Innocence Taken (6 page)

Mindy pouted before she moved to a small table next to the bed. He followed. She picked up a purse and flipped it open. She pulled out her driver's license and held it up for him to see.

"Okay, you're eighteen."

The man did not have to pretend any longer. He grabbed her, smothering her with his lips. One hand moved to her breast while the other reached for the string to her top. He pulled the cord and the tiny bit of material fell to the floor. He bent over and sucked on her perky tits. Mindy didn't wait. She tossed the license and wallet aside and reached for his crotch. It was bulging.

"My, what a big cock you have,” she whispered.

"The better to dip you with, my dear."

He hesitated, wanting to ask her something. She sensed it. “What do you want?"

"Do you like it kinky?"

"Depends on how kinky.” She had tried a lot at her young age.

"Like ropes and tape."

"Oh ... you're one of those kinds."

The man's heart almost stopped. He thought she was going to kick him out and that was not going to happen. He had her here, alone, and she was not getting away.

"There's some in the top drawer in the kitchen. I'll wait for you here. Mindy crawled onto the bed and lay down, arching her back so her breasts stood out. She smiled. She had been right about this one. He was different. She was in for an exciting time.

The man walked to the kitchen. Mindy watched his ass, liking what she saw. She couldn't wait to get her hands on it again. He found the items and returned. She allowed him to tie her arms to the bedpost then one of her legs. He left the other loose. She blew him a kiss before he put the tape across her lips. She had no idea how deadly this man was. She was about to find out.

He fondled each breast lovingly before moving toward her crotch. She wiggled, enjoying his gentle touch. He ran his hand under the material and slid a finger between her vaginal lips. She lifted her hips, forcing the finger to go inside her. She gyrated her hips, moaned, and pleaded with her eyes for him to take her. He became infuriated with her. He was supposed to lead the sex ... not her.

Getting to his feet, he returned to the small kitchen. From one of the drawers, he grabbed a small wire whisk he had spotted earlier. He returned to the bed and pulled the rest of her swimsuit out of the way. He spread her legs. Mindy watched him, curious. When she realized what he was going to do with the whisk, she tried to fight. He backhanded her. She fought harder. He backhanded her again. He was smiling. He was loving this.

The man guided the whisk toward her vagina. Gripping it tight, he worked the many wire strands inside. Mindy screamed. She tried to kick the man. He pinned her leg against his body. He twisted the whisk back and forth like a mixer. He watched the lips curl one way then the other. He felt his penis stiffen. Leaving the whisk where it was, he got to his feet and removed his swimsuit. His penis touched his abdomen. He stroked it.

Mindy's eyes were filled with pain and fear. She saw the maniac look in his and knew she was in trouble. She wondered about her decision to allow this man to tie her up. She wondered about her loose behavior. Now she knew she was going to pay for it. She whimpered when he lifted her loose leg up, exposing her ass.

He fingered it, shoved the whisk deeper into her vagina, and fingered her ass again. He grabbed his penis and guided it toward her. Mindy tried to shift her hips away, but the tied leg wouldn't allow it. He was holding the other tight against his body. He shoved his swollen member in without the aid of lubricant. It hurt. It wasn't like the other times. Those guys had used lubricant.

He squirmed his hips in a circular motion, bumping into the whisk in the process. It shoved in deeper. She cried out. Then she moaned. The feeling running through her body was wonderful. She realized she loved it. He pushed in and out as hard as he could. His entire shaft disappeared into her anus. She arched her back, helping it go in. She gripped the ropes holding her arms and pumped him.

She never realized the tape was gone until his penis was crammed into her mouth. She ran her tongue over it like an ice cream treat, teasing the tip. The man had his eyes closed. He savored every touch. She felt it hit the back of her throat. She arched her head back, taking it all. She felt the whisk twirl again. It hit her clitoris. It excited her.

Suddenly, her mouth was filled with his sweet cum. She felt the shaft ripple as it released its load. She drank every drop, sucking the member until nothing more came out. When he pulled out, she expected him to untie her. He didn't. Instead, he covered her mouth with the tape again. She questioned him with her eyes. He only smiled.

He padded to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. He bent over, looked in, and pulled out a can of Pepsi. He was glad it wasn't diet. Popping the pull-tab, he took a long drink. The can was emptied in three swallows. He reached in for another.

Moving to a chair, he sat down, opened his legs and played with himself. He was trying to decide when he was going to sample her again and how he was going to get her to his van unnoticed. He knew he would have to wait until dark. He also knew he was going to enjoy the long drive back to the cabin. He knew this one wasn't The One, but he was going to make the most of her company anyway. As with the others, he would bide his time until he became bored, then hunt again.

Nature sat up on the couch gasping. She had been dreaming, dreaming about the man, the one who loved to torture. She clutched at her throat. She could still feel his hands there. Sweat covered her brow. Swinging her legs over the side, she got up and went through the dark house to the kitchen. When she opened the door to the refrigerator, the bright light caused her to turn away and blink several times.. She fumbled inside, grabbed a bottled water, then shut the door, blocking the painful light. She twisted the cap and took a long drink. The cold moisture wet her parched throat. She pulled out a stool from the breakfast bar and sat down. She moved the bottle to her forehead. It helped reduce the heat coming off.

What was it about this case that bothered her? None of the others had even crossed her mind. Why was this one different?

"Couldn't sleep either?"

The sound of Sandy's voice nearly caused her to jump out of her skin. Nature turned to see her secretary leaning against the doorframe, wrapped in an oversized white terrycloth robe, her arms crossed before her.

"Don't DO that. You nearly caused me to have a heart attack. Out in the middle of nowhere ... that would not be good."

Ignoring the comment, Sandy went to the fridge, grabbed another bottle of water, and moved to the other barstool next to Nature.. She took a drink before setting it on the counter. Reaching over, she flicked on a small florescent light over the bar. It was shielded, preventing the glow from hurting their eyes.

"I heard you calling out. I listened for a while. When the noise stopped, I knew you were awake. That's when I heard the stool slide across the floor. I decided to join you."

Nature gripped the bottle with both hands. She stared at it. “I was dreaming about that girl ... and the man who did those terrible things. I tried to see him, but he remained hidden. He laughed at me."

"I heard you moan several times."

Nature remained silent. She remembered the touch of the man's hands on the girl. She remembered the touch of her husband on her own body. She missed it. She missed him. She was lonely.

"What do you think it means?” Sandy asked.

"I think it means I want to solve this case so badly that I'm subconsciously responding to it. I want him caught before he kills again."

"You'll catch him."

"But will it be in time?"

"I hope so."

Both women sat at the bar, talking, until the rays of daylight broke over the horizon. They moved to the patio located to the rear of the house and watched in silence as the reddish orange colors of sunrise washed over everything. When they became too tired to stay awake, they went inside. Both retired to their rooms in an attempt to get more sleep. The sun was high in the sky before either did.

Heavy pounding on the front door jerked them awake. Nature heard Sandy's bare feet trot down the stairs. The front door opened and voices echoed in the hall. Silence followed. Then she heard footsteps come up the stairs. She sat up as Sandy entered. Her look was blank.

"Sheriff Westerly is downstairs. He's not alone. Another man is with him. I think he's another cop."

"What happened?"

"I don't know. They wouldn't say."

"Take them into the study. I'll be down in a few."

Nature threw the covers back. She walked to the dresser, pulled out a comfortable long sleeved pullover shirt and put it on. Jeans hung on hangers in the closet. She grabbed a dark pair and put them on. She went into the bathroom and ran a comb through her hair. She was glad of the fact that she did not need makeup. To her, it was a bother to put all that stuff on. Satisfied with the look, she went downstairs to meet the men.

Web stood by the side exit, looking out at the many panes of glass. Another man with a cowboy hat hanging from his hands sat on the loveseat. He stood when she entered the room. Nature was thankful that Sandy had not let anyone sit on her preferred spot, the couch. She walked to it and indicated for both men to have a seat before she sat. The stranger returned to his previous position. Web moved to the chair.

""Web ... what brings you here?"

The sheriff looked first at her, then at the other man. When he spoke, her heart fell. “There's been another kidnapping."

"When?"

"Two days ago."

"Where?"

"Florida.” He turned to the man on the loveseat, “This is Officer Spangle. He's from the Orlando area.

"Brevard County, ma'am."

His voice was soft, but it carried across the room. Nature liked the sound of it.

"A girl disappeared. The family found her gone and searched but couldn't find anything. They called us. However, like them, we found nothing. I remembered reading about you and was hoping you'd come help us locate her."

"Are you sure she didn't run away?” Nature asked.

"No ma'am, she didn't. She loved her family, they're a close lot."

She looked at Web. “Do you think this is tied in with the other case?"

"It might be. That's why I brought Spangle here."

"I see."

Sandy came into the room and stood behind Nature. The older woman looked over her shoulder at her and smiled. She turned back to the officers. “I'll come—but under certain circumstances. First, I want Sheriff Westerly to go with me.” Sandy started to speak but Nature held up a hand. “Sandy ... I want you to stay here. If I need information, I want you to be the one to look it up."

"But Nature..."

"Sandy, you're the only one I trust, the only one I allow to stay here. Please follow my request."

"Okay, but I don't like it.” Sandy showed her displeasure with her stance. This was the first time they had not traveled together and she didn't like it, not one bit.

"Second, I need as few people there as possible. And third, I need something that was special to the girl, something not touched by half the county."

"You got it ... all of it.” Officer Spangle stood. “When do we leave?"

"You will fly back as soon as possible to get things ready. I will meet you there."

"You're not flying with me?” The man looked surprised.

"She doesn't fly ... too many people ... too close. They might touch her and that would not be pretty,” Sandy said.

"But won't that waste precious time?"

"Not with two of us taking turns at driving."

"I'm not sure if I can be away that long,” Web said. “I was elected to be sheriff ... not a taxi driver."

"Do you want to catch this killer?” Nature spat at Web. “I think you do. Why else would you bring this man to me?"

"Because I know you can find her,” he shouted. Web got out of the chair and moved to the outside door, staring at the open plains beyond. “And because I want her found alive."

Nature looked at Spangle, “I have a camper. I can be on the road in one hour. Web, can I count on you?"

He kept his back to her. After staring out the glass a second longer, he said, “Yea. Can I use your phone? I'll have to make arrangements.” He turned around. “And I need to get some clothes."

"I have some. They aren't uniforms, but they'll fit.” Nature did not tell him they belonged to her late husband. He didn't need to know.

Sandy took the sheriff to the kitchen. When she returned, she led Officer Spangle to the garage where she told him to wait in the SUV parked there. She would take him to the airport since Westerly would be on the road with Nature.

Upon coming back to the study, she said, “I think leaving me behind is a mistake. We've worked many a case together and I know how you operate."

"Sandy ... if this guy finds out about me, I want you out of the way. You're my best friend. I don't want him to focus on you."

"I can handle myself."

"I don't need that kind of distraction—or worry. I want to catch this jackass quickly."

Before Sandy could respond, Sheriff Westerly returned to the room. “Everything's all set. Deputy Frewerson will watch out while I'm gone. I told him I'd be away for about a week on a case.” He noticed the tension in the room. “Is everything okay here?"

"It's fine.” Nature hugged Sandy close. Sandy didn't say anything. She remained stiff.

Nature left the room and went upstairs to pack. Sandy exited out the side door, heading toward the garage where Deputy Spangle waited.. The engine for the SUV roared to life. Westerly heard gravel hit the garage as it flew out from under the spinning tires. The sound faded as the vehicle left the area, taking Spangle back to the airport. Westerly shook his head. He knew this was going to be a long ride. He only hoped it would be worthwhile and a killer found before it was too late for another girl.

Half an hour later, Nature entered the study with a bundle of men's clothes in her arms. Sheriff Westerly halted his pacing and moved to take them from her. She turned away.