3 .
Felicia realized that she had spent a little too much time in the past bound and gagged when she found herself mentally judging her kidnappers for being amateurs.
Not that Felicia was proud of the fact that she was used to being bound and gagged, but experience in being kidnapped meant that she knew how to get herself free.
If you’re going to tie someone up, don’t leave them in a spot where they can easily get free.
She smiled as she made her way through the decrepit warehouse.
Not only had the kidnappers left her in a room where there were plenty of sharp edges she could use to cut herself free, but they had left her unguarded as well.
Felicia found a rusty length of rebar jutting out of a hole in the wall and used it to cut her hands free, and then from there she easily removed the tape around her mouth and ankles.
Then, after pulling up her thong, stepped out in search of the people who abducted her.
There was a moment where she was afraid that her kidnappers had locked the door to the room they stored her in, but to her relief when she tried the door she found it unlocked.
Of course, because they’re amateurs. She sighed and closed the door behind her. They must have been really confident that duct tape alone would hold her, but it would take a lot more to keep Felicia Fetters down.
Emerging into the open area of the warehouse, she noticed that the bay doors leading out to the beach had been closed, though the old van still sat in the middle of the room.
She had been tempted to slip out, or take the van and drive to safety and come back with reinforcements, but she was afraid that if she did so, by the time she arrived back at the warehouse with backup, the kidnappers would be long gone.
Then again, that’s what sensible kidnappers would do, but everything about this operation would be sloppy.
Instead, Felicia ducked into a nearby hallway, expecting that she might find Marianne, and the kidnappers, in one of the many offices lining both sides of the decaying corridor.
She was hoping that she would also be able to find a phone or something too so she could call Gina at the station, but then she realized that she still had no idea where exactly on the beach she was.
For all intents and purposes, she was alone against the kidnappers.
They’ll soon realize their mistake. Felicia thought as she made her way down the hallway. Ahead, she could see a light filtering out of a hallway, and voices.
Felicia pressed forward on her tip-toes, the voices getting louder as she moved closer. The kidnappers had removed their voice-changers, no doubt thinking that Felicia was safely tucked away where she wouldn’t be a problem.
Amateurs. She thought again, right now she had the drop on them, could take them by surprise much like they did her.
The doorway was partially cracked, revealing what was once a break-room, now just as ravaged as the rest of the warehouse.
Several small work-lights had been set up in the room, illuminating a figure pacing back and forth like a wind-up toy.
Felicia stood back a little so she wouldn’t cast a shadow and listened.
Every fiber of her being wanted to burst in, to show them how badly they had messed up, but she waited. Timing was everything.
“Any response yet?” One voice asked from inside the room.
“Nothing.” Said the other.
“Did she really leave us on read?” The first voice asked.
“I mean… looks like it.” Said the second one.
The kidnappers had ditched their baggy clothes too, which were now draped over a chair at an old table, and one of them stood in the center of the room staring at a cell phone, the work-lights perfectly silhouetting the curve of her ass in her thong.
It was a backside that Felicia would recognize anywhere, and the ass Felicia had seen when the one kidnapper had stumbled and her pants fell down.
Mindy, the makeup girl, and Amy the camera girl paced back and forth, biting her nails.
“Should we send another message?” Mindy asked, looking at the phone as if willing a response.
“God no, we don’t want to look desperate. We’re kidnappers, we hold all the cards.” Amy sighed, but the way her ass cheeks clenched around her thong told Felicia that she was nervous.
“Ugh, that fucking bitch. I always knew she hated me.” An accented voice sighed, and a moment later Marianne stepped into the light, snatched the phone from Mindy, and then gave it back.
“Amy, stop pacing, you’re making me nervous.” Marianne grumbled and sat in one of the chairs at the table.
“What if she goes to the cops?” Amy blurted and leaned against the counter.
“So what, isn’t that the point?” Mindy asked.
“Yes, but what if they figure it out.” Amy sighed, twiddling her fingers.
“She’s probably hoping that the kidnappers make good on their threat to kill me so that I’m out of her hair… or she has a life insurance policy on me… or both…” Marianne rubbed her chin.
“Marianne, come on, you aren’t worried?” Amy asked.
“No I’m not, no matter what happens, we stick to the plan.” Marianne stood, rallying her troops.
“Yes but if she stays quiet…” Amy began.
“Those other bimbos on the police force will realize that Felicia’s missing in a few hours, if they haven’t already,” Marianne interjected.
“If Mona doesn’t want to play ball, then we just leave a trail of breadcrumbs leading back to here. You two will be long gone, and the cops will find me and Felicia, bound, gagged, and helpless, abandoned by the kidnappers who panicked and didn’t have the stomach to kill us off.”
“That makes sense.” Mindy shrugged.
“Or,” Marianne tossed her hair. “I made an impassioned plea for my life, and the life of the brave police woman. The kidnappers took pity on us and ran, leaving us to be found by law enforcement.” She beamed at her plan.
Felicia beamed too, seeing her opportunity. There was no way she was being a pawn in this game.
“There’s only one problem...” Felicia kicked open the door and stormed in.
Mindy screamed and jumped back. Amy looked like she was going to have a heart attack. Marianne’s eyes went wide but she stayed perfectly still.
“I just heard the whole thing.” Felicia smiled, fists balled and muscles tense.
“Felicia!” Marianne’s eyes went wide and every muscle in her beautiful body went tense. She gripped the edges of her seat as she stared in shock at the policewoman.
Mindy and Amy too froze, their jaws dropping in shock at Felicia, who stood triumphant, hands on her hips.
“I thought she was taped up!” Marianne stood, her face darkening in fury.
“We did, she was wrapped up nice and tight.” Amy explained.
“Obviously you did a bad job!” Marianne glared at Felicia.
“And if you think you I’m going to play along with this fake kidnapping, you have another thing coming.” Felicia beamed.
“Well, there’s still more of us than there are you, grab her!”
“What?” Felicia went pale as she realized several things.
The first was that she burst into the break room with no plan beyond confronting her kidnappers; second, that she was unarmed; and third, that she was outnumbered.
Her kidnappers realized that too, and Amy and Mindy exchanged a look, and then had the same epiphany that Felicia did.
Before the thong clad policewoman could react, both women pounced on her.
“Ugh, get off me!” Felicia grunted as they grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back.
“Get her down, on the ground!” Marianne ordered, the ringleader of the thong clad kidnappers.
“Don’t you dare! Let me go! You’re already in so much trouble!” Felicia twisted and writhed as they forced her onto her stomach.
“Hold her! Hold her!” Marianne commanded as the two women holding the kicking and struggling Felicia pinned to the floor.
They twisted her wrists behind her back and once again Felicia felt duct tape wrapping around them.
“You think this will hold me? I got out before!” Felicia cried, kicking and trying to throw off her attacker.
“Ugh, shut up!” Marianne sighed, and a moment later Felicia was silenced by a very old, very dirty looking cloth being shoved into her mouth.
“Urrrmmmph! Mmmmmph!” Felicia’s eyes went wide and she focused on the cloth shoved between her lips.
They better not have found that in the building here. She thought, and before she could spit it out, Marianne was wrapping duct tape around her mouth once again.
“Here you go Felicia, so much better, nice and quiet.” Marianne mocked as she wrapped layer after layer over Felicia’s jaw.
“Ummmph hmmph! Mmmph! Ummm ghmm!” Felicia mumbled, between the cloth shoved in her mouth and the tape, it was almost impossible to move her mouth.
Once she was securely gagged, Amy and Mindy crossed her ankles and Marianne used the tape to wrap them together as well. Yet again, Felicia was tied and gagged with duct tape like she had been earlier.
“Ummm hmmph! Mmmmmph! Urrggg hhmmm hggrrrggl!” She grunted and strained, flexing every muscle in her impressive physique, but they had wrapped way more layers around her than before, and made it tighter.
“Okay, roll her over.” Marianne commanded, and a moment later her two cronies rolled Felicia into a sitting position.
“Urrghh hmmmpph!” Felicia grunted, and glared up at Marianne, who stood with her hands on her hips, smiling down at Felicia.
Marianne still wore the same pink thong bikini, and her breasts heaved up and down with triumph as she smiled down at the helpless Felicia.
“Well Felicia, I think we need to have a talk.” Marianne smiled and sat on the ground next to the helpless policewoman.
“Hurrrmmmph! Mmmmph!” Felicia grunted.
Marianne sat and extended her legs, resting them on Felicia’s lap.
“I am sorry to have to do this, I always liked you Felicia, but I realized that you could play an important part in this little game of mine.”
“Hrrrmmm mmmph! Mmmnno!” Felicia cried and twisted in fury, hoping the power of her anger would break her bonds, but no such luck.
“Ironically, if anyone else’s career could benefit from a kidnapping, it’s you.” Marianne laughed.
“Hrrmmm mmrrmmph!” Felicia responded.
“Oh please, you don’t think I didn’t do my research on you? That embarrassing picture in the paper on your first day on the job.” Marianne laughed again.
“Hmmphh!” Felicia grunted and twisted again, not needing reminded of the photo posted in the paper of her bound and gagged in her underwear.
“Then of course Felicia Fetish, don’t have to go deep on the internet to find those videos.” Marianne continued to mock her helpless prisoner.
“Grrmmm…” Felicia growled.
“Seriously girl, after a year as a fetish model, you decide to be a cop again, but this is how you dress?” Marianne gestured to Felicia’s police issue thong bikini.
“Ummm hmmph!” Felicia nodded. It was about being empowered, comfortable in her own skin.
“Then there’s me, blacklisted by Hollywood, an outcast.” Marianne stood and paced in front of Felicia.
“Hmmmph…” Felicia sighed.
“They won’t even cast me as Mrs. Americana, me! I’d be perfect for the role, look at these!” She pushed up her breasts, as if that was the only thing qualifying her for the job.
“But my reputation is in the gutters, so many people poisoned my name! I had to think of how I could get good will, to get public sympathy, and then my name back in the head lines.”
Felicia glared, knowing exactly where Marianne was going with this.
“But what about a kidnapping? Me, the poor, innocent celebrity, abducted for a ransom. I’ll be on all the shows, giving interviews, the magazine covers, all of them talking about how brave I was, of my strength in a harrowing situation.”
Then she kneeled down next to Felicia.
“And you,” She reached out a hand and brushed Felicia’s shoulder. “The brave cop who ran after me, an innocent pulled into this whole affair.”
“Hmmmph!” Felicia pulled away.
“But also, because we needed a witness, someone to corroborate the kidnapping, add credibility to it.”
“Ummm hmm!” Felicia shook her head. After all this, they really just did want her to be the fool, someone to back up Marianne’s story and go along with everything. Of course, they never intended for Felicia to discover the truth.
“We could still do it, even change the ending. You, the tough cop who got herself free, then found me, the helpless prisoner, and carried me to safety,” She put her head on her forehead and fake swooned. “Sound good to you?”
“Ffhhhmmm mmnnhooo!” Felicia responded.
“Well Felicia,” Marianne sighed and stood. “You’ve presented us with a bit of a pickle then.”
Felicia stared up at the blond woman defiantly.
“Maybe, the kidnappers decided to get rid of you, as an example. It will raise the stakes a bit.” Marianne smiled, crafting the story in her head.
“Ummm hmm…” Felicia shivered, knowing that there was no way Marianne would let her go free now that she knew the plan.
She had to get free, and fast.