom floor stumbling to the bowl and starting to retch again. Georgiana was grabbed suddenly by the back of his neck feeling a heavy pressure on his back as his wig fell into the toilet. His head slammed into the side of the bowl stunning him. A strong hand went over Georgiana’s nose and mouth as another wave of nausea passed through him. He thrashed around trying to release the vomit and died on the bathroom floor with his skirt around his waist and panty hose at the top of his thighs exposing his real sex.

  When Georgiana was fully inert Victoria took her knee from his back. She moved his legs around to remove her foot prints from the mess on the floor. Simone was calling out from the other room.

  “What in the hell is happening?” Victoria picked up the keys for the handcuffs releasing Simone’s ankles on both sides but leaving the cuffs on each wrist.

  “Georgiana had a terrible accident I think that he is dead.” She went to work removing the paper bags from the bottles putting them in her purse and replacing the contents of her purse from the bed. Victoria walked carefully into the bathroom placing the bottle in his hand and she leaned Georgiana up against the open door so that when the door closed the Senator leaned against it from the inside. She picked up the small vial and took the glass that she had drunk from before leaving the bath. She walked back to Simone and held up a pill. “This is a real Roofie, but only a half do not take this before you have 9 1 1 on the phone and then lock the handcuffs to your ankles. You will have three minutes maximum and then you’re out cold.”

  Simone walked Victoria to the door double locking it using the security chain as soon as she left. She dialed the desk and waited for an answer. Simone lay down on the floor swallowing the Roofie. She moaned into the receiver as she locked the cuffs on her ankles again.

  “Help me,” She repeated weakly over and over again. A wave of nausea over took her and Simone vomited into the receiver. The 9 1 1 operator went into an emergency mode calling the police, fire department, and an ambulance. The police obtained the key from the desk clerk moving down to the room. The key worked, but the safety lock was set and the chain was hooked from the inside. The Fire Department cut the chain on the door with a bolt cutter after the third attempt to get a response.

  The sight froze everybody momentarily. Simone was lying on the floor between the beds with her skirt around her waist and her top pushed down. Simone’s wrists were cuffed to her ankles and her head was resting in a pool of vomit. The paramedics went to work determining that she had passed out and was not dead.

  “It looks like she was raped.” The police found the keys to the handcuffs along with a pile of cash next to a pile of wicked looking sex toys on the other bed releasing Simone. They installed an airway and started an IV. The police had to push open the bathroom door looking for any other occupants of the room. The patrolman made a loud exclamation.

  “Oh shit, you are not going to believe this! Get the paramedics in here, now!” Georgiana was lying on the floor unconscious with his panty hose at the top of his thighs and his head in a pool of bloody vomit. A bottle of Peach Schnapps was still in his hand and his wig was floating in the toilet. The little black
dress did nothing to hide the fact that the sex of the victim was male.

  One paramedic stayed with Simone and the others went to check on Georgiana. It only took a few minutes to determine that he was dead. When they found his wallet in his purse the whole mood in the room changed, this was a Senator. They called the crime lab and sealed the room calling the Capitol Police. The police found the cash with the ATM receipts on the bed and all of the bondage equipment on the table. The police tried to take charge of the evidence, but the FBI won out claiming that the case was a kidnaping and Simone was sent to the hospital in an ambulance.

  Suki and the other women were watching from a distance while the police processed the scene which took most of the night. The safety latch was set from inside the room so the police concentrated most of their efforts on the interior of the room. The women did not immediately follow the ambulance as it started its trip to the hospital since they knew where it was going.

  It was morning before Simone finally came around. Detective Susan Worthy was sitting by her bed in a private ER room waiting for Simone to wake up. As Simone started to come around her arms and legs seemed heavy. She looked around, saw white metal cabinets and listened to the constant beeping of the monitors from the hall. The lights in the room were dim and her eyes would not focus. Simone had a horrible taste in her mouth. She tried to talk and realized that there was a plastic tube in her throat. She started to thrash around. A white woman in a starched white blouse put her hand on Simone’s chest.

  I am Detective Worthy you are in a hospital. You have an airway down your throat. I will call the doctor.” Simone tried to move and found that she was restrained on her bed. The doctor entered the room.

  “My name is Dillon White. I will be your doctor.” He opened a metal flip chart and read for a few minutes. “Now that you are conscious we can remove your air way.” He disconnected it from the machine and gently removed the tube from her throat giving Simone a sip of water when he finished.

  “I can’t move my arms!”

  “You tore out your IVs last night and we had to restrain you. We will leave them on for a while longer. Someone slipped you some Rohypnol I believe that the street name is Roofie. You were raped last night. We need your permission to take evidence.” Simone nodded her head in agreement. “Good I will write the orders. Detective Worthy has to ask you some questions. I will be back in a while.” Susan’s cell phone rang. Simone could only hear half of the conversation.

  Detective Worthy started immediately, “The woman has been raped and the doctor is taking the evidence now. There is no doubt that this is a woman.” Susan fired back annoyed at the question, “Yes captain the rape victim is a woman. The other victim is a man. Right now it looks like he was the perpetrator and it appears as though he was a cross dresser. May I ask why you are so interested in a rape case?” Detective Worthy lost her temper.

  “We found her unconscious in a room locked from the inside, in a pool of her own vomit with her wrists handcuffed to her ankles! The woman was drugged and brutally raped. You tell me asshole!”

  “Understood…”

  Simone was still groggy, “What happened? Why am I here?”

  Detective Worthy was visibly pissed off, “You were drugged, robbed and raped. They found you in his hotel room.”

  “Is Georgiana alright? I was having dinner with her.” Susan the detective in went into to high gear.

  “Do you know George Mudson?”

  Simone blinked her eyes, “Yes, that’s Georgiana.”

  “Did you know that he was a cross dresser?”

  “Yes he buys his clothes from our company. I just delivered several thousand dollars’ worth of clothes to him. He put them in the trunk of his car.” Susan nodded as she listened.

  “Do you know where his car is,” Detective Worthy asked.

  “He doesn’t park at the Hotel. He parks across the street and walks over. We were having dinner at the club and a woman joined us.”

  “What club?”

  “It is a small restaurant that caters to dressers.”

  “I know that place. Do you remember the woman’s name?”

  “I believe that was Valentina Moor. She was a nice person. It was her first time out in public. I helped her get adjusted and we invited her to dine with us. She left and we finished our drinks.”

  “You adjusted her?”

  “Yes some of our clients are powerful people and we help them get squared away. The poor thing didn’t have a clue. I gave her my business card and we parted ways. I don’t think she could afford my services. Her clothes were not that nice and her makeup was cheap.”

  “She…?”

  “Alright we will say he.”

  “Is Georgiana alright?”

  “I am sorry to inform you that the Senator is dead.”

  “Oh my god did they rape him too?”

  “No we think that he was the rapist.” The detective asked, “What is the last thing that you remember?” Simone closed her eyes and after several minutes she started to cry.

  “All I can remember is that I paid the bill and we called a cab.”

  Detective Worthy pressed, “Do you remember being hand cuffed?” Simone tried unsuccessfully to rub her wrist.

  “No…”

  “Can you remember getting back to the hotel?”

  “No, can you tell me how Georgiana died?” Simone was worried about her customer.

  “Why do you keep calling him Georgiana?”

  Simone cried, “That was his customer name.”

  Susan developed a smug smile, “He choked on his own vomit. You would have done the same if he gagged you. You are a very lucky woman. I think that he meant to kill you. There was a large amount of bondage gear in the room and we found $11,000 in cash in his purse.”

  Simone replied, “He was a powerful man.”

  Detective Worthy pressed, “We found four receipts in his purse totaling $11,000. We are getting the security videos from the ATM machines. Who else knew that he was buying ladies clothes from you?”

  “We keep our customer files strictly confidential and give them code names. I am sure that nobody else knew.”

  Doctor White walked in the room asking Susan to leave.

  Simone looked to the door way and saw Pauline standing in the door way. “Detective Worthy correct me if I am wrong, I believe that you were told by your captain that the NSA was taking over the case.”

  “I am no stranger to Federal jurisdiction,” Detective worthy demanded. “The NSA is not a law enforcement agency. The FBI should take over the case and right now this is a rape case.”

  “A Senator is dead…”

  Susan interrupted Pauline, “And right now it is an accidental death or death by misadventure.”

  “We have matters of national security to discuss.” Pauline held out a badge. “It will be necessary to determine if the Senator divulged any sensitive information to a foreign national. Wait outside, please.” Susan reluctantly left.

  Pauline walked over to the bed and stood by Simone’s IV line inserting the syringe into Simone’s IV line.

  Pauline said blandly, “You are in a bind. The Senator is dead.”

  Simone was pissed off, “That bastard tried to kill me. He drugged me and would have succeeded if he had not choked on his own vomit.”

  “What did you tell the detective?”

  “You were listening on the intercom you tell me?” Simone snapped.

  “This is Rohypnol the same thing that Georgiana slipped you only twenty times more potent. Your autopsy will show that you died of a delayed reaction.” Pauline looked worried. “Did you mention the Farm?”

  Simone had a fearful look in her eyes, “No, did you send the Senator out for me, Pauline?”

  “No, he said that he wanted a date with you and we helped him get ready. He even had Evan send Harry back to London.”

  Simone decided to give her something, “I said that we met at the hotel. I told you that all of our busine
ss is confidential. Georgiana must have panicked about being revealed.”

  Pauline gave a sigh of relief, “Susan was right it is a rape case. All of the evidence points to accidental death. Will you promise to leave Evan and me out of this?”

  Simone reminded her, “You forgot about Dean. I will treat it all as if I never saw you. We can say that George went out of his mind with the death of his wife. He was the rapist and everything is closed up nice and neat if you let it die. I will leave the country as soon as they allow me to go?”

  Doctor White pushed past Evan in the door way. He looked at the syringe in Simone’s IV line.

  “What in the hell is going on here?” He removed the syringe and placed it on the counter. “Get the hell out of here I will be in touch with your superiors.” He pushed Pauline out of the room and closed the door. Simone could hear a loud argument in the hall. Detective Worthy walked in the room picking up the syringe from the counter.

  “It looks like they were planning to kill you. The only thing that can save you is the truth. Would you care to start over again?” Simone quickly gave her an account of the last few days, being careful to leave out Nadia’s team. She also stuck to her story about their dinner companion. Susan stroked her head gently giving her breast a painful twist. When Simone screamed Pauline, Evan and Doctor White walked in the room. Pauline picked up the syringe and squirted the contents in Simone’s face.

  “It was just water. I have something much better planned for you. Take her to the window Dillon.” He wheeled the gurney to a large window. A back hoe was working about two hundred feet away from the building. “This is my guest house. I had it converted to an interrogation area. Those men out there are removing the septic tank and putting in a sewer pipe. When they get the tank out, they will go home and we will put you in the hole. Dillon’s team will entertain you in the meantime. We will leave you here so that you can watch your grave being dug. We were able to get your things from the police so there will be no trace of you.” Pauline stroked Dillon’s cheek. “Evan and I have to do some more interviews at the office. Try not to screw this one up.”