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Stopping a Gunrunner [with Wolfy]

The little red-head mmph and mewed pitifully as he left her alone again. She flailed and pulled every centiliter she could against the table working herself into near exhaustion as a shine of sweat spread over her body. twisting and stretching her body, she realised her ropes around her wrists could be loosed just a fraction. Her eyes wide, she stretched then relaxed her frame, carefully moving her wrists around, losing the ropes millimeter by millimeter. After an exhausting amount of work she wiggled one of her wrists free, a large umph of relief as she twisted her body around to reach the other wrists. In a matter of moments she stood, naked in the office, rushing for the door, not even bothering to remove the tape.
 
Cito was down in the back part of the warehouse. He was making sure that the men were still working on the next order of arms to be shipped out. He checked the packing that was going on, and pointed out those parcels that needed to be fixed. He checked his watch and knew Santiago was in a business meeting. He had called his cellphone and left a voice mail, but figured he was still in the meeting and could not have seen the message yet. He decided he better go back upstairs and check on their tied up guest. He walked out of the secret entrance, made sure it was secure, and then back up the stairs towards the offices, not knowing that Natasha had worked her way loose.
 
Heart thundering in her ears Natasha quickly yanked a small rug off the floor and wrapped it around herself before opening the door to the office Not hearing anyone, she ran down the hallway before skittering to a dead stop. All this work for nothing? All this risk? She frowned, as thinking it over. She needed that evidence. Eating up precious moments debating herself, she decided she had more than enough to warrant an investigation by the entire police force without any concrete proof. Her molestation alone would be enough, and she had bigger things to worry about. Like what way lead her out of this place?
 
Cito was on his way up the stairs to the office when his cellphone rang. He answered it and it was Santiago. He had a break from his meeting and had listened to Cito's voice mail that he had left. "Boss, sorry to bother you, we got a problem. Natasha is a cop. I found her in your office rummaging through the files, and knocked her out. I found her badge in her purse and ran it on the computer. She is definitely a cop, and i got her tied up in the conference room. The LOD picked up their shipment and the next shipment is being packed."

Cito nodded a few times as he listened to Santiago.."gotcha boss. I'll take care of it." He then hung up and put his cellphone back in his inside jacket pocket. He then continued up the steps and reached the door to the outer office where Natasha's desk was located. He put his hand on the door knob, turned it and started to open the door to go inside.
 
Natasha ducked into an empty room when she heard Cito. She peeked out, waiting for him to duck inside the room, and leaned her head against the wall. She took a deep steadying breath. What now? Gulping she saw his shadow moving and tucked her body farther in the room. He would look for her no doubt. She could slip in, grab it, and slip back out before he realized she was even still in the building. It was that or risk letting him and his dirtbag boss get away with all of this.
 
Cito opened the door and walked into the outer office. He looked around and saw Natasha's purse and other belongings still on the desk. He smirked, he had forgot that they were even there as he got sidetracked with taking care of her. He gathered up her stuff and put it back in the purse. He left the purse on the desk and continued into Santiago's office. He walked past the desk and then stopped to look out the window onto the front warehouse area. He shrugged his shoulders as he thought he heard something. Oh well, must have been just the natural creaks of the building. He then continued around the edge of Santiago's desk and into the conference room.
 
As quite as a cat, Natasha slipped into the room, spying her purse. She grinned, clutching the curtains closer to her body as she tiptoed over and snatched it up. Grinning ear to ear, she let out a soft relived sigh and headed back out the door. This'll show them. No one messes with me and gets away with it! she thought.
 
Cito walked into the conference room and his jaw dropped. The ropes were lying at either corner of the table, and there was no Natasha. Cito regained himself from the shock of not seeing her on the table. "DAMNIT HOW THE HELL DID SHE GET LOOSE?" as he pounded his right fist on the heavy oak tabletop. He did notice that her clothes were still in the room, he smiled wryly. He walked back out of the room and through Santiago's office. Once he reached the outer office, he looked over at the secretary's desk and saw the purse was gone. He gritted his teeth as he knew he had been a bit outfoxed, she had been nearby in the outer office when he went into the conference room. He hit his right fist again on the secretary's desktop and then kicked the door open, walked out on the small porch and looked out into the main warehouse area, over the rows of pallets with crates tied down on them, ready for shipment.
 
The detectives heart thundered in her ears as she crept along the hallways and in and out of doors, taking shelter any chance she got. It almost seemed to easy, she grinned. Of course a lowlife like that couldn't take down her. She was Natasha! She'd bring down this entire ring, and no one at the office would ever mock her abilities again, or tell her she got the job because of her looks alone. This was her time to shine. She'd selectively edit her story of course. No need for anyone to know about her... current situation.
 
Cito went down the steps and stopped at the bottom. He looked aorund the main area of the warehouse, with its maze of pallets and neaty stacked crates on them and secured with tie down straps. The pallets were formed in neat rows and grouped by shipment. It was too dark with the main overhead lights out to even attempt to find her. That would be a lucky chance and almost like a needled in a haystack. So, Cito walked over to the main junction box, and turned on the switches that controlled the main overhead lights. He smiled as the main warehouse area lit up as if it was daylight. He then rubbed his chin and thought to himself, "Now I have a chance of trying to find her." He started inside the maze of pallets, and moved slowly. His eyes looking in all directions as tried to locate the pesky detective.
 
Freezing in the bright lights, like a mouse caught in the kitchen, she blinked, trying to adjust. A rush of panic hit her and she scampered across the floor, diving for the shadows between pallets. Darting like a shadow she lept from pallet to pallet, looking for anyway to escape. As her pale naked body ran around her foot caught on something, sending her crashing into a stack, the empty pallets shook, before tilting over and crashing around her.
 
Cito heard the crash, and smiled wryly, "Gotcha," as he started to walk towards the spot where he heard the pallets crash. He gripped a loaded tranquilizer gun in his left hand, his eyes located the empty spot where the pile had been normally stacked. As he approached he saw his prey amongst the crates that had fallen on the floor off the pallets. He pointed the gun and fired, "PFFFFFT," the small sound the gun made when the trigger was pulled. He saw the dart had found its target, stuck in her right thigh, and watched as the fast acting knock out drug kicked in.

He slipped the empty tranq gun in his jeans belt, just to the left of the belt buckle, and then bent down, lifted her over his left shoulder, and smacked her ass playfully as he walked out of the maze of pallets towards the stairway leading back to the offices. He squeezed her butt cheeks as he walked upstairs and through her office and Santiago's office. He also felt her breasts jiggle against his back as well as her limp arms flop against his butt.

Once in the conference room, he pushed a hidden button behind the hutch, and a panel opened, the entrance into Santiago's playroom, fully equipped with all the toys one could imagine as well as a St. Andrew's Cross, a cage, a table to spread eagle a person on, as well as a monitor and cameras positioned strategically around the room. He walked through the opened door of a cage and let her flop onto the floor. He then bent down and attached a leaher collar around her neck with an eyelet to attach a leash. He left the cage, locked the door and then went back into the conference room. He turned on the cameras and the monitor, smiled as he watched her in the cage. A monitor had been positioned in front of the cage, and was also activated. Cito left the monitor on in Santiago's office and sat down as he waited for him to arrive.
 
Slowly Natasha started siring in her cell, her bright eyes fluttering open, blinking quickly in the bright lights on her. Reaching out she felt the iron bars, pulling herself close to them. "N....no...." she whispered, unbelieving. Her eyes darted around her surroundings, but other than the light from a monitor all she could see were black shadows, and the edges of things she could only imagine. She felt something around her neck and caught movement in the corner of her eye. Whipping her head around to growl, her eyes opened wide as she realized she was looking on a large screen with herself looking back at her. She moved a hand, seeing herself wave back at her.

She let out a low angry moan, griping the door to the cage and rattling it with all her strength, only succeeding in causing her her breasts to jiggle enticingly.
 
"Ah Natasha, it is so nice to see you awake and in your new quarters," Santiago's voice came through a nearby loud speaker. He was watching the monitor in his office as he had arrived while Natahsa was still out cold. Cito had briefed him on everything. Santiago smiled as he watched her breasts jiggle when she had rattled the door. "Natahsa, Natasha, Natasha, it is so unfortunate you have turned out to be a cop...Tsk, Tsk, Tsk,...I had many good plans for you within the company, but, oh well, the plans have changed. Still, a lot of things lay ahead for you, but not what you may have been looking forward to." Santiago shut the PA system off and then panned the cameras around as he admired Natasha's assets.
 
A low angry growl rumbled out of her lips. "Like what you see dirtbag?" she whispered. "I promise you'll find it less appealing when I get my hands on you." She released the bars of the cage, watching the camera pan around with weary eyes. Her hands flew to the collar, pulling at its locks, and finding them secure.

Pushing herself into a corner of the cage she curled her body up in a ball, blocking his view of her breasts and sex as much as she could.
 
Santiago opened the intercom, "Ah is that so, I don't like the way you are curled up. You will not do that again." He then pushed a button and it activated an electric shock within the collar. Santiago and Cito watched and laughed as the electric shock device did its intended use within Natahsa's neck collar.
 
Natasha's back arched, a loud painful scream echoing around the room, as she gave the camera's tasty view of her extended body. She fell to the floor of the cage like a ragdoll. She coughed and panted loudly, pushing herself painfully to her knees, spots of painful colors still dotting around her vision.
 
"You aren't gonna curl up again are you Natasha, we want a nice view of that hot body of yours," Santiago's voice cracked through the intercom speaker. He and Cito enjoyed the view of her body extended on the floor of the cage, zooming in on her breasts, nipples and belly button in a vertical oval. As he watched her slowly move to her knees, Santiago quipped, "Oh by the way, who else is involved with you and when do you have to report in to your superiors, or do I have a hot rogue cop as my prisoner?"
 
"Bite me." she growled climbing to her feel, and turning her back to the camera facing her. She folded her arms stubbornly across her chest, her body still trembling slightly from the shock.
 
"That can be arranged," Santiago smirked as he hit the button again. He watched as the electric shock device was again activated in the collar that Natasha wore. "I ask you again who else is working with you, and when do you ahve to report in?"
 
Natasha stayed silent, her head down. She couldn't tell him she'd acted on her own, that she didn't have to report in because she'd turned in a two week vacation to take up this role to try and figure out what he was up to. That she'd been to prideful to beg her boss to let her check this out because he would assign it to someone else rather than let her run the op.
 
Santiago and Cito walked into the playroom. Santiago had a remote cupped in his left hand to control the electric shock device in her collar. Cito stayed in the background as Santiago walked up to the cage. He smiled at Natasha as he looked inside, through the bars just to the left of the cage's door. "So, we have a rogue, on her own..very nice, nobody will miss you for a while I gather." He walked around the cage to have a look at its new resident. His right index finger moved up and down her back and through her hair when he walked around behind where she was on the back side of the cage.

"It's time for you to come out of your cage so I can get a closer look at you." He pulled out a leash from his right outside jacket pocket, with his right hand. He nodded to Cito, who walked over and unlocked the cage door. He stood beside the open door as Santiago walked in and approached her.
 
Looking up, Natasha let out an angry growl, and flinched back away from him, she darted to the other side of the cage, back pressed up against he bars. Her eyes darted to the control to the shock device on her neck and she swallowed hard. "Your not putting that thing on me." she managed to growl, her eyes ablaze with anger.
 
Santiago watched her dart to the other side of the cage. He admired the spirit of his new captive, as he watched her backed up against the corner of the cage. "Since you won't let me put your leash on voluntarily, I'll have to use the other way. His left index finger pushed the button on the remote that activated the shock device in her collar. He watched it take effect, smiling, as he then walked over to her, and attached the leash to her collar. "Now, do you come willingly, or is another shock in order," he looked at her as he tugged on the leash.
 
Natasha let out a painful whimper and crawled alone beside him, her face blushing deep crimson at this humiliation. She heard the soft hum of gears and realized the cameras in her cage, and likely more around the place followed her movements. Why? Santiago was here, what was the point of watching her now? She took deep breaths as he lead her, trying to keep herself calm. She was Natasha. She would find a way out, she had to.
 
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