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Chapter 61
“An unfriendly welcome”
The three Horseshoes midmorning:
Hayley leaned back contentedly and sighed “The breakfast was excellent” she had chosen the continental variant and watched with barely hidden amusement as Kirsty devoured her second helping of bacon and scrambled eggs “What!” the Briton´s eyebrows rose “Oh nothing” the blonde grinned sweetly “I just wondered how you could eat this stuff for breakfast” she pointed at the leftovers of British breakfast on Kirsty´s plate “Blood pudding!” she shuddered “I have thought about something” she changed tack “So” Kirsty smiled “Have you – and that despite the fact you are a blonde”
“I have thought” Hayley continued unabashed “if it might be better if you see your brother alone – there might be less tensions” The Briton pondered the idea “Why?” “Well” Hayley explained “You have seen yesterday that we caused quite the commotion – not that I regret that” she smiled coyly “This is a small village – and I bet your brother already knows you are back – with another woman: he might feel less challenged if you come alone”
Kirsty still not felt convinced “I have” she corrected herself “we have nothing to hide” “No, we don´t Kirsty” the blonde laid her hand gently on her companions right “but if we show up together, your brother might feel overwhelmed”
For a while the auburn haired woman said nothing, finally she nodded “Okay, let us do it that way – then she smiled “You know Hayley, for a blonde you are really bright!”
Hayley pouted “Ah poor baby!” Kirsty mocked her.
30 Minutes later Hayley watched Kirsty striding down the St. Binham Road. Upright, decisively – but the set of her shoulders betrayed her lover´s uneasiness. The Briton wore sturdy brown knee high leather-boots, blue jeans and a waist long down jacket whose colour matched her hair.
Hayley had finished her warm up exercises. She had decided to follow the road that passed the All Saints Church. It was chilly and a stiff breeze blew from the sea. Her long blonde hair she tucked under a bright red woollen cap, her Jacket matched its colour. Black Leggings and her beloved running shoes completed her outfit.
She began to run in a low pace and accelerated slowly. Kirsty had told her that she would find an Iron Age Hillfort on her right side when she followed that track. The blonde accelerated to a brisk pace. After 10 Minutes she could see the ancient fortress in the distance. Hayley could not shake the feeling that she was followed – but she could detect nobody.
In the meantime Kirsty stood before Garrett-Farm. But she didn´t recognize the place. The small dilapidated Farm House where she had grown up was gone: In its place stood a three winged complex: a large modern Farmhouse in its centre, flanked on each side by buildings that looked like barns and stables to her untrained eye. All seemed to be well maintained.
For a moment Kirsty just took in the sight. Obviously her brother had done well – and she felt a twinge of regret “Get a grip!” she admonished herself. Kirsty pulled herself together and strode across the yard, the gravel scrunched under the soles of her boots. Finally she stood in front of a green wooden door.
Kirsty took a deep breath and pressed the bell button. At first nothing happened then she heard the sounds of wooden clogs nearing the door – she frowned “Brian wearing clogs?” No way! The door swung open and a plumb blonde woman, probably a few years older than her smiled at her warmly.
She wore a dark green thick woollen pullover, jeans and on her feet indeed clogs. Curiously but not unfriendly the woman mustered her “What can I do for you?” her voice sounded warm and pleasant “I am Kirsty. Brian´s sister, is he around?” the words tumbled out of her mouth.
“So you are Kirsty, the wayward sister” Her tone indicated this was just an observation “Oh, I forgot my manners – I am Pamela, Brian´s wife” “Welcome!” Pamela stretched her hand out Kirsty hesitated a fraction of a second before shaking the hand of the other woman. Her skin was warm and dry and her handshake firm.
This was a sort of welcome Kirsty definitely had not expected. Her natural curiosity got the upper hand “Pamela you said my brother is not around. You mean around as in not wanting to see me, or is he really not here?”
If Pamela was irritated by the brusque tone she did not show “No, Brian is in Norwich to acquire some new machines – but why don´t you come in Kirsty and we have a cup of tea?”
To her own surprise Kirsty heard herself replying “That would be nice. It is a bit chilly” Pamela smiled “Then follow me!” Her sister in law made an inviting gesture.
At the same time, Waltham, near the Hillfort:
Hayley could see now the ancient hillfort just 100 metres away on her right. She left the main trail and jogged to the ancient fortress. The man lying in wait on the crest of the second wall had the blonde firmly in his crosshairs. Soon she filled his whole field of vision. He could have pulled the trigger already but he decided to wait – the sight was simply too alluring: Her ample chest filled the scope.
Hayley had just reached the first encirclement when she felt out of sudden a sharp prick between her breasts. In disbelief she stared at the pink fluffy dart that was imbedded in her flesh “What the f*ck?” she thought then everything went black.
The Farm, around the same time:
Pamela and Kirsty sat in large Kitchen which radiated warmth and comfort “The tea is excellent – and those scones just delicious!” she laud her sister in law – and to her surprise – she meant it. Kirsty had expected a quite different welcome, sitting with her sister in law amiably chatting in the kitchen she had definitely not expected “You and Brian” the auburn haired woman made an encompassing gesture “did really well” “Yes, you could say that” Pamela smiled “The first years were difficult but now things go really well” She seemed to sense Kirsty disbelief “You expected a different welcome, didn´t you right? That Brian would sick the dogs at you and chase you from the grounds” Kirsty hesitated “Yes, something like that”
“Well” Pamela continued “Brian was furious when you ran away, he told me, but with the years his anger lessened. He does not hate you, you two might have some things to work out – he can be stubborn as an old mule – but you know that” again that warm smile “Your younger sisters though, Rose and Charlene, might not be so forgiving. Especially Rose hates you – she says you abandoned her”
Kirsty looked into the flames of the hearth “I guess I deserve that” she said absentmindedly “Don´t look so glum” her sister in law cheered her up “It will be difficult, but if you make an effort it will work out, I am sure of that” “You are really a hopeless optimist” Kirsty grinned,
“Guilty as charged” her Sister in law smiled - Pamela continued “where have you left your partner? She is the talk of the village, she broke a few hearts already” Now Kirsty smiled broadly “Hayley can do that” Pamela smiled “How did you to come together?” “That” Kirsty shrugged “Is a long story” “We have all the time in the world” the blonde grinned “I want all the juicy details: How does Kirsty Garrett from Waltham end up with a gorgeous blonde American?”
The ancient hillfort:
Her first sensation when the drug induced fog lifted was cold: Cold feet. Her eyelids felt incredibly heavy. She decided to let them shut for the time being. It took a few seconds more before she realized “I am bound and gagged. I am bound and gagged and naked. Wait! Naked?” All at once she was fully awake “I am tied up and gagged. I am naked and I am tied to a sturdy post – and I am standing right in the middle of the ancient fortress”
The Grass under her bare soles was wet and cold. The blonde shuddered. And the cold seeped through her feet upwards. Hayley shivered. Whoever had attacked her had taken no chances: He (?) had tied her up thoroughly before he had welded her to the post. With difficulty she looked down at her big toes: They had been tied together with a thin piece of string and had begun to turn purple. Her legs had been tied together with coarse rope.
Very tightly: Ankles, calves under the knees, above the knees, at midthigh and directly under the groin. The tight crotch rope was no real surprise. Her arms had been tied so tightly behind her back, that her elbows were crushed together which caused her boobs to stand out even more. Not only had her captor applied a breast harness:
No, he had tied a third line of thin string directly across her nipples, which was anchored at her elbows. It felt as if her breasts were cut in two and the elbow tie pressed her breasts against that thin cruelly tight piece of string.
The coarse material chaffed her sensible skin “The gag is the icing on the cake” the blonde thought sarcastically “I know the taste: my socks and my panties” Many layers of bandages (?) compressed the lower half of her face like a vice.
Judging by the light it must be around 0100 PM, so she had been out for more than two hours. She was sure that Kirsty would find her at some point “Hopefully Kirsty not some stranger” Hayley stopped struggling: She was anything but welded to the post. In front of her she could see her clothes and her belongings.
Somebody had written – no sprayed in white in the grass in big bold letters “Lesbian whore!” “Wow! How creative!” Hayley was not scared – no – she was just terribly cold and angry. She could do nothing but wait “Hopefully Kirsty comes before I am frozen to death”
Her attacker had not only tied rope to hold her to the post – but zip ties as well – and layers of tape on top. Hayley´s fingertips tingled. If she moved her bound wrists, the crotch rope caused any sorts of sensations – at this moment they were welcome, they distracted her. She tugged at the rope. The wet spiky grass leaves under her soles pocked in her soft flesh
The Farm:
“The next time you must bring Hayley with you!” her sister in law told Kirsty as she left finally around 0200 PM “I will” Kirsty smiled. As much as she had dreaded this visit it had turned out rather well. With Pamela her brother had struck gold. With a bounce in her step she walked back to her pup. Some of the people on the street looked curiously at her, should they! She thought.
Kirsty entered the pub. Behind the desk the young woman who had welcomed them yesterday worked at her computer. Olivia looked up as the door behind her closed “Hello Olivia! Is Miss King already back?” “No” Oliva shrugged “I have not seen her - maybe she has used your separate entrance? But I have a letter for you”
“A letter?” Kirsty frowned as Olivia handed a plain white envelope to her: “To Kirsty Garrett and Hayley King” obviously printed with a laser printer” Kirsty thought and ripped the envelope open: A letter. She unfolded it and read the large black characters: “You filthy lesbian whores! Leave as long as you can!” Her first impulse was to scrunch the piece of paper, to rip it apart into small shreds “Is something wrong?” the young receptionist asked politely. She had noticed Kirsty´s frown.
“No” the Briton smiled “Everything is alright” turned on her heel and left for their room: What was going on here?
Their room was deserted and no sign that Hayley had been there after they had left. Where was she? All her things were there, except her running clothes – Kirsty dialled Hayley´s number. The call went straight to voicemail. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Decisively Kirsty opened the portable safe and took her gun – she did not know why, but she packed a few other things in her rucksack that might come in handy. She had told Hayley that the track to the hillfort was a good start for a run – so she would begin her search there.
The hillfort:
Hayley was not only entirely miserable, she was frozen to death. She had lost any feeling in her extremities. Her feet must be chunks of ice by now: Her big toes had turned purple – but she did not feel actually pain. A sound startled her: It sounded like a car – a car halting? Then another sound, and this time she was sure! That had been a car door. A car door was closed!
Kirsty had parked their car at the foot of Waltham Camp. She left the car and drew her gun. All her senses were on high alert. She checked for any signs of someone watching her, but she saw and sensed nothing. Kirsty carefully followed the trail which led to the first enclosure. Nothing happened.
She crossed the space between the first and the second wall. Then she stepped into the enclosure and froze: In its centre stood a post, to it a woman was tied whose long blond hair flew in the wind – she was stark naked: Hayley!
Kirsty´s first impulse was to rush to her companion, to free her. Then she stopped “Get a lay of the land first, Garrett! You would be dead now!” her old army instructor would have shouted at her. Slowly and carefully she moved up the crest of the second encirclement and took a look around. There was nobody there.
Carefully, her gun at the ready she walked nearer to the post. Now she could see how Hayley was lashed to the post: She had been tied up first and then tied to the wooden stake. The blonde´s skin was pale with a hue of blue. Before Hayley her clothes were piled neatly up and someone had sprayed something on the grass: “Lesbian whore!”
Kirsty stepped into Hayley´s field of vision – a feeling of great relief shot through her body. Concerned Kirsty gave her the once over: Hayley looked attentively at her, her eyes clear, but tired.
Kirst made a decision. The Briton pulled her combat knife “I will remove the gag first my love” With swift motions she cut through the layers of bandages. Under that a wall of translucent tape: Kirsty could the large mass off what ever had been stuffed into the blonde´s mouth.
Hayley´s jaws stood ajar – so large was the packing which had been stuffed into her mouth. Gently and carefully Kirsty pulled the soggy wad out of the blonde´s mouth. Hayley coughed as the wad came finally free and the blonde moved her jaws tried to get some feeling back into them, she groaned softly. “I am cold, I am terribly cold” she stammered, jaws chattering, her hoarse voice barely a whisper.
“I will get you out of this as fast as I can” Kirsty promised and shuddered as she touched Hayley´s icy cold, clammy skin. It took a while, but finally the last ropes fell. Without Kirsty´s help she would have crashed to the floor. Kirsty held her tight.
The blonde was shivering “We must get you dressed and get you back into the warmth” Hayley was so weak that Kirsty had to dress her “See, I brought you a fresh pair of panties and socks” Meekly Hayley smiled “I am very grateful” she whispered.
After she had dressed Kirsty helped her friend up and steadied her as they walked down to the car. Kirsty´s senses were on full alert. With one hand she steadied Hayley with the other she held her gun. Checking for an intruder.
As she had bundled up Hayley on the passenger seat she turned the heating on full “I will kill that bastard” she swore under her breath “I will bloody kill him!” Tyres screeching Kirsty stopped the car before the pub she almost could her Hayley shivering, her teeth chattering still.
As they entered the “Three horseshoes”: Olivia gasped in shock as she saw Hayley stumbling inside, deadly pale steadied by Kirsty Garrett “Ms. King, Ms. Garrett what has happened?” “Later” Kirsty told the young woman curtly, then softer “Bring us a bowl of the soup of the day in 60 minutes to our room, if you please” Kirsty sounded polite enough but Olivia recognized this was not a polite request but a command.
“Of course Mrs. Garrett! In sixty minutes!”
Hayley kept herself together but she could barely stand. As soon as they had crossed the threshold of their room Hayley collapsed on the bed, still shivering uncontrollably, Kirsty turned up the heat on full then she drew the bath steaming hot.
Gently she undressed the blonde. Hayley´s skin was not as cold as before, but she still shivered “I will be okay” the blonde whispered “but get me a hot bath” “As your ladyship commands” Kirsty smiled – and to her relief Hayley returned the smile.
Later:
With a sigh of contentment the American sank into the steaming hot bath tube. 40 Minutes later Hayley looked much better. Over her silken blue PJ´s she wore her favourite bathrobe and two pairs of thick woollen socks on her feet.
Comfortably reclined a few cushions in her back she sat on their bed “What?” she had registered that Kirsty had scrutinized her “You are really a tough cookie Hayley King” the latter smiled warmly “But tell me how are you?” “Better, much better” Hayley smiled “I am finally warm again – and I am hungry!”
As if on cue someone knocked at the door.
Kirsty stood, took her gun and walked to the door “Yes?” “The soup Miss Garrett” It was Olivia. Kirsty opened the door, hiding the gun behind her back “Thank you Olivia, I will take it from there” and pulled the trolley inside “We will have dinner at 0800 PM” “Of course Mum” Kirsty supressed a smile: Olivia had almost curtsied before her “Kirsty and Hayley is perfectly ok” she smiled at the young woman. The young receptionist blushed slightly “Thank you Mum, Kirsty I mean!”
“This smells delicious!” Hayley smiled as she took the lid from the bowl: “Fish soup!” Indeed it was a steaming hot stew with lots of different types of fish – Hayley counted at first glance six different sorts of fish and different shells, all in a rich broth with different vegetables.
The American took the first spoon, closed her eyes and savoured the taste. Kirsty looked with deep affection at her partner. The blonde devoured the stew in record speed. With a contented sigh she laid finally the spoon aside “Now I am really warm again”
“What?” Hayley looked at Kirsty “Hayley King, you never fail to amaze me” Kirsty retorted warmly “Two hours ago, I found you almost frozen to death, naked and tied to a stake – and now you are almost recovered” “That´s just me” Hayley´s smile was contagious.
Kirsty got serious “Who did this and why?” For a moment the blonde pondered the question “Who? I don´t know but the shifty fellow who followed us yesterday in the pub maybe? Did you check the surveillance system of our room?” “I haven´t thought of that” the Briton admitted – I will check later”
“The why is simple if you ask me” Hayley stated: Whoever is behind this? He wants to scare us of. The question is: Do we let him? I surely won´t!” Hayley had obviously recovered Kirsty thought and that was a good thing. One trait she had always admired: Hayley´s resilience.
When she had been the American´s handler, she had more than once asked herself how the blonde did this: Not to break, not to become numb. Hayley King was one of a kind, she knew that now – and she would make the one responsible for her torment pay.
“I agree. They want to scare us off – and we will show them the error of their ways! What do you think Hayley? What about giving them a show this evening?” “You mean?” and a small smile crossed the American´s lips – “I mean” Kirsty grinned “We dress up to the nines and show anybody who watches us, that we are not intimidated!”
“Sounds like a plan!” Hayley beamed “Let us give them a run for their money! But before that” she yawned I need some beauty sleep!” The blonde shod the dressing gown and curled together under the covers “And I would not mind some attention!” she smiled coyly – but as soon as her head hit the cushions she fell asleep.
Gently Kirsty stroke above Hayley´s cheek. The colour of her skin had returned to normal “Sleep tight my love” Kirsty whispered. She waited till the blonde´s breaths had become deep and regular before she turned on the laptop. Kirsty opened the app which controlled the security systems they had brought with them from London.
She watched the video from yesterday “Bastard” she whispered ….”If you did this to Hayley? You will regret it. I promise!” Another thought crossed her mind: If this was Hayley´s attacker? He was probably only a pawn, but for whom? And why? They had arrived here only yesterday – barely enough time to step on anyone´s toes. Kirsty set her watch, undressed, put her PJ´s on and snuggled against Hayley´s body: A warm body was one remedy in cases of hypothermia –she grinned to herself.
As they entered the pub later for dinner the chatter died down immediately “Let us give them a run for their money and show “them” – whoever they are – that we are not intimidated” Hayley had told Kirsty. Her long blond hair, shimmering like gold, fell in waves down her back. The moos green turtleneck accentuated her full bossom. Her long tweed skirt fell wide around her calves. Kneehigh brown leather boots completed the ensemble. Head held high she strode to their table – all smiles. She was really enjoying this.
Unknown Location later:
The man in the arm chair listened to his contact “So they seem not to be intimidated” Not that he had expected they would. Garrett and King were obviously not easy to scare off “Then it´s time for more drastic steps. Keep them under surveillance and act accordingly when an opportunity presents itself – I leave the details to you. Under no circumstances they must interfere with the operation, we need them out of the way the day after tomorrow. That´ll be all” He ended the call.