"Hey, Tim. I have a favor to ask." I said into the phone as I lounged on my sofa.
"Sure, what can I do you for?" his voice came back in my ears.
"Can you arrange for the station to be vacant for about half an hour sometime soon? I don't need inside, just the parking lot." I replied.
It was about two days since I had caught Erica with my cell phone, and a rough two days it had been. I believed her that she wasn't trying to call the cops, but I still had to discipline her for even touching my phone much less trying to unlock it. I had put her through experiences that Doc would have been proud of, but each time I was done I felt like throwing up. Even now I heard her moaning through the door to the dungeon, I would have to look at soundproofing that thing.
"Just a sec." I told Tim and moved to open the door.
"Shut the fuck up and take your punishment." I said to the poor sack of meat that hung on the wall.
Erica was bound to the St. Andrews Cross, her bruised, striped back facing me as a stark reminder of what I had done to her. Her tits were not much better and she groaned at the heavy weights that hung from the bulldog clips I had fastened to her sore nipples. She looked back at me with pain filled eyes as she tried to speak through the massive head harness ball gag she was wearing.
"Shut up, or I will add another six hours to your punishment." I said in a stern voice and she shuddered in fear at the prospect. She nodded and turned to sag in her bonds, whimpering quietly. I turned out the light and shut the door, leaving her alone with her pain.
"Sorry about that, had some slave issues I needed to address." I said into the phone as I threw myself down on the sofa again.
"No problem." Tim replied. "Had to deal with some of those myself, if you don't give them the lesson immediately they get confused over what you are pissed at them about. So, are you looking at doing some cop porn or something?"
"Nope, not yet. If I did, can you tell me where to find a real cop?" I replied.
"Pretty fucking dumb, from the guy asking the other guy for the favor asshole." He replied.
"Sorry, sorry. Listen, I just need the station for something for about half an hour, but no witnesses." I told him.
"Sure, how is Thursday at 7pm? Tom goes off shift then and Dick is always late because he has to drop his kids off with his ex that day. I can arrange to be out on a call so the place will be deserted."
"Perfect, that will be perfect." I answered, my plan falling into place.
"Alright, just make sure not to pull in past the dumpster. That is the edge of what the parking lot camera can cover if that matters." He said, then let out a whoop of joy.
"Sorry, got to go. Some asshole in an Audi just tripped my radar at 145." I heard his siren come on and gravel grind under his tires from wherever he had set up his speed trap. He cut the call so I set my phone down and took a deep breath. Then I picked up the new burner phone I had bought and made a call.
On Thursday night I was sitting in my car in the parking lot of the local cop shop. Just as Tim had promised, the place was lit up but deserted. I had seen his cruiser pulling out as I turned in and he gave me a thumbs up as he sped off. I pulled up next to the dumpster and angled my truck so that the rest of the access lane was blocked. There were a few visitor spots available and I stood in front of one of them. I was wearing dark glasses, an official looking wind breaker and dress slacks so I looked like your average TV detective. A short time later, a small compact car pulled up and parked in the spot in front of me. The door opened and a woman stepped out.
"Miss Ashley McCain?'' I asked.
"Yes" she eagerly replied. "Are you the detective who called me about Erica?"
"My name is Detective Colin Sullivan. Please no jokes about the name, I've heard them all." I replied in a bored tone. She just looked at me quizzically, and all of my reservations about what I was planning to do evaporated. If this bitch doesn't appreciate good theater, then she deserves what is coming to her.
Ashley McCain was almost a clone of her daughter, but 20 years older. Her hair was up in a bun but I could see it was the same curly strawberry blonde that had been in my lap so many times before. She had come directly from work so she was still wearing her white blouse, black skirt waitress uniform but she filled them both out well. Her tits were nicely mature, larger than her daughters and her hips gave her an appealing hourglass look.
I reached into the cab of my truck and pulled out a large zip lock bag with an official looking label on it. "Do you recognize these?"
Inside the bag were the shoes that Erica had worn the day she showed up at my boathouse. I had meant to get rid of them but always seemed to get distracted. Now they would serve my purpose nicely.
Ashley took them like a starving person grabbing at a plate of food. "Yes, yes these are Erica's." she gasped. "She put those laces in for the competition because they are her school colours. Where did you find them?" She looked up at me with a desperate hope in her eyes.
"Can you please follow me, there are some other things I want you to see before I make any conclusions." I reached out my hand. "I will need those back, they are evidence at the moment."
She reluctantly handed them over to me and turned to get back in her car as I climbed into the cab of my truck. I carefully pulled out of the parking lot, making sure that neither of us passed the dumpster and headed out in the opposite direction of my house. After taking a few confusing turns I pulled into my driveway and she pulled in behind me. She hopped out of her car and hurried up to where I was standing.
"What is this place, what does it have to do with Erica?" she asked breathlessly. Her chest strained against the buttons of her blouse as she took deep anxious breaths.
"I believe that the girls, or at least Erica, may have been here some time after the storm. There is a boat house down that trail where I found the shoes. If you don't mind, there are some other things I want to show you." I said as I waved her on down the trail.
She hurried ahead and once we had passed the edge of my house and out of sight of the driveway, I hit her with the tazer I had kept in my pocket.
"Aaaahhhh" she screamed as she collapsed onto the ground. I quickly rolled her over and slid a zip tie around her wrists. She was still twitching from the shock as I slapped a strip of duct tape over her mouth and another tie around her ankles. I had timed my attack so we were right next to the side door to my garage and I grabbed her under her arms and dragged her out of sight. Within 8 seconds she had gone from a free woman hoping to get news about her daughter, to my captive who was not going to like what she would find.
I hauled her into the rec room and threw her on the sofa. She was starting to come around and I could see her struggling against her bonds. I double checked that the ties were secure, then headed back out to clean up the scene. I picked up her purse and keys, then pulled her car into the garage. Closing the door, there was no sign that she had ever been there. I headed back into the house and crouched down in front of the sofa where she lay. Her wide, terrified eyes stared at me as she tugged fruitlessly against her bonds.
I pulled out the tazer and hit the switch, watching her eyes as the electric current arced between the contacts. "So, do I need to use this again or will you be a good girl for daddy?"
She shook her head, trying to shuffle back on the sofa away from me and my weapon.
"Good, now I am going to do you a favor and switch up those hard uncomfortable zip ties for something much nicer. If you co-operate, then I won't have to use this." I said, as I slid the tazer back into my jacket pocket. I pulled out a pair of cutters and snipped the plastic tie around her wrists, kneeling on her back to keep her arms behind her. I grabbed a pair of leather cuffs off of the end table and quickly secured them on her, fastening them together with the steel snap link. I repeated this with her ankles, leaving a short hobble chain so she could move then pulled the tape off her mouth.
"Please, please don't do this. Please let me go, I promise I aaahhhhh!" she screamed as I slapped her hard across the cheek.
"Shut up!" I barked and she cowered in fear. I knew that I wasn't the first man to have abused her and she quickly reverted to the behaviour that had kept her safe for most of her adult life. I grabbed the ball gag and held it up "Open wide."
She shook her head, but when I raised my hand again she froze then opened her mouth so I could shove it in. I buckled it tight behind her neck then wrapped a collar around her throat. I fastened a leash and pulled her to her feet.
"I promised you information about your daughter, and you will realize that I always keep my promises."
I led her to the door to the dungeon and took her inside. Her eyes widened as she saw the equipment, then she let out a strangled gasp when she realized who else was in there with us.
Erica was secured to the St Andrews cross again, but this time she was facing us. A matching ball gag filled her mouth, but a large black blindfold covered her eyes. She was naked and her abused body was still purple with bruises from her last beating.
Ashley screamed into her gag when she saw her daughter. She lunged toward her but I pulled her up short with the leash. I hauled her back against the far wall, fastening the leash to a hook in the ceiling. She tugged futilely at it as I walked over to where Erica was bound. I had put headphones in her ears playing white noise so she was completely oblivious to anything that was going on.
Erica flinched when I slid my hand between her legs, but then started grinding her crotch against my questing fingers. She moaned into her gag, looking around futilely at where she thought I might be standing. Her hands clenched into fists and she raised herself up on her toes, trying to slide her clit onto my probing thumb. I looked back at where Ashely struggled futilely in her bonds. Her face was red with exertion and some of the buttons on her blouse had torn open revealing that her tits were just as impressive as I had suspected.
