blackmagicjack1
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Sammi woke to the smell of sandalwood. She found herself standing up in a spread-eagled position and chained. To a wall most likely, she thought, though she was unsure. The reason for her confusion was that she was blind folded and could not see her surroundings. Besides her feet being sore and a slight uneasiness in her stomach, she had to admit she felt very relaxed. More relaxed than she had been in weeks. Damn forced orgasms and their devilish powers of corruption.
Trying to take a step forward caused Sammi to wince as she put all her weight on one foot. Also a step was all she could go forward. The chain on her ankles was very short it seemed. Sammi tested her arms and realized that she had very little play in the chains that bound them too. Then Sammi heard the rattling of chains not far from her.
“Hello?” queried a feminine voice.
Sammi did not recognize the voice. It wasn't the “Princess” A feeling of disappointment lanced down into the pit of Sammi's stomach.
“Who are you?” Sammi answered back.
“Oh good! You're awake,” said the voice in a tone that held excitement and worry.
“I can't tell you who I am, but I was told to keep you happy.”
Sammi could hear chains scraping the floor and footsteps coming closer to her. She then felt a warm breath against her Venus Mound and soft hands began to stroke the inside of her thighs. Sammi tried to pull her legs together, but the chains prevented that becoming reality.
“Stop that! I am happy enough. Now tell me who you are?”
“No! They told me I could not tell you. Said they would tickle me until I begged to be used,” said the voice with fear laced between her words.
Sammi felt a tongue lightly stroke up one side of her pussy and down the other. She twitched her chains and felt the flow of blood begin to race in her veins.
“Don't worry, once the incense begins to work on you this will be like heaven.”
“I don't have time for this,” Sammi said through gritted teeth.
The woman went back to teasing Sammi's outer lips with the tip of her tongue. Sammi wished that she could see her assailant, but she had to admit that not being able to see was very erotic. After a few more trips around Sammi's now engorged lips the licking stopped.
“Where else could you be? You're chained and soon will be sold into slavery...like me.”
The tongue then went back to work, except this time it just went up and down between her lips continuously. While the tongue was pleasant enough, the next sensation brought a grin to Sammi's face. The woman was running just the edge of her fingernail against Sammi's perineum, sending a ticklish sensation through Sammi's groin that made her dance from foot to foot.
“Damn you! Stop and listen for a moment,” squealed Sammi.
“But you like it and don't lie to me I can tell that you do.”
“Only a 50-year-old anal retentive accountant who was still a virgin would be the only person ignorant enough not to know that I like it...But! I want you to stop. We half to escape and soon, otherwise we are going to be playthings for a very long time.”
“But they'll punish me,” whimpered the woman.
“How?” retorted Sammi. “By doing what you are do to me?”
“Yes! And worse.”
“I have a news flash for you kiddo, they are going to do it to you anyways. They are just using you to keep me ... occupied.”
“God! I'm so wet though and they got this thing on me. I can't pleasure myself. You are my only distraction.”
Sammi rolled her eyes. Wasn't bad enough that side of her sexuality that she had never admitted existed had been given birth, but every person she met tonight was bent on sending her over the edge. She got through this she was going to sleep for a week or attack every hotty she saw: male or female. Taking a deep breath, Sammi collected her thoughts. First she needed to get this nympho to cooperate, who most undoubtedly was Jezibel.
“Listen kiddo, if you help me escape I promise to help you however I can.”
“You'll make me cum!” blurted the woman.
Sammi couldn't decide if she wanted to laugh in delight or groan in consternation. She definitely wanted to feel the woman's touch again, but the one track conversation was getting old. But she knew she could not escape on her own, so she better play the part she was dealt.
“Kiddo, after we are out of here I will spend hours making your body shudder in ecstasy.”
Chains rattled and then a pair of lips met Sammi's.
“Thank you,” giggled the woman. “What do you want me to do?”
“First I want you to tell me your name and then I want you to get this fucking blindfold off of me!”
“My name is Jezebel, who are you besides scrumptious?”
“Would you cool it kiddo. My name is Sammi. I'm a private detective sent by your father to find you.”
Sammi felt hands brush back her hair and then slip underneath the blind fold. In seconds she could see again, and what she first saw was a pair of hazel eyes staring into her own. Pulling her eyes from the Jezebel's intense stare, she looked the rest of the girl over. The girl was completely naked except for the thick leather chastity belt fastened to her lovely body. Sammi kept herself from licking her lips by sheer will power alone. She now had an extra reason to escape. No rest for the wicked she thought.
“Okay where are we?”
“We're in a warehouse I think,” said Jezebel. “There are all these crates in here and these pot things that give off smoke that make you really horny.”
Jezebel slid her hand down Sammi's cheek and then cupped Sammi's left breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. She then bent down and kissed the captured tit.
“Did I say really horny,” murmured the girl against Sammi's skin.
“Yes,” murmured Sammi.
Jezebel brought her cheek to rest against Sammi's, slowly brushing her lips against the soft skin as she ventured towards Sammi's lips. The kiss was electric and would have gone on for some time if Sammi hadn't chosen to bite the horny girl's tongue.
“Damn! That hurt you ungrateful bitch!”
“Look Jezebel, we can't stay here and play. Bruce and his wench will be back for us and when they do come back our chance for escape is over!”
The red-head lowered her head in disappointment and shame.
“Hey, when we are safe sound, and cozy in my bed, you can kiss me all you want ... and anywhere you want,” whispered the detective into the girl's ear.
Grinning, Jezebel stepped back from Sammi and took a long look at the chained detective.
“Okay, so how do I get you loose. When I got loose it was because the shackles were loose on my wrists. Doubt they made the same mistake with you.”
“Probably not,” replied Sammi. “But they probably don't know what an ace lock pick I am though. We need a pin or wire.”
Sammi looked at her surroundings for the first time. She was chained to the wall and only had about six inches of moving space. Jezebel was shackled by the left ankle and secured to a metal stake that was driven into the floor. They were surrounded by crates on the other three sides, with the wall making up the fourth side. There were two spaces between the crates that led to the rest of the warehouse. One was to Sammi's right and the other was in front of Sammi and just to her left. All the crates were fastened shut. Sammi wondered what held them together. It looked like they were nailed together. Maybe if Jezebel could pull one loose, Sammi thought she might be able to use it to pick the lock on the shackle. At least it would offer her some type of tool to use in their escape.
“Jezebel, go over to one of the crates and see if any of the nails are loose.”
Jezebel obediently trotted over to the nearest crate. Bending over to check the crate for loose nails, she offered Sammi an enticing view of her lush bottom. Minutes passed and Jezebel continued her search.
“Find one yet?”
“Not yet ...wait! There is a crack in one of the boards. Maybe I can use my chain to break it and expose the nail holding it in place,” said Jezebel.
“That's the way, kiddo.”
Jezebel wrapped several loops of chain around her fist and brought her hand up to strike the board.
“Um, you might want ...,” began Sammi
The sound of Jezebel's chain wrapped fist impacting the boards of crate made a rifle like rapport through the warehouse. At the same time Jezebel dropped the chain from her hand, mumbling expletives.
“Yeah, it might hurt without padding kiddo.”
Jezebel shot Sammi a scathing glance, then went back to rubbing her injured hand.
“No time for that kiddo,” Sammi said. “Quick! See if you broke the board.”
Shaking her head angrily, Jezebel pulled at the board. There was a tearing sound as the board split in two, with Jezebel ripping free one half of the board. Grinning, she lifted it proudly above her head to show Sammi.
“Great, now get the nail free kiddo.”
Grabbing up her chain again, Jezebel slipped a link around the exposed nail head and began rocking the link back and forth, prying the nail up as she did so. Moments later she pulled the slightly bent nail from the crate. She hurriedly moved over to Sammi and presented her prize to the hapless prisoner.
Or not so hapless thought Sammi as she looked at the nail clasped between Jezebel's fingers. Sammi knew that Jezebel was going have to pick the lock on the first shackle, there was not way that Sammi could work the lock pick in her present situation. But first the nail needed to be modified.
“Jezebel, I want you to bend the nail to a 45-degree angle.”
“45-degrees? What's that?”
Sammi snorted and stifled a comment about the woman's legs. She parted her fingers on her right to a 45-degree angle and pointed at it with her left hand.
“Make the nail look like that.”
“Okay,” replied the red-head.
Jezebel slipped the nail into the eye of the bolt that kept Sammi shackled to the wall, then slipped a link of her chain around the nail again, like she did to pry it out of the crate. She then pulled down on the chain, using her body weight to give her extra leverage. The action put the poor girl's face in front of Sammi's sex, but she resisted the temptation only licking her lips at the delicious sight. Feeling the nail bend, Jezebel lifted herself back up to expect her handy work.
“Will this work?” she asked, showing Sammi a nail bent just beyond 45-degrees.
“It will have to.”
“Now take the nail and insert it into the lock,” instructed Sammi. “Then turn it left to the 10 o'clock position and slowly pull it up, turning to the 1 o'clock position.”
Sammi continued to coach Jezebel on picking the lock. Several times Jezebel accidentally pulled the lock pick from the lock without successfully opening and she had to start over. Both women were quite aware of the passing time and sweat began to bead their foreheads. On more than one occasion Sammi caught Jezebel looking at her exposed groin, as if she was contemplating going back to her original task of pleasuring Sammi. Sammi would gently encourage the girl to continue working on the lock by promising her sexual delights once they were free and back at Sammi's office. Finally the shackle gave forth a quite click and opened up. Both girls sighed a deep breath of relief. Sammi quickly took the makeshift pick from Jezebel and opened the other shackles holding her in minutes.
“Now we're out of here kiddo.”
“Awesome!” squealed the exuberant red-head, giving Sammi a deep kiss on the lips.
“Bruce sure knows how to pick them,” slurred Sammi, grabbing Jezebel by the hand and leading her further into the warehouse, only to stop and pick up the loose board.
“We may need this,” said Sammi.
The warehouse was a vast and dusty place. Sammi soon realized that they were in a maze of crates and braziers. The presence of the braziers made the warehouse a fire-trap waiting to happen. They also made it hard to think. Despite Sammi's determination to escape, and wreak a little revenge on Bruce and “The Princess”, the cloying odor ignited her loins. She was very tempted to sate her desires on Jezebel right then and there. Only the thought of how embarrassing it would be to get her hand caught in the “cookie jar” while escaping. After all, she was supposed to be a hard-bitten private detective with iron determination. Unfortunately her new companion was not.
“We could stop, just for a moment,” Jezebel whispered seductively into Sammi's ear.
“To do what?” mumbled Sammi
“Oh you know,” said Jezebel, while she dragged her fingers down Sammi's hip and thigh.
Sammi grabbed the red-head by the wrist and pulled her to her. Wrapping her free arm around Jezebel's waist, she pulled the girl into a passionate embrace. Sammi placed her leg between Jezebel's thighs, letting the girl shamelessly grind herself against it while Sammi gave her the most scorching of kisses. Then just as suddenly Sammi released the girl, pushing her backwards in such a way that Jezebel lost her balance and fell on her rump.
Looking down at the confused woman, Sammi said, “Now if you want more later you will do as you are told and stop acting like a cat in heat, capice kiddo?”
Subdued, Jezebel nodded her head in the affirmative and got back on her feet. Clasping her hands together, she kept her head tilted down while looking up at Sammi for instructions. Sammi smiled and made a sharp nod with her head to indicate she was ready to move on.
The two women made their way through the crates until they found themselves in the middle of the warehouse. A place had been cleared out to make room for a card table and two chairs. Seated at the table was a burly blond-haired man, who was shuffling a deck of cards at the moment. His eyes opened up wide upon spotting the two women and he took in a deep breath of hair. Without wasting a second, Sammi ran up to the thug and stomped the heel of her foot into the man's groin.
“Fuck!” they both growled in unison.
Sammi quickly hopped back on her other foot. The man stumbled to his feet, with his right hand clasping his balls. Making a lurch for Sammi, which she clumsily evaded, he took another breath to yell for help. Sammi decided that was the time to practice her golf drive, swinging the make-shift club in a full arc that connected just under the man's chin. There was the sound of impact, the spray of splinters and blood, and the soft “flump” sound as the would-be guard slumped to the ground.
“Is he dead?” inquired Jezebel.
Crouching down to check the man's pulse, Sammi looked up at Jezebel to reply.
“No, but his jaw is broken and his neck may be damaged. Do you care?”
Licking her lips, Jezebel averted her head from Sammi's gaze.
“Well kind of. It's not like he really ... oh never mind!” sputtered Jezebel.
Sammi noticed that the red-head's face was starting to match her hair in color. Shaking her head, Sammi searched the man for items of use. She found a set of keys, fifty bucks, and a book of matches. He was also wearing a leather jacket that Sammi quickly stripped off of him and made her own., stuffing her booty into the pockets.
“Maybe you would like to stay,” said Sammi.
“No!” shot back Jezebel. “It's just that after awhile it feels really good. Hard to be angry with someone that makes you feel that good, you know?”
Walking over to Jezebel, Sammi put an arm around her shoulder and kissed the woman's neck
“Yeah, I know,” she whispered back.
Reaching down, Jezebel pinched Sammi's bare bottom.
“You know you're damn sexy in that coat.”
Sammi chuckled and playfully pushed Jezebel away from her.
“We have two choices as I see it. Wait for the other guard,” said Sammi, pointing to the other chair that had not been occupied to support her assumption. “Or wander around some more, looking for the way out.”
“What will we do when the other guard shows up?”
Grinning wickedly, Sammi replied, “Why make him tell us the way out of course.”
“And if that other guard should be me, kitten?” purred a seductively familiar voice.
Sammi felt a thrill in her stomach, but clenching her club she turned to face “The Princess”. The blond woman was now dressed in blue jeans and a white blouse that was unbuttoned to show off the tops of the woman's lush breasts. She appeared to be unarmed, but looked at Sammi in a very proprietary manner. Sammi could tell that the woman did not expect any trouble from her. The problem was that Sammi wasn't sure if the woman was right.
“Now Kitten, why don't you drop that ugly toothpick and follow me. We can play with the girl for awhile, just to warm you up. Then I will give you my full attention.”
Jezebel looked back and forth between the two women, then crossed her arms and legs.
“Sammi, you can't let her take me again. I'll lose my mind.”
“But my dear girl, it will feel oh so good. Besides what has your mind ever done for you?” Angel giggled, “ Wouldn't it be so much better to submit to the pleasure and let someone else take care of you forever?”
Jezebel moaned, “No, I don't want to be a plaything. I have a life and I don't belong to you.”
“Little red-head, you may say that, but your body knows my touch. I bet it's just dying for me to touch you again.”
Sammi snorted, “You know bitch, you may be good but you aren't that good. Now tell me which way is out before I bust up that pretty face of yours.”
“The Princess” looked at Sammi incredulously, then suddenly screeched and launched herself at Sammi. Her hands were extended out like some feral cat, ready to scratch out the half-naked private detective's eyes.
“You fucking *****, nobody talks to me like that!” snarled “The Princess” as she swiped at Sammi's face.
Sammi bobbed her head back from the crazed woman's attack and swung the club toward the woman's jaw in her own counter-attack. Despite her rage, the blond was no fool and quickly dropped to the floor. The club passed harmlessly over her head. “The Princess” then rolled over to one of the nearby chairs. Standing up, she picked up the chair and flung at Sammi. Sammi tried deflecting the chair with her weapon, but to the detective's dismay the chair tangled with the club wrenching it from her grasp. Turning to pick up the club, Sammi was blindsided by her advesary's charge. The two women went sprawling to the ground.
“Any other time Kitten this could be a most enjoyable position, but right now I'm going to tear your eyes out.”
Sammi grabbed “The Princess” by the arms and spun herself on top of the women. Straddling the woman's midsection, Sammi spat in the blond's face.
“You and what army, you over-sexed vamp,” challenged Sammi.
“Won't be needing no army for you Kitten. A good spanking and you'll be begging for my touch like a bitch in heat.”
Howling, Sammi swung her fist at the woman only to have “The Princess” push her knees up at the same time sending Sammi flying over the woman's head. Sammi quickly scrambled to her feet and faced her foe. “The Princess” was getting ready for another charge. It was time to end this, thought Sammi. Taking a deep breath, Sammi readied herself for the charge.
The petite blond ran at Sammi like at rapid poodle, turning her shoulder to Sammi so that she could clip the detective. Just at the moment of contact, Sammi pivoted on her heel and gave “The Princess” a mighty push, sending her head first towards a stack of crates. There was a startling crack as the woman made impact with the boxes and Sammi was about to run over to the prostrate woman until she realized that the “crack” had been two sounds. Turning to face the gunman, Sammi saw a very angry looking Bruce holding a police issue 9mm pointed directly at her chest.
“You are going to cost me money, Sammi,” said Bruce with no trace of humor in his voice. “But you're just too dangerous to sell and I don't have the time to make a proper pet of you.”
“Do you think I would willing let you touch me again, Bruce. You were my friend and you betrayed me. There's no way I'd let you sell me or anything else that your sick perverted mind could think of!”
“If that's how you want it, kiddo,” Bruce replied mockingly. “Just know I did enjoy our little time together.”
Bruce raised the gun to point it at Sammi's head. His finger tensed as he slowly began to pull the trigger on his weapon and then just as the gun was about to discharge he lurched to the side. From out of nowhere, Jezebel came running, charging into Bruce at the last moment. The gun went off, burying a bullet in the crates to Sammi's right. Bruce was knocked to his knees, and Jezebel had spun off of him to end up leaning against some crates in an effort to regain her balance.
“Come on!” shouted Sammi, recognizing now was there chance to escape.
Jezebel swung herself off the crates and ran over to Sammi, grabbing her hand. Sammi quickly spun around and led the red-head down a passage of crates. As they ran a bullet bit into a box just ahead of them. Sammi took the first turn available to them, just in the knick of time, as another bullet sprayed splinters at Jezebel's behind. Another turn and they came to a “T” in the passage and a smoldering brazier.
“Help me!” Sammi told Jezebel.
The two girls bent as one to shove the brazier over into Bruce's pursuing path. Sparks, smoke, and heat filled the intersection quickly. Both girls felt a jolt to their loins that was only overcome by the fear of their present predicament. Sammi grabbed Jezebel's hand, and ran down the left hand passage. They could hear the sound of sparks and cussing behind them. Soon those sounds became the roar of flames. The crates must have caught fire, thought Sammi.
Smoke began to accumulate in the warehouse as Sammi and Jezebel looked for a way out. The good thing, thought Sammi, was that Bruce wasn't shooting at them anymore. The bad thing was that he may not have too. If they didn't find the exit soon, the smoke would do them in. Being roasted alive was not Sammi's idea of fun, despite recent events that might suggest the contrary.
“Sammi, I can't keep running like this,” coughed Jezebel.
“Don't worry, Kiddo. I won't let anything happen to you, just give me a few more moments then you can rest.”
“Remember,” teased Sammi, “You promised me a kiss, among other things.”
“That's right,” said Jezebel bravely. “And it was you who promised and I won't let you get out of it either!”
Sammi smiled slyly and led the girl along a line of crates, finally finding what she had been looking for: the outer wall of the warehouse. Pulling Jezebel behind her, she ran over to the wall and peered above her. Sure enough, there was a window about 12 feet above them and to the left. They just had to climb a few crates to get there.
“Quick Jezebel, I'll push you up on top of this crate then you help pull me up. Okay?”
“Sure thing Sammi.”
The two women played an odd game of climbing leap frog as the helped each other to the top of one crate after another. After several minutes the two of them were standing side by side in front of the window. Sammi had just taken off the leather jacket to wrap around her arm when three holes appeared in the window panes.
Jezebel screamed and Sammi whirled around to see who was shooting at them. Down below them was Bruce with “The Princess” swung over his shoulder. He was in the process of reloading his gun. Sammi immediately turned and smashed out the rest of the window.
“Out you go,” Sammi said to Jezebel, grabbing her by the arm and thrusting her through the window.
“What? No!” howled Jezebel as she plummeted towards the ground. She hit the ground on her two feet, then buckled forward as her ankle gave. Pulling herself off the ground, she limped a few steps then looked up at the window for Sammi.
Sammi was just about to dive out the window when a sudden sharp pain bit her on the arm. Clutching her arm, she threw herself out the window, before Bruce could hit something more vital, like her head. Thankfully she had lots of practice at leaving building in odd ways, such as diving out second story windows, as it came with the P.I. Business. She hit the ground in a roll, only wincing when her injured arm came in contact with the ground.
“Sammi! Sammi! Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I'm alright kiddo. How are you?”
“My ankle hurts and I can't believe you tossed me out the window!” exclaimed Jezebel. “And it's cold out here.”
Brushing herself off, Sammi looked the nude red-head over. The lovely girl's nipples were indeed stiffening and little dimples were appearing in the most interesting of places. Her eyes lingered on the chastity belt. She was going have to do something about that. Sammi then felt a cool wind brush her naked ass and a prickling sensation as goose bumps ran across her bottom. Chuckling, Sammi rubbed the palms of her hands on her chilled rear-end. The sound of sirens were in the distance.
“Come on let's go get you warmed up,” said Sammi. “Besides I don't feel like answering questions dressed like this. Time enough for that in the morning.”
“Where and how are you going to warm me up,” whimpered Jezebel. “I'm getting colder by the minute.”
Wrapping an arm around the chilled Jezebel, Sammi replied, “Well kiddo, the where is my place and as to the how well let's just say it starts with a kiss.”
~Finis~
Trying to take a step forward caused Sammi to wince as she put all her weight on one foot. Also a step was all she could go forward. The chain on her ankles was very short it seemed. Sammi tested her arms and realized that she had very little play in the chains that bound them too. Then Sammi heard the rattling of chains not far from her.
“Hello?” queried a feminine voice.
Sammi did not recognize the voice. It wasn't the “Princess” A feeling of disappointment lanced down into the pit of Sammi's stomach.
“Who are you?” Sammi answered back.
“Oh good! You're awake,” said the voice in a tone that held excitement and worry.
“I can't tell you who I am, but I was told to keep you happy.”
Sammi could hear chains scraping the floor and footsteps coming closer to her. She then felt a warm breath against her Venus Mound and soft hands began to stroke the inside of her thighs. Sammi tried to pull her legs together, but the chains prevented that becoming reality.
“Stop that! I am happy enough. Now tell me who you are?”
“No! They told me I could not tell you. Said they would tickle me until I begged to be used,” said the voice with fear laced between her words.
Sammi felt a tongue lightly stroke up one side of her pussy and down the other. She twitched her chains and felt the flow of blood begin to race in her veins.
“Don't worry, once the incense begins to work on you this will be like heaven.”
“I don't have time for this,” Sammi said through gritted teeth.
The woman went back to teasing Sammi's outer lips with the tip of her tongue. Sammi wished that she could see her assailant, but she had to admit that not being able to see was very erotic. After a few more trips around Sammi's now engorged lips the licking stopped.
“Where else could you be? You're chained and soon will be sold into slavery...like me.”
The tongue then went back to work, except this time it just went up and down between her lips continuously. While the tongue was pleasant enough, the next sensation brought a grin to Sammi's face. The woman was running just the edge of her fingernail against Sammi's perineum, sending a ticklish sensation through Sammi's groin that made her dance from foot to foot.
“Damn you! Stop and listen for a moment,” squealed Sammi.
“But you like it and don't lie to me I can tell that you do.”
“Only a 50-year-old anal retentive accountant who was still a virgin would be the only person ignorant enough not to know that I like it...But! I want you to stop. We half to escape and soon, otherwise we are going to be playthings for a very long time.”
“But they'll punish me,” whimpered the woman.
“How?” retorted Sammi. “By doing what you are do to me?”
“Yes! And worse.”
“I have a news flash for you kiddo, they are going to do it to you anyways. They are just using you to keep me ... occupied.”
“God! I'm so wet though and they got this thing on me. I can't pleasure myself. You are my only distraction.”
Sammi rolled her eyes. Wasn't bad enough that side of her sexuality that she had never admitted existed had been given birth, but every person she met tonight was bent on sending her over the edge. She got through this she was going to sleep for a week or attack every hotty she saw: male or female. Taking a deep breath, Sammi collected her thoughts. First she needed to get this nympho to cooperate, who most undoubtedly was Jezibel.
“Listen kiddo, if you help me escape I promise to help you however I can.”
“You'll make me cum!” blurted the woman.
Sammi couldn't decide if she wanted to laugh in delight or groan in consternation. She definitely wanted to feel the woman's touch again, but the one track conversation was getting old. But she knew she could not escape on her own, so she better play the part she was dealt.
“Kiddo, after we are out of here I will spend hours making your body shudder in ecstasy.”
Chains rattled and then a pair of lips met Sammi's.
“Thank you,” giggled the woman. “What do you want me to do?”
“First I want you to tell me your name and then I want you to get this fucking blindfold off of me!”
“My name is Jezebel, who are you besides scrumptious?”
“Would you cool it kiddo. My name is Sammi. I'm a private detective sent by your father to find you.”
Sammi felt hands brush back her hair and then slip underneath the blind fold. In seconds she could see again, and what she first saw was a pair of hazel eyes staring into her own. Pulling her eyes from the Jezebel's intense stare, she looked the rest of the girl over. The girl was completely naked except for the thick leather chastity belt fastened to her lovely body. Sammi kept herself from licking her lips by sheer will power alone. She now had an extra reason to escape. No rest for the wicked she thought.
“Okay where are we?”
“We're in a warehouse I think,” said Jezebel. “There are all these crates in here and these pot things that give off smoke that make you really horny.”
Jezebel slid her hand down Sammi's cheek and then cupped Sammi's left breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. She then bent down and kissed the captured tit.
“Did I say really horny,” murmured the girl against Sammi's skin.
“Yes,” murmured Sammi.
Jezebel brought her cheek to rest against Sammi's, slowly brushing her lips against the soft skin as she ventured towards Sammi's lips. The kiss was electric and would have gone on for some time if Sammi hadn't chosen to bite the horny girl's tongue.
“Damn! That hurt you ungrateful bitch!”
“Look Jezebel, we can't stay here and play. Bruce and his wench will be back for us and when they do come back our chance for escape is over!”
The red-head lowered her head in disappointment and shame.
“Hey, when we are safe sound, and cozy in my bed, you can kiss me all you want ... and anywhere you want,” whispered the detective into the girl's ear.
Grinning, Jezebel stepped back from Sammi and took a long look at the chained detective.
“Okay, so how do I get you loose. When I got loose it was because the shackles were loose on my wrists. Doubt they made the same mistake with you.”
“Probably not,” replied Sammi. “But they probably don't know what an ace lock pick I am though. We need a pin or wire.”
Sammi looked at her surroundings for the first time. She was chained to the wall and only had about six inches of moving space. Jezebel was shackled by the left ankle and secured to a metal stake that was driven into the floor. They were surrounded by crates on the other three sides, with the wall making up the fourth side. There were two spaces between the crates that led to the rest of the warehouse. One was to Sammi's right and the other was in front of Sammi and just to her left. All the crates were fastened shut. Sammi wondered what held them together. It looked like they were nailed together. Maybe if Jezebel could pull one loose, Sammi thought she might be able to use it to pick the lock on the shackle. At least it would offer her some type of tool to use in their escape.
“Jezebel, go over to one of the crates and see if any of the nails are loose.”
Jezebel obediently trotted over to the nearest crate. Bending over to check the crate for loose nails, she offered Sammi an enticing view of her lush bottom. Minutes passed and Jezebel continued her search.
“Find one yet?”
“Not yet ...wait! There is a crack in one of the boards. Maybe I can use my chain to break it and expose the nail holding it in place,” said Jezebel.
“That's the way, kiddo.”
Jezebel wrapped several loops of chain around her fist and brought her hand up to strike the board.
“Um, you might want ...,” began Sammi
The sound of Jezebel's chain wrapped fist impacting the boards of crate made a rifle like rapport through the warehouse. At the same time Jezebel dropped the chain from her hand, mumbling expletives.
“Yeah, it might hurt without padding kiddo.”
Jezebel shot Sammi a scathing glance, then went back to rubbing her injured hand.
“No time for that kiddo,” Sammi said. “Quick! See if you broke the board.”
Shaking her head angrily, Jezebel pulled at the board. There was a tearing sound as the board split in two, with Jezebel ripping free one half of the board. Grinning, she lifted it proudly above her head to show Sammi.
“Great, now get the nail free kiddo.”
Grabbing up her chain again, Jezebel slipped a link around the exposed nail head and began rocking the link back and forth, prying the nail up as she did so. Moments later she pulled the slightly bent nail from the crate. She hurriedly moved over to Sammi and presented her prize to the hapless prisoner.
Or not so hapless thought Sammi as she looked at the nail clasped between Jezebel's fingers. Sammi knew that Jezebel was going have to pick the lock on the first shackle, there was not way that Sammi could work the lock pick in her present situation. But first the nail needed to be modified.
“Jezebel, I want you to bend the nail to a 45-degree angle.”
“45-degrees? What's that?”
Sammi snorted and stifled a comment about the woman's legs. She parted her fingers on her right to a 45-degree angle and pointed at it with her left hand.
“Make the nail look like that.”
“Okay,” replied the red-head.
Jezebel slipped the nail into the eye of the bolt that kept Sammi shackled to the wall, then slipped a link of her chain around the nail again, like she did to pry it out of the crate. She then pulled down on the chain, using her body weight to give her extra leverage. The action put the poor girl's face in front of Sammi's sex, but she resisted the temptation only licking her lips at the delicious sight. Feeling the nail bend, Jezebel lifted herself back up to expect her handy work.
“Will this work?” she asked, showing Sammi a nail bent just beyond 45-degrees.
“It will have to.”
“Now take the nail and insert it into the lock,” instructed Sammi. “Then turn it left to the 10 o'clock position and slowly pull it up, turning to the 1 o'clock position.”
Sammi continued to coach Jezebel on picking the lock. Several times Jezebel accidentally pulled the lock pick from the lock without successfully opening and she had to start over. Both women were quite aware of the passing time and sweat began to bead their foreheads. On more than one occasion Sammi caught Jezebel looking at her exposed groin, as if she was contemplating going back to her original task of pleasuring Sammi. Sammi would gently encourage the girl to continue working on the lock by promising her sexual delights once they were free and back at Sammi's office. Finally the shackle gave forth a quite click and opened up. Both girls sighed a deep breath of relief. Sammi quickly took the makeshift pick from Jezebel and opened the other shackles holding her in minutes.
“Now we're out of here kiddo.”
“Awesome!” squealed the exuberant red-head, giving Sammi a deep kiss on the lips.
“Bruce sure knows how to pick them,” slurred Sammi, grabbing Jezebel by the hand and leading her further into the warehouse, only to stop and pick up the loose board.
“We may need this,” said Sammi.
The warehouse was a vast and dusty place. Sammi soon realized that they were in a maze of crates and braziers. The presence of the braziers made the warehouse a fire-trap waiting to happen. They also made it hard to think. Despite Sammi's determination to escape, and wreak a little revenge on Bruce and “The Princess”, the cloying odor ignited her loins. She was very tempted to sate her desires on Jezebel right then and there. Only the thought of how embarrassing it would be to get her hand caught in the “cookie jar” while escaping. After all, she was supposed to be a hard-bitten private detective with iron determination. Unfortunately her new companion was not.
“We could stop, just for a moment,” Jezebel whispered seductively into Sammi's ear.
“To do what?” mumbled Sammi
“Oh you know,” said Jezebel, while she dragged her fingers down Sammi's hip and thigh.
Sammi grabbed the red-head by the wrist and pulled her to her. Wrapping her free arm around Jezebel's waist, she pulled the girl into a passionate embrace. Sammi placed her leg between Jezebel's thighs, letting the girl shamelessly grind herself against it while Sammi gave her the most scorching of kisses. Then just as suddenly Sammi released the girl, pushing her backwards in such a way that Jezebel lost her balance and fell on her rump.
Looking down at the confused woman, Sammi said, “Now if you want more later you will do as you are told and stop acting like a cat in heat, capice kiddo?”
Subdued, Jezebel nodded her head in the affirmative and got back on her feet. Clasping her hands together, she kept her head tilted down while looking up at Sammi for instructions. Sammi smiled and made a sharp nod with her head to indicate she was ready to move on.
The two women made their way through the crates until they found themselves in the middle of the warehouse. A place had been cleared out to make room for a card table and two chairs. Seated at the table was a burly blond-haired man, who was shuffling a deck of cards at the moment. His eyes opened up wide upon spotting the two women and he took in a deep breath of hair. Without wasting a second, Sammi ran up to the thug and stomped the heel of her foot into the man's groin.
“Fuck!” they both growled in unison.
Sammi quickly hopped back on her other foot. The man stumbled to his feet, with his right hand clasping his balls. Making a lurch for Sammi, which she clumsily evaded, he took another breath to yell for help. Sammi decided that was the time to practice her golf drive, swinging the make-shift club in a full arc that connected just under the man's chin. There was the sound of impact, the spray of splinters and blood, and the soft “flump” sound as the would-be guard slumped to the ground.
“Is he dead?” inquired Jezebel.
Crouching down to check the man's pulse, Sammi looked up at Jezebel to reply.
“No, but his jaw is broken and his neck may be damaged. Do you care?”
Licking her lips, Jezebel averted her head from Sammi's gaze.
“Well kind of. It's not like he really ... oh never mind!” sputtered Jezebel.
Sammi noticed that the red-head's face was starting to match her hair in color. Shaking her head, Sammi searched the man for items of use. She found a set of keys, fifty bucks, and a book of matches. He was also wearing a leather jacket that Sammi quickly stripped off of him and made her own., stuffing her booty into the pockets.
“Maybe you would like to stay,” said Sammi.
“No!” shot back Jezebel. “It's just that after awhile it feels really good. Hard to be angry with someone that makes you feel that good, you know?”
Walking over to Jezebel, Sammi put an arm around her shoulder and kissed the woman's neck
“Yeah, I know,” she whispered back.
Reaching down, Jezebel pinched Sammi's bare bottom.
“You know you're damn sexy in that coat.”
Sammi chuckled and playfully pushed Jezebel away from her.
“We have two choices as I see it. Wait for the other guard,” said Sammi, pointing to the other chair that had not been occupied to support her assumption. “Or wander around some more, looking for the way out.”
“What will we do when the other guard shows up?”
Grinning wickedly, Sammi replied, “Why make him tell us the way out of course.”
“And if that other guard should be me, kitten?” purred a seductively familiar voice.
Sammi felt a thrill in her stomach, but clenching her club she turned to face “The Princess”. The blond woman was now dressed in blue jeans and a white blouse that was unbuttoned to show off the tops of the woman's lush breasts. She appeared to be unarmed, but looked at Sammi in a very proprietary manner. Sammi could tell that the woman did not expect any trouble from her. The problem was that Sammi wasn't sure if the woman was right.
“Now Kitten, why don't you drop that ugly toothpick and follow me. We can play with the girl for awhile, just to warm you up. Then I will give you my full attention.”
Jezebel looked back and forth between the two women, then crossed her arms and legs.
“Sammi, you can't let her take me again. I'll lose my mind.”
“But my dear girl, it will feel oh so good. Besides what has your mind ever done for you?” Angel giggled, “ Wouldn't it be so much better to submit to the pleasure and let someone else take care of you forever?”
Jezebel moaned, “No, I don't want to be a plaything. I have a life and I don't belong to you.”
“Little red-head, you may say that, but your body knows my touch. I bet it's just dying for me to touch you again.”
Sammi snorted, “You know bitch, you may be good but you aren't that good. Now tell me which way is out before I bust up that pretty face of yours.”
“The Princess” looked at Sammi incredulously, then suddenly screeched and launched herself at Sammi. Her hands were extended out like some feral cat, ready to scratch out the half-naked private detective's eyes.
“You fucking *****, nobody talks to me like that!” snarled “The Princess” as she swiped at Sammi's face.
Sammi bobbed her head back from the crazed woman's attack and swung the club toward the woman's jaw in her own counter-attack. Despite her rage, the blond was no fool and quickly dropped to the floor. The club passed harmlessly over her head. “The Princess” then rolled over to one of the nearby chairs. Standing up, she picked up the chair and flung at Sammi. Sammi tried deflecting the chair with her weapon, but to the detective's dismay the chair tangled with the club wrenching it from her grasp. Turning to pick up the club, Sammi was blindsided by her advesary's charge. The two women went sprawling to the ground.
“Any other time Kitten this could be a most enjoyable position, but right now I'm going to tear your eyes out.”
Sammi grabbed “The Princess” by the arms and spun herself on top of the women. Straddling the woman's midsection, Sammi spat in the blond's face.
“You and what army, you over-sexed vamp,” challenged Sammi.
“Won't be needing no army for you Kitten. A good spanking and you'll be begging for my touch like a bitch in heat.”
Howling, Sammi swung her fist at the woman only to have “The Princess” push her knees up at the same time sending Sammi flying over the woman's head. Sammi quickly scrambled to her feet and faced her foe. “The Princess” was getting ready for another charge. It was time to end this, thought Sammi. Taking a deep breath, Sammi readied herself for the charge.
The petite blond ran at Sammi like at rapid poodle, turning her shoulder to Sammi so that she could clip the detective. Just at the moment of contact, Sammi pivoted on her heel and gave “The Princess” a mighty push, sending her head first towards a stack of crates. There was a startling crack as the woman made impact with the boxes and Sammi was about to run over to the prostrate woman until she realized that the “crack” had been two sounds. Turning to face the gunman, Sammi saw a very angry looking Bruce holding a police issue 9mm pointed directly at her chest.
“You are going to cost me money, Sammi,” said Bruce with no trace of humor in his voice. “But you're just too dangerous to sell and I don't have the time to make a proper pet of you.”
“Do you think I would willing let you touch me again, Bruce. You were my friend and you betrayed me. There's no way I'd let you sell me or anything else that your sick perverted mind could think of!”
“If that's how you want it, kiddo,” Bruce replied mockingly. “Just know I did enjoy our little time together.”
Bruce raised the gun to point it at Sammi's head. His finger tensed as he slowly began to pull the trigger on his weapon and then just as the gun was about to discharge he lurched to the side. From out of nowhere, Jezebel came running, charging into Bruce at the last moment. The gun went off, burying a bullet in the crates to Sammi's right. Bruce was knocked to his knees, and Jezebel had spun off of him to end up leaning against some crates in an effort to regain her balance.
“Come on!” shouted Sammi, recognizing now was there chance to escape.
Jezebel swung herself off the crates and ran over to Sammi, grabbing her hand. Sammi quickly spun around and led the red-head down a passage of crates. As they ran a bullet bit into a box just ahead of them. Sammi took the first turn available to them, just in the knick of time, as another bullet sprayed splinters at Jezebel's behind. Another turn and they came to a “T” in the passage and a smoldering brazier.
“Help me!” Sammi told Jezebel.
The two girls bent as one to shove the brazier over into Bruce's pursuing path. Sparks, smoke, and heat filled the intersection quickly. Both girls felt a jolt to their loins that was only overcome by the fear of their present predicament. Sammi grabbed Jezebel's hand, and ran down the left hand passage. They could hear the sound of sparks and cussing behind them. Soon those sounds became the roar of flames. The crates must have caught fire, thought Sammi.
Smoke began to accumulate in the warehouse as Sammi and Jezebel looked for a way out. The good thing, thought Sammi, was that Bruce wasn't shooting at them anymore. The bad thing was that he may not have too. If they didn't find the exit soon, the smoke would do them in. Being roasted alive was not Sammi's idea of fun, despite recent events that might suggest the contrary.
“Sammi, I can't keep running like this,” coughed Jezebel.
“Don't worry, Kiddo. I won't let anything happen to you, just give me a few more moments then you can rest.”
“Remember,” teased Sammi, “You promised me a kiss, among other things.”
“That's right,” said Jezebel bravely. “And it was you who promised and I won't let you get out of it either!”
Sammi smiled slyly and led the girl along a line of crates, finally finding what she had been looking for: the outer wall of the warehouse. Pulling Jezebel behind her, she ran over to the wall and peered above her. Sure enough, there was a window about 12 feet above them and to the left. They just had to climb a few crates to get there.
“Quick Jezebel, I'll push you up on top of this crate then you help pull me up. Okay?”
“Sure thing Sammi.”
The two women played an odd game of climbing leap frog as the helped each other to the top of one crate after another. After several minutes the two of them were standing side by side in front of the window. Sammi had just taken off the leather jacket to wrap around her arm when three holes appeared in the window panes.
Jezebel screamed and Sammi whirled around to see who was shooting at them. Down below them was Bruce with “The Princess” swung over his shoulder. He was in the process of reloading his gun. Sammi immediately turned and smashed out the rest of the window.
“Out you go,” Sammi said to Jezebel, grabbing her by the arm and thrusting her through the window.
“What? No!” howled Jezebel as she plummeted towards the ground. She hit the ground on her two feet, then buckled forward as her ankle gave. Pulling herself off the ground, she limped a few steps then looked up at the window for Sammi.
Sammi was just about to dive out the window when a sudden sharp pain bit her on the arm. Clutching her arm, she threw herself out the window, before Bruce could hit something more vital, like her head. Thankfully she had lots of practice at leaving building in odd ways, such as diving out second story windows, as it came with the P.I. Business. She hit the ground in a roll, only wincing when her injured arm came in contact with the ground.
“Sammi! Sammi! Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I'm alright kiddo. How are you?”
“My ankle hurts and I can't believe you tossed me out the window!” exclaimed Jezebel. “And it's cold out here.”
Brushing herself off, Sammi looked the nude red-head over. The lovely girl's nipples were indeed stiffening and little dimples were appearing in the most interesting of places. Her eyes lingered on the chastity belt. She was going have to do something about that. Sammi then felt a cool wind brush her naked ass and a prickling sensation as goose bumps ran across her bottom. Chuckling, Sammi rubbed the palms of her hands on her chilled rear-end. The sound of sirens were in the distance.
“Come on let's go get you warmed up,” said Sammi. “Besides I don't feel like answering questions dressed like this. Time enough for that in the morning.”
“Where and how are you going to warm me up,” whimpered Jezebel. “I'm getting colder by the minute.”
Wrapping an arm around the chilled Jezebel, Sammi replied, “Well kiddo, the where is my place and as to the how well let's just say it starts with a kiss.”
~Finis~
