" Old Draft"

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Old draft
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Greetings once again from the chilly and soppy Pacific Northwest.

I found an old draft in my "junk" file that I thought I would share with you. Many of you are familiar with the names because this story is what developed into Border Bound. The plot is different as well as (most importantly in my mind) the underwear and bondage. Some of you may find the read enjoyable. I also posted a few photos of the woman who inspired The Jennifer Beeler character. They are over in the art section. I may have to post it in 2 or 3 parts. WARNING!!! The format is a little ugly.

Happy reading!!!

Maj. Stephanie Hollins drew a deep breath contemplating her next
move. Steph had always been one for action but knew that her current
situation required extreme caution. She knew that if she proceeded
too quickly her own safety would be compromised, however any
hesitation may spell the end for 2 of her fellow crime fighters. This
was not like any training that 14 years in the United States Army had
provided. Here she stood, back to the wall in some hot dusty border
town dressed more like a corporate executive than a military police
officer. The thin strapped heels adorning her feet had made the walk
down the embankment somewhat challenging and caused some doubt about
continuing. Closing her eyes Steph envisioned her partners needing
her assistance.

Both of the women were close to her 39 years in age.
Both were also as experienced as she in law enforcement and like her,
both were armed. It wasn't the qualifications that worried her. While
neither Jennifer nor Tatiana had specifically instructed her on any
action to take Steph just knew that something was wrong. Realizing
that she was sworn to carry on Steph opened her eyes and reached
across her body. Under the light fabric of the jacket her right thumb
released the snap holding the pistol secure. Drawing another deep
breath she stepped forward and to her left pivoting all 5 feet and 6
inches of herself through the entry way of the
old stone building.


It had only been 7 weeks since the trio had begun working together.
At their introduction Steph had been more impressed with the
appearance of the women than their credentials. Jennifer was a
young 41 and carried herself in a manner that projected strength and
confidence. This characteristic only confirmed by the calmness in her deep brown eyes.
In truth she stood only an inch taller than Steph and
carried but 5 more lbs. In a work environment Jen wore her straight
dark red hair in a tight bun but when let down it flowed smoothly to
the middle of her back. With her hair down most people would have
figured her age at 33-34 tops.

Tatiana was blessed with equally youthful beauty, albeit that of a different
sort. A couple inches shorter and fairer than the other 2, the 40 year old blond haired,
blue eyed Mexican had been confused for a "gringo" her entire life. Having grown up
south of the border, Tatiana had a hard edge and tackled most
everything like a tiger killing its prey. Her intensity seemed to
magnify itself when her moderate Spanish accent factored in. Unlike Jenn, Tatiana
always let her hair flow naturally to just below her shoulders.


Steph had developed a strong liking as well as professional respect for
both as the weeks had passed. They had gone to dinner and drinks a
few times and come to know one another a little on a personal level.
Although there was no way for her to know for sure, Steph had come to
think that they felt the same about her. The team had been created
based upon a situation that had developed on and around an Army base
on the Mexican border. Drugs were crossing from Mexico at a heavy
rate and it was highly suspected that US Military folks were involved
in the smuggling, distribution and use. Tatiana and Jen had extensive
experience in the region where as Steph had flown in from a base in
the Northeast. Together the three officers had established several
places of interest in their investigation. One abandoned
factory just on the U.S. side held particular suspicion. Steph was quite sure
where to start her search when neither of the two returned to the
command center after leaving together in the morning.

Steph made her way into the old building having to stop after
several feet to allow her eyes to adjust to the light.
After restoring her vision she took in her surroundings. At the end of the
corridor that she now crouched in, she could see what looked to be an
old manufacturing area. No doubt the building's main working space in
it's day. It had been many years since the factory had shut down and
tarps and canvas covers had been laid over the remaining old
equipment. The area was dark for sure but enough of the desert
sunlight made its way in to allow Steph to slowly maneuver across the
massive space without tripping or running into anything. She was very
careful to creep quietly but in the dim light it seemed as
though the gentle contact between cracked concrete and leather was enough to
give her away. Steph stopped about half way across. Kneeling low, she
was able to see a thin sliver of light escaping the edges of a door
at about 10 o'clock. She concluded quickly that this door must open
into some sort of office or utility room.

Although she could hear no noise or see any changes in the light, common sense
told her that there must be someone inside that room. She slowly started to rise
upright again, when she froze at the crisp sound of tires crushing the
sand and gravel outside, less than 100 feet from where she knelt.
Slowly she placed her hands upon the floor and crawled on all fours
to a suitable spot a few feet away. As she waited Steph felt as though her
heart was coming through her chest with very beat.

As she expected the vehicle stopped and the sound of it's doors
opening and closing was quickly followed by Spanish voices, seemingly female.
Unfortunately Steph's knowledge of the language was not up to the
task. It was obvious to her however that whoever was speaking was in
some state of excitement. The voices echoed in the corridor and
seemed to be barking commands. Steph raised her head slightly in an
attempt to glimpse an identity, hoping it wasn't what she thought.

The sight that she encountered froze her stiff. Even in the dim light
Steph could see that her partners had fallen into the clutches of 3
Mexican women. Jen came in ahead of the others, her right elbow held
firmly by one of the outlaws. Her face was nearly invisible, for she
had been very tightly and effectively gagged and blindfolded. A dark
cloth of some sort covered her eyes knotted tightly behind her head.
Just below a lighter colored cloth deeply wedged into her mouth. The
gag was large enough to hold Jen's lips an inch apart and so tight
that the corners of her mouth were stretched painfully back on her
face. Jens arms were secured in some manner behind her back and she
seemed hobbled, taking very short steps as her captor half drug her
along. Her hair had also been freed from its usual bundle
of clips and pins.

A few feet behind her Tatiana thrashed about and screamed into her gag.
Her bonds were identical to Jen's save for the color configuration of her
gag and blindfold. Light colored bands of cloth served those aspects.
Tatiana ever the fighter had a captor on each arm. Fight as she may however,
she posed no challenge to the Mexicans.

Each of the agents was dressed is if they had gone to work that morning.
Jen in slacks, blouse, jacket and heels. The more formal Tatiana clad in
her usual skirt, blouse, heels and hose. Even with the struggle it was but
a matter of seconds. As quickly as they appeared they were gone.
The door that had caught Steph's eye earlier was shut behind them as
the captors and hostages left the production area.




Last edited by gagtech, 11/2/2013, 2:05 pm