The Compound. (MM/F)

Postby kim_bowie » Fri Jun 04, 2010 3:27 am

This is a continuation of the story Debbie and I meet again. I hope you all enjoy it.

The soft voiced man held my body tight as the deep voiced man started to ask me questions. "Do you know where Debbie is?" "No I don't," I replied. "I woke up, took a shower came downstairs and couldn't find her and then the two of you had shown up." "So if you're not her daughter Beth, then who are you?" I almost collapsed in the soft voiced man's arms as I told the other man, "My name is Kim and I am a good friend of Debbie's." "Debbie and I were here spending the weekend together before my finals week came up," which luckily I took all of my finals early which meant I was done for the semester. "What's in the bag?" he asked. "Just clothes and some beauty products." I replied. The deeper voiced man unzipped the bag and began to poke around through my underwear and other assorted clothes. Then he got to the diapers. "What are these?" he asked. "Those are femenine products that I hope you would be mature enough to respect at your age." I snipped at him. He quickly zipped the bag closed and ciesed his investigation into it. If my memory was correct my cell phone was inside one of the fresh diapers in my bag.

"There's no two ways about it, she's going to have to come with us," the soft voiced man said. The deep voiced man went out into the hallway and I heard him unzip a bag and uncork a small bottle. A noise of liquid gushed out, then silence. The deep voiced man came back in the room with a rag in his hand. I tried to struggle away from the soft voiced man but he overpowered me. "Don't worry this isn't going to hurt and it will just calm you down for a while," the deep voice man said as he shoved the rag into my face. That's the last thing I remember for a while. They had knocked me out and I was completely helpless and at their will.

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Re: The Compound. (MM/F)

Postby kim_bowie » Fri Jun 04, 2010 7:32 pm

Part II

Noise from a large gate opening was the only thing that finally woke me up. I found that I was sitting in the back driver side seat of an SUV that was stalled at the gate as the two men opened it. My only bind was that duct tape was around my wrists which were placed in front of me and I was without a gag. My seatbelt was fastened so I could tell that my new captors at least cared that much about my well being. Both men entered the SUV again and saw that my eyes were open. "Hey, she's awake," the soft voiced man said in the passenger seat. "Don't worry, we're just taking you someplace safe."

We drove into the compound which looked like a huge garage to fit a camper into with a side door that lead to who knows where. Both men exited the vehicle and took me inside the building. The hallways were white and bland looking as I was led along to a door that had stairs leading downward. After decending the staircase I found myself in a dark carpeted room with a couple of small jail cells built into the walls. The holding cells were about 6 by 6 feet long and wide. I was led into one and was commanded to sit down on the cot that was inside. The deep voiced man then shut the barred door and locked me in. "Mendel, cut her hands free," the deep voiced man commanded. Mendel then took my wrists outside of the cell and cut the tape with scissors and took off the excess and my wrists were yet again free.

"Who are you guys and what do you want with me?" I asked. Mendel said with a frown on his face, "Jones and I are private investigators hired by a group of people to find Debbie and stop her from commiting domestic terrorism." Jones then asked me, "Why were you at Debbie's parents house?" "I don't know what you mean, I've known Debbie all my life." I replied. Mendel must have gotten frustrated because not a moment later he swiftly unlocked the door and grabbed me. "If you're not going to talk Betty then we are going to make you talk!" Again I was grabbed and a black hankerchief was placed in my mouth to silence my frightend screams. I didn't know what they were talking about or what they would do to make me confess to something I was never involved with.

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Re: The Compound. (MM/F)

Postby slavegirl » Sat Jun 05, 2010 8:50 pm

:shock: :shock: :shock: you must continue this story! :shock: :shock: :shock:

Re: The Compound. (MM/F)

Postby kim_bowie » Sun Jun 06, 2010 8:40 am

Part III

Mendel forced me out of the cell and dragged me down a long white hallway. Jones followed us behind with a bashful stoll that put the thought into my mind that he didn't like to be this excessive with force, especially with females. Mendel then slammed me up against the wall and told me to wait there as he rummaged through a brown desk. Jones just stood there with a look of astonishment on his face. Mendel found rope in the desk and placed the chair facing down the long hallway. "Sit down," Mendel said. I cooperated and sat in the chair as he began to tie my wrists to the arm rests and my ankles together. He then tied my abdomen and chest both below and above my breasts to the back of the chair.

He popped the gag out of my mouth. "If you're not Beth, then who are you?" Mendal asked. "My name is Kim Bowie and I'm twenty years old, you can check my bag which has my driver's liscense in it." Jones walked down the hallway to get the bag. Mendel then said, "I actually believe you, but that doesn't mean I don't want to have a little fun with you before I set you free." He began to kiss my neck and lick my forehead. "Hey, what the fuck do you think you're doing!" Jones said as he ran down the hallway with the bag in hand. "We're professionals man, you can't just take advantage of this poor girl who we grabbed by mistake." Jones smacked the back of his head. "I'm really sorry about his behavior Ms. Bowie." I started to tear up a little and knodded to him. "We can still use her to find Debbie though." Mendel said. "You're right, let's just keep her in the holding cell until Debbie tries to contact her." "At least we're not dealing with Beth," Jones said.

"I don't understand guys, what had Debbie done for her to be considered a domestic terrorist?" Jones and Mendel looked at me and began to untie my bonds as they told me the horrors she had committed.

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Re: The Compound. (MM/F)

Postby Nicole » Sun Jun 06, 2010 6:40 pm

hey kim :D
i really like how you got the guys to kind of man handle kim.
u should really have Debbie do something awful. a lot of awful somethings.
keep up the good work

Re: The Compound. (MM/F)

Postby kim_bowie » Sun Jun 06, 2010 6:53 pm

Part IV

Mendel and Jones locked me back up in the holding cell. "What has Debbie done to deserve the title of domestic terrorist?" I asked. "She's being accused of breaking into posh neighborhoods and stealing vital information. She's also being accused of blackmailing certain parties that she devulges information from." Jones said in an explanitory tone. Mendel pulled out a cigarrette accompanied with a silver Zippo lighter and began to enjoy a smoke.

A loud noise filled the air as a door cracked open down the hallway from us. "Shit!" Jones said as he pulled out an semi-automatic pistol. Mendel did the same thing but with the cigarette still dangling from his mouth. They pointed their weapons down the hallway where the noise came from. Silence filled the still air. My heart raced in my tiny prison. After about a minute of nothingness, Mendel walked down the hallway and turned the corner to find nothing but a busted open door. He signaled for Jones to go with him, and he did. I was left alone.

I heard the men talking down the hallway and into the garage where I had first been brought in. "Kim." I heard a voice whisper. It was Debbie approaching me from the hallway opposite of the cell. She ran down and grabbed the cell key off the wall and released me. In her arms was a pump action shotgun. As the cell door open I embraced her with a hug. We grabbed my bag in silence and ran. Two, three, four hallways it seemed like sprinting down until we got to a door with the word exit written on top. Slamming through the exit I saw a van with red paint and nice seats. Opening the passenger door and closing it was exilerating. Debbie sped off without even a word.

"Did you tell them anything Kim, this is important," she asked me in almost a yelling tone. "I just told them my name and that I was friends with you, that's all." "Well that's a relief," she said. "Let's go a couple towns over and get some food and rest," Debbie said with upmost confidence. I was beginning to wonder what Debbie was really planning on doing with me, especially with that shotgun in the backseat.

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Re: The Compound. (MM/F)

Postby Nicole » Sun Jun 06, 2010 6:57 pm

what is debbie going to do to kim??
great, now u give me a cliffie. not nice. haha.
plz continue.

Re: The Compound. (MM/F)

Postby kim_bowie » Sun Jun 06, 2010 7:14 pm

More to Come in the morning possibly. I need to develop some good story material.

Kim molested by Debbie?

Debbie arrested?

Investigators tie Kim and Debbie up back to back?

Who knows?

:big:

Re: The Compound. (MM/F)

Postby kim_bowie » Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:01 am

This story will find a new home under a different title due to more plot twists and characters.

Thanks for all the comments and support.