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 MAX WEBB

   Chapter 3.  Captured!  (FF/F, bondage)

   Max and Law talked long into the night after his arrival at 10pm.

   "Better late than never!" as Max dryly observed.

   Law had drawn up a list of those people working for Sur that he had
encountered in his 'former' life, and had been out 'calling in a few
favours' as he put it.  As a result some ex-cons were sniffing around for
any information, and would report back.  This would, of course, mean
financial outlay, much to Max's consternation, but Law tried and almost
consoled her with a strategically placed hand on her thigh.

   "No" was the almost girlish reply from Max "we have work to do, I want
you to listen to my suspicions about Nancy and Anne,"

   They agreed to investigate this angle and over the next few days Anne
and Nancy were spied on daily by Max, and Law asked his contacts to include
the 'gruesome twosome' in their enquiries.

   Nearly a week later Max was waiting for Law again.  She thought she
heard him enter the office and went out to meet him.  She gasped as she
realised too late that it wasn't Law at all, and a revolver was pointing at
her!

   "Nancy!  What are you......  I mean how did you..." stammered Max,
trying to regain her composure at being followed and having her identity
revealed.

   "I knew there was something phoney about you", Nancy said, "It was easy
enough to follow you and I'm glad I did.  Now turn around, and put your
wrists behind you".

   Max did as instructed and felt cold steel being put around her wrists,
thinking "not again!" and squirmed, remembering what had happened the last
time she was handcuffed.  Her coat was thrown over her shoulders to conceal
her restraints, and then she was propelled through the office door and
outside to the empty car park where Nancy's car was parked.  Max looked
wildly around for Law or anybody that could help but to no avail, the place
was empty.  Nancy walked past it to a battered Ford Escort, threw open the
boot and motioned for Max to get in.  She resisted but a glancing blow to
the temple weakened her sufficiently for Nancy to push her over into the
boot and swing her legs in after her.  Max heard the lid close and then
everything swam as she blacked out.

   Law drove into the parking bay he and Max shared with a small block of
flats, as a battered old Ford Escort was leaving.  It wasn't a vehicle he
knew by sight so presumed it was a visitor to one of the flats.  He was
looking forward to talking through his findings with Max, and perhaps
afterwards giving her the first of what he hoped would be many spankings.
Just the thought of having her across his knees did something to him. 
Although he hadn't had the pleasure yet, he knew from what Max had told him
that she got very turned on by the idea.  He could tell she had been
sexually awakened by her experience at the hands of her ex police friends,
and he was looking forward to educating her further, and have her begging
for more.  Smiling at the thought of Max begging for anything, Law waited
for the lift to make its slow way down the building's four floors and
continued to let his imagination run free.

   Max was petite compared to his large frame, and he had calculated that
she would fit nicely across his upper thighs as he held her and made the
pale skin of her bottom bright red.  He imagined stroking the pain away and
finding her wetness before administering some more slaps to her bottom, as
he grew hard.  He wanted her.  He wanted to seduce her with the ideas and
sensations of bondage, and with that in mind, he had bought some
quick-release cuffs that afternoon.  Cursing as he realised he had left
them in his old Mini, Law decided to leave them there for now.  He and Max
would have enough to discuss tonight.

   Finally the lift arrived and Law pushed the button for the next floor
up. As the lift made its tortuous way upwards, he imagined fucking Max on
his desk.  Her delicate frame would be stretched open to accommodate him as
he held her hips and hammered into her eager flesh.

   Stepping out of the lift, Law saw the door to the office was ajar.

   "Silly girl," he thought protectively as he walked quickly to the door.

   "Max?  You in here?" he called as he closed the door behind him.  "Max?
- Max?"

   The silence worried him, but not as much as seeing the untidy mess of
papers on his desk, that he had already begun to associate with his boss.
Law checked Max's own office, but it was empty too, although her computer
was on.

   Going back to his desk, Law picked up Max's notebook and flipped it
open. It contained weird hieroglyphs that she clamed was shorthand but it
was just a mass of squiggles to him apart from a brief description of
someone called Nancy.  Sighing he put the book down and looked around
again. Her coat wasn't there but her handbag was.  So where was she?  Law
sat at his desk, the one he wanted to have Max cuffed across helplessly
enjoying his ministrations.  He had to stop fantasising if he wanted to
find Max, but his psyche couldn't stop adding to his fantasies.  He wanted
to spread her across the desk, bottom up, and torment her with spankings
and caresses.  Then he wanted to screw her hard, listening to her moans of
pleasure.  Oh God, it was getting him hard just thinking about it.  He
rubbed himself, trying to push his physical need away.

   Law stood up.  Max had been here, but wasn't here now.  Why?  Could she
have been rumbled?  He dug out his notes from earlier that day.  Who had
she been working with?  Looking through the list of employees he saw Anne
Maynard's name as well as Nancy Dyer's.  He wondered............  Neither
had rung any bells when he had been working his way through the list, but
Sur's had.  Could Sur be behind the whole thing with either or both women
acting as a shield?

   The other residents of the block of flats where Law and Max had their
agency were a mysterious lot.  Law reasoned that it was a good idea to
check if anyone had seen or heard anything before he decided what to do
about Max.  He knew little about what these people did and cared even less,
but he needed to know.  As they were on the first floor he tried floor 2
and found there was nobody in or no one wanted to be disturbed.  Floor 3
yielded the same response, at least he had thought so until turning to
retrace his steps he heard a door open, and a voice calling after him.

   "Yeah, whadda yew want?" Law turned and found he was looking at a greasy
looking man with small eyes and a scar down his left cheek.  He was shorter
than Law, and was glowering up at him.  The man had thinning dark hair and
3 days stubble on his face his dark shirt and striped braces were a vivid
contrast to his pallid complexion.

   "Hi buddy," said Law "sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for a
girl..."

   "Aren't we all, mate," came the sarcastic reply, "why you trying here?"

   "Naw" laughed Law "this is my girl, the one I work with on the first
floor, she seems to have disappeared, although she was here about 20
minutes ago,"

   "A girl, what she look like?" came the distrustful reply.

   "Well she is a bit of a looker, you couldn't miss her, dark shoulder
length hair, about five foot two, stacked if ya know what I mean, long
legs...I was...."

   The man interrupted,

   "Yeah I seen her about, couldn't really miss her, looking like she does,
I was coming up in the lift and when the doors opened she was waiting with
another girl, but they was waiting to go down,"

   "This other girl," said Law, "can you describe her?"

   "Redhead she was, didn't notice anything else, why, what's going on
anyway?"

   "Buddy", said Law "you may just have saved my job and someone's life! 
Thanks!"

   As the lift doors closed Law heard the guy shout after him "my name is
Edge, not Buddy"-Cliff Edge..."

   Law remembered Max's notes had mentioned that Nancy Dyer was a redhead.
It was too much of a coincidence for his liking.  His first move was to
ring Sur and ask him for Nancy's address, there was no answer.  Sur was
out, probably a business date.  His answer machine whirred into life and
Law left a message that he urgently needed some information; it was a
matter of life or death!  He hunted through the phone books.  Neither Anne
nor Nancy was listed.

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   "Mmmmppph urgghh ....  !" moaned a disoriented Max as she tried to make
sense of her situation.  The last thing she remembered was being in the car
park and then Nancy smashing the gun into the side of her head.

   "Where am I?" she thought as she began to use her senses to make some
sense of her sight.  Her arms were still bound but now they were above her
head, a blindfold was covering her eyes and a gag was firmly in her mouth.
Shuffling her feet she found that she had no movement in either direction,
her ankles tightly tied her legs apart.  She felt chilly and then froze as
she realised she wasn't completely dressed.  She felt cold around her legs
and top.  Mortified she realised she had been partly stripped.

   "Mmmlett meee go uurgh" she moaned through the gag and shook her head,
all to no avail as she remained tightly and helplessly bound.

   Max listened to see if anyone else was there, but all she was aware of
was her own laboured breathing.  She wondered what Law was doing; did he
know she had been kidnapped?  Was he trying to find her?  She twisted with
all the strength she could muster, but barely moved.

   Suddenly she stiffened as she heard a door being opened, and a female
voice she didn't know spoke.

   "Well, our sleeping beauty is awake at last!!"

   "Ummm-urggg mee go!" Max tried to make out who was there, twisting and
turning her head, trying to hear.

   "You have been asking too many questions my dear, and before you are
dealt with, I want to know what and who you know", a warm hand moved around
Max's waist, "love your underwear, wearing it for someone in particular?"

   Max remembered what she had been wearing today, she couldn't believe all
this had happened in the last few hours, she had been bound and gagged,
blindfolded and stripped down to her underwear, and now her life was on the
line.

   "I'm going to remove the gag, but you will remain tied and blindfolded,"
continued the female voice.

   "You fuckin' bitch", screamed Max as the gag was taken from her lips,
"you'll pay for ....  ooowwww,"The cry of pain was wrenched from her as she
was slapped across the face, tears welled up and she listened as her
tormentor spoke.

   "Shuddup you stupid bitch, you have caused us major problems with your
amateur meddling -, I should have killed you first instead of ........."

   "Why didn't you then .............  you have kept me alive for a
reason..." wailed Max.

   "Yes," was the soft thoughtful reply, "I want to know who you are
working for and what you know,"

   "Do your worst!" Max spat "I am not going to tell you anything,"

   The silence was oppressive and then Max heard the swish of something
moving through the air, she strained to hear what is was but soon found
out, as her bottom was suddenly alive with what felt like electrical
shocks. She jumped and screamed as the cane bit lovingly into the soft
flesh of her bottom.

   "Aaahoww-ohhh" she screamed and tried to move away as the cane again
tasted her bottom.

   "You make a really erotic picture," said her captor, "with your
stockings and suspenders and breasts, and I bet you use them to get what
you want; now you are going to talk,"

   The cane again swished through the air and Max tensed her sore bum but
this time the sharp pain didn't come right away, she relaxed her bottom and
then the pain came.

   "OWW!  OWW!  Bitch!  I won't talkkkkk!!" she screamed out in agony, and
slumped in her bonds as the insidious torture continued.

   With shock and horror Max suddenly realised something else, the pain and
the restraints were beginning to arouse a feeling in her loins, the feeling
she had last experienced when she was so cruelly abused in the police
station.  God NO, she couldn't be!  A moan escaped from her lips!  She was
getting turned on!

   The caning continued.  Max was screaming, writhing and on the verge of
orgasm.  Her bottom was smarting but she was determined not to tell her
captor anything.  Abruptly the caning stopped and Max felt her tormentor
touch her mound.  Oh god no she thought, she will know!  The unnamed woman
stroked her way into Max's folds, finding them to be extremely wet and hot.
Unconsciously Max moved towards those fingers.

   You slut, you're enjoying this!" Let's see how far you can go before you
tell me what I want to know, shall we?  I'm Anne, by the way, the - person
- you - have - replaced - at - the - office".  Anne swiped the cane across
the upper parts of Max's thighs as she finished the sentence.

   Max danced in pain as she felt the vicious blows.  Tears were pouring
from her eyes as Max felt Anne finger her folds again.  She wanted to cum
so much!  Anne knew it too and kept her fingers away from Max's neglected
clit.  Instead she rubbed the length of the cane along Max's slit, teasing
her, promising pleasure but giving her pain instead.

   Just as Max was so close to a weak climax the door opened and Nancy came
in.

   "How's it going, dear cousin of mine?  Has she told you anything?"

   "Only that she is really into caning and finger fucking.  Feel her wet
lips"

   "Mmm, no let me feel her curvy bum, it looked good at work, she was
certainly wiggling it a lot."

   Max felt Nancy's fingers caressing and prodding her rear and then her
flimsy panties were rolled down until they were held just below the bottom
of her cheeks by her stockings and suspenders.

   "What a body this one has, it was pretty well disguised today but we can
see what she is by what she is wearing underneath, a tease!"

   Nancy said, "I have an idea!  She desperately wants to cum; I can feel
it, look how her pussy quivers when I stroke it!"

   A low moan of arousal started in Max's throat as she was lightly
fingered.

   "See," said Nancy delightedly.  "We are going to strap her across the
table, stroke her, caress her do everything but let her cum.  until we have
what we want!"

   "Magnificent idea," said Anne, "let's do it,"

   Max's hands and ankles were unbound briefly as she was frogmarched to
the nearby table.  Max was laid face upwards across a surface that was very
worn, so worn that that a splinter of wood impaled the hapless girl in her
sore and aching bottom as she was spread-eagled across the table.  Her arms
and legs were tethered so that she could barely move.

   Her predicament was serious, still blindfolded, Max wondered where she
was.

   "If that's all you have to cry about you'll be alright," was Nancy's
cheerful response to her cry as the splinter of wood dug deep.

   "Now," said Anne, warming to her task "I'll take the top half and you
take the bottom, but don't allow her to cum - don't even breathe on her
pussy,"

   Max squirmed and tried to resist as Anne began to lick her nipples, kiss
her lips and belly button while Nancy licked her bush, caressed her bottom
and traced butterfly kisses up and down her long thighs.

   Max was in a total agony of lust, her breath came in gasps, her long
fingers opened and closed spasmodically as her need grew, the muscles of
her thighs shuddered as Nancy and Anne kept her ready to boil over.  But
not a move was made to ease her.  Max arched her back and tried somehow to
cum, it was agony that she was not able to.

   "Oh please, please she begged, "ppplllllleesssse LET ME CUMMMM"

   But her only answer was evil chuckles.

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