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  I moved quickly since the knockout agent would keep her under for only a few minutes. She was wearing only her panties and bra. They were white, cotton, plain but pretty. I reached into my pocket and pulled out two lengths of cord. I took her hands, tied them behind her back and then crossed her ankles and tied them together too. I lifted her up and pulled her farther up on the bed so that she was stretched out its full length on her back. She started coming around. I took the gag from my little bag of tricks and filled her mouth with it, fastening its two ends behind her head. As I finished, she started to stir and her eyes popped open. She saw me above her and made as if to get up off the bed and run. Only then did she realize that she was bound hand and foot. Her eyes played frantically around the room and then focused on me.

  I leaned over the bed and brought my face inches away from hers. My hand was on her throat. “You will not be hurt if you do not struggle.” I told her in a low voice. “If you do, I will have to hurt you, do you understand?”

  She nodded yes frantically. Her eyes were jammed open, as if she had seen a ghost. I couldn't blame her. It wasn't everyday that you woke up bound and gagged in your own bedroom. I walked over and turned on the TV. The neighbors must hear everything as usual. I would turn it off in a half hour or so. I then turned out the light and pulled a chair over to the head of the bed and sat down.

  The time was exactly 12:15. Draco had said that the pickup would be made at exactly 3 a.m. This was the time when the streets were their emptiest. Most of the night birds had already gone home and the early birds, for the most part, wouldn't be arousing themselves for another hour or so. I would wait. So would the girl.

  I had been in the States for about ten days with Draco. We had flown into a small Midwestern city and had leisurely driven across the country to New York. I was nervous as hell coming into the States with a life sentence facing me and all, but the false papers Diskare had given me did the job fine.

  We had stopped overnight in Columbus and Pittsburgh to allow Draco to make contact with some of his people. I was with him constantly, or with one of his people, babysitting me. I could see that Draco was being extremely careful. He had his instructions to break me in to the methods of obtaining recruits for Klitzman's empire, and he would do what he was told. But that didn't mean that he couldn't mistrust me. This was one careful dude.

  We had taken a room at a midtown businessman's hotel, sharing accommodations. After dinner, we left the hotel and took a taxi uptown to 110th Street and then, after walking a few blocks, making sure we were not followed, grabbed another which took us across the river into the Bronx. We were let out on a deserted corner and then walked a few blocks, checking carefully that we had not been followed.

  We stopped in front of a large warehouse building. Draco walked up to a door and knocked twice. A head peeked out of a small window in the door and then it opened. Draco ushered me in. We were met by a slight, Hispanic looking guy, dressed casually but neat. No flashy dressers in Draco's organization. No need to attract unnecessary attention to yourself. Just look normal, be normal. This was business and Draco's people were professionals. Besides, Draco's orders were backed up by the fear and respect which Klitzman had earned. No one would make it into this organization if they were a fuck up and nobody would stay alive long if they did.

  We went up a short stairway and entered an office on the second floor landing. The room we entered had a large desk surrounded by a few steel chairs, an overhead fluorescent light which flickered slightly. The room was dim, but bright enough for me to see that there was no phone, no filing cabinet, no secretary's area. This was definitely a stripped down operation.

  “Florez, this is Harry. He's working with me on this trip,” Draco said to the Hispanic. “Let's get to work.”

  “Sure Mr. Draco,” Florez replied. There were two other people in the room, a heavy set white guy, about thirty five, black hair, a face like an ape's, mean and ugly. The other was a woman, about forty, good looking, nice dresser, a bit on the hefty side. After almost two weeks on the road with nothing but Draco for companionship, she looked very good indeed. But we weren't there to socialize.

  Draco spoke to the other two. “This here is Harry. He's going to be our inside man. He's done good work and he can handle himself pretty good. Harry, Florez you've met, he's our driver. This here is Sherney, he’s the muscle man. And this fine looking lady is Estelle. She's our sitter. Now let’s get to work. Estelle, what have you got worked up?”

  Estelle spoke softly. “I got us a place in Jersey, about an hour and a half from the GW Bridge. Quiet kind of place, two car garage, full basement, upstairs bedrooms. Nearest neighbor about a half mile away.”

  “Good, sounds like it'll do fine. Florez, how's our wheels.”

  “Oh man, I got this great little Econoline. I've built in cabinets on each side for transport purposes, looks just like tool boxes. I got the engine tuned up great. It's real quiet man, like a cat she purrs.”

  “Okay,” Draco said, “Sherney, I know you're ready. Just keep yourself out of any trouble for the next week or two, okay?”

  “Sure Draco, no problem.”

  “All right, I've got a couple of prospects lined up. My primary is this girl on 81st and Broadway. We're going to be staking her out for the next three days. Today's Sunday, if all goes well we'll move on Thursday night. You'll be ready Estelle?”

  “I'm ready now, all set up.”

  “Good. We'll meet here Thursday morning at 11. I'll give you the word then. Florez, you work out a transport route with Estelle. See you all Thursday.”

  Now, a little over a week later, I was sitting in the dark, biding time. Florez would be gassing up his van and Estelle would be getting ready to receive a visitor. Shurney would ride with Florez. The girl was of course unaware of what the night held for her. She was sitting up against the end of the bed, alert, watching every move I made. I had turned off the TV in accordance with her habits now and opened the blinds. This gave off just enough light for me to see the girl and to make out the rest of the room. There was no need for me to explore anything since I had been in the apartment hours earlier and had done whatever exploring I needed to do then.

  On Draco's instructions I had put the girl's jewelry in my bag together with her passport and a couple of bank books. On Friday morning, someone would see to it that the accounts were emptied out. Draco was paid well for his troubles in “recruiting” for Klitzman, but his organization took a lot of grease to keep it going and every little bit helped. Besides, the jewelry and bankbooks were nothing to sneeze about. I'd put the value of the jewelry at about fifteen to twenty thousand. There was double that in the bank accounts. Somebody would figure out a way to get that money out.

  There was not much to do now except wait. The girl cried for a long time. Her eyes were pitiful but beautiful. Once in a while, her crying would dissolve into sobs and her ample chest rose and fell deliciously. I resisted my urge to sample her flesh. It had been quite a few days since I had gotten laid and so I was right on the edge. After getting serviced three or four times a day for almost a year, it was like going through withdrawal.

  At about 2:30 I decided it was time to get ready. I got up from the chair and leaned over on the bed. The girl jumped as I moved, expecting the worse. She must have thought it pretty weird to be all trussed up like that, a strange man sitting in her bedroom, just sitting there, silently watching her. For two hours? Well, unfortunately for her, she didn't even know what the worse was. It was no problem for me. In prison, you do a lot of waiting.

  I spoke to the girl softly. “I am going to untie your feet. You will get up from the bed and come with me to the living room. If you struggle or refuse to cooperate, I will hurt you, and then you will do as I say anyway. Do you understand?”

  The girl nodded nervously. I dragged her by her legs down to a lying position and then flipped her over to her stomach. This would make it harder for her to strike out at me with her feet when I undid the ankle tie. I remembered the chop she tried to give me when I first grabbed her. After untying her ankles, still holding one, I pulled her to the edge of the bed and helped her to her feet by her arm. I stood behind her, grabbing her hair and pushing her in front of me. With the other hand I made sure that her wrists were still tied together. They were.

  I led her into the middle of the living room and then forced her to the floor, face down. Once there I retied her ankles, and taking a black hood from my pocket, pulled it over her head and drew it closed around her neck. “You will remain perfectly still,” I whispered into her ear. I don't think there was much need to tell her that. Bound, hooded, lying on the floor. A wild man lurking about the apartment. Not many other choices really.

  I went back to the bedroom and got my little bag of tricks and the bag I had packed with her things. A few seconds later I was back in the living room. The moonlight shone through the large living room picture window leaving a square of light on the rug. It fell across the girl's body reflecting brightly off of her white underclothes and causing light shadows which emphasized the curves of her hips, her thighs. I walked over to her supine form and rolled her over for a moment onto her back. I could feel her shaking with fear and could hear her moaning softly behind the gag. All night she had sat there stoically, awaiting her fate. She had made no attempt to speak to me, figuring I guess that she would get her chance. Now it must have been clear to her that, whatever my purpose was, it didn't include discussing terms or negotiating with her.

  I took in the swell of her breasts as they heaved up and down in the girl's panic. I placed my hand on the curve of her hip and then pulled it slowly across the lower part of her stomach. Soon enough, she would be naked, ready to serve, but not now. My instructions were clear on that. The girl would remain easier to handle as long as she believed that everything was going to turn out all right. Raping her would tend to convince her that she had nothing to lose by trying to escape, scream for help, run away.

  But being so close to the pretty, young woman’s pulchritude was too tempting to forgo completely a sampling of her desirous flesh. Her fluffy breasts moved gracefully on her chest as she squirmed beneath me. It was a simple thing to do to slip the strap of her lacy, white bra off her shoulder and allow the cup of her right breast to release her plump orb.

  Her dark, expansive areola stared back at me invitingly. The tip of her breast was stiff with fear. The nipple was short and squat with pretty little bumps surrounding it. I seized the breast with my hand appreciatively. It was soft and smooth, as expected, and its warmth stoked my passion. I leaned over and took the bud at her breast’s round end in my mouth and sucked it. The girl moaned with displeasure and tried to wriggle free of my grasp. I let my mouth and tongue consume her hard teat while my cock grew and hardened. In a matter of days, perhaps a week, two at most, this modern, independent, free woman would be begging for mercy at the wrong end of a whip. She would happily consume the spunk of anyone who would forestall further torment. I imagined her plush lips encircling my tool, suckling it, much like I was suckling her breast’s hard nubbin now.

  I pulled myself from my reverie and replaced the breast in its white casement. Regretfully, I rolled the girl back onto her stomach and pulled a hypodermic out of my bag. It contained a knockout drug more powerful than the one I had administered earlier. The idea here was not only to keep her quiet during transportation, but also, to prevent her from having any idea where she was being held. I pulled down her panties, stuck the needle into her rear flesh and gave her the shot before she could react. Her body stiffened at first and then slowly relaxed as the drug started to hit her system. I waited about five minutes until I was sure she was really out and then removed her gag. It wouldn't be nice to have her choke on her own vomit during the trip to New Jersey. You could never tell with these drugs.

  I took a long look at the delicate features of her face. Her unconscious face was at rest, devoid of any pretense. Her eyes were shut, of course, her lips parted slightly. Her breathing now relaxed and steady. I took a long, cloth body bag from my smaller bag, unrolled it and opened its top. I rolled the girl over onto her back and then her stomach again, this last roll placing her on top of the bag. I then stuffed her in, first her feet, then her torso and head. I zipped the bag shut.

  The time was now 2:55. I dragged the bag over towards the door and brought over my small bag and the suitcase. Recalling Draco's instructions, I went over and took her pocketbook and threw it into my bag. That would've been a mistake. What self respecting young New York woman goes anywhere without her handbag. I also stepped quickly back to the bathroom and put in my bag her makeup kit, her toothbrush and a couple of other things I thought she would take on a trip. I went back to the door and waited.

  At 2:59 there was a slight tapping on the door. I checked through the peephole, it was Shurney. He had quietly climbed up the emergency staircase and was ready to help me with my burden down. I let him in and handed him the suitcase. I grabbed the back end of the body bag and he grabbed the front as we stepped quietly out of the apartment. He paused while I put down my end so that I could relock the door.

  The emergency door was propped open and we slipped into the staircase. Closing the door behind me, we walked quickly down the five flights of stairs to the ground level. Shurney, not being as dumb as he looked, had shorted the alarm system for the emergency exit the day before. No one would bother to check it until the girl had been listed missing for a week or two and the authorities began to list her case as suspicious. By then, we would be gone and the police would just have another mystery on their hands.

  When we reached the ground floor, Shurney knocked twice quietly on the door. Florez was waiting outside and knocked back twice softly to indicate that the coast was clear. We swiftly hustled our bundles to the van as Florez opened the rear door and climbed in. He pulled on the body bag as Shurney handed him his end. As the bag was swallowed up by the van, I handed Shurney my end and watched him climb in. I glimpsed them placing the bag in the tool locker on the side as I quietly shut the door. In a second, they were off. I walked briskly down the street in the opposite direction where Draco was waiting in his big, black Lincoln. I got in and he pulled away from the curb. Florez and Shurney were taking the girl to New Jersey. Draco and I would go back to our hotel. A night's work well done.

  CHAPTER TWO

  MARA’S TALE

  MARA MEETS NICKY

  I can't really say why I did it. I was in love, yes, but I wasn't a fool. I had been in love before, or what substituted for it. I had gazed into loving eyes gazing back at mine, had felt that terrible longing that separation brought, had felt the angst of love's demise, the loneliness of lost illusions. I had been around. At 27 years old, I thought that schoolgirl crushes were behind me. I had a good job, I was making good money. I had been places, vacations, work trips, school. I knew better, sure. But I did it anyway.

  I met Nikos on one of those silly cruises around Manhattan. I had gone on a whim one afternoon when the phone calls, clients and the general mayhem of corporate life had driven me out of the office. The air was just warm enough to be a burden and the idea of a cool, stiff breeze over the water seemed tantalizing. Two hours of total freedom from the pressures of being a wonder woman in New York.

  The boat pulled away from the dock and I was standing by the forward railing for about fifteen minutes when I sensed a presence. I looked up saw this tall, dark haired stranger, staring at me. He eyes were warm and humorous, his jaw strong, shoulders broad. I paused a moment before looking away again, my eyes momentarily captured by the allure in his.

  Alone for several months, I had broken up with my last boyfriend out of sheer frustration. It was the last in a line of failed relationships with men, boys, really, too interested in themselves to have any interest in anyone else. It wasn’t that I didn’t get offers. I considered myself as moderately attractive, with thick, shoulder length, chestnut colored hair, a nice figure. My self- examination at my mirror each morning before I dressed, showed me breasts that more than filled my hands, a taut, flat belly, and pleasant features with no obvious deformity. Like most women, I was highly critical of my body and I always thought my hips a little too broad, my nose a little too big. I kept my pussy hair well trimmed, regularly painted my fingernails and toes and wore moderate makeup with just a little blush to make up for my somewhat pale skin.

  I had decided that I would no longer permit myself to engage in these borderline relationships, had cheered at my last football game, tortured my ears at my last heavy metal/punk/grunge concert, had put up with my last groping, fumbling quick shooter, beer on his breath and stains on his shorts. I would wait, nurture myself, avoid fools and boys, and if any prospective male companion wasn't right, well, I was young, educated, interesting. I could enjoy my own company for a while. I had lived in the city for about two years and I knew a few people, people who were just friends. I didn't need a lover, not at the expense of my personal tastes and standards. That's what I thought.

  Two hours later I was stepping off the boat onto the dock with my arm around Nikos', laughing, and, unknowingly, walking into a dark, demonic place in my own soul. We made love that night, his place, and again the next night at mine. I had never had a lover like him, my body on fire as he caressed my breasts and my loins. His touch seemed to light a passion in me like I had never known. After a week or so of this, I couldn't think of anything else. At work, I buzzed through my assignments, finishing in hours what before had taken me days. My boss was ecstatic, not knowing that my sole motivation was to end the day and to drink my fill of Nikos' physical love.

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