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Shards~Of~Roses

Shards~Of~Roses

Supernova
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Feb 14, 2010
Karen gave a sigh as she looked over the file she was working on for the past week. She just got a lead from the tip line. It was strange but as she stood and walked out of the police building she figured it was worth checking into. Within a few hours she actually found that it was true. By the next day she had found this DJ that kept playing at different clubs and each time he played another girl went missing. She just couldn't believe there was such a connection.

While she staked out the subjects home as he was to be leaving for the club he was to play at tonight she wondered just how it was going to go. While most detectives had a partner she refused to have one. So far she got through all her cases just fine without the need of help. She knew though that this might be the one case to have a partner, she didn't know how right she was as she followed the DJ. As he walked into the club she started to change in the car quickly so that she could follow him inside. She placed a hidden camera on her blouse as she knew this was something she needed to be sure of. As well as have solid evidence if she caught them in the act. While she did have a gun strapped to her thigh her skirt that came down to right above her knee covered it as she had a type of slip that kept the shape of the gun being seen.

Once inside though it was a whole different story. She kept to the booth that gave her a good view of the DJ and the dance floor along with the bar. She kept ordering virgin drinks to keep from getting drunk on the job. After all she was staking this man out. She had to save those women that kept disappearing.
 
Nigel stood in the booth, his half-open silk shirt and tight black slacks letting his lean, well-toned body be seen as he swayed to the music. He had already cued up the next track, slightly muting the current song, smiling to the girls who lined the DJ's cage, their young nubile forms also swaying and bouncing to the dance tracks he spun for them. Beyond them, the dance floor was crowded with dancers, and further back, on two levels, semi-private booths, where more laid-back singles, couples, or small groups indulged in booze and other stimulants, soaking up the hedonistic atmosphere of the club. He tapped his bluetooth and started his smooth patter, talking extemporaneously about love and lust and the rule of the rhythm, words that spilled out in synch with the music in his low, sensuous voice. At just the right moment, he spun the next disc, the drum beat perfectly merging with the fading one of the prior track, so that the dancing continued without interruption.

He moved like an athlete, a gymnast perhaps, removing the old LP and readying the next, adjusting the track to the perfect starting place before standing to show off a few subtle dance moves while waiting for the time to merge to the next song. He winked and smiled at the girls, wondering if he would take one of them home with him tonight, or at least backstage during his break to enjoy for a fast and furious pleasure. On the other hand, he knew Sandoval's voice might suddenly appear in his ear, the call from an untraceable cell giving him instructions. It had been nearly a month since Sandoval had last contacted him with a choice. The results were always ultimately quite profitable, and the process highly enjoyable. Nigel understood that Sandoval was the true artist in this genre, and he the apprentice.

Some time later, Nigel ran a hand through his slicked-back black hair and prepared to announce the end of the night. He had had his eye on a trim blonde with a very saucy smile at the bar by his booth, when his ear clicked and Sandoval's slightly accented voice appeared. "We're on this evening. A special selection. Just walk home alone tonight, Nigel. There's no one to choose; walk alone, and use the alley short-cut on Adams. Be casual and easy to follow. This one is coming right to us."

Nigel tapped his bluetooth and scanned into the club for a moment. He was out there, somewhere, in the shadows, sizing up the prospects, and had picked a target. The instructions were odd, not their usual pattern at all, but Nigel knew that Sandoval knew what he was doing. Twenty minutes later, he set out from the club in the late night darkness, casually strolling his way through the urban neighborhood toward his apartment. He wondered who was behind him...
 
Karen gave a smile when he looked over towards her. She wanted him to think that she was just another groupie girl looking for a swing with the DJ though as she sat there thinking what looked to be mixed drinks she couldn't wait to get out of this club. She was never one for crowds and rather be doing other things than this. Yet as she sat there she knew this was part of her job. He was actually not that bad of a DJ just not a style she would like. She kept noticing on he was using everything through that Bluetooth in his ear and wondered if she had her tech things if she could find the signal it gave off she was sure she could bug it easily. As she made that a quick note in her head as she wanted to catch these guys so badly. Only as the club killed down she left out before he did only she waited in her car. Thinking he was going to return to the club in another woman's car she was wrong. He was walking off. She jumped out of the car and started to follow a few blocks back. Her hand staying by her pistol at all time just in case. Only as he moved down to go through the alley she didn't understand. She knew it was a dead end alleyway. She stopped for a moment looked around then moved quickly in to follow keeping to the walls as she came up to the 90 degree turn that the alley took.
 
Nigel strode down the alleyway, not checking behind him or looking to the sides. The alley was littered with trash, both in bins and containers, and some spilled on the street. He stayed to the center of the alley, wondering... Was Sandoval here? Was there someone behind him? What was Sandoval up to tonight? Nigel could just have picked a candidate from one of the eager fans eager to go home with him, as they had done before. Whatever, he thought. Sandoval was the one who knew what they were doing. He always did. Nigel approached the alley's end and turned to the left, toward his apartment a few blocks away.

Sandoval was already here. The tall, lean Argentine was hidden in black shadow in a recessed window one story above the the level of the alley. He saw Nigel stroll by, but paid him no attention. Instead he watched the alley, barely seeing the movement as another shadow hugged the wall and moved from doorway to trash bin, keeping Nigel in sight and silently on his tail. Sandoval's instincts were right, as usual. He had spotted her in the club and knew the signs. She wasn't some star-struck groupie, nor was she a sophisticated upscale party goer. Her eyes were on Nigel, careful and assessing. She was a huntress, and Nigel was her prey.

It was inevitable that, at some point, Nigel would arrive on someone's radar. Seven different girls gone missing, and the only common denominator was they went clubbing. Someone finally focused on the DJ at those clubs, those night. The question was, how far had she spread this theory? Were other cops unto them? Sandoval knew they had to find out, and since she was a lady cop, their usual methods would suffice to break her and make her theirs.

Nigel turned left, and the moving shadow approached the left corner. Right below Sandoval's hidden perch. Have to be careful with this one, he thought. She moves like a panther, fit and dangerous. But those descriptions applied to Sandoval, too. His training with the Argentine special forces gave him the hard body and skills that made him deadly, if necessary. She was directly under him now, and he held his breath and tensed his muscles, the soaked cloth in his gloved hand ready. One more step...

When she was in position, he sprang, landing like a jungle cat behind her, his arm immediately wrapping around her neck and bringing the rag to her face. One startled whiff was all it took, and her muscles would start weakening, unable to mount an effective counter defense. The cloth held against her face, his other hand coming to the back of her head to make sure she had no escape. The gas, a paralytic, would collapse her muscles, but keep her awake to be aware of all that would happen to her...
 
Karen looked about as the DJ turned down the alleyway. She really wasn't sure what to think as she kept to the wall thankful for her father and brothers games and hide and seek all those years ago being the youngest of a police family truly made you learn quick. She knew how to fight from an early age as well the rules of the street from a cops eyes. As the DJ turned left she was quick to keep from sight as she followed. She noticed he seemed a little uneasy as if he didn't know what was going on. Did something change in the M.O.? She wasn't sure as this truly was something strange in her mind. She followed only as she suddenly felt a weight on her she struggled only to feel the cloth pressing against her mouth and nose she tried hard to keep from breathing it in only she couldn't stop her body. Soon she started to feel the reaction to the gas as her body started to give way her eyes still wide as she tried to fight against it doing no good.
 
The struggle was hard for several seconds. She fought hard and resisted with tenacity, but from the first moment, her body was doomed to succumb to the gas. She grew weaker, her struggles less effective, then slowly dying away. Sandoval kept the cloth hard against her face, leaving her no option but to breathe in more of the gas and suffer from its effects. He knew he had won, and he waited until her body slumped like a dead weight in his grasp.

He moved now with well-practiced efficiency. Twisting her body while crouching down, he let her slump forward over his shoulder, then flexed his legs to rise, his arms around her legs, carrying her like a fireman would be trained. Where Nigel had gone to the left, Sandoval now carried her to the right, and down the deserted alley to a van he had parked in the darkness. As he walked, he talked softly, almost seductively to her. "Ah, chica, you are mi amore now. I will show you passion and make you mine, my sweet lover and slave." His accent was lighlly hispanic.

He slid open the side door and laid her in the van on a piece of carpet on her back. While her eyes were open, the gas had left her unable to move in the slightest. She could only stare into the darkness as he slipped into the driver's seat and took off. How long he drove she could not tell, nor any directions. After a time, he entered through a private garage door, which closed behind them as soon as he'd turned off the engine.

The side door opened and he was pulling her up by a hand, draping her again over his shoulder, then lowering her to a mattress on her back again. Her arms were raised to the corners of the bed, and ropes were fastened around her wrists and secured to the bedposts. Her legs were stretched open the same way and tied to the corners. After a bit, he turned a switch and some bright colored lights began to flash and sparkle overhead. She couldn't look away, and the lights began to have a somewhat hypnotic effect, dulling her mind to match the lethargy in her body. Even as feeling gradually came back to her muscles, it was difficult for her to concentrate on a course of action.
 
As she felt him move to kneel down her body wishing and praying for a way to move. No answer was ever given as she was picked up her head just hanging as if she was passed out. Yet her eyes still moved about in search of something that would help her. Only as he placed her down in the van she looked up to his face. Her eyes went wide at what he was saying truly she wasn't sure how she was going to get out of this. Her mind kept going looking for something only as they got there and once again moved she was starting to grow weary. She wished to scream out as he bound her wrists and legs only within a few seconds those lights had her mind slowly leaving. Her eyes went wide as they started to loose their lively shine to them as they dulled. She didn't even know that she could move her body slowly now. Her mind totally asleep as the lights kept going.
 
Salvador sat by calmly, going through her belongings as the lights did their part to dull her mind and make her suggestible to the programming to come. He went through her purse carefully, finding the i.d. of a routine office worker, apparently out on the town for a fun evening of music, drinks, and dancing. Only she did not seem to be having fun, he had observed at the club, and barely drinking, and not dancing. Instead, she had watched Nigel like a hawk, or a scientist observing a speciman to learn its ways. The pistol in her purse was at odds with her supposed i.d. It helped to confirm his suspicions.

Stepping to the bed, he snapped open a sharp knife and began to remove her clothing. The boots came first, and there he found his confirmation -- the hidden i.d. and police badge. Detective Karen Degrassi, Special Victims. Going undercover without a backup, he thought grimly. He would have to have her tell him how much she knew, or suspected, about the white slavery abductions he and Nigel had arranged the past few months. And he was utterly confident she would come to eagerly tell him all she knew.

His hands felt up her legs, finding the hard bulge under her thigh. He pulled loose another weapon. She came prepared, he smiled to himself, or at least thought she had. He pulled off her stockings and used his knife to cut loose the skirt, leaving her in her panties below the waist. Nice trim legs, he nodded. Keeping herself fit, for uses she never dreamed of. He unbuttoned her blouse, and found the hidden pinhole camera connected to a flash drive. Good thing it wasn't broadcasting on an RF. That would mean partners hidden somewhere, but the images were being stored on the flash drive, not involving another cop. "You really thought you could do it all yourself, didn't you, Detective?" he teased her softly, knowing the words would penetrate her haze, but only as a dream. He cut open the sleeves and pulled off the blouse, leaving her now in just bra and panties. Yes, a nice figured chica, equal to any he had taken up to now. He would enjoy this.

His hands began to run smoothly over her body, from shoulders to calves, a soothing erotic massage. "You have always known your body was alive with desire, haven't you," he said softly, his words filtering into her brain with the hypnotic lights. "A man's touch inflames you, makes you needy for more of his touch, for his loving, for the pleasure only he can give you..." He went on like this for almost an hour, the first step in making her his.
 
As the time passed what was minutes felt like years. Each flash of the different lights had her slipping away from who she had been and slowly becoming something else. Only while he was looking through her things and then disrobing her, her mind wondered just who and what she was. It was like her mind was a baby in what she was placed on this earth for now. Before she had a purpose of helping those who were taken advantage of yet now it didn't know just what to do. It was a problem that soon he started to correct. As he started to massage her body her mind slowly focused on him and only him. Nothing more mattered even the lights started to fade into the background of her mind as his words started to form real emotions and reactions that she would have later and at the very moment. Soon she was starting to get wet by his touches while her body didn't do much at first slowly it started to react more and more towards him.

Each time he would grow close to her breasts, ass, or pussy she would whimper as if in pain from him not fully touching her at first. Her body slowly started to move against his hands almost like it was trying to get him to do the things he spoke of to her. Like she couldn't live if he didn't take her right then and there. Only he would find out soon that she was very much a virgin as she had been saving it for the right guy yet with her line of work she started to think he would never come so she stopped looking.
 
Salvador watched his subject as the effect of the drugs and the hypnotic lights were having their effect. He smiled as her body began to wriggle helplessly to his hands, and she began to whimper softly in need. His technique was setting a layer of programming deep within her mind, in her unconscious, molding her body's desires and needs to overcome her conscious will. "Your desire for pleasure from a man overwhelms you," he said softly as his hands continued to tease her. "You will do anything for that pleasure, obey him, follow him, love him as your one and only master, owner, your god... Nothing else matters to you, not your job, your friends, your family... Only the man who can give your body his touch, his hands, his lips, his cock, to provide pleasure to you..."

The programming continued for a couple of hours before he was satisfied. "You must rest now," he finally ordered, so that her mind would have time to absorb and process his new overlay. "You will not consciously remember this session, but you will always respond as you have been trained." He repeated this instruction several time and added in a trigger word, "bananarama" by which she would lapse back into another trance should more instruction be needed. Then he turned off the lights and let her fall asleep.

After a few hours, she awakened again to find herself still tied to the bed, dressed only in bra and panties, and with her captor seated in a chair beside her bed, reading a magazine. He glanced up as he heard her stir.

"So, Detective DeGrassi, you are with us again. We have much to talk about," he greeted her with a superior smile.
 
With each statement she lost more and more of herself. It wasn't something that most could easily do to her as she had a rather strong will only the longer this went the easier it would be for it to overcome her will. Though with everything he said her mind repeated it over and over to her without him truly having to do much as it was her learning method in life. It seemed to be haunting her in this session. As he finally let her rest it was hours later that she woke up with a whimper. Looking over to see him there and hear him call her by her real name she grew worried. She knew this wasn't going to end well as she struggled against the ropes. "You'll be found" she shouted though in truth she wasn't sure of that. It was now that she was wishing she had told others of where she was going.
 
"There's no reason to shout," he said calmly. "This room is underground and thoroughly soundproofed. No one can hear you, no matter how much you might... scream." He folded up his magazine and leaned toward her. "As for me being found, I guess that could be true, since you found me-- oh wait!" he smiled confidently. "It wasn't you who found me, but I who found you, wasn't it. Here you were, operating with no backup, no communication with anyone else. You really had no real basis to start an official investigation, did you, other than a few coincidences you thought you might check up on yourself. And now, there's no one to rescue you."

He could see he was scoring points as he watched her face react to his analysis of her situation. Salvador had been a cop, after all, at least a security cop for a Latin American junta for a time, so he was pretty familiar with the way things worked. He reached to her, still sitting in the chair beside her bed, and began to stroke up and down her nearest leg, as far as mid-way up her thigh. "So you are alone, and I know you are alone. You might as well accustom yourself to the fact that I have all the time I want, and I am in charge of things, and get used to it."
 
As he spoke to her telling her everything she knew about what type of trouble she was in only seemed to upset her more. "They'll figure it out. I left clues if someone looked in" she bluffed, while if someone was skilled enough they would be able to figure it out only she really didn't leave anything behind to that could be called a dead give away. Though has he started to move towards her she wasn't sure what to think she tried to pull away from him only the moment his touch came to her she felt another need she couldn't explain as she grew hot and wet instantly. Whimpering she tried hard to fight against these urges as she shook her head. "Stop it don't touch me" she cried as she was fighting a losing battle.
 
Her protests didn't seem to bother him in the least, as his hand kept softly teasing the skin of her thigh. "You may dream of a rescue if you wish, chica, but in your heart you and I both know you are lost. I why shouldn't you be, with such soft, warm flesh to my touch. You are a fit and curvy woman, aren't you Karen," he said with a low, sexy latino accent, and calling her by her first name. "You have the body of a woman made to give, and take pleasure with a man. You should not deny it. You should embrace it." His hand had slipped to the inner slopes of her thigh, and crept higher, his fingers teasing only an inch or two from the crotch of her panties. He caressed her there lightly, watching her squirm, protest becoming more and more mixed with excitement.

"These things you wear, they only get in the way, don't you think?" he smiled at her, a finger suddenly running up the center of her panties, brushing the slit through the thin cotton on the way to her belly. He flattened his hand and ran it up to her cleavage, then cupping one of her breasts through the bra, lightly massaging and pinching two fingers to tweak her nipple. "Your loveliness should not be hidden. You should be eager to display yourself for your man, and open to his hands and fingers wherever they wish to go. Would you like me to take off your bra, Karen?" he tempted her.
 
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