The night had started out alright enough. It had taken some searching but the curvy, middle aged PI had finally found where the geek bastard was holed up. He was hiding in a vacant apartment building in the shadier side of town. Both the twisted pervert and his "collection" of brainwashed young coeds.
The PI spent the prior day staking the building out to make sure it was the right place and to figure out when it was safe to go in. She had sat long enough to eventually spot each of the girls that the sick creep had taken. All were blondes, each perky and cute. His other mind controlled captives were also co-eds from expensive schools like the Senator's daughter.
He had a type, like all the Creeps had a type. Tangela sighed, that type was almost always blonde, skinny and under 25. She looked at herself in the car mirror and shrugged.
Tangela thought she hadn't lost much of her considerable appeal since she turned 30, in fact she often thought she was getting even sexier. The pounds she had gained had gone mainly to her already ample breasts and though her onion shaped ass was a little bigger each year she knew most men would still openly stare if she swung her hips passing them by.
It was raining hard that night. The PI almost didn't see the Creep when he finally went out. Maybe he was heading for the college bars to scout for Sweetheart Number 4; maybe he just needed a drink. But Tangela finally had her chance.
As she exited her Lincoln, the PI thought one last time about just calling the cops. They would get all the girls back immediately, not just her girl. But Tangela knew her client was paying her not only to get their daughter back, but to keep her out of any official reports.
Of course, she would call the city cops when she was done, and hoped the Creep would not return in time and move them before the squad cars got there. It usually took them a lot longer to respond in this part of town, but they should have time.
The thick woman jogged across the rain slicked street to the apartment door. She got through his door in minutes. She still knew how to work a lock, at least the cheap ones you found in places like this.
Tangela slowly crept through the hallway, peeking in each room until she reached a rear side room, where the Senator's Darling Little Girl was sleeping. The kidnapped, mind controlled student was naked, on top of the covers. Her hair was mussed, and she still wore black net stockings and a leather collar. The foot long dildo and gag beside her showed the Creep had been active with his new captive.
She crept over gingerly to the dozing sorority queen, covered her mouth with her large ebony hand, and whispered the Embedded Trigger, implanted as precaution years before, into the waking girl's ear: "Azure Teddy Bear"
The girl sat up, her doe like eyes blinking wide, with a confused half blank stare. As Tangela removed her hand, the questions poured out: "Where am I? Where...What is going on? Wait. Wait. I think I know you, right? ".
Same dumb questions the girls always had when they were retrieved. And the waking student asked them a little bit loudly to boot. Tangela quickly gave another Command for her to go unconscious and turned to scan the door and hallway.
Tangela did not see the other girls under the covers near the Senator's daughter, until the blankets started to move. Tangela knew all hell was about to break loose.
The Senator from Ohio's daughter couldn't have been more than 110 pounds (100 without the silicon), and Tangela was pushing 170 and an ex-fed to boot. She just yanked sweet miss used-to-be-pure over her shoulder.
The older ebony rescuer flipped over the mattress with a breathy heave, flipping the other "collected" girls into a tangle on the floor and started to run for the door. Maybe she could get her charge out of there before the other mind controlled sluts could react.
The PI sprinted for the door, her wide soft D cups flopping up and down in giant waves, her client's firmer exposed C's shaking left to right across her back.
Tangela had almost made it when 5'3" inches of private college cheerleader threw a hard kick from nowhere. This was followed by a surprisingly hard kick to Tangela's stomach.
The cheerleader was much smaller than the PI, but she was 19, angry and in the best shape of her life. She even landed two punches to the black woman's chin and eye, before the PI was able to push her backwards.
Tangela's assailant was also completely naked except for large silver loops hanging from her grapefruit sized breasts and Go Eagles tattoos on her left ass-check. And the thoroughly brainwashed little spark-plug was not letting her Master's property get out of that the apartment without a fight.
"Let her go, you ugly fat whore." the nipple pierced blonde barked harshly, picking up a lamp to throw. "You let her go now? You, you, you COW!"
Well, the PI shrugged, that's why she always carried a stungun. She smirked as the young coed went down screaming, lamp and all.
Then another little victim of the Creep had gotten to them and tried to grab black woman. Tangela smiled, luckily this girl couldn't fight for shit, but stopped smiling as she started pulling the private detective long locks and scratching at her face, until Tangela was finally able to pin her with a thick, well muscled leg and pressed the stungun to her shoulder.
Pausing a few moments to handcuff the two brainwashed blondes to the radiator, Tangela gathered her unresisting target and headed for the door. As the manacled girls curses echoed down the hall, the PI finally turned to say "I AM NOT ... FAT, you skinny little bimbos. I'm what a real woman looks like. Anyway, hang tight, help will be here soon."
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It was after midnight when Tangela Jones finally made it back to her office. She spent an hour making calls and pulling strings to get an honest cop to get to the other girls in time, maybe even get the Creep. Then the detective dropped off the Senator's Formerly Innocent Daughter with the Reconditioning Team.
Tangela nursed her jaw. She moved behind the expensive wooden desk in her rich wood paneled office. This whole side of town had seen better days as had her address, but the interior of well appointed office belied its humble exterior.
She picked up her secured phone to call Dr. George, her former boss, almost lover and on and off best customer after she finally stopped working in Uncle Sam's alphabet soup.
She asked him "George, about that protection we discussed, it is getting a little hairy out there, and it might be time."
The deep voice on the phone answered, "I figured you might call about that, heard you had a pretty rough evening tonight. Anyway my man just did the drop off.
By the way, this one is on the house, you can figure out a way to properly thank me later."
She slugged three fingers of cheap scotch down and dropped the ice cubes into a cloth for her bruised chin. It had been one of those nights.