A citizen's duty

Hot. Very hot. And noise, a lot of noise. Slowly, her senses started to come back. It was like her panties had balled up between her legs in a most uncomfortable way. And there was something in her mouth, something big. She tried to reach for it and found out that she couldn't. That jump-started her awareness! She was in a straight jacket! With a muffled groan, she tried to sit up. Apart from the jacket, she was naked! What the hell was going on here?!

"Good evening, Mr.... Zemlinsky, I understand you called an ambulance for our colleague earlier this evening?" "Yeah yeah, I did. I heard shots and went to see what was going on. And there he was, bleeding like... Did he make it?" "No Sir, I'm afraid he died on his way to the hospital... Could you please step out and close the door a bit, Sir? I can hardly hear myself talking!" "Oh, that's my boiler I'm afraid. Must have the damned thing fixed... He didn't make it, you say? Poor devil!"

She remembered running behind Hall, following him in this alley, as they were chasing down Rudicker. They had been closing in on him, as he fired at them, without even looking back, still running. At the third shot, Hall went down, hard, face-first against the pavement. She recalled reaching out for him, then being hit herself... in the back? As she lay twitching on the street, a hood had been pulled over her head, and she felt another shot. Then, darkness.

"Yes, it is a very sad thing. But still, you did the right thing, Mr. Zemlinsky, and we want to thank you for that. And maybe you can help us with something else, too. You see, we are looking for detective Myer's partner. Have you perhaps seen her: she is in her mid-twenties, five feet three, blond hair, presumably in a pony tail?" "No, I'm sorry no. There was no woman on the scene." "I see, well, we'll just have to look further, then. Thank you for your help, and your time!"

"Anytime, officers! Good night!" "Oh, Mr. Zemlinsky?" DAMN! "Yes, officer?" "Though it isn't our department; you really should have that boiler fixed!"

"Sure will, officer, I sure will!"

She realized now, that she hadn't been shot, but tasered, as she was still very much alive. That was the only good thing about all of this, though. She looked around. Some sort of basement. No doors. The light was dancing, and she realized that it was produced by a fire in an oil drum, right next to her. Great, if she could not find a way out of here soon, she would suffocate! She wrestled herself to her feet, and stared into the fire, trying to determine if it would die down any time soon. Then, she cursed into the thick, black rubber gag! In the flames, rapidly disintegrating, were her clothes! She saw remnants of her jeans, one boot still stuck out, slowly melting away. And there was nothing she could do about it!

After he had watched the men of the law leave, he closed the door. He moved the ladder, which he had pulled up from the concrete cell, before closing it off.

Then, he lifted the heavy lid... and stared down at his prize! The immediate excitement almost made him come right away, and he actually had to look away for a moment! What a sight to behold! She was wrestling vehemently, jerking this way and that, squirming like mad! As she saw him, looking up, she started to really roar into the gag, at the top of her lungs. But even standing just two feet away from her, he could barely make out the faint noises, almost completely drowned out by the noise from the boiler! Mesmerized, he stared at her crotch, with the belt that accentuated rather than conceal her shame, being pulled deep between her lips. Surely, that would give her reason to stop struggling, at some point!

Reluctantly, he pulled himself away from the delicious spectacle and went upstairs. to get his camera. First things first: this was going to make him a lot of money! The members would be going crazy!