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This is the first part of a stand alone story featuring Kate Beckett. The reader does not need to be familiar with the Hunt for the Weinstein Collection and the Hunt for the lost Scrolls. Any necessary informations will be provided
This story is considerable lighter in tone than the two Hunts. Not a drop of blood will be spilled
From the files of Art Incorporated:
Kate Beckett and the reluctant witness
Chapter one:
Shady near Woodstock in the State of New York, late Afternoon, a secluded Estate:
Captain Kate Beckett with the NYPD halted before the massive metal gate of the large very secluded estate in Shady. Shady was a small hamlet not far from Woodstock, New York, deep in the Indian Wilderness. The last time she had been in the area had been in the early days of January, in the early stages of the Hunt for the lost scrolls.
Now in early September it was still pleasantly warm, but autumn had already set in. It was a fabulous Indian summer, though the last days had been rather cool and rainy. The estate lay very secluded, 10000 square metres surrounded by high walls practically in the middle of nowhere. No other house in a five mile radius, only wooded ridges of hills, as far as the eyes could see. What was the highly decorated police officer doing here in this solitude?
Kate Beckett was to protect a high profile witness. Said witness was supposed to testify at a trial in New York in 48 hours. Only a very few very selected people knew the precise coordinates of this safe house. With good reason: Hard evidence suggested the existence of a mole very highly placed in law enforcement.
According to the safety measures, which included a high end security system, Kate´s orders stipulated that she should adhere to complete radio silence, as soon as she had arrived at the safe house. She would send one message, when she had arrived at the safe house and another when the witness was in her custody tomorrow
The homicide detective entered the security code into the pad – and the massive gate glided aside. She drove up the long paved pathway, while the gate closed behind her. The brunette parked her car at one of the parking spaces on the right side of the estate: A two storey brick mansion, built around 1900.
Kate got out, retrieved her trolley from the trunk and strode to the entrance gate: She punched in the entrance code, the large, massive wooden door, made of oak swung open and the brunette crossed the threshold. The door closed automatically behind her almost noiselessly.
Kate took in the atmosphere of the mansion. Its last owner had died without an heir and had bequeathed the estate to the State of New York. After a period of decay and disrepair the mansion had been extensively renovated of late and was used as safe house for high profile witnesses or exclusive guests of the governor now.
Professional as she was, Kate searched the mansion from basement to the attic first. Among the 20 rooms on the upper floor were six sleeping rooms, in fact spacious suits with their own bath room and one very large bathroom with a large tub and a shower cabin, so large that three persons could use it. The brunette sighed contently: She looked forward to take a bath later!
After she had completed her search and stashed her clothes and other belongings inside the cupboards of her suite, Kate walked down the large spiral stairway to the vast living room – kitchen area.
On the kitchen table she found a bottle of red wine with a card, attached to it, it read: “Welcome to Welfare Mansion Captain Beckett! Enjoy!” The wine was a fine Barolo, a Reserva, Kate supressed a smile “Someone has done his homework!” The detective loved Italian Wines and Barolos especially – and the Italian cuisine. But first she sent the code word which informed her superiors that she had arrived at the safe house as planned.
After the long and tiresome drive she deserved a treat Kate thought. She slipped her knee high sturdy but elegant brown low heeled boots off and rubbed her socked feet. Kate lit a fire in the large fireplace and helped herself to a glass of the fine red wine, and sat on the couch, her legs folded under her. Lost in thought she stared into the flames before she took a sip and enjoyed the rich taste of the Italian wine. Kate already missed Castle.
Less relaxed she would have been if she had known that her arrival had been keenly observed from a carefully hidden place outside the security perimeter. The observer had watched Kate entering the house and making herself at home.
The watcher looked at the screen of a pad: It showed Kate making herself comfortable in the living room. A small smile curled the observer´s lips as the brunette detective took a second sip of the Barolo, obviously enjoying, savouring the rich taste. Kate Beckett yawned and stretched, and took another sip. The watcher had to congratulate herself on the way she had prepared the bottle.
The substance she had injected through the cork was colourless, odourless and tasteless. The watcher had gambled the target would not resist the temptation of that special Barolo – of course the hidden watcher would have had a contingency plan, if Beckett had not taken the bait.
Inside the mansion:
Kate sighed. The last weeks had been filled with work: Several high profile cases had kept Captain Beckett and her team occupied, so she actually enjoyed the task at hand: No tedious paper work, no conference calls. Kate was tired – and to stifle another yawn, she felt sleepy: The warmth, the red wine? No wonder that she was tired. So she sat the glass aside and curled herself together on the very comfy couch.
The brunette pulled a soft cashmere blanket to her chin – and closed her eyes “Just for a few minutes” she thought drowsily, one minute later she was in dream land, breathing deep and slowly, completely unaware of her surroundings.
Outside the perimeter the watcher looked on the screen of the tablet: Kate Beckett was fast asleep on the couch. Perfect. The Observer left her hiding place, in her dark camouflage almost invisible to the untrained eye, even a trained professional would have had a hard time spotting her, as she almost melted with her surroundings.
Ten minutes later another black van was driving up the pathway to the safe house. A tall dark clad figure left the car, retrieved a large holdall from the trunk, punched the entry code into the pad and vanished inside. The woman and it was without any doubt a woman, moved with feline grace.
She was tall – about average. The Newcomer entered the living room, where Kate Beckett was peacefully sleeping on the couch. The other woman pulled the blanket aside: The detective wore a brown turtleneck sweater, a long brown skirt, and matching thick woollen socks on her feet.
Her attacker retrieved some items from the holdall and unceremoniously stripped the unconscious woman down to beige bra and panties and nude hose. For a moment she enjoyed the sight of the long trained legs, the ample breasts and the well trained athletic body of her prey – she took a closer look at the gruesome scar above Kate´s left breast, where a few years ago a sniper had hit – and almost killed her. She touched it, but the detective did not stir.
Without any obvious effort the intruder lifted Kate from the couch and carried her to the dining room area and laid the detective face down on the large massive wooden table, made from highly polished seasoned oak.
Before she started to tie up the brunette she put a black metal collar around her throat, with a small rectangular box at the front side. With practised, precise motions she began to tie up the homicide detective with coil after coil of brown 550 parachute cord .….her favourite stuff to render a damsel helpless.
Roughly 45 minutes later Kate awoke slowly from her drug induced slumber: The first sign that something was wrong? She lay on something hard. She remembered she had taken a nap on the comfy couch in front of the fire place. The second sign: Kate could not move. The third clue: She could not see. Her eyes were covered. Only slowly her still foggy mind set the different pieces of the puzzle together:
She was tied up. She was tied up and thoroughly gagged. Supressing the rising of a panic, she forced herself to take stock of her predicament calmly: “I have been obviously stripped down to underwear and hose. What next? I am hogtied – and tightly – I can touch my heels with my fingertips” Indeed she could feel her nyloned soles. A small favour: Her circulation was not impaired she continued to test her bonds:
“My big toes have been tied, my insteps, my ankles, my calves, under the knees above the knees and midthigh. And yes, I have been crotch roped, my elbows tied. I have been blindfolded and there is something around my throat a collar. Probably I chew on my own socks and my lower face is enshrouded in tape, f*ck!”
She was angry, very angry.
The American screamed into her gag and got zapped by the collar around her throat. Kate panted heavily. A cool voice broke through the silence “This is a shock collar Captain Beckett – set on medium for now” The speaker paused to give Kate time to process the information “If you try to speak or even scream? You get shocked. Do I have your attention now Captain?” The homicide detective nodded.
“Good” the speaker continued, a woman as Kate surmised “This is how things are: We will spend the next 72 hours together. For most of the time you will be probably tied up and gagged. But if you follow orders, we will get along nicely. One more thing: Your collar has another function:
If you try to leave the house, you will be shocked into oblivion. The shock you got before was only a small appetizer. I will leave you now to ponder your situation. To help you thinking, I will set your ear buds on sound cancelling mode”
Kate was alone. Alone in her own small world: In the next minutes, she tested her bonds for any weakness. There was none. Whoever had ambushed her, knew her business. A professional – and that gave her pause: Obviously her attacker had known the security codes, which confirmed the theory that there was a mole at the NYPD or the DA´s office. Thanks to the security measures taken, nobody would miss her for four days.
Her attacker watched the detective, testing her bonds methodically: Beckett was not panicking, but trying to keep calm. From her file she knew that the Captain was an absolute professional and used to situations like these. A broad smile curled her lips: The next three days would be most entertaining – for her at least. She loved a challenge!
Two hours later:
Kate was miserable. Her struggles had gotten her nothing. None of the ropes had budged. A few muffled groans and screams had earned her several more zaps. Most of them had been not extremely painful but were a stark reminder of what would happen if she would get more vocal. How much time had passed? Impossible to say, she felt another cramp though forming in her left calve, not the first one. No, Kate Beckett was not happy.
Suddenly the way to joyful voice of her kidnapper filled her ears:
“You had time to think things through Captain, Just nod if you will comply!” Kate thought about telling the woman to go to hell, but being stubborn would get her nothing – and she needed the loo, urgently – so she nodded.
Her attacker chuckled “I knew you would see sense. So here is the deal: I will let you out of the hog tie then we make a trip to the bathroom upstairs. You refresh, get some fresh comfy clothes and – if you behave – dinner” the woman paused “If not Captain: I carry you down to the basement, you have to do your business in a bucket you get dog food for dinner and sleep in a cage. Got it?”
Grudgingly Kate nodded. Her hogtie ropes were severed her legs flopped down like dead wood. Someone helped her to sit. The heavily padded sleep mask was removed. Kate´s eyes needed some time to adjust to the sudden brightness.
When she could see clearly she saw the tall dark haired woman in front of her: She was tall, black haired – and Asian. The upper half of her face was covered by a mask. She was entirely clad in black leather. High heeled boots on her feet.
Surprisingly gentle the woman helped Kate on her feet. Patiently she waited till she had the feeling that the American would be able to stand “Right Captain, now be an obedient captive and hop!” Kate stared incredulously at her handler “Yes, hop! Or do you need some persuasion?” The zap was so strong that Kate almost blackened out.
Defiantly she glared at her tormentor, who chuckled “You are indeed a cough cookie – and now hop!” She gestured with the “cattle prod” in her right hand. With an almost casual flick she zapped the detective´s right buttock. Her muffled curse earned her another zap.
Grudgingly Kate did make the first hop. She swayed, but somehow managed to keep her balance. When she had made it to the first step of the stairwell, she was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. Another zap “Carry on Katie waitie!” Kate had no idea how long it took and how she did it. But finally she stood in the large bathroom, she had admired earlier.
Her handler waited patiently till her breathing was normal again “Listen Captain: You have 30 minutes to freshen up and redress. You will then shackle yourself and put on the gag” The woman in black pointed to a staple of cloths and two pairs of shackles and something that looked suspiciously like a heavily padded panel gag “And no word till, you are spoken too!”
The two women measured each one up “She is taller than Chris, but not as tall as Anna” Kate thought to herself “She is still defiant, but has decided to follow orders for now” the woman in black concluded.
Under the careful watch of her captor Kate did her business, refreshed herself and put on the clothes provided for her: A pair of no nonsense underwear. A white turtleneck, blue spandex leggings, a pair of nude hose and two pairs of thick woollen white socks “Put on the gag and cuff your ankles” The detective stared at her kidnapper but did comply.
The heavily padded panel gag had a large rubber ball at the inside, with a hole through it. The shackles were heavily padded, with a foot of chain between: Small steps were possible but nothing more.
“Now Captain Beckett! Arms front!” Again the brunette did comply: With her ankles shackled she stood no chance against her handler – and she didn´t want to be zapped into oblivion, far from it: The bondage mittens rendered her hands useless anyway. The cuffs around her wrists made her completely helpless. Kate sighed.
Her Captor seemed amused “Now follow me – and mind your step! A fall down this stair well? I wouldn´t risk it!” Kate rolled her eyes, but heeded the advice: The shackles allowed indeed for small steps only. She would have cursed into her gag, but had no intention to be zapped again.
Finally they had reached the spacious kitchen. There was a table laid for two: Kate concluded that soup was on the menu. When she had sat down, her kidnapper put a steaming hot pot of soup on the table. Kate´s nostrils widened: Irish stew!
She made a motion with her bound wrists and mitted hands “No Captain, I will take no risks with you, I will feed you” Kate sighed “Don´t play the damsel in distress, Kate, you are not” Alecto stated “I will remove the gag and feed you and you get a drink of that fabulous red wine if you behave. But be aware: No word!” With a sigh Kate nodded.
The stew was excellent and the wine perfect as she found out. Being fed was something unfamiliar, and keeping her mouth shut even more, but the slight tingle against her throat was a not so subtle reminder not to test her luck, whenever she was on the verge of speaking.
“You need a trip to the loo?” The woman in black asked her after dinner “No” Kate shook her head “Right, then we can proceed with fun and games, oh and by the way, you may call me Alecto or simply mistress, when I allow you to talk of course” the Asian woman smiled “Now gag yourself, get your most delectable ass up and follow me to the living room!”
Kate just rolled her eyes and wiggled her mitted hands “Oh, I forgot” Alecto smiled – and gagged Kate herself, not extremely tight, but secure. The detective followed her handler into the large living room. Something had changed, she noticed: Next to the couch she had slept on stood a heavy, sturdy wooden bench ….. Kate did not know what her host had in mind, but she was sure, she would not like it. Not one bit.
And she was right: 20 minutes later she found herself sitting on the bench. Her arms had been tied at wrists and elbows high behind her back, so that she was forced to lean forward. Some sort of sitting strappado. Her legs rested on the bench stretched out, so that her socked feet just protruded at the end. So far so good: Her legs had been bound at midthigh, above the joint, below the joint, around the calves and the ankles.
At the same points additional rope bands lashed her legs firmly to the bench. This whole arrangement would have been already uncomfortable, but Alecto had enhanced it: Under her ankles the Asian Woman had placed a brick, so that her legs were slightly elevated.
Combined with the strappado this was most uncomfortable. Finally the black clad woman had removed Kate´s socks, tied her big toes together and bound the toe tie back to her calves. Kate groaned. She had to giggle though as Alecto let her fingers glide above her nylon clad soles.
“I see” her captor grinned “You are a bit ticklish – perfect!” She left and the detective had the distinctive feeling whatever would come her way? She would not like it “Why do have to have be correct?” Kate cursed her bad luck inwardly as she watched the woman returning: The device she positioned directly at Kate´s exposed soles, was built of several roles. Some with bristles, some with feathers and some with tasers ….
“They call it the tickler of hell” Alecto almost casually explained “Tickler of hell! Meet Kate Beckett! Kate Beckett meet the tickler of hell!” Alecto stepped behind the detective and applied the heavily padded sleep mask again, so Kate had no idea what would coming …
Alecto watched with amusement as the brunette flexed her nyloned sole and tried to move her feet out of harm´s way, but no such luck. With a devious grin she pressed a button on her I-pad. Kate had the feeling she had to die, as the feathers touched the soft nyloned heels of her feet. It got worse, when the brushes touched her under her high arches. She was very ticklish there, but not as ticklish as under her fleshy balls and between the toes. Noooo! Not between the toes!
And this was only just the beginning. Soon she giggled, shrieked into her gag, begged her handler to stop. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Giggle fits shook her body. Now and then the torment stopped – but for a short time only. The electro shocks were not much better. Her captor had devised a clever program: Different instruments, different intensity, different intevalls
To Kate it felt like eternity in fact it was roughly over an hour. At one point her mind simply just shut down. Only as the Asian caressed her cheek softly and pressed a glass of wine against her lips? Then the detective recovered, her soles burned, she was sweaty, she was tired. The cool white wine felt heavenly on her parched throat.
Kate had not registered that her captor had loosened the strappado tie or removed the blindfold so that she could sit upright. She stared up at the dark haired woman who smiled down at her – and it was a warm smile, Kate registered with surprise “Your stamina is impressive Captain Beckett” and it sounded sincere “Let me tell you something: We call it a day, you get some rest – tomorrow will be a new day!”
Kate offered no resistance as Alecto cut the ropes which held her legs to the bench - she even pulled her socks back on her still burning feet. After she had shackled the detective´s ankles she helped her up. Kate swayed slightly till she felt secure enough to stand and walked on her own accord.
The short way up the stair well into the bath room felt like a power jog. Heavily panting Kate stood finally in the bath room again, there Alecto removed her bonds and shackles “You have thirty minutes to freshen up and put on your nightdress – and I take it you know how to put on a diaper …. You will put on the gag and shackle your ankles”
Finally Kate was free of her bonds and the gag – she expected her jailer to lock her in – but the black clad woman just stood in the doorway again, her Taser gun loosely in her right “You have no time to loose Captain the clock is ticking!” Kate rolled her eyes: Obviously the Lady in Black had no intention to leave her out of her sights.
For a brief moment the detective was tempted to throw caution out of the window – but what would that get her? Kate sighed and undressed. She blushed deeply as she did her business. After her usual bath room routine Kate looked at her “PJ´s”: It was as down-filled suit in blue – with booties.
But first the diaper: Hayley and Kirsty had told her about their time with Crawford
(Notice to the reader: Elizabeth Crawford is a character of [mention]mrjones2009[/mention] as are Hayley King and Kirsty Garrett)– so she had a rough idea what to do:
It was just humiliating, which was part of the whole procedure: She a grown up woman having to put a diaper on herself – in front of a stranger. She felt her cheeks burning. Only on the third attempt she got the job done “You will get better with practise” Alecto chuckled amused, Kate just glared at her, but kept her silence. Instead she put on the down-filled suit, it fitted perfectly.
With disgust she took the heavily padded panel gag with a large foam ball on the inside “Don´t forget to make it tight, or I will do it for you!” her captor told her flatly. As Kate found out, the gag was well padded – but the large ball pressed her tongue down and filled her mouth completely “That´s a great gag!” she mumbled – “Yes detective – and it does look good on you! Now cuff your ankles!”
The shackles too were heavily padded, “Arms front!” her handler commanded: The bondage mittens made the detective´s hands useless. She fumed inwardly but complied as the leather clad woman shackled her wrists in front of her body. Three well-padded leather straps held her Arms in position.
“Now let us go to your bed room! – I took the liberty to make your bed more comfortable!” Her handler moved her taser gun: “Move!” Kate shuffled along, or more precisely she waddled along: The thick diaper around her groin made her move awkwardly. As she crossed the threshold, she stood still in disbelief: Down-filled restraining bags! Three of them!
Hayley had told her about those “You know them do you?” Alecto teased her “As Hayley King has surely told you, those bags are really comfy! Stand still!” With precise motions Kate´s legs were strapped together in six places. Then she was told to sit down and the other woman locked her insteps with two thinner straps together. The icing on the cake, the detective fumed, a pair of toe cuffs which locked her big toes together.
“Lay down on the inner bag!” Alecto commanded!” Ten minutes later Kate found herself staring at the ceiling. The down-filled bags compressed her body on all sides. Hayley had told her that the pressure would increase when the down lofted up. Also true: She was securely restrained. The smiling face of her captor appeared in her limited field of vision “Sleep tight detective, tomorrow will be a busy day!” Then it was lights out.
Finally Kate lay in her down filled cocoon in the darkness. Frustrated she banged her head on the soft cushion. For a while the detective fought the restraining bags, before she settled down. It took a while but finally she fell into an exhausted sleep.