Whipped

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Dick Wolf owns everything.

Rating: T

Summary: A string of kidnappings and murders lead Olivia and Elliot to go undercover into a sex club. Note: My imagination ran wild, thanks to a specific 30 second clip from "Shadow."

"What have you got?" Detective Olivia Benson lifted the yellow police tape surrounding the entrance to an alley with her partner, Detective Elliot Stabler two steps behind.

"Female, 16-18 years old, strangled. Signs of spermicide and lubricant but no DNA." Medical Examiner Melinda Warner continued to inspect the body with her scientific eye.

"So our perp used a condom." Elliot said.

"There's more. She has scarring up and down her torso, bruising on 75% of her body in various stages of healing, and multiple restraint marks on both of her wrists and ankles."

"So she was tortured." Olivia said.

Warner nodded. "And from the looks of the body, it was over several months."

XxXxX

"Lauren Rollins. Dental records confirmed her identity. Ran away 2 years ago, parents live in Brooklyn." Olivia read from the file in her hand. They were standing around a series of monitors displaying all known information on the case.

"Margot Kinner and Hailey Maguire, all found the same way. Runaways, found tortured and strangled in alleys around the city." Stabler said, pointing to the photos of the other two girls.

"Kids run away all the time; what's so special about these four girls?" Fin asked.

"None of the parents believed they were runaways. They've offered rewards and filed kidnapping reports on all of them. The responding officers all investigated the scene and found no evidence of kidnapping." Cragen said, checking the files from Missing Persons. "We also have a report of another missing girl, Anne Jessop. No body has been found yet, but her profile fits the pattern."

"Let's go talk to the mother." Olivia said, making direct eye contact with Elliot.

XxXxX

Mrs. Jessop greeted the two detectives at her front door. Her face was marred with red blotches and her eyes were still wet from tears.

"Mrs. Jessop, I realize this is a difficult time for you, but we need to ask you a few questions." Olivia spoke in a kind tone, one that usually proved effective in getting witnesses and victims to open up to her.

"Was your daughter in any trouble, ma'am?" Elliot asked.

"No, just the opposite. Annie was a very happy child." Mrs. Jessop said.

"What do you mean by that, Mrs. Jessop?" Olivia asked.

"She was a straight-A student, vice-president of her class, active in sports and extra curricular activites…she had no reason to runaway. She was even accepted to Northeastern University in Boston with a full scholarship next year." A fresh set of tears poured down her face again.

"Mrs. Jessop, I realize this is tough for you, but had you noticed anything odd right before she disappeared? A slip in grades, a boyfriend, changes in her mood…anything that might have been out of the ordinary?" Olivia leaned in, listening intently.

"No, nothing like that. She went to school one morning and never came home."

Olivia nodded. "Ok, thank you for your time."

Olivia and Elliot stepped down the front stairs to the Jessop home and got into the car. They had heard similar stories from all four families. Good kids, model students, girls with absolutely no reason to run away.

"You know, El, the more I think about this, the more a kidnapping fits. I don't think these girls ran away at all."

XxXxX

"Elliot, Olivia, come in here. There's something you've gotta see." Fin called out to them as soon as the walked into the squad room. He had a VCR and monitor set up, and he pushed "play."

"That's Lauren." Olivia said as she watched the scene play out in front of her. She, Elliot, and Fin remained emotionless as they witnessed and old-fashioned slave auction take place.

"Wait a minute, pause that." Elliot said. "Go back…ok, zoom in on the top corner." The picture was enhanced. "See that, Liv?"

"That's Anne Jessop."

"Look behind her. There's a sign…A-l-t, then L-i…" Elliot said, squinting at the monitor.

"Alternate Lives?" Olivia said, picking up a bag on her desk.

"Could be, why?" he turned to her.

"It's on the condom wrapper we found at the scene. Let's go check it out." she said.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa…" Fin said. "You can't just walk in there. I've heard about that place."

"Heard what?" Olivia asked.

"It's a pretty hard core BDSM joint. You can't get past the front room without a formal invitation. We've had cops in and out of there and never found a thing. We got people in there, but bouncers and bartenders. No one in the VIP room, which is probably where stuff is going down."

"Then how do you know it's a BDSM joint?" Elliot asked.

"There have been reports of people coming out of there, in restraints and gags. None of them ever seemed like they were in any trouble, and we could never prove anything, so nothing was ever done. But trust me, you can't waltz in there, flash a badge and expect to get answers."

"Then what do we do?" Elliot asked.

"You play the part." Fin answered, looking up at him.

"Wait, wait, wait…you want me to tie up Liv and parade her around? Not gonna happen."

"I've got a better idea." Liv said.

XxXxX

A black limo pulled up in front of the club. Elliot stepped out, wearing a black button down dress shirt, black pants, and black boots as a bouncer came to talk to them. He turned back and offered his hand. A black glove took it, following by Olivia gracefully slipping out of the backseat, dressed completely in black, down to the black heeled leather boots on her feet. Her very presence oozed control.

"Madame," the bouncer took her gloved hand and kissed it. "How many we assist you tonight?"

Elliot shook the man's hand, "James." he said, then gestured toward Olivia. "My wife, Alexis. Her birthday is today, and we are out shopping for a…special gift."

"You've come to the right place. Right this way." A second man greeted them inside.

"Hello, my friends. I am Antoine. How can we assist you tonight?" He extended his hand to Elliot.

"James." He placed his hand on the small of Olivia's back, and she stepped forward, extending her hand as well. "This is my wife, Alexis." Antoine took her hand and kissed it. "What might you be in the market for tonight?"

"I have high standards. I'm not looking for just any playtoy. This one must be…special." she answered in a sultry voice.

"I'm sure we can accommodate your needs. Come with me." Antoine ushered them into a back room. Around the edges of the room were tables with a single candle on them. In the center of the room, various customers were engaged in bondage scenes of varying degrees. Antoine showed them to a table.

"See anything you like, Mistress?"

"Foreigners, mistreated and scarred…this is no different from the other suppliers we've seen, and quite frankly, it bores me. James, I thought you said this place was the best." She flashed her eyes at Elliot, who felt a chill run through him. Liv was really getting into the part. She was so convincing, he almost believed her himself.

"I assure you, Mistress, we are the best. Perhaps you could describe what you are looking for?" A smile curled on Liv's lips.

"A girl. American, obedient, but unblemished. Your typical girl-next-door. I'll settle for a little rough around the edges. No matter what, I'll have to train her to suit my specific needs." Antoine looked at Elliot.

"You heard her. And, since it's her birthday, she gets whatever she wants." he said.

"I think I have just the girl." Antoine snapped his fingers. A muscular man dressed in leather pants only came to the table. Antoine whispered something in his ear. The man disappeared and returned with Anne Jessop. Her hands were tied in front of her and she looked terrified, but otherwise unharmed.

"She just came in two days ago. We haven't had time to give her much training, but she'll break easily enough." Olivia stood and walked over to the girl. She circled her, eyeing the girl's body.

"Her skin is flawless, no marks or needle tracks. And she's blonde…" Olivia looked up at Elliot with a sly smile. Elliot looked back at Antoine.

"She has a thing for blondes." he explained. Olivia continued her assessment of the girl. She pulled her lips to inspect her teeth.

"Good teeth, her eyes aren't bloodshot." she paused and straightened herself in front of the girl. "Kneel." she seethed. The girl immediately fell to her knees, gazing downward.

"What do you think, honey?" Elliot said, standing to put an arm around her waist. Olivia leaned into the embrace.

"She's magnificent." she turned back to Antoine. "How much?"

"Two million." he said.

"Oh, come on now, two million? She's hardly worth that. She's young, inexperienced…I'll have to do most of the work myself to break her in. 750." Olivia said.

"Fully trained, she would be worth much more than that. She is still a virgin. For you, 1.5" he said.

"Done. James?" Elliot handled the transaction. Olivia turned back to the girl.

"Get up. Now move." she led the girl out, followed by Elliot. Putting her into the limo, she climbed in, followed by Elliot. She picked up the portable radio and issued a command. Police swarmed the club. The girl in the limo started to cry. Olivia put her hands on the girl's arms.

"Anne, Anne, it's ok. I'm a police officer. You're safe now."

"No, you're trying to trick me! Please don't, I'll be obedient. I'll do whatever you want me to." she curled into a ball. Olivia picked up her badge and showed it to Anne.

"No, honey, it's ok. See? I'm Detective Benson from Special Victims Unit. It's over. We're going to get you back to your parents." She slid over to the seat Anne was sitting on and put her arms around her. Elliot watched the scene play out in front of him. This could be my daughter. he thought. This girl has been through hell.

XxXxX

Dr. Huang had taken Anne up to the lounge to talk to her and reunite her with her parents. Both Olivia and Elliot had gone to the locker room to change into more professional attire. Elliot was staring at Olivia.

"What?" she asked.

"You were scary in there." he said. "You acted like you've done this before."

"Elliot, don't even go there. Call it 11 years in this unit. I've picked up a few things. The truth is, it made me sick. It made me sick to be in there, and it made me sick to say and do those things, but all I could think about was the 17-year-old girl that needed our help."

"If you say so." He turned back into his locker. Of course she wouldn't have actually done anything like that. She was right. They had seen too much on this unit.

"Come on. There's a scumbag waiting for us to grill him."

XxXxX

"Antoine, that was a nice little business you had going on in that club. Do you enjoy kidnapping and selling teenagers?" Olivia leaned over the table as she said the last part. Elliot sat in another chair and listened.

Antoine remained silent.

"Not gonna answer me, huh? You know, that pisses me off, and when I get pissed off…"

"You don't want to see that, trust me." Elliot butted in. "She's been having some issues with controlling her rage."

"And nothing infuriates me more than bullies kidnapping girls with bright futures and selling them off like cheap accessories."

"Those girls had nothing. I gave them a new life and a new purpose."

"As sex toys? Admit it, you kidnapped them, raped and tortured them, and when you couldn't sell them, you killed them." Olivia was hitting her stride.

"You know, if I were in your shoes, I'd just tell her what you know. It's safer that way." Elliot said. "I'll tell you a secret…I'm only here to make sure she doesn't kick your ass."

"I want a deal." Olivia scoffed. She leaned up against the two-way mirror and shook her head.

"Now wait a minute, let's hear him out. What can you tell us that could work in your favor?"

"I didn't kidnap those girls, but I know who did. I'll talk for a deal." Olivia threw herself over the table. Elliot grabbed her by the forearm.

"Detective, a word?" They stepped out of the interview room into the observation room.

"Nice job in there." Elliot said.

"Thanks, you weren't so bad yourself." Olivia quipped back.

"If you two are finished congratulating yourselves, let's talk. My office will cut him a deal, but he has to give up everyone involved. I'll take it from here. Good work, Detectives." ADA Jo Marlowe slid past them and into the interview room. Elliot and Olivia headed towards their desks to finish up their paperwork on the case.

"That was fun. You need to let me be bad cop more often." Olivia said, giving Elliot a friendly jab.

"I'll think about it, if you behave yourself." he said with a smirk. She rolled her eyes.

"I've had enough behavior play for a very long time."

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