Kidnapped! (2 page)

“It is a long story. Suffice it to say that he hates me. The feeling is mutual.”

“If she’s an American citizen, why can’t you go to the local police there, or the American authorities?”

“Let us say that the American authorities and I are not on the best of terms. I cannot expect any help from them. As to the Italian authorities, well, let us say that they are mostly in the pay of this man and will also not help me.”

“Is she well guarded?” I asked.

“Probably. He has a villa near Bologna.”

“Why don’t you just storm it? You’ve got muscle.”

“He has more. Plus he had the local police in his pocket. I fear that a direct assault will not succeed and maybe bring about my daughter’s death.”

“So I have to go into a heavily armed villa in Italy, pick up a girl being held there, and get her out. Sounds like too much to expect from someone who is just a private dick.”

He smiled again, this time with a little touch of real humor. “I find your use of that term archaic and amusing. But yes, that is what I expect you to do.”

Raszini leaned back and held up his hand. One of his men put a photo in his hand. Without a word, he set it down on the table where I could see it.

There was a pretty girl in the photo. She might not have been drop-dead gorgeous but had the sultry, very sexy look that only Italian girls seem to have. All I could see of her was the top half. She appeared to be lying down on a floor and was topless. Tight ropes crisscrossed her breasts. On one nipple hung a heavy metal clip. From the tears and expression in her eyes, she was in pain.

“He sends me a new photo of her every day,” Raszini said vehemently. “And every day it is a new torture. This I cannot allow to continue.”

Apparently he loved his daughter very much. Which explained why he would go to the extreme of kidnapping Linda Goodbody to force me to work for him.

“You will, of course, be paid handsomely upon return of Angelica.”

“I will do what I can,” I told him.

“You will do better than that. You will bring back my Angelica and in good health.” There was a vein throbbing on his forehead, a sign of the tension inside this man. “To assure that, I will have Miss Goodbody tortured every day, the same as Angelica is being tortured. I will send proof of that to your cell phone so you will know that I am serious.”

I believed him. I would rather have turned him down, but… Well, I just couldn’t bring myself to allow Linda to be tortured. Besides, if I rescued her, maybe she and I could get back together. None of the numerous other women I had bedded down since then measured up to the pleasure of her company. Not to mention her extremely kinky tastes.

“I will need some time,” I began. “There are things to fix up first.”

He interrupted. “Time, Mr. Speed, is something that neither of us has a lot of.”

Chapter III

No, You Don’t Get to Go

I left Mr. Raszini in his hotel room, carrying with me a folder he said would have all the facts I needed. I was of a mind to see if he and his boys would like to meet Wilma. I am pretty fast on the draw – a private dick has to be – but killing all of them would not help me find Linda Goodbody, and would make for a messy interview with the LAPD.

I was driven back to my office, which gave me time to look over what he had given me. There were a couple photos of Angelica, and I have to say she must take after her mother a lot, because she looked nothing like the ugly puss of Raszini. Dark hair and eyes, and, to judge from one photo taken of her in a bikini enjoying some sandy beach, one fine body. I’ve always liked Italian girls. There were several typed sheets listing who she was visiting with in Italy, exactly when and where she disappeared, plus some info on the man Raszini said kidnapped her.

Alberto Savinio, import and export businessman on the surface, but under that a trafficker in drugs, white slaves and most anything else that will get you a buck. Wanted by US authorities but so far had been able to avoid extradition back to the US. Was suspected in the killing of several rival mob bosses. Had an apartment in Rome, London, and Paris, plus two villas in Italy.

There was also a photo of him. Not much prettier than Raszini. Not the sort you would like to meet in a dark alley at night. A nose broken at least twice and a scar running down the left side of his face did not add to his attractiveness.

By the time I was getting off the elevator and walking into my office, I had calmed down. Still angry, but in a more determined sort of way. I was going to get this Angelicia back for Raszini, and then I was going to do a number on him, probably rearranging some of his parts. Maybe throwing some of them away. No one grabs my girl and gets away with it. Not even if the girl dumped me and took up with a movie star of the female gender.

“Hey, big brother, where you been?”

Susie was standing by the door into her private office, some papers in her hand and that cute little Ramona about to take them.

“Got a case,” I said, gruffly.

She followed me into my office. Dumping the file on my desk, I immediately pulled out the first bottle my hand came to in the drawer. It was the Glenfiddich. I waited until some of it had burned its way down my throat before I told Susie about the case.

“Your old girlfriend!” she exclaimed. “Must have been before I joined you.”

“It was,” I told her. “But you’d like Linda. She is one hell of a woman.” I sighed. “And kinky as hell too.”

Susie smiled. It is a poorly kept secret about her own kinky tendencies, most of which I simply turn a blind eye to.

“So, when to do we leave for Italy?” she asked.

“Whoa there! Who said you’re going with me?”

“I did. This is the kind of case I decided to be a PI for. International skullduggery, a mob princess to rescue, and lots of action and danger!”

“And that’s exactly why you’re not going.” A big brother sometimes has to put his foot down when it come to protecting his little sister – even if she is an inch or so taller than he and could lick a dozen men in a fair fight.

Susie said nothing, but she picked up the folder. As she browsed through the contents, she did not look at me but muttered those horrible words: “I could ask mother to make you take me. She’s been very happy with the checks I’ve been sending her. You apparently didn’t do much to help our poor mom.”

I poured some more scotch. I hate it when Susie hits below the belt.

“What are these handwritten notes on the last page?” she asked.

I took the folder out of her hands. “Just some information I may need in Italy.” With a sigh, I added, “You got a passport?” hoping that she did not. I should have known better.

Chapter IV

What is Happening to Linda?

“Damn, I wish the boss didn’t want her untouched! I’d sure like to poke her!”

One of the two guards always present in the warehouse where Linda Goodbody was being held prisoner was taking to the other, who simply nodded. He had noted how that redhead with the vivid emerald eyes was built and agreed that she would, indeed, be nice to poke. Probably several times in several places. He could just feel those pouty lips wrapped around his prick, teasing it and inviting it deeper into that undoubtedly wonderfully warm and smooth mouth.

“Well, at least we get to rough her up a bit. Get the camera and we’ll drag her out for today’s photo.”

While henchman number two went to fetch the digital camera, the other opened the door to the small room that was her prison. Linda was huddled in one corner, but looked up when she heard him.

“Well, asshole, you planning to take my picture again?” she said, dripping with sarcasm but also more than a hint of teasing. She had figured that they had orders not to screw her, for whatever reason, and took a little satisfaction in teasing them. She struggled to rise to her feet, then took a stance with legs spread as far as the legcuffs allowed and her wonderfully attractive breasts sticking out. Since she was wearing only bra and panties, they saw most of what was there. The fact that the bra and panties were semi-transparent only confirmed that she had delightful large and pointy nipples and was a real redhead.

He took her by the arm and led her out of the room. The legcuffs allowed her to walk fairly normally, and the handcuffs on her wrists behind her back made any real resistance doomed to failure. The legcuffs, just a pair of handcuffs with a longer chain connecting them, were not to restrict her movement but to assure that she did not kick either of them in the balls, which she had tried to do when first kidnapped.

The room she was taken into had very little in the way of furniture, mostly a single bed with bare mattress and a dresser. She knew from experience that the dresser drawers held various restraints and even possibly a few torture instruments. She had caught a glimpse of a black whip when one of them took out the legcuffs to put on her. The bed, she also knew, was not used for sleeping, but as a suggestive prop when they took her photos. Twice already they had set her up for a daily photograph, then returned her to that closet-like room. At least they gave her a blanket to sleep with and had not, so far, used her sexually or really abused her body, but otherwise were not very helpful hosts.

“What today, boys?” she asked, trying to keep up a brave exterior when inside she was cold with fear. She had been kidnapped before and even tortured a bit by a mad scientist, but, for some reason, these two scared her more. Maybe it was the professional, impersonal way they went about assuring that she could not escape and set her up for the daily semi-torture photos.

“On your back, bitch,” henchman number one said.

Linda lifted one eyebrow as if asking, “Are you serious?” But she went to the bed and sat on the edge. She would rather have delivered a swift, painful kick to their reproductive organs, but knew she could not. Obedience was better than having their hands on her body, forcing her down. She rotated around and lay carefully on her handcuffed wrists. It was not very comfortable but she had the idea that this discomfort would not be the worst of today’s session.

Of course, she was right. One of them took a short chain from the dresser, along with two padlocks. One end of the chain encircled her neck and was locked on. The other end went around the metal tube head of the bed and was locked.

“Great,” she told herself, “they’ve got me chained to the bed. Does the sex come now?”

In a way, it did. Two large dildos came from a drawer and were set down on the bed next to her. While one held the camera, the other unlocked on ankle and pulled down her panties. Then he spread her legs widely and told her to keep them that way. She did not like the feel of his hands on her, especially when taking off her panties. She knew they were not really seeing more than they had before, but it still make her more nervous being totally bare down there.

Picking up one of the dildos, he smeared a little lubricant on its head then pushed it up against the opening to her vagina.

“Keep your legs spread and let this in your cunt,” he growled. “Don’t fight me or I’ll have to get rough.”

She bit back a sarcastic retort and tried not to grin. Linda was a highly sexual young woman, and the idea of having that large dildo sliding into her was actually attractive at that point. For the last three days, she had been scared, kept nearly naked and pretty damned lonely in that room. Having a little sex, even just something to fill her lonely cunt, sounded good. She did, however, feel that saying so to these two lowlifes would not be a good idea. It might encourage them to try something else, something more personal. So she faked a grimace and closed her eyes.

At least the guy was gentle. He pushed it slowly in, allowing the lubricant to do its job, although, truth be known, she was already becoming wet, stimulated by being nearly naked and handled by these big, strong men. He was surprised a little by the ease with which it entered and the depth to which it sank. When it was almost totally inside, he stopped and told her that she had better not push it out.

Picking up the other dildo, he held it before her face and ordered, “Open wide, bitch!”

Linda said nothing but opened her mouth. This one was smaller than the one currently residing within her pussy, and she had taken real pricks of that size in her mouth before. The memories of Sled Speed’s magnificent manhood came to her as the plastic penis slid in. Oh, if it were only him and not this adult bookstore marital aid.

When it was pressing against the back of her mouth, he halted without trying to make her deep throat it. Stepping back, he allowed the other man to take half a dozen photos, most of them covering the area between her head and thighs so that both dildos were visible.