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Basement Bound: A Stan Goldman/Barbara Moore Adventure
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I was just getting into the swing of things ... topless in my jeans, whacking Goldman again and again across his bare ass with my new riding crop, the sweat of exertion already glistening on my chest and back ... when the Russians barged in on us!
I gawked in amazement, and instinctively covered my bare breasts with my arms, as the blond one sneered, "If you two like this sort of stuff, you’re really going to enjoy our cellar. Sergei, would you please untie Detective Goldman and, Pavel, would you kindly assist Detective Moore?”
The one they called Pavel was upon me with amazing speed, grabbing my wrists and swiftly twisting me around to pin them behind my back. He drove me forward until I face-first up against the basement wall. I tried to break away, but he was too quick and way too strong, easily pinning me in place against the wall with his shoulder while he bound my wrists behind my back with a pair of plastic restraint cuffs.
As he spun me around to face him, he glanced over his shoulder to see how Sergei was getting along with releasing Stan from the St. Andrews. Satisfied, he turned back to me and growled, "You are one kinky little bitch, Detective Moore. Who would have thought we'd come upon a scene like this. Alex is gonna love the price you're going to bring on the slave market. No wonder he has a standing offer for your sweet little ass!"
I tried to knee him, but again he was too quick for me. So I spat in his face. That earned me an open-handed slap across the face that had me seeing stars, and tasting blood.
The blond Russian moved over to assist, pinning me against the wall by my shoulders while Pavel applied a strip of duct tape to my mouth. Then they threw me to the floor. I rolled on my side and pulled my legs up in a fetal position. Tears filled my eyes as I watched the three of them hold Stan's naked body face down on the floor while they bound his wrists. Jerking his head back, they silenced him with a strip of duct tape.
"Such a pleasure to see a couple of cops on the wrong end of the stick," chortled Sergei as he stood up and stepped back. "Would you look at that guy? Wonder what a sexy cunt like her would ever see in an old war horse like him?"
"Speaking of cunts," laughed Sergei, kneeling beside me, rolling me over on my back, opening the front of my jeans, and slipping his hand down under the front of my kinis.
I wriggled and twisted in protest, as his strong fingers forced their way in. My eyes got big, betraying my horror and disgust.
"Not now," snapped the blond Russian. "Let's get them back to the house. You can play with her there all you like, along with the other two!"
At the mention of “the other two”, I shot a knowing, and admittedly triumphant glance at Stan. Seems I had been right all along and wanted him to acknowledge it. But he just replied with a pained and doleful look.
"Sergei, you go out and bring the SUV up close to the house. We'll knock these two out and dump them in the back. Luckily it’s dark out. No one should notice."
"You got it, Max."
"Hey, you don't use my name. Got it?" he scowled.
"Right, boss. I forgot. Sorry."
For the next several minutes I laid still on the cold cellar floor, face still smarting. Stan was lying just a few feet away. Falling back on my academy training, I tried to concentrate on getting a good look at Pavel, and at Max ... who clearly was the man in charge. His face had all the hallmarks of a hood, a mean bastard. Pavel, on the other hand, was the easy going follower type. The kind who follows orders, and tries not to think about anything very deeply.
Sergei soon returned to announce that all was ready. They wrestled Stan and me to our feet, and shoved us in the direction of the stairs leading up to the first floor of our house. Stan went first. I followed, my eyes glued to his reddened bare buttocks as he climbed the stairs in front of me. I struggled with my hands bound behind my back to reach and tug on the back of my open jeans, which had slid down low on my hips.
Once we had reached the top of the stairs, they hustled us to the back door, whereupon Max produced a syringe and, while Sergei held me still, jabbed me in the arm. My head swirled, a wave of nausea swept over me and I collapsed into Sergei's arms.
*********
When I came to, I found myself stark naked, sitting with my back against the concrete wall of a cellar, my ass resting on the hard concrete floor, legs spread out in front of me, ankles tied to two rings set into the floor. Looking up I could see that that my arms were stretched straight over my head, wrists cuffed and bound to a ring set in the wall. I was still gagged with a strip of duct tape.
On either side of me, similarly bound in place, were two naked girls. One of them, presumably Tina, looked remarkably like me. I had thought so when I had first seen her picture, but in real life, despite the gag and her reddened eyes, the resemblance was astonishing. The other one, logically, had to be Josie.
Across the way, sitting under a bare light bulb that hung from the cellar rafters was Stan, still naked, bound to a chair. His head sagged forward. He looked unconscious.
Turning towards Tina, I noticed that she was looking at me with an expression of wide-eyed disbelief. She saw the resemblance too. I nodded to her. She just stared back.
I guessed we were in the cellar of the Victorian house that Stan and I had been casing. I could hear talking upstairs ... in Russian. The gruff voice of Max was unmistakable. it sounded as though he was on the phone with someone called Alex. It also sounded like he was taking orders, for he kept repeating the word "da". And it sounded like I was, at least in part, the subject of the conversation for I heard my name mentioned more than once.
After yet another series of "da's" and a quick "spasibo", Max ended his call. A hurried conversation followed, presumably with Sergei and Pavel, and then there was a scraping of chairs on the floorboards overhead and the sound of boots descending the stairs to the cellar. Our Russian abductors came into full view, preceded by a waft of air perfumed with alcohol. They had been drinking.
"Well, look!" slurred Pavel, our kinky little she-detective is awake! Perhaps old Pavel can get a taste of what that old goat detective pal of hers was getting. Nice body, all soft and curvy and ripe! She looks like one hell of a nice fuck!"
"Hold off a second," said Max, extending one arm in a restraining fashion while fishing out his phone with his free hand. "Alex wants a few pics of her. Says his client is delighted to know that we have the famous Detective Moore in ... shall we say "custody" ... Har har! Alex says a few provocatively entertaining nude pics could be useful in extracting an even higher fee for her."
That did it, if there were any doubts about this being a white slavery racket, which in fact there really weren't ... this was the final proof. These guys were obviously intent on shipping me and the other two girls out of the country.
It suddenly came to me what the peculiar box-like cages stacked against one wall were used for ... human cargo!
And if they succeeded in their plans, we would certainly never be heard from again, nor were we likely to enjoy our travels.
It also dawned on me that they probably had abducted Tina to fulfill some crazy's desire to possess me as his personal sex slave. They had been hoping she might do instead.
As for Stan, I had no idea what his fate might be, but I feared the worst. Tossed overboard in the dead of night from some tramp freighter headed for who knows where?
Putting such thoughts aside, I shifted uncomfortably as Sergei and Pavel hastened to free me from my shackled position against the wall, all the while keeping an eye on Max who was nailing a drop cloth against a partition that would presumably serve as the backdrop for the little “proactively entertaining” photo shoot he had in mind for me.
Stepping back to survey his work, he made a grunt of satisfaction, then dragged an old wooden sawhorse into position in front of the cloth. Looking up, he reached for a set of leather cuffs that dangled on ropes from the overhead rafters.
Pavel and Sergei soon had me on my feet and moving toward the waiting sawhorse. I glanced back at Tina and Josie. They seemed subdued ... anything but shocked .. watching with seeming disinterest as I was hoisted up and placed on the sawhorse in a straddling position. It's narrow top edge dug uncomfortably into my naked crotch.
My arms were raised and locked into the overhead cuffs, and my ankles together bound beneath the horse. A comb was run through my disheveled hair, and the duct tape ripped from my mouth.
I cried out in pain. Sergei re-positioned me slightly on the horse, its sharp upper edge digging painfully in between my sex. I screamed again.
I looked over at Stan, who was still slumped in his chair.
Max grabbed me by the chin, and growled "Look at the camera, Detective Moore. One of your admirers would like to see you smile."
"Fuck you!" I yelled angrily as he stepped back and began snapping pictures, moving form side to side and around behind to get me from every angle.
"Let's get a little action out of her," he snapped to his henchmen. "I need to do a couple of videos too."
"Sure boss," chirped Pavel, brandishing a short multi-thonged whip and positioning himself directly behind me.
I was just getting into the swing of things ... topless in my jeans, whacking Goldman again and again across his bare ass with my new riding crop, the sweat of exertion already glistening on my chest and back ... when the Russians barged in on us!
I gawked in amazement, and instinctively covered my bare breasts with my arms, as the blond one sneered, "If you two like this sort of stuff, you’re really going to enjoy our cellar. Sergei, would you please untie Detective Goldman and, Pavel, would you kindly assist Detective Moore?”
The one they called Pavel was upon me with amazing speed, grabbing my wrists and swiftly twisting me around to pin them behind my back. He drove me forward until I face-first up against the basement wall. I tried to break away, but he was too quick and way too strong, easily pinning me in place against the wall with his shoulder while he bound my wrists behind my back with a pair of plastic restraint cuffs.
As he spun me around to face him, he glanced over his shoulder to see how Sergei was getting along with releasing Stan from the St. Andrews. Satisfied, he turned back to me and growled, "You are one kinky little bitch, Detective Moore. Who would have thought we'd come upon a scene like this. Alex is gonna love the price you're going to bring on the slave market. No wonder he has a standing offer for your sweet little ass!"
I tried to knee him, but again he was too quick for me. So I spat in his face. That earned me an open-handed slap across the face that had me seeing stars, and tasting blood.
The blond Russian moved over to assist, pinning me against the wall by my shoulders while Pavel applied a strip of duct tape to my mouth. Then they threw me to the floor. I rolled on my side and pulled my legs up in a fetal position. Tears filled my eyes as I watched the three of them hold Stan's naked body face down on the floor while they bound his wrists. Jerking his head back, they silenced him with a strip of duct tape.
"Such a pleasure to see a couple of cops on the wrong end of the stick," chortled Sergei as he stood up and stepped back. "Would you look at that guy? Wonder what a sexy cunt like her would ever see in an old war horse like him?"
"Speaking of cunts," laughed Sergei, kneeling beside me, rolling me over on my back, opening the front of my jeans, and slipping his hand down under the front of my kinis.
I wriggled and twisted in protest, as his strong fingers forced their way in. My eyes got big, betraying my horror and disgust.
"Not now," snapped the blond Russian. "Let's get them back to the house. You can play with her there all you like, along with the other two!"
At the mention of “the other two”, I shot a knowing, and admittedly triumphant glance at Stan. Seems I had been right all along and wanted him to acknowledge it. But he just replied with a pained and doleful look.
"Sergei, you go out and bring the SUV up close to the house. We'll knock these two out and dump them in the back. Luckily it’s dark out. No one should notice."
"You got it, Max."
"Hey, you don't use my name. Got it?" he scowled.
"Right, boss. I forgot. Sorry."
For the next several minutes I laid still on the cold cellar floor, face still smarting. Stan was lying just a few feet away. Falling back on my academy training, I tried to concentrate on getting a good look at Pavel, and at Max ... who clearly was the man in charge. His face had all the hallmarks of a hood, a mean bastard. Pavel, on the other hand, was the easy going follower type. The kind who follows orders, and tries not to think about anything very deeply.
Sergei soon returned to announce that all was ready. They wrestled Stan and me to our feet, and shoved us in the direction of the stairs leading up to the first floor of our house. Stan went first. I followed, my eyes glued to his reddened bare buttocks as he climbed the stairs in front of me. I struggled with my hands bound behind my back to reach and tug on the back of my open jeans, which had slid down low on my hips.
Once we had reached the top of the stairs, they hustled us to the back door, whereupon Max produced a syringe and, while Sergei held me still, jabbed me in the arm. My head swirled, a wave of nausea swept over me and I collapsed into Sergei's arms.
*********
When I came to, I found myself stark naked, sitting with my back against the concrete wall of a cellar, my ass resting on the hard concrete floor, legs spread out in front of me, ankles tied to two rings set into the floor. Looking up I could see that that my arms were stretched straight over my head, wrists cuffed and bound to a ring set in the wall. I was still gagged with a strip of duct tape.
On either side of me, similarly bound in place, were two naked girls. One of them, presumably Tina, looked remarkably like me. I had thought so when I had first seen her picture, but in real life, despite the gag and her reddened eyes, the resemblance was astonishing. The other one, logically, had to be Josie.
Across the way, sitting under a bare light bulb that hung from the cellar rafters was Stan, still naked, bound to a chair. His head sagged forward. He looked unconscious.
Turning towards Tina, I noticed that she was looking at me with an expression of wide-eyed disbelief. She saw the resemblance too. I nodded to her. She just stared back.
I guessed we were in the cellar of the Victorian house that Stan and I had been casing. I could hear talking upstairs ... in Russian. The gruff voice of Max was unmistakable. it sounded as though he was on the phone with someone called Alex. It also sounded like he was taking orders, for he kept repeating the word "da". And it sounded like I was, at least in part, the subject of the conversation for I heard my name mentioned more than once.
After yet another series of "da's" and a quick "spasibo", Max ended his call. A hurried conversation followed, presumably with Sergei and Pavel, and then there was a scraping of chairs on the floorboards overhead and the sound of boots descending the stairs to the cellar. Our Russian abductors came into full view, preceded by a waft of air perfumed with alcohol. They had been drinking.
"Well, look!" slurred Pavel, our kinky little she-detective is awake! Perhaps old Pavel can get a taste of what that old goat detective pal of hers was getting. Nice body, all soft and curvy and ripe! She looks like one hell of a nice fuck!"
"Hold off a second," said Max, extending one arm in a restraining fashion while fishing out his phone with his free hand. "Alex wants a few pics of her. Says his client is delighted to know that we have the famous Detective Moore in ... shall we say "custody" ... Har har! Alex says a few provocatively entertaining nude pics could be useful in extracting an even higher fee for her."
That did it, if there were any doubts about this being a white slavery racket, which in fact there really weren't ... this was the final proof. These guys were obviously intent on shipping me and the other two girls out of the country.
It suddenly came to me what the peculiar box-like cages stacked against one wall were used for ... human cargo!
And if they succeeded in their plans, we would certainly never be heard from again, nor were we likely to enjoy our travels.
It also dawned on me that they probably had abducted Tina to fulfill some crazy's desire to possess me as his personal sex slave. They had been hoping she might do instead.
As for Stan, I had no idea what his fate might be, but I feared the worst. Tossed overboard in the dead of night from some tramp freighter headed for who knows where?
Putting such thoughts aside, I shifted uncomfortably as Sergei and Pavel hastened to free me from my shackled position against the wall, all the while keeping an eye on Max who was nailing a drop cloth against a partition that would presumably serve as the backdrop for the little “proactively entertaining” photo shoot he had in mind for me.
Stepping back to survey his work, he made a grunt of satisfaction, then dragged an old wooden sawhorse into position in front of the cloth. Looking up, he reached for a set of leather cuffs that dangled on ropes from the overhead rafters.
Pavel and Sergei soon had me on my feet and moving toward the waiting sawhorse. I glanced back at Tina and Josie. They seemed subdued ... anything but shocked .. watching with seeming disinterest as I was hoisted up and placed on the sawhorse in a straddling position. It's narrow top edge dug uncomfortably into my naked crotch.
My arms were raised and locked into the overhead cuffs, and my ankles together bound beneath the horse. A comb was run through my disheveled hair, and the duct tape ripped from my mouth.
I cried out in pain. Sergei re-positioned me slightly on the horse, its sharp upper edge digging painfully in between my sex. I screamed again.
I looked over at Stan, who was still slumped in his chair.
Max grabbed me by the chin, and growled "Look at the camera, Detective Moore. One of your admirers would like to see you smile."
"Fuck you!" I yelled angrily as he stepped back and began snapping pictures, moving form side to side and around behind to get me from every angle.
"Let's get a little action out of her," he snapped to his henchmen. "I need to do a couple of videos too."
"Sure boss," chirped Pavel, brandishing a short multi-thonged whip and positioning himself directly behind me.
How is Goldman supposed to save you from this?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
"Daddy? Are those men going to hurt that woman?!!"
"No worse than I hurt your mommy, Sweety. Now go to bed! Daddy needs to get his own whip. Dear, we need to 'talk'"
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
It doesn't get better than this. Barb, this Buds for you!
My arms were raised and locked into the overhead cuffs, and my ankles together bound beneath the horse. A comb was run through my disheveled hair, and the duct tape ripped from my mouth.
messaline
Crucified Amazon
"Yes, I could be very interested to get her for my "Great Crucifixion Show In Anjou" : "tickle" her a little and send me the video , so, I could view if she could be suitable for nice crucifixions ..." Said Messa ...
windar
Teller of Tales
You know, I hate to agree with a thug like Pavel, but when he's right, he's right.
Finally
Hey! Stop it you guys!
His charm and suave mannerisms?
OK, Moore, you were right. Now how does that help us?
windar
Teller of Tales
Tree, you have asked an excellent question. But the moore important one is "How the fuck is Goldman supposed to save his own ass?"
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Amen, brother! AMEN.Finally
Is there a way we can make that tape a permanent fixture? Please?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I'd even give up hearing her moans and cries and screams just to not have to listen endless complaints from that......Sorry, my butt's still sore, I'll not elaborate further!
messaline
Crucified Amazon
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Nothing deters our intrepid rodent from recording the naked truth."I'm here , I'm here and ready to proceed ! " Said the squirrel ...
connoisseurs
Senator
nicole
Tribune
it deserves the whip
windar
Teller of Tales
Our Russian friends seem to agree
I ask me, for what the whip?
For the crashed Mustang or the images with the sinner?
"Yes, I could be very interested to get her for my "Great Crucifixion Show In Anjou" : "tickle" her a little and send me the video , so, I could view if she could be suitable for nice crucifixions ..." Said Messa ...
Alex’s client now has competition... the formidable French procuress Messaline ... I see a bidding war coming on. Will there be tariffs?
Good. Further elaborations on that theme could be hazardous to your health
RacingRodent
Consul
Nothing deters our intrepid rodent from recording the naked truth.
Nothing...apart from really, really larger bribes
