KIDNAPPED

CHAPTER 4

THE DYKE

I was eager to question the people on the list of suspects, but I wanted some background on each of them. I wanted to know them well enough to push their buttons. There had to be a flaw in someone's alibi if their van was involved in the kidnapping. Someone had to talk.

Along with the names of the students who owned vans Ricky had also left their class schedules. He had highlighted the class they had been in at the time of the kidnapping. Two had been in the same math class while the third had been in Gym. The schedule also included their teachers' names. I decided to visit with the teachers to get some background. The Gym teacher, Ms. Angela Knudson, lived nearest me and was my first stop.

It was dark before I had cleaned up to drive over to the Gym teacher's house. It wasn't to late to visit and I didn't give a shit if it was. There was a life on the line and she would have to get over it.

I drove into Ms. Knudson's drive at about 8:30. It was dark and the front of her house was unlit. There was however, a light that shone from a window at the rear of the house that invited me to try the back door first.

The senses of a wolf were now as much a part of my nature as any other sense we all possecess. After three years of regular use it seemed perfectly normal for me to be able to see and move effortlessly through my near pitch black surroundings. I had to pass the dimly lit window to approach the back door. Being the cautious person my trade had taught me to be I had to look inside as I passed.

After all the years in this profession I have become jaded and learned not to be surprised. I was wearing my game face when it was shattered. Ms. Knudson was entertaining a young, blonde, sexpot in an unnatural manner.

Ms. Knudson was on her knees at the end of her dining room table rubbing her chin into the young blonde's pussy as she sucked the girl's clit. The Gym teacher's nose was nestled in fine, honey blonde public hair as she smacked and slurped the girl's abundant juices. I was not prepared to see a live sex show and it shocked me.

I thought, this was the time to extract any information the teacher may have about anything in the world. I rushed through the darkness and retrieved my camera from the truck and returned to get the proof I needed to blackmail the two women inside. Small towns are not very forgiving when it comes to lesbian Gym teachers.

I stood at the window a snapped a few photos of a dildo being pumped into the young girl's receptive hole while her clit was munched. She was humping away as the teacher sucked her off. I had what I needed and was ready to let them know I was watching. I stepped up to the window and tapped on the glass.

Their heads turned towards me at once as they grabbed for clothes and hastily tried to regain their composer. I showed them the camera and motioned for them to let me in the back door. I could hear them both swearing as Ms. Knudson stomped across the room to confront me at the door.

"Who the hell are you?", the dyke shouted.

Another man may have been intimidated, I wasn't impressed.

"I'm a man with questions, who insists on getting truthful answers.", I replied as calmly as I cared to. The dyke was huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf. She just didn't have a clue who she was talking to, yet.

"You're a wise-ass at best."

"I'm investigating a kidnapping, and I want some answers."

"I had nothing to do with that."

"I'm here to get some background on one of your students."

The dyke turned to the girl still sitting on the table and

said," Kelly, it's for you." Then renewed her attack on me,"The Sherrif has already talked to me about this. What do you think you'll get that he didn't."

The green eyed blonde slid off the table and came towards the door. She was almost six feet tall and blossoming into womanhood. In another year she would be beautiful. She pushed her shoulder length, curly hair out of her face as she came to the door. Her blouse blew open as she walked just enough to give me a quick peek of her young firm tits. She hadn't bothered to put on her panties. She could've been an angel.

"I think I'll get the truth or you'll lose your job at best. You may face criminal charges if this child is under eighteen, and I believe she is.", I was tiring of this abuse. I thought a threat might change the dyke's attitude. It didn't.

"Motherfucker you don't know who you're talkin to. I'll kick your ass and shit on your face.", she squawked.

I slapped the bitch off her feet and stepped into the room over her. She tried to rise, but I put a cowboy boot across her throat and held her in her place as I calmly explained her situation,"If you're nice, I'll let you have some air."

Ms. Knudson's robe had fell open during her struggle to gain footing, revealing her ample tits and natural hair color. She was a bleach blonde with brunette pubes. Everything about her was pretend. I didn't like her and she was making it hard to want to.

"Please don't hurt her. She's only tring to protect me.", the girl's voice was like honey as well.

"Protect you from what?"

"I can't say. I'll be in danger if I do."

"Tell me what you're afraid of and I can make it go away.", I tried to encourage the woman-child to confied in me. She was reluctant.

I took my boot off the dyke's throat and stepped back. She was pissed and not used to the rough handling. I could help her with that. She rolled onto her feet and launched into a diving, head down attack. There was a reason for her teaching Gym and not rocket science. She was a slow learner, but I'm an excellant teacher when it comes to "Don't fuck with me."

I stepped to one side and grabbed a wrist and a handfull of hair as she passed where I should have been. I stood her up and slammed her into the wall bending her arm behind her back in the classic control move seen in most arrests. But, I didn't want to subdue this woman, I wanted to beat her senseless. Her clumsy attacks were pissing me off and I was tired of her bullshit.

I tried not to break any bones as I spun her around and tossed her across the room into the opposite wall. She smashed face first into the paneled surface and bounced off into a heap in the floor. Her nose was broken and bleeding profusly. She wasn't through though, she gained her hands and knees before I kicked her in the face spinning her onto her back.

Kelly placed her hand on my arm, wordlessly beseeching me to stop as she looked into my eyes. She withdrew from what she saw. She recognized the face of a killer when she met one face to face. She pulled her blouse tighter around her as she slowly backed away. The fear on her face marred her classic beauty.

She spoke then to her lover," Angela, stay down and be quiet."

"That's good advice. I don't think she will listen, but it's still very sound advice.", I said as I grabbed a handful of bleached blonde hair and raised Angela off the floor to look her in the face.

" You fucking pig. If I was a man...", she got it almost out before I slapped her across her sassy mouth, then backhanded her letting her drop back to the floor.

" If you were a man I'd enjoy this less, but you're not and I have all night."

The blood was covering her tits and her robe had fallen off her shoulders exposing her from the waist up. She didn't care by then. She was consumed by her hatred of me, making her oblivious. I felt she needed to be aware of herself and ripped the robe off as she tried to rise, leaving her naked and bloody. She was shocked, and for the first time afraid.

" Sit down and shut the fuck up.", I said and tossed the robe onto the dinning table.

" You don't tell me what to do. I'm not afraid of you. You can't come into my house and do this to me. I know my rights."

"Your rights. There it is again. I'm always amused by people's confusion that they are protected by their rights. It's not true. It's the other way around. If you can't protect your own rights you have none. Nobody really gives a shit about your rights, especially me."

Angela rose to her feet, steadying herself with a hand on the wall where I had broken her nose. She was learning. It came over her face and she kept her distance remaining silent. Now I could get my answers.

" SIT.", I said pointing to a chair at the table.

Angela moved in response to my command taking the chair and reaching for her robe.

" Leave it there. I'll tell you when you can have it back.", She would be tame before I left, or at least obidiant to me. The next man she meets may pay for it, but it wouldn't be in my presence.

Angela sat as she was told and watched me, waiting for an opening. She would renew her attack if I gave her the chance. I wouldn't let her have one.

Kelly quietly sat beside her older lover and held a towel to Angela's nose tring to stop the bleeding. They were settling down enough to answer my questions.

" Kelly, you were in Gym class when the kidnapping took place. Is that right?"

" Yes."

" With this woman as your teacher?"

" Yes"

" Will the other students in your Gym class verify that?"

" My teacher will verify it." She dodged the question. It was obivious her lover would lie for her to protect her. She was hiding something.

" Kelly, if you tell me the truth I may be able to help."

" You can't help me. I'm in to deep. They'll kill me."

" What are you into that you think you can't get out of?"

" Fuck you."

" If you did you'd drop this dyke."

" She's my friend, she understands me, and I love her. What do you know about it. You can't possibly understand."

" I know you've lied to me. I know you are hiding something. I know if you don't tell me right now you'll have to explain to the Sherrif. I know that if this doesn't go my way your freind here will be out of a job and facing criminal charges. So why don't you tell me what you're afraid of."

Kelly broke down and wept in gasping sobs. Her lover held her head on her shoulder trying to console her but she wouldn't have it. Kelly's tears mixed with her lover's blood as they dropped onto Angela's exposed breasts. She was a close to admitting the truth, but she still held on.

" I'm not a patient man. If you can't tell me the truth faced with all that, then maybe I can convince you to tell me what I need to know to save your own ass. You believe someone may harm you if you talk. Well, I will hurt you by killing your friend here if you don't.", I hoped the threat and the fear I saw in her eyes would push her over the edge. It did.

Kelly jolted upright faced with the immediate threat of the death of her lover," You wouldn't dare."

" Why not? Do you think someone would find out? I think whoever you're afraid of will take the wrap. Because you won't be here to tell anyone differant. After she dies you will too."

That was more than Angela could take. She stood and flung herself at me, and again she was to slow. I had to make my threat look real to get what I needed. I smashed the dyke in the face with a solid right hand. Blood gushed from her broken nose and she went down in a limp heap of flesh and blood. She raised her head in an attempt to get up but I stomped her head forcing it into hard contact with the floor. Her body twitched and then went still. She was alive but barely.

Kelly screamed as she watched blood flow onto the floor next to her lover. I took advantage of her terror and grabbed her by the hair and forced her to the floor to rub her face into the blood.

She was screaming incoherantly as I drug her back onto the table and forced her to look at her bloody face in the reflection on the window. I let her scream.

" What are you more afraid of now, Kelly? The things that might happen, or the things that are happening right now?"

It was working. She tried to stop screaming, but only managed to make gasping noises like a person who had had the wind knocked out of them and was out of touch with reason. I continued to push.

I ripped open her blouse and squeezed her perky tits. She looked down at the hands on her body as a new kind of terror came over her. She knew what was coming. She screamed even louder. Her eyes were wildly rolling in their sockets as I picked up the dildo and showed it to her. She escaped the terror by fainting. I still didn't have my answers, but I had her conviced that she would tell me before I left.

I moved her lover to the basement and handcuffed her to the pipes stuffing a rag in her mouth and securing it with duck tape. My evil side was showing when, just for giggles, used the duct tape to make a nice little chastity belt. I only wished I could be there when she had to take it off. It couldn't be any worse than a waxing, but she would know I had done it.

When I returned to the dining room and looked at Kelly spread on the table I thought it might be better if she didn't want to talk right away. She really was very pretty.

I had to wonder what would scare the girl more than I had. I couldn't imagine it. She didn't know I hadn't killed Angela. She didn't know I wasn't there to rape and kill her. What was she afraid of?

I picked her up and carried her to the shower. Once she was inside I turned on the cold water and pulled the lever to send the spray over her. She reacted immediately, sitting upright and grasping for anything she could reach to extract herself from the cold blast forcing her back to reality.

She saw me as she stepped out of the stall and started to scream again. I just couldn't listen to anymore. I clamped my hand over her mouth and forced her back against the wall. Her eyes were bulging wildly as I held a finger to my lips and motioned her to remain quiet.

To her credit she managed to regain her composer enough to do as she was told. She was horrorfied but obidiant. I pointed to the doorway and told her to go to her lovers bedroom.

Her knees almost buckled before she made it to the door, but she stayed on her feet and kept moving. As far as she knew she was on her way to a worse fate than the electric chair. To be raped and mudered for not telling the truth.

" Please, don't do this. I want to tell the truth but I'm afraid they will hurt me."

" Suit yourself. I would just as soon have a young piece of ass and not know anything, as not know anything and go without."

" You won't let me go anyway, after you killed Angela."

" You're right, so don't talk to me, and we'll get this over with."

" But.. th..that's not f..fair!", she blubbered through new tears.

" Fair has nothing to do with it. You've had your chance and made your choice. Now get on the bed and prepare yourself for the final fuck of your life."

When she entered the bedroom and saw the bed where she would be found the next day her knees finally gave out. She hit the floor inside the bedroom door like a sack of rocks. She was crying into her hands as I lifted her and dropped her onto the bed.

" Please don't hurt me.", she quietly begged.

I didn't say another word. I started taking off my clothes.

" My sister in in a gang. She will be killed then they will kill the rest of my family."

" What is your sister's name? What is the name of the gang and where do I find them?"

" Keri, they don't have a name, they just are. They have a post at the old slew bridges just outside of town. There is an old cabin back in the woods, down near the river. It's hard to find if you don't know where it's at."

" Ok, now wasn't that easy."

" They will kill me and my family if they know I talked, and they will. They forced me to drive the van. One of them had Keri in the back with a knife to her throat. I had to be quiet to protect her. They still have her at the cabin and will kill her and the child if you get to close."

" Not if I kill them first. I want you to stay here. Don't tell anyone else what you have told me. Angela is in the basment. She's alive. She's going to be pissed off at me later. You on the other hand need to taught when to talk and when to keep your mouth shut."

" But I told you what you wawnted."

" You should have told me sooner. I'll decide afterwards if I give those pictures to the paper or not. It depends on how you treat me tonight. Do as you're told and you and your friend can go right on playing house nobody will have to know what went on here. I may decide to keep the pictures and use them to blackmail you later."

It may not have been right, but it was a good piece of ass. She struggled at first but she wasn't a virgin when I found her and when I was through with her, she wanted me to stay. It seems she had never had a orgasm with a man. Now she had had five, and wanted more. I'd be seeing her again in the future. The dyke was on the way out.