Idnap Rescue: 750 Words

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750 Word Project 2025

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Cautiously I opened the heavy metal door and let myself into the derelict garage. I paused, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dusty light and breathed in the faded smells of gasoline, oil and rusting metal. From the left I heard the distant murmur of voices. Unholstering my Colt I crept forwards, careful not to disturb the mounds of old wire, abandoned auto parts and junk that littered the cement floor and peered around a pile of worn tires.

Dimly lit by a skylight I saw more than I needed. Chained to an overhead beam was the tycoon's daughter, Helena. She was completely naked. Her arms were cruelly stretched; her wrists cuffed leaving her fully exposed. Tremors of fear and stress shook her. I took in her creamy white body; long blond hair now dirty and unkempt, full breasts rising and falling with her breaths, the twin tips of her pink nipples, the gentle swell of her belly leading the eye down to her soft pubic mound with that delicate slit between her long, toned legs. She stood on tiptoes her calf muscles hard with strain. Helena opened her mouth and panted.

"Please, let me go. I'll make sure you get the ransom money." Her voice was piteous.

Despite myself I grew hard and I shifted position.

In front of her sat two men wearing cheap suits sat at a table, smoking. One stood, picked up a knife and started tickling Helena's nipples with the point. They stiffened like bullets and she squirmed delightfully as she tried to get away.

"No, don't," she sobbed.

"You like this, bitch," he said in an East European accent. "Soon, we plays more, yes, then we gets money. How much your father pays for damaged goods?" He laughed.

The other man was cleaning and assembling an automatic. Glancing around I couldn't see anyone else. Now was a good time.

I stepped around the tires.

"Freeze, assholes," I shouted. My voice echoed round the garage and several pigeons took fright and wheeled around the skylight.

They turned to face me. The man with the pistol realized he had no chance and leapt up, his chair crashing to the cement floor and jetted off, dodging around an ancient truck and racing down a corridor. Knifeman gaped, dropped his blade and followed his pal.

I ran over to Helena and held her in my arms. Her rounded breasts pressed through my jacket and I felt her heat. I brushed away her tears and wanted to kiss her, to reassure her, but didn't have time.

"You're safe now. I'll be back in a minute," I promised as I ran down the corridor after the kidnappers.

It was lined with empty offices but the fire exit at the far end stood open letting in smoky gray sky and highway noises. I stepped outside and saw the men waiting for me. I came to a dead stop.

Slowly reaching into a pocket I pulled out a thick envelope.

"Here's the rest of the cabbage. I was you, I'd get out of town for a while," I said.

Knifeman took it and riffled through the greenbacks. "Thanks, pard. She's all yours." The accent had vanished. I fired twice in the air, the shots echoing off the brickwork. We shook hands then they hurried to a Chevy and drove off.

I walked back to where Helena was chained.

"They got away but I'm sure we'll hunt down those hoodlums and make them pay."

I picked up a key from the table and unsnapped the padlock. Helena fell into my arms, her whole body trembling with relief as well as tension and stress. I held her close, inhaling her perfume, enjoying the feel of this beautiful naked woman against me.

"Thank you, thank you," Helena cried. "You saved me."

I shrugged as she wept on my shoulder with gratitude as I caressed her.

"I thought I was going to die, I never thought anyone would save me but you came through. I should have known you would." With that she cupped my face in her hands and kissed me full on the lips with passion, her blue eyes looking up into mine. I kissed her back and she didn't kick up a fuss.

There was a big crack in her armor now. The businessman's daughter had always thought herself too good for a lowly detective but now I felt I had more than a chance if I carried on playing my cards right...