Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 52

There's a crackle on the radio. “Hey, Des, you at Blessingmoors yet?”

“No, I’m just pulling up there now. Looks like there’s something going on. Every light in the place is on.”

“Hold on that kid, would you. Bring him back to the station.”

“Yeah, sure if you want, but why?”

“I'll tell you when you get back. And on your way, call by a takeaway if you can find one open, and pick up a couple of dozen pizzas.”

*****

James

None of us speaks through our journey. We know what we’re doing, what our intentions are.

And this time, it is almost certainly a question of rescue. What are the chances of Charlotte escaping again? Resourceful though she is….

A worry nags at me. I lean back to Richard in the rear seat. “We are sure this is the right place we’re going?”

“Will said that the gunman was anxious to ‘be helpful’,” he replies. “He knows he’s up for twenty to life. It’s a question of how comfortable he’s going to be for most of the rest of his future. He insisted apparently, that if the underground hideouts are off the menu, this is where they would take the women.”

I suppose I have to be satisfied with that for now. In any case, we’ll soon know.

Would Charlotte and Beth’s abductors choose something so close out of bravado? To throw us off by misdirection? Thumbing their noses at us? A last ‘fuck-you’ parting shot? Could the gunman taken from the hotel fire have even been sure that….

I’m over-thinking it.

Perhaps we simply got lucky. Richard chose our particular hotel as a hideaway because it is out in the wilds. Perhaps Klempner would choose our destination for the same reason….

We take only a few minutes to make the journey. I navigate using a satellite view of the area, taking us up a back-trail where we should be able to approach unseen.

“Okay, this should do.”

Michael grunts and pulls in.

“How long a walk have we got?” asks Richard.

“Just a few hundred yards as the crow flies, but we’ll be working our way through the trees in the dark, so watch your footing.”

“It’s not the first time I’ve done this, James,” mutters Michael.

“True, but then you were running. This time we’re going to take them.”

And he shows his teeth in the smile of a predator.

*****

“Let me get another look at that layout.”

“Alright, but it’s the last time. I don’t think we can risk the light of the screen any closer than this.”

We gather over the three-inch screen of the phone, zooming in on the satellite view of the area.

Richard extends a finger. “That looks like a derelict building. Unless it’s been bricked up, we should be able to go through. If we go in there, we’ll be able to get into the farmyard itself and be under cover all the way.”

The farm looks standard enough, a large rambling old house with sheds, barns and shippons outside set around a central yard.

The main building isn’t derelict but has an unloved look about it with some windows boarded over. It’s hard to see detail in the dark but the front door is closed and male figures, several of them, can be seen through a ground floor window.

Yup…. Looks like we’re at the right place….

“At least we don’t have to climb walls,” murmurs Michael. “I’ll see if I can see the women and get a head count. You two stay here.”

But as he makes to go, I lay a hand on his arm. “No, I’ll go,” I say.

“Why you? I’m younger. Faster”

“And bright blond. You’ll be much more visible if the light catches you. I can …. lurk… more easily….”

Richard is fighting a smile. Michael scowls but nods. “Guess we’ll just go and lurk back there then.” He tosses his head back to the concealment of a barn, full of friendly shadows.

“You do that.”

Listening carefully for outside movement, and hearing none, keeping well into more shadows, as stealthily as I can, I approach the house. Regardless of my words to Michael, I am acutely conscious that a face can highlight just as easily as blond hair, and so far as I can, I keep my face turned away from the light.

But I reach the window without incident, sliding an eye over the edge to see inside….

…. No sign of the women….

Damn…

Where are they?

What I can see is a group of four men….

Corby?

No….

…. None of whom I recognise.

When one takes his jacket off, I see a gun holster underneath and my blood runs cold….

How many of them are there?

All armed?

They seem relaxed, laughing and joking. Some drink from cans of beer. One, tall, fair-haired, moves into view, looking to be in charge….