1 . #5
Her gun went flying, and she rolled over to see that the van had stopped directly behind her.
A second later, the rear doors of the van opened, revealing Marianne, hands and feet bound with duct tape, and the same tape wrapped over her mouth in several layers.
“Mmmmph!” The celebrity pleaded at Felicia.
At the same time, two figures clad in black wearing ski-masks came running at Felicia from the front of the van. She spun, saw her gun laying a few feet away, and scrambled at it.
The kidnappers were faster though, and Felicia felt one grab the back of her belt and pull.
Thinking fast, Felicia reached down and unsnapped her gun-belt, causing the kidnapper to grunt in frustration.
Then then other one grabbed the back of her thong and pulled, but Felicia wriggled forward, causing her thong to slide down and expose her bare backside to the kidnapper.
She clutched at the gun, but one of the kidnappers ran forward and kicked it away.
“No-ummph!” Felicia cried out in frustration before she felt the duct tape pressed over her lips.
She reached up and clutched at her mouth while she felt the kidnapper wrap layer after layer over her lips, silencing her. Meanwhile, the other one grabbed at her clutching arms and pulled them behind her back.
“Nmmmmmph! Hllpp!” Felicia cried, feeling duct tape being wrapped around her wrists. Once her mouth was securely taped shut, the other kidnapper moved down to her legs and began securing them with the tape as well.
“Urrrgghh hmm sthhpp!” Felicia moaned and turned her head.
Her thong was down around her thighs., and the kidnappers were almost finished taping her ankles together. Once they had her bound, the two stepped forward and each lifted her from under an armpit.
“Nmmmmmohh! Ummph!” She kicked as she was lifted into a standing position and dragged over the waiting van.
Marianne still sat in the back of the van, kicking her feet and moaning into her gag.
“Mmmph! Mmmm ggmmmph!” The blond woman cried as Felicia was deposited roughly on the carpeted van floor next to her.
“Ummmff!” Felicia grunted, and a second later the doors were slammed shut behind her.
“Ummm! Gmmmm hmmm!” Marianne continued to whine.
Felicia rolled over onto her side, heard the front doors of the van open and close, then a second later they were moving again.
“Nmmmo!” Marianne cried and stamped her taped feet again.
Felicia lifted her head and took in her surroundings. The van was old, like very old. One of those vans guys would live in back in the 70s, with wood paneling and a bench seat separating the victims from the kidnappers.
“Arrrhh yhhh hhhmmkkky?” Felicia asked through her gag.
“Mmmmohh! Hllpp! Hlllppp mmhh!” Marianne cried, still kicking her feet like a child having a tantrum.
Felicia’s mind raced, where were they being taken? What did the kidnappers want?
Whatever it was, it was nothing good. Felicia looked down at her waist, cursing that she didn’t have her belt. Worse off, her entire ass was out.
“Urff… ugggh…” She grunted, trying to reach with her bound hands to pull her thong up. It wasn’t much but it was a start.
“Hrrrry!” She grunted at the whining Marianne.
“Ummph! Hlllp!” Marianne continued to mewl into her gag.
“Hrrrmmph!” Felicia grunted again.
“Whhhhtt!” Marianne darted her eyes over to the bound police woman.
“Hhhlpp mmhhh uhhtt…” Felicia wiggled her ass at Marianne and pointed to her thong that was hanging between her thighs.
“Hmmmph?” Marianne shrugged.
“Hhhhlppp mmhh uhht!” Felicia wiggled her ass again.
“Ummm whhht?” Marianne furrowed her brow.
“Urrrggh uhhsssslhhss…” Felicia sighed, resigning herself to being bottomless while kidnapped.
It’s not the worst that happened to you. She told herself, but that didn’t make it better.
Felicia craned her neck, trying to see if there was anything in the van she could use to cut her bonds, dimly aware that given how the van was speeding, her and Marianne probably didn’t have much time to act.
The french actress was still whining into her gag, telling Felicia that she probably wasn’t going to be much help in this situation.
You’re a cop, think! And you’ve been kidnapped before!
Felicia attempted to collect her thoughts, the van, the mask, the duct tape. This wasn’t a random abduction, this felt planned and coordinated…
There was a fresh squeal of tires as the van made a sharp turn, causing Felicia to roll into Marianne.
“Mmmph!” Marianne moaned as Felicia hit into her.
“Urggh!” Felicia grunted in reply and rolled off of the small actress.
Another screech of wheels, and Felicia rolled into the side wall of the van.
“Hrrrgghh…” She grunted and rolled her eyes.
Then the van screeched to a halt. Both women stiffened and met each other’s gaze.
“Hrrrmmm ggmm…” Marianne whined.
“Ufff… uhfff…” Felicia sat up, waiting for whatever their kidnappers had in store.
A moment later the rear doors opened, and their masked abductors glared in at the two bikini clad captives.
“Mmnnooo! Mmnnnphh! Mmmmph!” Marianne shook her head and cried.
“Lllssnn, llhttth uhhss gnmmoh!” Felicia tried to reason through the gag.
One of the mask kidnappers reached into their pocket and took out a phone.
Felicia recognized it, it was Marianne’s phone.
The kidnappers then both climbed into the back of the van with the hostages.
One of them wrapped an arm around Felicia’s shoulder and pulled her close while they wrapped the other arm around Marianne’s shoulder and pulled her close.
Meanwhile, the other one turned Marianne’s phone as if to take a selfie and started recording.
“Hlllp! Hmmfffhh mmhh!” Marianne cried into the phone.
“Hrrrmmph! Mmmmm gghhh! Mmmph!” Felicia also joined in.
“We have your step-daughter and the cop.” The kidnapper’s voice was garbled as they spoke, telling Felicia that they were using a voice changer.
“Hrrrmm! Mnnnnahh! Hlllp!” Marianne increased her struggles.
“Hrrrmmm sthhp! Lhhhtt ghhhmnno!” Felicia grunted, trying to wriggle out of the other kidnapper’s grasp.
“If you want to see her again, you’ll have two million in cash ready by noon tomorrow, then await our instructions. Get the police involved, play any games with us, or if you don’t produce the money, then Marianne will be broadcasting her next show from the bottom of the ocean.”
“Nnnmmph!” Marianne squeaked.
“Hmmmmph! Nnnmmoo!” Felicia kicked at the kidnapper with the phone, who ended the video and stepped out of the van, eying the two helpless women.
“Let’s get her first.” They motioned to Marianne.
“Hmmmph? Mmmhh?” Her eyes went wide.
“Hrrryy sthpp!” Felicia kicked once again at the kidnappers, but they ignored her.
One grabbed Marianne by her bound feet, and the other lifted her from under the armpits, and together they carried the twisting, writhing woman out of the van.
“Mmmph! Sthhp! Mmmmm ggmmm! Hllpp! Hllpp!” Felicia heard Marianne’s muffled cries grow more distant as they carried her out of eyesight.
They hadn’t bothered to close the van doors, and looking out, Felicia could see sunlight shining through holes in a decaying ceiling to reveal one of the many abandoned warehouses along the beach.
“Grrrhmmm…” She groaned.
Felicia hated the abandoned warehouses, yet always ended up at one of them.
She tried to take in what she knew now that the kidnappers had left her alone.
There were two of them, and they had voice changers, wore all black, and masks.
Another thing was that they were wearing baggy clothes too, all in all, a very effective way of hiding their identities.
She shimmied forward, trying to see if she could figure out more about where she was. It didn’t seem like it was far from where they had been abducted, but the van had been speeding too.
Think Felicia, think! She shuffled forward until her feet were hanging from the back of the van.
No one on the force would notice she was missing until her shift was done, and that was a few hours away.
Even then, Felicia didn’t come home straight away sometimes so it might be until tomorrow that Gina started to suspect something.
Someone was bound to notice that Marianne was missing, after all, they had left Mona, Mindy, and Amy behind on the beach, but the kidnappers could have also sent the ransom video already.
“Grrmm…” Felicia shuffled forward, getting ready to hop out of the van.
Even if Mona did decide to pay the ransom, there was no guarantee the kidnappers would keep up their side of the bargain. Felicia had to act or else her and Marianne could end up as fish food.