"I can't believe that this has happened here!" exclaimed Jim.
The Colonel was obviously very upset. "This is almost impossible
to
understand. I don't see how anyone could have these keys, much less
get in and
out so easily."
Angelica, strapped up and gagged as she was, showed great concern.
What if
she were also taken while she were in a helplessly bound situation as well?
She struggled a bit in her webbing, but was quickly taken by Jim, and
shoved into the holding cell that Stacy only minutes before had occupied.
The
bolt slid shut and the lock turned. She could not hear the discussion
outside
of the door, only mumbled voices.
Jim tried to calm himself. "How many people have a key to this cell?"
"Right now, about four people," replied the Colonel. "It is possible,
however, that a terminated employee could have retained a duplicate key.
It is
not normal security procedure to change the locks on all the cells when
an
employee is terminated. Usually we do not expect our former employees
to be
coming and taking prisoners."
"Well, it appears that this should be worked into the procedures," Jim
said
icily. "How did they exit?"
"Probably by the utility entrance," replied the Colonel. He lead
Jim down
the hall and showed him the exit. The door was closed. Jim
tested it. It was
not locked.
"That pretty much tells the story," said Jim glumly. "A former employee,
or someone connected with a former employee was tipped off about her arrival,
which is actually what I intended, given a map of the facility, and marched
right in here and took her and left, knowing how to avoid the press.
I just
did not imagine that they would get the jump on us so fast."
"I suspect that we are dealing with a very informed type of individual.
If
that is the case, we will hear from them very soon. I recommend that
you and
the young lady go to the hotel and get some sleep, and then we can try
and deal
with this matter in the morning. You are no doubt badly in need of
sleep."
This was very true. Jim was exhausted. The pair went back to
Angelica's
cell, and the guard noisily turned the lock and slid back the bolt.
Angelica
stood right next to the cell door. She was in tears. Jim took
a handkerchief
and dried them, but he did not unstrap her or remove her prod gag.
"Come on, Angelica, let's go to our room," Jim said. He took her
by one
of the straps that tightly encircled her body and she shuffled forward,
restrained by her short length leg irons.
Angelica quickly calmed down as they left the cell that she had been
locked up in. Jim still had a press appearance to make, however,
and he
checked Angelica's bonds for maximum tightness, and adjusted her prod gag
so
that her cheeks bulged even more over the black leather gagstrap.
"Look pretty for the press," he said to Angelica. She nodded in
complicity, and got a 'distressed prisoner' look on her face, which was
all too
easy with her mouth-filling strap gag. Jim smiled.
Handing his briefcase to the lady guard, he took Angelica by her
crotchstrap and by the strap that ran under her breasts and propelled her
forward out to the waiting photographers. The pair slowly paraded
through a
myriad of flashes and shouted questions, but Jim did not stop for any of
them.
A taxi waited for them, and when they arrived there, Jim took from his
jacket
pocket the silken black headbag that Stacy had worn on the jet as he had
made
his deal with Angelica, and looking Angelica in the eyes, he placed it
over her
head. She struggled as he did this, and the press increased their
photography
to take the sight all in. The bag was drawn shut about Angelica's
slim white
throat, and the cord was tightly tied in a double bow knot.
Since Jim knew that the ride to the hotel was only about five minutes,
he
did not bother to tie Angelica's knees together. Angelica was obviously
very
uncomfortable the way she was restrained. The leather straps, leg
irons, the
cord pulling her elbows tightly together, and her face restraints, the
prod gag
deep in her throat as well as the head bag, all combined to thoroughly
imprison
her body. She struggled instinctively, but this was painful.
Her spirit would
not allow these bonds to defeat her, and she struggled again. Jim
held her
throughout the ride, and tightened his grip when she meekly struggled.
He
could hear her gasping inside her headbag. Jim said to her, "We will
be at the
room soon." She seemed to relax and calm down some.
The cab arrived at the hotel and the glitter of the photographer's flashes.
Jim helped the blinded Angelica out of the cab, and stood her by the cab
door
as he worked to loose the cord that held the headbag about her throat.
When it
was loose, he stepped around behind her, allowing the newsmen in close,
and
with a flourish, removed the bag by pulling upward quickly, and then releasing
his hold on the straps that encircled Angelica's slim body. With
a flurry of
dark curled tresses and flashing eyes, Angelica shook off the offending
bag as
Jim lifted up, but of course the prod that inserted itself into the back
of her
mouth remained locked firmly into place behind her neck.
After the press had taken a number of closeups of Angelica's face with
eyes
blazing over the horizontal blackness that covered and invaded her mouth,
Jim
moved her forward into the hotel. Most of the photographers dropped
off, but
several followed them into the hotel, with automatic wind cameras going
full
throttle to capture every angle of the lovely prisoner.
Checking in was prearranged by Lacy from Houston and therefore
instantaneous, and before Angelica knew it, they were up the elevator and
there
was no press. They were alone.
Angelica did not see any reason for Jim to continue holding her the way
he
did, with his right hand gripping firmly just under the strap around her
waist
to which the belt from her belly button that looped down through her handcuffs
had been buckled.
She tried to jerk away, and gave an annoyed whine. She was sure that
he
would let her go. Dropping his briefcase, Jim's hands tightened about
the
strap that ran underneath her breasts, and pulled her toward him and looked
her
directly in the eye. Angelica wondered if she kicked him in the groin
if it
would pull severely on her ankle chains. After a quick test by pulling
her
linked feet apart, she calculated that she could not reach his groin, and
would
only bruise her ankle.
Jim continued to look at her deeply. "Pull yourself together," he said
and
continued his upward pressure on her so effectively packaged body.
Wondering if he were going to rape her, she subsided her resistance.
Then
she acquiesced to Jim's firm grip on what was essentially a halter to her
crotch as a bit is halter to the mouth of a mare. This halter for a woman
used
to exercise a most basic form of control, the direction of body movement,
with
pain an disincentive for disobedience.
The elevator door opened, and on a tug from Jim, Angelica moved forward,
out into the hall. It was empty. The room key was produced,
and Angelica was
propelled into a luxurious hotel suite, much nicer than the type that she
usually stayed in on her trips to Mexico City.
She looked down, and saw her travel kit. Also, she saw bags that belonged
to her, Stacy and Jim. After the elevator incident, Angelica thought
that Jim
would throw her onto the bed and take her right there. Instead, he
locked the
hotel door with both the key and the chain lock, and began to search the
room,
looking carefully into the closets and under the beds and in the bathroom.
Seeing that it was preliminarily safe, he went over to Angelica, pulled
her
black tresses away from her ear and whispered, "Don't say anything important,
I
haven't checked for bugs yet." Angelica nodded, suspecting that this
might be
a prelude to the gag's extraction from her throat. She was right.
The lock
was released and the straps were undone, and the gag slid from her lips.
She
breathed heavily with relief.
"I hope that you aren't going to make me sleep in this contraption!" were
all the words that she could think of.