A/N: Here is chapter 14. It gets a little disturbing as the captor makes his first appearance with Maddie. So, be warned.
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CANDYLOU: Over the years I have written many HB FF stories. I just have chosen not to publish many of them here since they span many years and to be honest, I am my own worst critic. My point in saying it though, is that I have written a lot of F&J focused stories that seemed more adherent to the original canon. I reached a point where I felt the need to flesh out some of the supporting characters and give them the most 'screen time' as it were. This choice has no doubt cost me the readership of a number of people in this forum who prefer to read the F/J centric stories. And I am ok with that. The time I do give F & J tends to be, I suppose, a less flattering portrayal. They have issues. They aren't perfect. I think the overall characterizations from 'Atlantic City' and 'Beyond' do give everyone their fair share of burdens. And yes, compared to other stories here, it can perhaps present a sadness. The idea that Frank and Joe have run out of gas, or have just lost interest in living up to that 'I will stop at nothing' perception. I get it. But I encourage you to keep it in perspective and understand that this is but one entry. I do tend to feel that Frank was a pivotal force is helping Chet pull his head out and address the things that are really important. And as I noted before, the story isn't over yet.
CASEYKAM: Thanks for taking the time to write. In reply to your review I'd probably say this. With regards to the 'boinking' I really feel that the bedroom scenes in this installment have been much more left to the imagination compared to 'Falling from the sky' and 'Atlantic City'. If you read those, you probably noted that the 'boinking' was written in greater detail. In this installment I have shown a fair amount of restraint. Yes, there are scenes where it is clear that a sexual encounter happened. But I feel detail has been quite limited compared to other stories (published and unpublished). With regard to the question "Where are the kids?" I must confess that I fall into the same trappings which many authors and screen writers tend to use. A couple have kids, but you do not often see or read about them. I feel that unless the story pivots around children that you can only insert their presence so much. Though I will confess that I have not really implemented too many mentions. Ironically, the next chapter that I had written last week does acknowledge the younger kids. But it doesn't really give them 'screen time'. It's a well established notion in many books, movies and TV shows. The kid exists, but if they are not really key to plot movement, they just spend a lot of time with the grandparents or babysitters. I don't necessarily take pride in using this tactic. I think with Frank's child it has been alluded to that as he is divorced and it's presumed that Tiffany has primarycustody. I don't feel that Frank has in any way abandoned his child. Granted, I never fleshed that out. But it has been avoided mainly because Frank is not considered a primary character thus far in this installment.
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-14-
Frank looked up from his desk at Chet. He had just looked at the telltale photo which indicated the exit 310 sign. Frank took a breath and exhaled slowly.
"No excuses, Chet. We should have seen it." Chet shrugged.
"I didn't bring the picture here to cast judgment on you, Frank. That won't get us anywhere. I just wanted to let you know that it seems there is some strong indicators pointing to Virginia." Frank nodded.
"That's true. Heather Norton was found there. This morning we got the FBI report that perhaps as many as 14 abductions may be tied to the same guy. We previously thought it was less. Perhaps 9. But we know nothing for certain since some of these cases are simply speculated as they fit the profile." He tossed his pen down on the desk. "Though the feds don't exactly give us a detailed account of each case. We are a local PD." He looked over at him thoughtfully. "But I would agree, Chet. There may be some answers in Virginia. I assume you are thinking of going down where Heather Norton was found? Mountain areas to the west of the interstate?" Chet nodded.
"Yeah. Winchester Virginia is the exit from the photo." Frank looked back at him.
"Potential exit." Chet shot him a sideways glance. "Ok, probable exit. But you know what I mean, man. As police we have to stick to the facts. This guy could have taken Heather Norton hundreds of miles from where he was holding her. And Jaime could have taken the picture of the exit simply because the opportunity presented itself. No way of saying for sure there is anything concrete to tie the guy to the area."
"Ok, Frank. Let me ask you this. If you were in my shoes and not a cop, what would you do at this juncture? Play spin the bottle on a road map, or play a hunch and head to Virginia?" Frank nodded.
"Exactly what you are doing." Chet held his palms out.
"There ya go."
"I will give all the info to dad when he gets back to town. I'm sure he would be happy to lend a hand." Chet nodded.
"I appreciate that, Frank. We need all the help we can get. We couldn't glean much from the initial reports. Do they FBI have any kind of profile?"
"Nothing definite, Chet. We sent you the basic profile. The probables. But that's just what they are. Which is why we can attribute anywhere from 6 to 14 cases to this guy. Other than Heather Norton turning up, we don't have much to work with. The guy could be a collector, in which case you are going to really need to dig to find him. Maybe he is working the traffic rings. But it's hard to wonder why Norton turned up dead. If we're dealing with a trafficking ring, it would be bad business to knock off your valuable assets."
Chet closed his eyes for several moments. He said a silent prayer. Frank saw that his friend was worn down from it all.
"6 to 14 cases? This is the reason I have to get involved, Frank. The feds are shooting in the dark. With all these girls going missing, I would have expected a much better profile on this guy." Frank leaned back in his office chair and put his foot on the desk.
"Chet, I can take the criticism. But if you go down to the mountain areas of Virginia casting judgment on the local sheriff's department, you are going to get ignored. Some of those departments don't take well to northerners coming around to tell them what a rotten job they are doing. You also shouldn't expect any kind of task force in place if you go down inquiring of the local police. With there being a fair degree of laziness and corruption in some departments, don't expect much. Also, they aren't very sweet and kind towards PIs. You also need to consider that there are a Lot of missing teen girls. Every day dozens of girls from each state go missing. Some are legitimately taken against their wills. The others are just tired of life at home, or they go meeting people off the net. I could give several more reasons why they get reported missing, but have nothing to do with kidnapping. So, it really may not be a full 14 that this guy has snagged. Profiling and connecting possible victims to an active perp is playing statistical probabilities based on data. And it's hardly perfect or an exact science." Chet sat back and gave a dissatisfied nod.
"We will keep our cool when we go down there, Frank. I hear what you are saying. It is all these damn unknowns that are eating away at me. I really want to be on my game. But when your kid is one of the missing, it gets real personal, real fast!"
"Just remember to be careful. The guy isn't firing on all cylinders."
"That much is certain, my friend." Frank looked at the dejected expression on Chet's face. He felt genuinely bad for his friend. He wished he had more ability to help. But the perp was in all likelihood out of their jurisdiction.
"I would recommend you get some off-road wheels if you are going down there. Some of those little hole in the wall areas in the Virginia mountains are hard to get access to." Frank paused thoughtfully. "And you should probably go down there sufficiently armed. Not that that has ever been an issue for you back in the day." He smirked. Chet's eyebrows perked a bit when he heard this. He managed a knowing grin as he recollected a time when he was still investigating with Frank and Joe. Chet would always get ribbed for coming over prepared.
"Yeah, guess I should buy a gun or two. Maybe some tents and camping gear." Frank nodded, attempting to keep a straight face.
"Just be careful. I'd also try to not appear that you are coming from out of town. Wait..." he corrected himself. "I mean don't give them the impression you are from the north and rich."
"What are you suggesting?" Frank pursed his lips thoughtfully.
"I'd try to be as rustic as possible."
"Rustic? So, I should be a redneck?" Frank gave a slight nod.
"Well, when in Rome. If they see you as one of them it will be far easier to find out info that might be of benefit. Just wear shabby clothes and don't shave much." Chet thought about it for a moment and nodded.
"I see your point. Yeah, I can probably pull that off."
"Also, try to tell your wife not to go down there breaking doors down. She is going to go down there flashing her ticket to do her investigating underway. Just keep in mind that some of the locals are likely to put distance between that and themselves. If I were you, I'd let her do her thing within reason. But keep your distance. It may serve to some benefit if they don't connect you as someone investigating a kidnapping. You will be able to gain more trust that way."
"Suppose you are right. Maybe if I appear to be just some local. Let Cal do the official door knocking and maybe I can lay back and work from a different position. Definitely food for thought."
"I really hope you find her, man. Keep your cool. I will email you any other alerts or intelligence we gather." Chet nodded slightly, then stood up. Frank walked around his desk and embraced his friend. "We are here for you. If you need anything, just call me. ok?"
"Yeah. I can do that. Thanks again, pal."
"So, you nervous?" Aimee asked Iola, who just poured herself another cup of coffee at the Morton farm kitchen table. Iola looked across the table to her.
"Well, I just got so much shit going on I guess. Feel like everything is happening without my consent. I have no control over it. I don't want to unload any of my domestic issues of Cal. She has way too much to worry about."
"I'm still blown away at what Joe told you." Iola nodded quietly. She looked down at her cup.
"I know. I just had to tell my son that mom and dad are working out some problems. That mommy had to go and help Aunt Callie. But it's hard not filling in the blanks that he obviously asked about. Deferring it to grandma, who doesn't exactly have the full story either isn't ideal. But mom and pop know I have to help Callie. But, I felt like crap telling Joey I had to go away for several days." She pressed her eyes closed and shook her head. Doing her best to avoid the emotions that were surfacing. "But I just can't think about Joe right now. I can't wrap my head around what he did and what he said. It will screw with my focus. I need to be at the top of my game to help Callie." Aimee looked down with a sober expression.
"I don't know if I could be as strong as you. There are a lot of tough choices you have to make." She looked down at her phone to check the time. "When will Cal be back?"
"Shouldn't be much longer. She was just going to pack some clothes and get her laptop and a few necessities for the trip. I know she was also going to stop at her moms to see the girls. I'm sure she won't be long. My bigger question is where is Chet? He went to check in with Frank, but that was hours ago."
A few minutes wait and Callie's Toyota could be seen coming down the long drive towards the house.
"Here she comes." Aimee said with some relief. The two walked out the front porch door and down the steps. A few moments later, Callie pulled up. She got out and turned to the back hatch and let it rise up into the air. With a grunt she pulled out two large bags and started towards the house.
"Hey, girl." Iola called over to her. "I thought we were taking your ride?" Callie paused and looked over to them. She shook her head.
"I just talked to Chet. Frank told him that some of the areas down there can be rough and it might be best if we had a large four-wheel drive. So, he is picking up a more appropriate vehicle. According to Frank, some of those mountain areas may require camping. So, he said he was going to stop off and get a few things."
"Ah." Iola mused aloud. "Get ready for overkill. If the old days are any indicator." Callie gave a smile.
"For sure." Aimee looked at them a bit confused.
"What do you guys mean?" Iola pursed her lips and gave a sideways look to Callie.
"Oh, well when Chet was an investigator back in the day with Frank and Joe, he was always a proponent of being prepared on a case. The problem was is that he was usually way overprepared. If it involved camping or outdoor investigation he would often bring enough supplies to be out for a month. It was kind of funny sometimes. Frank and Joe would end up carrying way more than they bargained for."
"Oh!" Aimee smiled. "Now it makes sense."
"He shouldn't be much longer. He said Frank was talking to him about keeping the right image down in the Virginia mountains."
"Well, it's good Frank had a chat with him. Probably was just warning him not to go down there acting like he was too snobby or anything. In case the Hamptons lifestyle reared its head." Callie nodded.
"Yeah, I kind of forgot we would be going down into a different culture if we hit the backwoods."
The sobering thought of where her daughter was just kept gnawing at Callie. A stiff breeze blew and she crossed her arms around herself and looked out into the pasture. The unknown was getting to her. Was Maddie in Virginia? If so, where? What did the person who took her want to do with her? The various possibilities that clouded her mind brought a tear to her eye. She closed her eyes and tilted her head down and said a silent prayer. She felt Iola's hand caress her back.
"She is going to be ok. You know that, right?" Callie gave a slight nod, but was on the verge of crying. She fought herself not to be weak. It was important to keep up a strong front and move forward. Maddie needed her.
"Yeah." Callie rasped and then took a deep breath. After blinking several times, she turned back towards her companions. "We need to get down there and find her. It's as simple as that. Nothing will stop me." She said evenly. Iola and Aimee both nodded their agreement. They knew Callie needed their support.
Another five minutes wait brought them their reward. In the distance they saw an unfamiliar vehicle headed down the drive. It appeared to be a four door Jeep like vehicle and was a grey green color. A few moments later, the vehicle pulled up near Callie's Toyota. The front grill of the vehicle had a symbol of a kicking horse.
"New Bronco." Iola observed. "These just came out. I don't even want to ask him what he paid..." Her words were cut off as Callie and Aimee had both fixed a stare upon Chet as he got out.
"What the Hell..." Callie said with a perplexed look. Chet stepped forward. He had gotten a haircut that was a shorter crew style cut that you might see on a retired member of the military. He wore a dark green long sleeve t-shirt with a khaki vest over it. Short pants and combat styled work boots. Chet also sported a pair of yellow lens glasses that hung off his vest to round out his look. "Chet? Sweetie.. what did you do?" Her husband smiled at her.
"Well, Frank recommended I get a little more of a rustic look going on." Callie nodded, trying to keep a straight face.
"Oh, well, I think you achieved it." Aimee pointed to him and smiled.
"Oh my God! You know who you look like? He was in that movie. One of my favorites. The Big Lebowski. You look just like the character, Walter! That is so cool!" Callie and Iola both looked over at Aimee, who was clearly approving of Chet's new look. They had never really observed Aimee taking a positive or interested look when she was around a man. She reached over and ran her hand along his vest to look at it. she touched the glasses. "Wow, you even have the glasses!" Iola shot Callie a sideways glance.
"Oh my. He's charmed the young lass without even knowing it." She murmured. Callie gave a short nod, her lips cracked into a smile.
Chet blushed slightly, and nodded.
"Well, it is one of my favorite movies as well. I think it's a good look to go with." Iola thought for a moment.
"Oh, that movie! Uh, well bro, I guess I'd have to agree. You do look like John Goodman's character. So, I guess you will fit in pretty well... down there." She looked over at Callie. "Say, Cal, can you give me a hand in the house with my bags?" Callie nodded.
"Sure, girl." They slowly started to walk away. Aimee clapped her hands together once, still enamored by Chet's look.
"Do you have a gun like Walter had?" She asked. Chet smiled and gave a sheepish nod. Callie and Iola looked over their shoulder briefly watching the interaction, then exchanged glances. They continued to walk into the house. Iola looked at Callie with a somewhat bewildered expression.
"Ok, that's a little freaky. And I don't mean Chet's getup." Callie gave a half smile and shrug.
"Oh, girl, while I agree that came a little out of left field, I am just happy that Aimee and Chet are just getting along. If Chet changing his look makes it easier for Aimee to relate to him, I don't see much harm." She smirked. "God, I hated that movie though. The whole stoner thing Bridge's had going on just didn't do much for me. I only watched it once. But Chet has watched it a number of times." Iola seemed a bit more concerned as she continued to look out the window.
"I'm just trying to figure out why my brother wearing a John Goodman ex-military guy Halloween costume is exciting a much younger woman like Aimee." Callie giggled and waved it off.
"You didn't know that the movie is a cult classic? I may not care for it, but it's a pretty huge thing to a lot of people. I guess Aimee is one of them. Relax, girl. It's no different than when all those fan girls go to a comic con convention where all those people are cosplaying as characters they like." Iola tilted her head thoughtfully.
"I guess... I was just surprised to see her get excited over a man, period. And the fact it was my brother dressing up to fit in with the hill people of Virginia just has me scratching my head." Callie rolled her eyes.
"Girl, it's not like Aimee jumped into his lap! She just thought his look was cool." She looked up with a wry grin. "I will have to thank Frank later for putting the idea in his head to begin with. But let's stay focused, huh? We aren't going on vacation. Chet and I are trying to find Maddie. That's all that matters. I really don't think either of us are relaxed enough, or in the mood to enjoy each other's company intimately. Much less with anyone else's." She grunted, then gave Iola a sideways glance. "But, Chet is the only one out of the three of us who hasn't slept with Aimee. In some ways, he's entitled." Iola looked back at her. Callie rolled her eyes when she saw the look on her face. "I'm kidding, girl! I'm trying to lighten the mood. So, relax." Iola nodded.
"Sorry, I was thinking too much." Callie picked up one of Iola's bags and turned to her.
"If I keep thinking about the negatives of all of this I am going to drive myself nuts. I am just a half an inch away from getting stuck in the hospital with a straight jacket and a heavy sedative. So, now and then, a joke is a good thing to break up the stress. I am just happy that the two of them are being kind to each other. Chet used to really have some anger towards Aimee. So, if Aimee has some strange closet kink for movie character look alikes, good for her. I just want to keep it all light so we can get down there and focus on getting Maddie." She sighed. "I just hope she is down there...somewhere. If this lead doesn't pay off,,,," She couldn't finish the sentence as she choked up.
Iola leaned over and gave her a quick hug.
"Sorry, Cal. I know you are right, of course. And yeah, let's keep a sense of humor or we will all be goners." She said with a bit of thought to her own problems. She wished she could tell Callie about how frustrated and scared she was with Joe and the uncertainty of their marriage. But she knew if she made a full confession to her friend that Callie would insist she stay in Bayort to address her rocky marriage. And that just could not happen right now. Not with Maddie out there and in danger!
Callie smiled and nodded to her.
"For sure, girl. Ok, let's get on the road!"
He had not said a word.
He was about 5'7" and of a rather thin in build. He wore faded jeans and a black button-down shirt. A pair of heavy work boots covered in white grey powder on his feet.
He placed a chair near Maddie's bed and sat down.
Maddie felt his icy stare bearing down upon her. His piercing green eyes and sharp facial characteristics made him seem even more menacing to her. A mop of straight dark hair combed forward, partially covering one eye. He moved his head in a slow circular rhythmic manner. Maddie thought he was on some kind of drug. But she remembered that Jaime had mentioned that he would try to mess with her. Get into her head. Maddie looked over towards Jaime's bed. Jaime sat with her feet close together and looked down at the floor. She stayed silent.
He watched her closely. Her reactions and fear seemed to serve as a delight to him. His face seemed relaxed now, though still a bit animated, as he watched her as if he were a curious dog. Patiently waiting for her to react. Maddie's discomfort grew and her captor remained silent. A sickening smile creased his lips as Maddie began to demonstrate physical signs of her anxiety. Her lips trembled and she wrapped her arms tightly around her chest. This action seemed to irritate him. He looked down at her with a disapproving stare, ever so slightly shaking his head at her. Maddie slowly lowered her arms away from her chest. The cool air in the room made her even more self-conscious as her pronounced nipples pressed hard against the thin material of her crop top. She was about to wrap her arms back around her chest, but stopped short when he held out a wagging finger in gesture.
"No!" he said. Maddie initially jumped a bit upon hearing him speak. She slowly lowered her arms to her side. Her captor took a deep breath. Then nodded to her. "That's right. You listen and do what you are told. You obey my rules and you live. Do you understand this?" The tone in which he articulated his words was even, firm and most definitely with authority. Maddie nodded slowly.
"Good." He reached over and touched the side of her face. Maddie quickly winced upon his touch. "What is your name?" Maddie continued to flinch as her ran his finger along her cheek and neck.
"Madd... Madeleine Morton." Her voice rasped. He seemed to relish in her fear.
"Well, Madeleine. You now belong to me... for the time being. While you are here, you will do exactly as I say. If you do not, it's very simple. You will die." Maddie swallowed hard. "I assure you this is not a hollow threat. You can ask my friend, Heather." He paused and his lips curled into a sickening grin. "Oh, wait. Perhaps you can't. You may find the conversation a trifle one sided." This statement causes Jaime to suddenly look up in disbelief. He saw her from the corner of his eye and turned his head slightly. "That's right, Jaime my love. I'm afraid there will be no more baths together for you and Miss. Heather." A pale look flooded Jaime's face, but she remained silent. Her face fell into her hands as her body convulsed in silent tears.
Maddie's lower lip quivered. She felt his eyes focus back on her.
"So... Madeleine, do we have an understanding?" He asked calmly. Maddie nodded quickly. An irritated look crossed his face. "I can't hear you?!"
"Yes." He blinked at her repeatedly.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes. I understand, sir." An amused smile formed.
"Sir? Nice touch. You just remember who is in charge." His hand again touched her neck. She flinched again. He ran his finger lightly along her arm down to her wrist which rested open palmed on her thigh. He placed his entire hand over hers. Her tenseness was obvious. He rubbed his hand over hers. "You seem very tense, Madeleine. We need to address that." His hand slid off of hers and onto her thigh. she cringed visibly at the touch. He ran his hand along her inner thigh edging further up. In reaction, Maddie's legs slammed close and she started to hyperventilate.
"Pl..please... please don't do that." She begged trying to squirm away from his touch. her lip quivering uncontrollably. "I...I've..nev...never been." Her words faded as her stuttering and nervousness became overwhelmed by her embarrassment. He pulled his hand back. He looked at her as she shook. Thoughtfully evaluating his captive.
"You've never been what?" A half smile crossed his face as he waited for her reply. Maddie looked away from him to avoid eye contact. She said nothing. "I'm waiting." He prodded. "And I do not like to wait." She turned back towards him and their eyes briefly met before she looked down.
"I have, nev...never been with, uh, anyone." She managed to finally say. Her head sank down. His eyebrows perked with the admission.
"Oh. I see. Well, I suppose that does make a difference." He acknowledged. "Yes, you are probably worth much more to me that way than our friend Jaime and some of the others. Some of them just welcomed the first guy they encountered. No matter how early in life it was. Welcomed them with open arms, and open legs." Maddie glanced up at him. His smug expression said all she needed to know. But his words perplexed her.
"So... you won't touch me... there?" Maddie managed to ask, her face a shade of red. He seemed delighted with her embarrassment.
"Oh, are you asking me that since you are a virgin, will I continue to respect your status and withhold placing my substantially sized penis inside your vagina?" The corners of his lips curled as he watched her turn an even deeper shade of red. Maddie took a deep breath and her eyes darted to his. She nodded briefly, then looked down.
"Yes, sir. That's what I am asking." Her breathing was heavy as her anxiety was quite elevated even being near him. He leaned back in his chair and watched her. She managed to look back up.
"Hmm. Well, Madeleine, that is one hell of a request. But as I said, given your status. Which for a young woman with such defined form and suggestive attire makes it even rarer to encounter that kind of purity. But I will give you the benefit of the doubt. It is in my best interest and worth much more to me. Certainly, worth more than your little roommate over there who has clearly been around the block a few times. So, I will tell you what... As long as you do everything I ask, then you may rest at ease knowing that your time here will go without any violation to you...down there." He smirked and raised an eyebrow. Maddie appeared at least somewhat relieved.
"Stand up!" he directed her. Maddie looked over at him nervously. He tilted his head and gestured with his hand in an upward fashion. She slowly shifted her legs over the edge of the bed and placed her feet on the floor. She slowly rose to her feet. She looked down at the wire attached to her leg.
"You would like that removed no doubt." He observed with a smirk. Maddie slowly nodded. She knew she couldn't escape the room, but her ankle had been scraped badly by the bare metal ankle cuff. It was beginning to feel quite sore. She noted his expectant look and gave an internal sigh.
"Yes, sir." He nodded and stood up in front of her. His eyes locked to hers for several moments. It was disconcerting to her as he almost seemed to be looking through her. He took his right hand and reached behind him. He removed a small semi-automatic pistol from a hip holster. Maddie's eyes flashed wide as he brandished the gun in front of her.
"This is one of many guns I own. I keep it with me always. So, in the event one of my guests here may act too spirited, I have it handy to correct behavior issues. So, if I were to go down and unlock your foot, you wouldn't do anything stupid. Knowing the consequences would be dire." He slowly waved the gun back and forth in front of her, then holstered it. "Understood?"
"Yes, sir." He nodded towards her.
"I'm glad we have an understanding." He took out a key ring and bent down on his knee. His face was level with Maddie's belt buckle. He took a moment and stared at her form. Her jeans were at least a size too small and clung tightly to her. He leaned slightly forward where his nose was parallel with the zipper of her jeans, just centimeters away. He inhaled deeply and smiled. "I believe I sense some pheromones, young lady." Maddie trembled nervously. He slowly reached down and placed the key into the leg shackle. A moment later it fell free from her leg. He looked up. "Better?" He asked looking up at her face.
Maddie nodded slowly.
"Yes, thank you, sir." He slid the keys back in his pocket and smiled at her. He stayed in the kneeled position for several more moments as he basked in her aura.
"Oh, Madeleine, you certainly didn't realize how much I granted you by saying I would allow you to keep your virtue intact. Are you sure you're not a little excited?" He smirked, then took his hands and placed them around the lower calf area of her legs. "Such firm legs with such shape. Are you sure you are only 14?" Maddie's lower lip continued to quiver. She nodded and kept her eyes closed.
"Yes, sir." He nodded.
"Exceptional, my dear." His hands lingered up the back of her legs. He slowly rose to his feet as his hands settled around her ample backside. She couldn't stand his touch and felt her stomach churn with every grope. He looked at her facial expression and frowned. "Not very flattering, young lady. But that is one incredible ass you have." He looked at her expectantly. Maddie's anxiety was through the roof and it showed. She remembered what Jaime had told her. How he thrived off of the fear. She did her best to quell it and her emotions. She took a couple deep breaths and looked at him.
"Thank you, sir." she said with little emotion. He smirked as his hands settled around her bare midsection. He moved his hands around her back and brought them up under her crop. Maddie closed her eyes tightly and did her best not to react. His fingers felt like spiders crawling along her back. He looked at her with disapproval.
"Open your eyes, Madeleine." He requested in an even tone. His fingers still exploring her back. She couldn't manage to. He took a deep breath. "Open them!" He snapped. Maddie's eyes popped open. "That's better." She so wanted to be able to kick him and fight and run like hell. But in light of the fact he had a gun and the door was locked, she knew it was just a dream. His hands moved to the side of her torso, where her crop ended. He pinched the material of her top from either side. Maddie swallowed hard. "Do you know what I think would be better?" he asked as their eyes met. She shook her head slightly. With deft precision he pulled her crop top all the way up to her neck. Maddie's ample bosom spilled out unrestrained. Maddie's eyes clinched tightly and her breathing increased. He watched her heaving chest move with her intense breathing. He looked back up. "Open your eyes, Madeleine." she obeyed, doing her best to avoid eye contact. Her face was flushed.
Jaime was watching closely, but didn't dare speak. From past experience she knew how painful it could be if she spoke without being asked. She so wanted to come help Maddie so she wouldn't feel so scared and humiliated. He looked over from the corner of his eye.
"Paying attention, I see." Jaime nodded awkwardly. She knew she had to acknowledge him.
"Yes." He smiled as he looked back at Maddie. He stared at her chest and then looked up at her.
"They are quite amazing. Best I have seen, and I have a lot of experience." He looked back down. Between her anxiety and the cool air, Maddie's breasts stuck out with greatly pronounced nipples. "What do you think, Miss Jaime?" Jaime was doing her best to avoid looking at them in an effort to make Maddie feel less self-conscious. She looked over.
"Yes. They are very nice." she said softly. He nodded.
"Most definitely." His hands levitated just over her breasts. Maddie looked down at him anxiously. "What do you think, Miss. Madeleine? They look like they are aching for attention. Would you like me to give them attention?" Maddie closed her eyes for a few moments. This guy was sickening to her.
"N... no, sir." She rasped nervously. He tilted his head and looked quizzically at her.
"Have you ever had anyone give them attention?" He asked quietly. Maddie swallowed hard and shook her head.
"No, sir." He looked into her eyes with an intentionally confused look.
"Well, if you have never had anyone give them attention..." His voice faded to silence. A sullen expression immediately clouded his face. Abruptly, he grabbed both of her breasts and fondled them aggressively and pinched her nipples. "Then how in the hell would you know if you would like it?!" He barked at her. Maddie initially screamed then stood locked in place with a fearful expression as he manhandled her bosom. She closed her eyes as a flood of emotions rushed her senses. He leaned in close to her face and whispered close to her ear. "If you ever use the word No with me again, far worse things can happen!" With that he stepped back and looked down at her. "I think you and I are done for today."
He walked over to Jaime and looked down at shackle wrapped around her ankle.
I presume we can dispense with that? Have you learned your lesson?" Jaime nodded making her best effort not to appear sullen or otherwise disturbed by what she just witnessed with his exchange with Maddie.
"Yes. I will be good." She said meekly. He nodded and quickly bent down to unlock her shackle. He stood back up.
"See that you are. Or the next time I will take it out on little sister." Jaime flinched at the mention of her sister.
"I understand."
He turned towards the door and glanced back at Maddie. Then gestured towards the door.
"Since you are new here, I will direct your attention to the door. It is quite secure, I assure you. But there is absolutely no need to beat on it. It will do you no good. But, when I am up here in this wing, I can hear when someone beats on their door. And it is quite annoying. So, kindly save yourself the effort. If you peek out the window you will get what I mean. It really is pointless to make noise in hopes of attracting attention. Understood?" Maddie nodded slowly.
"Yes, sir." He took out a long flat looking key. Maddie had never seen such a design for a key. In spite of the fact she was still standing there topless, she looked questioningly at him. He noted her inquisitive look.
"You have a question?" Maddie nodded.
"Yes, sir." She looked around the room, then at the door, then to him.
"Any what would that be?" Maddie paused, but found her voice.
"Where are we?" In spite of the direct nature of the question, he returned a half smile.
"Why, you're in the teenage wing of the looney bin, sweetheart. I reopened it six months ago. Location? Middle of nowhere. Population? 19. But that will change soon." He looked down at his watch. "Dinner will be in a couple hours. One of the trustees will be bringing it to you." With an exaggerated formality he opened the door and turned back to them one last time. He looked at Maddie's chest in a deliberate manner and gave an approving grunt. "Until we meet again, Madeleine."
The door shut with a resounding thud! They could hear the bolt of the lock slide into place. A few moments later the sound of his footsteps faded into silence.
