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Cont from part 1

As Sierra stepped out of his car, concealed item in hand, I began slamming myself against the door. I doubted anyone would hear me, but it was my only chance. Sierra grabbed me by the hair and pulled me away from the door. Tied hand and foot, I could not do anything to resist him. He dragged me, step by painful step, to his car. He shoved me into the back seat.

"You are without a doubt the stupidest detective who ever lived," Sierra said as he pulled the car out of the garage. “Even a moron like you should have figured out he was being set up. Why would Harrison have needed to hire you to break in to his own office? He’s got a key to the place.”

I didn’t like being called a moron, but I couldn’t say much about it at the moment.

“We needed someone to take the fall for all the money we’ve been taking,” he said. “Now we’ve got you on the security cameras, hacking in to the computer and accessing the secure accounts. You’ll take the blame, especially after you mysteriously disappear.”

Sierra was driving to the east side of town, an area full of abandoned warehouses and factories. The car came to a stop behind a large warehouse. “This is our stop,” Sierra said, dragging me out of the car. I yelled into the gag again, but no one was around to hear me. “Quit whining,” Sierra said. “I’m not going to hurt you unless you make me. We’re just going to keep you here while we move the rest of the money. Then we’ll let you out – so you can take the rap for us.”

Sierra pushed me through the back door of the warehouse. “Welcome to your new home,” he said. Pressing the concealed item against my head with one hand, he loosened the ropes around my wrists. I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat, but I didn’t want to take any chances with a concealed item to my head.

He pulled my wrists together in front of me and tied them tightly again. Then he tied another rope around them and tossed it up over one of the pipes running over our heads. He pulled until me arms were stretched out above my head and then tied the rope off.

“That won’t be very comfortable, I’m afraid, but it will be secure,” Sierra said. He walked over to the side of the room and got a bottle of water. Then he pulled the gag out of my mouth and gave me a drink.

“What are you going to do, just leave me alone here?” I said.

Sierra stuffed the bandanna gag back into my mouth, then laughed. “Who said I was going to leave you alone?” he said. “Embezzlement is just one of my hobbies. I also enjoy messing with big, dumb, muscular lunkheads like yourself.”

I couldn’t figure out what he meant, until he started undoing my belt. I twisted my body away from him, but you can’t get very far when your arms are tied above your head. When my belt was loose, he undid my pants and started sliding them down.

“MMRRFF MF! NNFF!”

“I said quit whining,” my tormentor said. “We’re going to be having some fun for the next few weeks, so you need to relax. I said I wasn't going to hurt you, you big crybaby, ” He slid my pants further down.

A few weeks of this? I pulled at the ropes around my wrist, but they held tight. Now the bastard was pulling my underwear down. “I’ve wanted to see that ass ever since Harrison hired you,” Sierra said. “And it was worth the wait!”

As Sierra started to run his hands over my body, I heard a noise outside. Someone was there! I started making as much noise as I could through the gag.

“HHHMMFF! HHHMMFF MMF!”

Sierra didn’t even look up. He was still pawing me. “I wouldn’t get my hopes up too high if I were you. The only people who have keys to this place are me and –“

Harrison. The rat who hired me and played me for a sap. He was walking through the door, smiling. "I can’t believe you started without me,” he said, in a petulant voice. “After I went to all the trouble of finding us the perfect patsy.”

“I was just warming him up for you,” Sierra said. “And you're right, he is perfect. I’ll miss him when you and I are in the Cayman Islands.”

“I guess we’ll have to make the most of him while we have the chance,” Harrison said. He slapped my ass, as if I were a piñata. “After all, he’s not going anywhere.”

End

Marco played by Clark

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 05/21/2006