Nothing Personal 5- Spies Like Them Part 2 (F/F)

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banshee wrote: 1 year ago Not an avid reader of this story but that last chapter was a very fun read
[mention]banshee[/mention] Many thanks. Glad that you enjoyed this chapter.

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mrjones2009 wrote: 1 year ago
@Caesar73 Once again thanks for all of the support. Always appreciated.

To confirm, Fallon Bennett is indeed Alessandra.
I imagine that would be quite the scene, when Crawford and Bennett meet again ... First: Would recognize Crawford her former second in command? How would she react? And even more intersting: How would Bennett play this? We do not know why Bennett cut ties with her former boss, but if we take into account what Gina told Rihannon and Gayle? That must have been something really bad ....

To the Story: It seems like all roads are convering now on the Island .... nicely built :)
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Love the story 😊
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Megann wrote: 1 year ago Love the story 😊
[mention]Megann[/mention] Thanks for commenting. Glad to hear that you are enjoying the story.
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Chapter 75

An island in the Mediterranean

They next morning Hayley burst back into their room, startling Kirsty in the process. “We need to talk, but first I really need to have a shower.” Leaving a bemused Kirsty to continue watching television Hayley slammed the door to the bathroom closed and slipped off her dress, hanging it up on the floor. Hayley stepped into the cubicle and set the temperature of the water as high as she could stand and the power as high as it could go and moved around to let the water hit every part of her body, scrubbing her entire body twice with soap and then a flora smelling bodywash. Although knowing that she couldn’t wash off what she had heard from Elizabeth Crawford the shower helped her mood and she was far calmer when she left the bathroom. Hayley came out of the bathroom wearing a white robe and rubbing her hair dry with a towel to find laying across her bed, on her side using one arm to support her head.

“Feeling better?” Kirsty asked.

“Yeah babe, sorry about earlier,” Hayley replied. “A bit flustered after what I found out.”

“What did you find out?” Kirsty asked. Hayley took a deep breath.

“Elizabeth told me what her long-term plan is. What she has been working toward.” Hayley began. “It seems that what she has been doing is trying to negotiate a deal with certain Governments and agencies to obtain a pardon for her past crimes and go straight! All her recent operations, abductions have all been geared toward gaining leverage for….” Hayley trailed off as she saw the look on Kirsty’s face. “You knew!” Hayley exclaimed.

“Yes,” Kirsty stated.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Hayley asked.

“I really think that it wasn’t relevant. It doesn’t really affect your situation here, our situation,” Kirsty said sitting up and spreading her arms wide.

“Well, I think it does. If Elizabeth is confident enough to divulge her plans to me then she cannot be far away from getting it completed.” Hayley joined Kirsty sitting on the edge of the bed. “We have to do something and we need to do it quickly,” Hayley said as she lay back on the bed.

“Are you sure that is a good idea?” Kirsty asked, turning to look at Hayley and noticing the robe had opened slightly to reveal a slither of flesh. “Elizabeth isn’t going to be pleased if she finds out that we have been meddling or plotting to escape.”

“What choice do we have?” Hayley responded.

“We could ride it out, wait for her to get her agreement and then see what happens,” Kirsty said feeling an urge that was new. Kirsty was into guys but there was something about Hayley that was alluring, it couldn’t be denied.

“You really think that Elizabeth will let us go?” Hayley asked with a laugh. Kirsty pondered this as Hayley continued. “I can’t see her opening the doors and letting us walk out of here of our own accord. She thinks you betrayed her and well, she has some kind of weird obsession or connection with me. I think that it would be more likely that Elizabeth decides that we have to be kept out of the way.”

“What is you plan then?” Kirsty asked. Hayley drifted off deep into her own thoughts, trying to come up with a way forward, a way to take positive action, to take some control over what was going to happen to her in the future. That engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn’t react when Kirsty undid the belt on the robe and slid her hand under the robe and ran it over Hayley’s body. It wasn’t until Kirsty shifted position on the bed that Hayley realised what was going on and was about to say something when Kirsty’s lips landed on hers. It took Hayley a couple of seconds to overcome the shock before her own lips started to move in unison with Kirsty’s.
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“Good morning ladies,” Harper greeted the three bound and gagged women that had been led out in front of her. “A lovely day for a flight home. Wouldn’t you agree?” Evan Davenport, U.S. Attorney Amanda Dennard and Special Agent Lindsay Ralston all glared at Harper over the silk scarves that had been tied over their mouths. Harper could tell that their mouths were also stuffed judging by the way that the tightly tied scarves bulged in certain areas. Elizabeth wasn’t one to let standards slip, even when guests were on their way off the island. Harper nodded and the Christine and Annika, who had escorted the women form their suites released their wrists from the padded leather cuffs and removed their gags. Harper thought that it strange how quickly people became accustomed to things. When their wrists had been freed not one of the captives had made a move to remove their gags, they knew to wait until they were removed for them.

“I thought that you were letting us go,” Evan said.

“We are, but procedure remain in place until you leave the island,” Harper responded as she flipped open the folder that she held in her arms.

“Does that include drugging us on the flight home,” Lindsay commented.

“We can administer a sedative now if you would prefer.” Harper replied. “I am sure Christine will have come chloroform...” Lindsay didn’t reply. Having found what she was looking for in the file folder Harper handed a selection of stapled together sheets of paper.

“What are these?” Amanda asked as she looked through the document.

“Just a standard non-disclosure agreement,” Harper stated. “Nothing to concern yourself with. I have a pen if you need one. There are a couple of pages where we need your signature.”

“A non-disclosure agreement about what?” Lindsay asked. Evan just stared at the document seemingly in shock whilst Amanda continued to speed read every page.

“You cannot divulge anything that has happened on this island,” Harper stated. “If you do then there will be consequences.”

“What would they be?” Lindsay asked.

“Well, you will be back here as a guest for a lengthy period of time. Voluntarily.” Harper stared at the Special Agent hard when she said that.

“What do we tell people?” Lindsay asked, not breaking Harper’s gaze.

“Holiday. Secret Mission. Visiting a sick aunt. Get creative.” Harper said.

“And if we don’t?” Lindsay asked.

“Have you got that chloroform Christine?” Harper asked. Lindsay sighed and turned to Amanda who had just finished reading the document. The lawyer shrugged.

“It looks legally solid,” Amanda replied. “It could be enforceable.” Lauren sighed. “In fact, in probably would stand up in court. It is just the punitive terms that are a different. Usually, it would just be a financial settlement but this is confirming that we would submit to coming back to the island. It obviously doesn’t mention anything about what happens if or when one of us comes back here.” That was obvious Lauren thought. Without looking at Harper she held out her hand and Harper set the pen in her palm. If this was what it took to get off the island then so be it. She had no intention of discussing what had gone in here in any detail anyway. At best it was embarrassing. Having signed where instructed Lauren handed the pen to Amanda who did the same. It took a bit of cajoling but they managed to get Evan to sign also.

“That wasn’t too hard,” Harper said as she collected the signed documents. “I will have this scanned and arrange for a copy of each one to be emailed to Amanda for safekeeping. Now if you will follow Christine, she will show you out. I believe Nicole is giving you a ride to the airfield.” Silently the three women turned and followed Christine toward the door. “Safe journey,” Harper called. Lauren reply was a rude gesture over her shoulder.
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Elizabeth Crawford sat looking out of the bay window in her study when there was a deft knock on the door. All the girls knew that Elizabeth never called for them to come in. They all counted to five and came in, Elizabeth would shout out if she didn’t want them to enter. Spinning round in her chair Elizabeth to find Kendall walking toward her with a small box wrapped in brown paper in her hands. “This came on the boat with the supply run,” Kendall said as she put the small package down on the desk and took a stop back.

“Interesting,” Elizabeth commented as Kendall placed it on the desk.

“Something that you have been waiting for?” Kendall asked as Elizabeth craned her neck to get a look at what was written on the package. It was marked Private & Confidential FAO Elizabeth Crawford.

“Thanks Kendall,” Elizabeth replied with a smile. “Now, if you could leave me alone that would be great. I am sure that you have duties to attend to.” The smile disappeared from Kendall’s face as she spun around and headed for the exit. Once Kendall had closed the door Elizabeth picked up the phone and dialled the internal extension for the special room in the basement. Elsa and Xenia had been working on Sonam Khan for long enough. It was time to test their work out. “It has arrived,” Elizabeth said once the line had been picked up. “Are you ready?”

“We could always do with more time to work with her,” Elsa Schmidt replied. It was then that Elizabeth realised that Elsa would almost be straight below where she currently sat.

“Unfortunately, there isn’t any more time,” Elizabeth stated. “Prepare Sonam for questioning and I will be down shortly.” Instructions ordered Elizabeth terminated the call. Like a child at Christmas, Elizabeth could barely contain her excitement as she carefully unwrapped the box from the brown paper that was around it before taking off the top to reveal a small glass bottle inside that was protected by a lot of padding and cushioning. After admiring the bottle or a couple of minutes Elizabeth stood up and slipped on her short down jacket that had been sitting on the back of the chair. With care she took the bottle from box and slipped it into the outside pocket of her jacket and set off. After exiting the study Elizabeth turned left, heading toward the rear of the house after deciding to take the stairs down to the basement. At the end of the corridor was a wooden door with an arch at the top which Elizabeth used her security card to open the door. There was a small landing and Elizabeth hitched up her long skirt before carefully descending the stone staircase into the basement. The walls and floor were bare stone but Elizabeth had modern lighting and air handling installed to make the basement more habitable and less depressing. It was mainly used for storage but some of the rooms had been fitted out for other purposes, such as the main server room at the far end of the basement. As such access to the basement was controlled more tightly than the rest of the house. Elizabeth walked by the first door; it was slightly ajar so she stuck her head in. It was the room that Elsa and Xenia used when working on both Sonam Khan and earlier Emily St Clare. The room was fitted out like a something in a creepy hospital, padded white walls, glass fronted cabinets, medical supplies, machines, and the solitary table sitting in the centre. Elizabeth shrugged and walked on to the next door, this door was closed and she used the security card to unlock the door and slipped inside.

“Hello, Miss Crawford,” Elsa Schmidt said by way of greeting. Elizabeth looked at Elsa who was wearing her three-quarter length white coat, a black skirt that stopped just above the knee and a maroon rollneck sweater. Elizabeth nodded a greeting back and took in this room. Plain white walls and ceiling with a large mirror on the wall that was opposite the door. In the centre of the room was a large padded chair, very similar to one that you would find in a dental surgery. Currently strapped into that chair was a down suit wearing Soham Khan. There were padded leather straps around Sonam’s wrists and ankles, holding her firmly in place. Additional straps across her lower legs, thighs and stomach meant that Sonam wouldn’t be squirming around that much. In addition to the binding Elsa and gagged and blindfolded Sonam as well. “Shall I leave you alone?”

“No, it’s fine Elsa,” Elizabeth replied. “You can stay.”

“Do you think that this will work?” Elizabeth looked from Elsa to Sonam and noted that the bound woman wasn’t responding to anything. “It’s alright, I took the liberty of putting in earplugs.”

“Thorough as always,” Elizabeth commented as she reached into her pocket and removed the bottle. “There is only one way to find out.” Elsa went into her pocket and produced a thick, white cloth an handed it to Elizabeth before walking away and taking up a position leaning against the door. Elizabeth strode over and removed the earplugs and blindfold, Sonam blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light.

“I am going to remove your gag Sonam but no screaming or shouting.” Sonam just moved her head forward slightly to allow Elizabeth easy access to the knot that secured the folded silk scarf over her mouth. Once that was removed Sonam used her tongue to expel the cloth that had been stuffed inside her mouth by Xenia earlier on. Then it dawned on Elizabeth that someone was missing. “Where is Xenia?” Elizabeth asked Elsa over her shoulder.

“Went for some lunch,” was the matter of fact reply.

“Let’s get this started,” Sonam commented.

“Somewhere to be?” Elizabeth asked.

“Just fed up playing your games Elizabeth,” Sonam replied. “You are not the only one that has a business to run. Ask your questions and let my daughter and I leave.”

“Don’t worry, this will not be a long conversation and they we can get you upstairs and comfortable again back in the bags.”

“What do you want to ask me about?”

“Just one specific thing,” Elizabeth replied as she unscrewed the lid from the bottle. Before pouring the liquid onto the carefully folded cloth Elizabeth wafted it under her nose. The smell instantly sent her back to Shimla all those years ago, it certainly smelt like the correct stuff. “You will recognise the smell from this liquid,” Elizabeth informed Sonam as she saturated the cloth. “How much do I need on the cloth?”

“That should just about do it,” Sonam confirmed. “Why do you need that anyway? I am going to tell the truth. You are holding my daughter hostage.”

“Not that I don’t think that you value your daughter,” Elizabeth said, “But, I need to make sure that you are telling the truth on this one.” Sonam sighed. “How long should I apply the drug?”

“It takes four of five minutes to have the proper effect,” Sonam stated. Elizabeth leaned in and pressed the cloth tightly over Sonam’s nose and mouth. Elizabeth watched the reaction of the woman intently, there was no panic, Sonam just took nice, deep breathes and inhaled the fumes from the cloth. After thirty seconds Elizabeth removed the cloth to allow Sonam a breath of fresh air before reapplying the cloth. After doing this on a couple of more occasions Elizabeth noted that Sonam’s eyes started to lose focus and have a far away look. Satisfied that the drug was starting to have an effect Elizabeth removed the cloth and started with the questions. Just as Elizabeth was about to start the door opened and Xenia slipped back into the room and skirting the walls mover around the room so that she took up a position behind Sonam.

“How do you know me?” Elizabeth asked.

“Mainly by reputation Elizabeth, we move in the same circles so to speak,” Sonam said groggily.

“Have we met before?”

“Only once before you brought me to your base, I remember now, you were at my house in Shimla.” Elizabeth nodded and reapplied the cloth for another thirty seconds before shifting to her main line of questioning.

“Several years ago, you came into possession of the US Security Service asset list,” Elizabeth stated. Sonam nodded her head, Elizabeth noted that it was more of a loll of the head. The drug was obviously starting to have a severe effect on the woman.

“Where did you get the asset list?” Elizabeth asks.

“From a corrupt American agent,” Sonam replied. This was the acid test and everyone in the room knew it. Would the work undertake by Xenia and Elsa have been worthwhile?

“The name of the agent?” Elizabeth asked. There was silence in the room as all three women waited on Sonam’s answer.

“I was given the list by Jaclyn Sanders,” Sonam said. Elizabeth smiled at Sonam and nodded to Xenia who was standing behind Sonam. Another cloth was pressed over Sonam’s nose and mouth, this time Sonam moaned heavily into the cloth as she could tell from the smell that it was chloroform. Sonam instantly recognised the scent and for once welcomed the familiar smell. The repeated application and removal of the cloth with the truth drug itself had left her feeling weak and short of breath meaning that it didn’t take long for her to close her eyes and slip into wonderful dreamland. Elizabeth watched intently until Sonam’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Satisfied?” Elsa asked as they watched Sonam succumb to the fumes from the cloth.

“Yes, very much so.” Elizabeth responded. “I will get Harper to make the arrangements for Sonam and her daughter to leave the island tomorrow and send a couple of the girls down to take her back to her suite.” Elizabeth slipped the bottle back into her pocket and exited the room. With a large smile on her face, she retraced her steps back to her study.
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The light breathing told Hayley that Constance was sound asleep, she looked over and there was a smile on the young woman’s face although she was obviously miles away. Carefully Hayley slipped out of the bed without waking Constance and softly dropped her feet onto the ground. Looking round in the darkness by memory she made her way across to where they had deposited their clothes hours earlier. A quick search of the equipment that Constance carried produced what Hayley was looking for, a bottle of chloroform. She thought about taking one of the cloths from the equipment belt but decided against it should Constance notice so she would have to find something else. After padding across to the dresser Hayley opened a drawer and hit the jackpot, well almost, a small pile of folded handkerchiefs. Picking the top one Hayley folded it as she made her way back to the bed. Hayley stopped at the edge of bed and poured the chloroform carefully onto the handkerchief, she couldn’t afford to spill any and leave a trace. After putting the bottle down onto the carpet Hayley slipped back into bed and paused to make sure that she hadn’t disturbed Constance. After taking a breath and steeling herself Hayley held the chloroform-soaked handkerchief as close as she dared under Constance’s nose so that Constance inhaled the fumes. Hayley wanted Constance to get a good dose of the drug without doing anything that would wake Constance from her natural sleep. Hayley didn’t like doing this, misleading her, drugging her and putting her in danger. Constance was clearly a young woman who had just fallen from the correct path and been used by Elizabeth Crawford and her group. In another life Hayley could have met Constance before Kirsty and helped, but sadly they were in this life. Anyway, Constance had gotten something in return. Well, if you were being particular, she actually got two things in return. Finally, happy that Constance had inhaled enough Hayley clamped the handkerchief over Constance’s nose and mouth and watch intently to make sure that the young woman was deeply unconscious before the handkerchief was removed. “Sorry I have to do this Constance, I really am,” Hayley said as she gently kissed the young woman on the forehead. “Sleep well.”

Padding over to where they had left their clothes, or well what passed for clothes on this island Hayley ignored her down suit and stepped into Constance’s dress. Carefully Hayley pulled it up over her shoulders, reached round and zipped it up. Now, they weren’t the exact same size, Constance was slightly taller and Hayley was curvier but the dress fit well enough. Next, she pinned her hair up as best as she could in the dark then, wait Constance was knocked out she could put on a small light. There was a standing lamp in room and Hayley switched it on before heading to the dresser and fixing her hair. It wasn’t perfect but it would do, she didn’t have the time to faff about. Hayley checked the equipment belt and snapped it on before finally putting on the short down jacket. A quick glance in the mirror told her that she looked alright. She would not pass for Constance close up but as a distance, in the dark she would be alright. Anyway, the plan was to avoid any social interaction. The last thing to do was to remove the anklet from around her ankle. The tracking would have her in Constance’s room if anybody checked but didn’t know if sort of alarm would go off if it registered a lot of movement at this time of night or if the anklet was logged some where she shouldn’t have been so it would have to go. A quick search of Constance’s equipment belt and Hayley came up with what looked like the key, it had the same kind of funny shape at the end. A silent prayer and Hayley hocked up the skirt and fiddled with key and the anklet. There was a small click and the two ends of the anklet separated. With a wide smile Hayley deposited the anklet on the dresser and headed for the door. Deciding to leave the light on Hayley opened the door wide enough to get out and then closed it behind her.

After the door closed Hayley looked left and right and seeing that the coast was clear stated to walk toward the stairs. The purpose of tonight’s escapade was just to have a look around without having anybody looking over her shoulder. Hayley was hoping that something would jump out to her as she walked the around the house. Having to be back before Constance regained consciousness Hayley planned to be back in the room in about forty-five minutes. After making her way down the stairs Hayley walked freely around the entire ground floor of the house for the first time. Using Constance’s access card, she was able to access most of the rooms, with the sole exception of Crawford’s study. As she strolled around Hayley paid particular attention to the exits and noted that they all had contact sensors which she assumed would be alarmed and monitored in the main security room by whoever was on duty. Hayley tried to avoid walking straight at the various cameras located on the ground floor, always careful to angle her head down. Only of the someone was really paying attention would notice that she wasn’t Constance. Hayley was really enjoying the freedom when she heard footsteps on the wooden flooring and paused, it would be the floating guard that operated at sight. She backed up and took shelter it a doorway, peering round the edge to see the guard come into view but take a right and head away from Hayley rather than toward her. Deciding that she had seen enough and eager not to push her luck to far Hayley set about returning to Constance’s room.
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After putting everything back the way that she had found it Hayley slipped back into bed, got entwined again with Constance and closed her eyes. She must have drifted off to sleep as Hayley suddenly came to life with Constance prodding her in the stomach. “Hello, sleepy head,” Constance said with a wide grin on her face. Hayley felt Constance’s fingers working their way slowly down from her stomach.

“I don’t think we have time for that Constance. We had better get me back to my room before anybody can miss me.” Hayley said.

“I suppose you are right Hayley,” Constance replied, obviously disappointed and threw off the duvet. “I need to grab a very quick shower. Care to join me?”

“No, I think that I will enjoy the feeling of grim and sweat for the day. I am due a shower and change of suit tonight anyway.”

“Your loss,” Constance said and jumped out of bed. “There are fresh diapers in the drawer over there if you want to get on whilst I cleaning up,” Constance commented as she headed for the bathroom.

“Leaving captives to take care of themselves these days,” Hayley shouted as she walked toward the dresser. As the shower engaged Hayley grabbed a large diaper from the drawer and headed back to the bed. After unfurling the diaper Hayley laid it in the centre in the bed and with an ease that she found disturbing settled her bottom on the middle of the diaper, securing it snuggly and comfortably in place. Then Hayley walked across to where she had dumped the rest of her clothes and slipped on her bra and down suit. Before zipping up the suit she took a furtive glance at the bathroom and slipped the chloroform-stained handkerchief into one of the cups on her bra. The shower turned off and not long afterward Constance returned wrapped in a towel.

“I look forward to doing this again,” Constance said as she made her way across to where Hayley was standing next to the abandoned dress. Constance stood in the middle and pulled it up. Hayley felt a pang of guilt about using the young woman like this but the situation was desperate and she had to take any advantage that she could find.

“Let me help you with that,” Hayley offered and Constance turned around to allow Hayley to zip her up. “I wouldn’t bet on us being able to do this anytime in the near future.”

“You might be right, the shift pattern would have to be right,” Constance said. Hayley bent down and picked up the cuffs and mitts, handing them to Constance and spinning so that her back was now to Constance. “But we will always have tonight.” Hayley put her hands behind her back and allowed Constance to bind her wrists and slip on the mitts. “Let me get a fresh gag,” Constance hurried over to the dresser and returned with the correct implements for an effective gag.

“Just hurry up, gag me and get me back to my room before anyone asks any awkward questions.” Hayley opened her mouth and allowed Constance to carefully fill it with a soft, thick cloth before taking a silk scarf, folding it and tying it tightly over Hayley’s mouth. Constance took a step back and looked Hayley over, standing in her down suit with her wrists bound behind her back and gagged and thought Hayley was the most wonderful thing that she had ever seen. “Now, let’s get you back and restrained in your room.”
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“That was a very dangerous move,” Kirsty said to Hayley. They were standing in the bathroom talking about what Hayley had been up to the previous evening and night. Even though they were told that there were no listening devices in the room they had moved to the bathroom and un the tap.

“I know but it was worthwhile,” Hayley replied as she wrapped the handkerchief that she had used to chloroform in a soiled diaper and dumped both into the bin. Nobody was going to search through that so Hayley thought it was be a safe way to dispose of the evidence.

“I didn’t mean just for you Hayley, but also for Constance. She is young and impressionable,” Kirsty said, her voice rising slightly.

“You would know, you did recruit her into this organisation,” Hayley tilted her head. “So, if she is in any danger then you have to take some of the blame.” Kirsty had to concede that point.

“I just don’t want anything bad to happen to the girl. She as on the wrong path and I was just trying to give her direction. It was the only way I knew to help.” Hayley could see that Kirsty was genuinely upset so reached out and hugged her.

“Babe, you are just a big softie inside.” Hayley let go of Kirsty and took a step back. “Look, I know where you are coming from and I agree, Constance is a good kid at heart but for now she is on the other team. We agreed that nobody is going to come riding to the rescue on a trusty steed do we have to find a way off this island and she may prove a valuable asset.” Kirsty had to admit that Hayley had a point.

“It just might be tricky if you got caught. I doubt that Elizabeth would be too pleased. You would be back on tight restrictions and Constance would probably be in here with us. Especially if that nutjob Kendal had any say in the matter.”

“Not a big fan of Elizabeth’s protégé?” Hayley asked. Kirsty shook her head.

“There is something not quite right. The girl has a cruel streak and a temper. I am actually surprised that Elizabeth is keeping her about.” Kirsty said. “So, what do you think?”

“At that time of the night I was actually able to walk around the house without too much trouble. Although Constance mentioned that the guard watching the CCTV that night wasn’t the most professional.”

“Don’t suppose she mentioned who the guard was?” Kirsty asked but Hayley was already shaking her head before the end of the question.

“Is there any way to get hold of the shift patterns?” Hayley asked Kirsty.

“I doubt that there will be hard copies lying around, they will all be held electronically.”

“So, I would need access to Constance’s computer,” Hayley said, her mind instantly switching into a mode of how that could be achieved.

“Hayley, that would be very dangerous. I really don’t think that it would be wise to try that. For a start you would need to get into Constance’s room again,” Kirsty started.

“That shouldn’t be too hard,” Hayley interrupted with a wink. Kirsty shook her head.

“Even after that you would need her access code.”

“Most people use something memorable or their date of birth,” Hayley replied, not taking no for an answer.

“What about getting off the island?” Kirsty asked changing paths.

“Unless you can get in contact with you friends again.” Kirsty shook her head.

“That bridge is burned, one-off arrangement as I am not in any position to do them a favour in return at the present time. Even if I could get access to a communication device that would let me contact someone off the island.”

“That leaves the boat as the only option. I discounted the plane as I assume you would have told me if you were a pilot.” The way Hayley said this made Kirsty chuckle. “Do you know who has the keys?”

“Elizabeth will have a copy stashed somewhere of course and the captain will have the other set. The crew all stay in one of the larger houses in the village.”

“Where would Elizabeth keep stuff like that?” Hayley asked. “Her study?” Kirsty shook her head.

“There is a safe in her bedroom, that would be my guess.” Kirsty said. “That would seem to rule that option out.”

“Great. That means all we have to do is get the shift pattern from Constance, work out who was on duty in the CCTV room, wait until they are back on shift, work out how to get us both out of the secure wing without anybody noticing, get out of the house without anybody noticing, make our way along to the village, get the key for the boat, make our way to the boat and then sail away into the sunset. I love it when a plan comes together!” Hayley was almost bouncing on the spot with excitement and Kirsty had to admire her enthusiasm but doubted whether any escape was possible.
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Very interesting update [mention]mrjones2009[/mention]:

First Hayley confiding in Kirsty what she learned from Crawford - that Kirsty was not surprised was news to Hayley and Kirsty obviously does not share in Hayley´s enthusiasm. Riding it out as Kirsty put it might not the worst thing to do on the other hand Hayley as a point, when she considers it highly unlikely that Crawford will just let them go.

Obviously Ceawfords talks with the Authorities in the States have come to a positiv conclusion, as Crawford sends her American Guests home. And another piece falls into place: Crawford is framing Jaclyn Smith and lets Sonam Khan and her daughter go, also the truth drug has arrived. I suspect, it will be Natalies turn soon.

Pretyy intersting Kirstys assessment of Kendall and Constance. It speaks for Hayley that she feels bad about using Constance. If you ask me Hayley is a bit overenthusiastic. Let us hope, she gets not careless ...

When Sonam Khan, her Daughter and the Americans will have left, who of Crawfords Guests is still on the Island in confinement, besides Hayley and Kirsty: There is Fallon Bennett, Penelope, the Russian Agent, Natalie ... did I forget anybody [mention]mrjones2009[/mention] ?
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Chapter 76

An island in the Mediterranean

It was another couple of days of alternating at staring at the ceiling, watching whatever was played on the television screen and being rendered unconscious with chloroform whilst lying in a down cocoon until Penelope was informed that she would be having a second audience with Elizabeth Crawford. Once released from the bags Penelope was once again given her lovely dress to wear before her arms were restrained and the heavily layered gag was re-applied. Penelope was worried how little this was starting to bother her. It was as if she was being conditioned into not bothered about being restrained. Her escort this time was once again Kendall and a tall, intimidating looking woman with a thick Russian accent called Yelena. As they made their way across the main entrance Penelope scanned the area and they stopped when she saw two women coming toward them in the other direction. Both were attractive and one had black hair and the other blond. The blond woman was familiar from a photograph that Jaclyn Sanders had shown her a couple of weeks ago now. “mmmppphhh!” Penelope exclaimed on seeing the blond-haired woman.

“Quiet,” Kendall admonished, giving Penelope a nudge. “Let’s keep in moving.”

“uummpphh,” Penelope moaned again. Trying to delay any progress and hoping to create enough interest in what was going on that the two women coming the other way would take an interest and hopefully stop.

“What is wrong?” Kendall asked Penelope as the two women got level.

“Having a problem, Kendall?” the black-haired woman asked.

“Why don’t you just keep moving Kirsty?” Kendall replied. “Take Haley with you before I have you both put in full restraints.” That removed any doubts for Penelope. This was the woman that she was looking for.

“mmppphh, uummpphh,” Penelope mumbled whilst looking at Hayley with wide opened eyes.

“Somebody thinks a lot of themselves,” Hayley commented. Kendall blushed a little and stared at Hayley. Ignoring Kendall Hayley turned her attention to Penelope. “Who is that?” Hayley asked noting that the bound and gagged woman seemed to be taking a special interest in her.
“None of your business,” Kendall replied. Their eyes met, Hayley looking over Kendall’s shoulder. Penelope started to blink and Hayley thought that the woman had some kind of problem with her vision and was about to make a quip about getting that looked at when something clicked, it was as if a lightbulb had come on for Hayley. “Let’s get a move on.” Yelena took a firm grip of Penelope’s upper arm and started to move her along. As Penelope was dragged away Hayley tried to signal back but it was too late at that point. Kirsty took a couple of steps before stopping when she realised that Hayley wasn’t bedside her and stopped.

“Something up?” Kirsty asked.

“Give me a second,” Hayley held up a hand and concentrated. It had been years since she had used morse code. Her dad had taught her when she was a kid and they went sailing. It took her a while to run through the various digits in her head. S.O.S. Jaclyn. “Shit.”
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The study hadn’t got any less impressive since her last visit and as all of her bindings and gag were removed Penelope took the chance to have another look around. “Take a seat,” Kendall said once the bindings had been removed. There were two maroon leather couches sitting in the centre of the room and Penelope took a seat and then heard the door open and close. Turning around she discovered that she was alone in the room. This may be some kind of test so Penelope just put her hands in her lap and waited. Ten minutes later the door opened and Penelope turned to see Elizabeth Crawford enter the room followed by a woman wearing a grey business suit and another woman wearing a large blue dress, similar to the one that Penelope was wearing. Penelope started to get up. “No need for that Penelope,” Elizabeth said as she walked across to her desk. “Can I get you a drink? Something fizzy?”

“That would be great,” Penelope replied sitting back down. “Thanks.” As Elizabeth prepared the drinks the other two women took seats on the couch directly opposite Penelope.

“This is Harper,” the woman in the grey suit nodded, “and Louise.”

“Hello,” the woman in the dress said with a nod. There was silence until Elizabeth came across with a tray containing four glasses and put it down on the table between the two couches. After the four of them had taken a glass Elizabeth started to talk.

“Penelope, I have received good reports about how you have handled yourself for the duration of your stay and I don’t treat these things lightly.” Penelope nodded. “It shows that you are a team player and prepared to sacrifice to get to where you want to be.” Penelope just took a sip of her drink. “So, we have decided to put you on the track to join us.”

“Thanks Miss Crawford,” Penelope responded. “All that I was after was a chance.”

“Well, it won’t exactly be the fast track.” Louise cut in.

“What Louise means is that we normally approach woman to join and the beginning of the recruitment process can take place off the island. The checks that we made on your background didn’t send up any red flags but we still have to go through a process. That will begin with relation of restrictions, getting a tour around the island and the facilities that we have and then move onto our training program.”

“Training program?” Penelope asked.

“Yes,” Elizabeth replied. “It has been refined over the years but includes physical fitness, mental exercises and correct techniques for binding and other aspects of what we do here.” Penelope looked around the three women and swallowed. They were all looking at her and smiling. That made her a little uncomfortable. From then the conversation fell into a more relaxed routine with the other three doing most of the talking and Penelope answering the occasional question. An hour or so later Elizabeth Crawford called for the guards and had Penelope escorted back to her room. Elizabeth returned to the drinks cabinet and this time made some cocktails before handing them out to her associates. “What do you think?”
“I still think that there is something not quite right about her?” Harper said.

“Not sure,” Louise chimed in.

“Nothing that we found suggests anything but my sixth sense is tingling ladies,” Elizabeth said as she sat down, “and it isn’t just because of her magnificent breasts.” Louise and Harper both smiles before taking a mouthful of their drinks. “I tell you what. Let’s have some fun and incorporate some training for the girls,” Elizabeth said. “See what Penelope is made of.”

“What do you have in mind?” Harper asked.

“Escape and evasion,” Elizabeth said with a smile.

“Like the good old days?” Lousie asked raising an eyebrow. Elizabeth nodded.

“What does that mean?” Harper asked, looking between the two women.

“A couple of the girls, or guests for that matter, are given a head start and then a group of us have to track them down within a certain amount of time. Losers have to perform a forfeit.” Louise looked at Elizabeth. “That was the rule, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, they were,” Elizabeth replied. “Kept everyone sharp.”

“Why do I have a feeling you have something planned?” Harper asked Elizabeth.

“Inform Penelope that she will be one of the runners. Then ask for another volunteer.” Elizabeth ignored the question and got lost in thought. “Get Kendall to make the arrangements.”

An island in the Mediterranean

The dinghy hit the beach and Callie and Scarlett looked at each other. “At least we have hit dry land,” Callie said. They had been drifting throughout the night and into the early morning, fortunately the weather had been calm. The dinghy that they were in didn’t have an outboard motor and the speed of the incident meant that they didn’t have time to grab the oars so they had been at the mercy of the currents which had finally deposited them on this strip on land.

“True, but all of the islands in this area are unoccupied,” Scarlett replies as she stepped barefoot onto the soft sand and surveyed the island on which they were standing. There were some small dunes with sparse foliage in front on them so after dragging the dinghy up onto the beach the two young woman climbed the bank and shielding their eyes from the rising sun with their hangs surveyed the small, picturesque natural bay that was set out in front of them.

“If this island is supposed to be uninhabited then who built that jetty?” Callie asked as she raised her other hand and pointed to the structure that was about two hundred yards away.

“You don’t know how long that has been there. It could have been built years ago,” Scarlett commented.

“Alright, I will give you that but what about those two small launches tied to the jetty and that cruiser moored deeper in the bay,” Callie said. Scarlett followed Callie’s gaze out into the bay where indeed a large cruiser was moored. It was far enough out to not be affected by tides but still sheltered by the bay. “Plus, those beach huts look well maintained.” Scarlett had to concede both those points to her friend. Even if the island was uninhabited then it looked like someone, tourist or locals, used it on a regular basis. By the looks of the cruiser sitting on the bay it looked like there were somebody around, either on the cruiser or on the island somewhere.

“Our first slice of luck for a while,” Scarlett commented as she scanned the view in front of them. “Looks like a way off the beach next to those huts,” Scarlett noted and set off down the other side of the dune and along the beach with her feet leaving indentations in the soft, deep sand.

“What are you doing?” Callie asked hustling to join her friend.

“Seeing if there is someone on this island and if they have a phone that we can use to get help,” Scarlett responded. “Why? What were you going to do? Steal the cruiser?”

“The thought had crossed my mind,” Callie said with a smile that was a half humour, half relief spreading across her face. Scarlett took a second to look at her friend. They had met three years earlier at college when they had been assigned as each other roommate at the dorm. They had hit it off instantly despite, similar opinions on most topics and a shares sense of humour. Physically they were almost identical, same height and build, so much so that their wardrobes were basically interchangeable, well expect for what Callie called Scarlett’s big clown feet. They only real difference was that Callie was blond, had blue eyes and had a thick Southern accent, being from Georgia and Scarlet had shoulder length black hair and green eyes. Her accent wasn’t really that pronounced having moved around a lot as a teenager. As they reached the exit from the beach Scarlett and Callie noticed two figures walking toward them. “Now, that is a nice house.” Callie commented looking beyond the figures coming toward them, the single-track road and well-manicured lawns and shrub beds at a large traditional two-level house that was painted brilliant white.

“Definitely not uninhabited then,” Scarlett commented. The two figures paused before resuming walking toward Scarlett and Callie who both waved a hand in greeting. The figure on their right waved back.

“We don’t get many visitors,” the woman on their left said as they got within five yards of each other.

“Sorry to intrude,” Callie said. “We just drifted onto the beach., on the other side of the dunes on the far side.” Callie illustrated by pointing in the direction where they had left the dinghy. “Our dinghy is just on the other side.”

“Well, a pleasure to meet you. My name is Louise and this Nicole,” Louise indicated to the voluptuous, flame haired woman on her left. “Apologies if we seem a bit shocked but we weren’t expecting to bump into anybody on our way for an early morning swim.”

“That would explain the outfits and towels,” Scarlett commented.

“You don’t look your best. What happened that you find yourself washed up on the beach?” Nicole asked seemingly genuinely concerned.

“We were sailing around the islands and our boat burst into flames,” Callie replied

“Sounds terrible and frightening,” Louise commented.

“It was,” Scarlett replied. “I am an experienced sailor and I have never experienced anything like it. Thankfully we managed to get overboard in time and into the dinghy.”

“We didn’t have time to grab anything so everything went down with the ship so to speak, clothes, food, water and both of our phones.”

“So, no time to get off a call or help?” Louise asked.

“Unfortunately, not. That’s why we are so glad to see you,” Scarlett said.

“Is this like some sort of exclusive holiday resort?” Callie asked. Scarlett looked at her friend who had lost interest in their situation now that they were safe and had turned her attention to other things. “The house is beautiful.”

“Not exactly and thanks for the compliment. I will pass on to the boss. Why don’t you come up to the house and we can see if we can get you some nice, fresh clothes and a drink.” Louise said and exchanged a glance with Nicole. “Why don’t you run ahead and let some of the other girls know what about our visitors?” Nicole smiles and nodded before jogging ahead toward the house.

“Do you have a phone that we can use?” Scarlett asked.

“The mobile signal isn’t great on the island so we use radios to communicate with each other. However, there is a full communications suite in the house that you can use.” Louise replied. “The boss is usually stingy when it comes to letting people use it but I am sure in this instance it will be fine.”

“Thanks for your help,” Scarlett said. “We were worried that there wouldn’t be anyone on any of these islands. Assumed that they were all uninhabited.”

“They were for a long time, thirty or forty years I think but our boss purchased the island about ten years ago. It took some time to rebuild the main house before she moved us all in,” Louise replied, deliberately walking slowly in order to give Nicole more time to get prepared.

“It must have cost a fortune,” Scarlett commented looking around.

“Just glad that I wasn’t signing the cheques!” That got a giggle from the other women.

“Nice place to work,” Callie commented looking around.

“It has certain advantages,” Louise replied. If ever a phrase had hidden meaning, that was it.

“What do you guys do?”

“Import and export, logistics and a bit of financial management.” Louise said being as vague as possible. “So, what about you guys?” Louise asked.

“College students on European tour. Cliché alert, I know.” Scarlett said with a smile finally starting to relax a bit. As they walked with Louise across the road and then up the driveway toward the house both Callie and Scarlett took in the perfectly manicured lawns and gardens. As they reached the porch both Callie and Scarlett looked up and noted that Nicole was talking to four women that all wore old fashioned dresses with large skirts. They also wore a short down jacket, which was colour coordinated to match the dresses that they wore.

“How are you getting on?” Nicole asked.

“Fine,” Scarlett asked still slightly confused by what the women were wearing.

“Why don’t you come in and see the inside of the house?” Louise asked. “We have some very interesting art and furniture.”

“Why are they wearing those dresses and puffy coats?” Callie asked.

“It’s like a uniform,” Nicole answered. “The owner likes her employees to dress like that.” Scarlett glanced around and noticed that they were suddenly surrounded by these women, there were six of them and four had on those strange, old-fashioned dresses. There was something wrong with this whole situation and a glance as Callie told Scarlett that her friend was thinking the same thing. “Maybe, we will just……” Scarlett said taking a step back.

“There isn’t anywhere else to go,” Louise replied with a smile on her lips. Scarlett took another step back and bumped into something. As she did Scarlett felt the back of her legs crush the fabric of the large skirt on the dress worn by the woman behind her. Then the woman behind her grabbed Scarlett’s right wrist and wrenched her arm behind her back whilst in the same movement wrapping her arm around Scarlett’s waist and pulling her tight against the woman’s own body.

“What are you doing?” Scarlett asked.

“Let us go!” Callie shouted. Scarlett turned looked across and found her friend was in a similar situation to herself, grabbed from behind. Scarlett struggled and squirmed, trying to escape the woman’s grasp.

“Sorry, we can’t let you leave,” Louise said solemnly, “well, not yet anyway.”

“You ladies must be crazy,” Scarlett said momentarily halting her struggles to stare at Louise.

“Now, we can do this easy way or the hard way ladies,” Louise stated, crossing her arms across her chest. What came next was totally unexpected by Scarlett or Callie. The woman standing to the left of Louise produced a soft cotton cloth from the pocket of her down jacket, closed the gap between them and smothered the cloth over Scarlett's nose and mouth. Instantly, Scarlett knew she was in trouble as there was a strong smell and fumes coming from the cloth. Scarlett wasn’t sure what that smell was but had seen enough movies to know that it was probably something to put her to sleep, or worse. Scarlett resumed trying to squirm free and try to avoid the cloth, but the women easily held her in place, like they were well trained and practiced at this kind of thing.

“Don’t panic too much ladies,” at this comment Scarlett managed to glance at her friend and confirm that Callie was also in the same situation, a woman wearing a large skirted dress and down jacket held a thick, white cloth over the lower half of Callie’s face. “What you are smelling coming from the cloth is chloroform. It is something to help you relax, just put you right to sleep for about an hour or so.”

“MMHHOO,” Scarlett screamed into the cloth, her eyes went wide in fear.

“Being chloroformed was not something that happens quickly, it’s not like in the movies. It requires the person being sedated to inhale deeply from a cloth or handkerchief laced with the drug. Now, my colleagues have used a large dose of chloroform and a nice large, soft, thick cloth for your comfort. Don’t worry about there being any adverse effects, no burning of the skin. You may have a slight sore head once you come round again,” Louise calmly explained what was happening to Scarlett and Callie. During that monologue Scarlett continued to fight against her attackers but to no avail, they had her locked in. It wasn’t long before Scarlett noted that her arms and legs started to feel heavy and uncoordinated. Like they weren’t really part of her own body. “The application of the drug, which was usually done from behind, requires that the cloth be kept over the mouth and nose for at least a minute. That is no small task when the person is fighting for their very survival. The cloth and a hand holding it also serves as a gag to stifle persons cries for help. Being at a disadvantage with someone holding you from behind, often times the only hope the person has is to attract attention, which is difficult when your mouth is effectively gagged. The attempts to cry out actually benefit the attacker because to yell requires an intake of air, but with the chloroforming cloth over the mouth and nose any attempt to scream results in the person inhaling the chloroform. A mistake that you have already made.”

“MMHHOO,” Scarlett moaned again. This time with less vigour. There had been an initial wave of euphoria after the first three of four breathes but that had been followed with increasing drowsiness and loss of sensation. They Scarlett noticed that her eyelids were starting to get heavy and her field of vision seemed to be narrowing by the second.

“That’s right, just let the chloroform do its work.” Louise prodded. As Scarlett fought in vain to fight the effects of the chloroform, her eyes darted and searched frantically for any sign of help but there wasn’t anybody that could or indeed would help them. But it was all growing hazy and her urge to fight stilled with every breath, her body growing heavy. Scarlett stopped struggling, not because she gave up, but because the chloroform had sucked away her ability to fight, As the darkness closed in, a strange feeling overtook Scarlett. She was quite calm now. Partly, it was the manner of these women, which was ruthless and efficient but cool and considered, not aroused or passionate. Whoever they were, these women were clearly professional in their own particular strange field. There, had to be a good reason why these women weren’t letting them leave, and she hoped the answers would be forthcoming when she woke up. Louise watched on as both Scarlett and Callie slipped into unconsciousness. “Take them up to one of the spare suites. Full restraints for a week as normal.”

“Who is going to inform the boss?” Nicole asked.

“I will speak to Elizabeth,” Louise volunteered.

“Good luck with that,” Nicole replied as she went off to get a couple of wheelchairs for their new guests. Louise turned and headed for Elizabeth’s study knowing that although her boss wouldn’t appreciate the news, she had made the right decision.
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The encounter of Halely and Kirsty and Penelope and Kendall was nicely done: Hayley putting that loose cannon in her place and the last piece with the morse code. Nice Idea! It will be interesting what conclusions Hayley and Kirsty will draw from the message they got.

As for Penelope: It is obvious that neither Crawford nor Harper trust her. I think that Training is designed to expose Penelope. It will be interesting to see, if Penelope is clever enough to pass that test as well.

My personal highlight though: Scarlett and Callie stranding by accident on Mystery Island. Seems like they will be involuntary guests for while.

I wonder what is happening in the States or elsewhere [mention]mrjones2009[/mention] :)
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Chapter 77

Prague, Czech Republic

It had been a strange and hectic week in the life of Erin Michut. After leaving the States she had spent that time using her false papers to travel around Europe whilst trying to avoid leaving a trail that could be easily followed by anybody trying to track her. Now, who that might be was still a mystery to her. Something had seriously gone wrong as she had just run the minute her gut told her that something wasn’t right. Erin had landed in London and then spent six hours just traveling around on trains, buses and the tube before arriving at Euston Station to get the overnight sleeper to Glasgow. Sleeping whilst travelling was killing two birds with one stone and after a surprisingly good night’s sleep arrived in Glasgow feeling refreshed. Once Erin had grabbed some breakfast it was another bus journey to the airport where just to be safe, she purchased tickets for two destinations whose flights left just after at each. At the last second Erin ran to the gate and boarded the flight to Lisbon. The flight was uneventful and Erin spent it reading a book that she had bought at the airport. She decided to stay overnight in Lisbon and the next day she flew to Amsterdam where she stayed for two nights before using trains to get to Berlin. During her first day in Amsterdam Erin had paid cash to use a terminal at an internet café and accessed a chat room where she left a message on a board that only Section operatives would interpret properly. On arriving in Berlin her first port of call was an internet café where she accessed the same chat room and smiled when she found a response to her message. It was confirmation of a meeting location, date and time. To your average person it wouldn’t mean anything but to a Section operative it made sense. So, from Berlin she had made arrangements to travel Prague and found a cheap hotel where she could pay cash and they didn’t ask for formal identification. The time up to the meeting had been spent walking the area, familiarising herself with the streets and all potential escape routes.

Since her lucky escape in Rabat, Christina had taken the offer of Victoria’s safehouse and headed there, keeping her head down and trying to work out her next move. If she was being honest Christina was leaning toward cutting her loses and heading for a remote part of the world and living under an assumed name for a while before she decided to check the internet chat room and found the message from a Section operative. That proved just the bit of positive news that she needed to push her back into action. Then another thought hit her, there was someone else that she could reach out to for help.
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Frankfurt, Germany

Raquel set the phone on the bedside cabinet and used the speaker function before lying down on the bed. It had been two days since she had arrived in the city and Raquel had used the time to enjoy herself, eating out and frequenting local bars. If Elizabeth asked any questions’ she would say that she was getting the lay of the land, but she was really just enjoying her freedom. “That emergency contact facility that Kristin Chandler told us about,” Harper said from the other end of the line.

“The one on the internet chat room?” All of this information had been on the file that Raquel had read on the flight. It hadn’t been the most entertaining read but she felt that she had to go through it and create a good impression, let Elizabeth know that she was taking this assignment seriously.

“Yes,” Harper replied. “Well, we have just had some activity suggesting that your target has arranged to meet someone in Prague.” Raquel raised her head slightly at that news.

“Are we sure that this information is reliable?” Raquel asked. She was enjoying Frankfurt and didn’t want to leave for no real reason.

“Yes, we have a second source that confirms the information.”

“What is this second source?”

“That would be above your pay grade,” Harper replied. Nice, Raquel thought.

“Will you be sending the plane?”

“You have enough time to get the train. I will have the details sent through.” The line went dead.

“Goodbye,” Raquel to nobody. It looked like her time in Frankfurt was coming to an end. But there was still tonight and the night was young. Grabbing her coat and slipping on her shoes Raquel exited the room to head toward the same bar that she frequented last night.
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Vienna, Austria

“We have received further instructions from Director Kennedy,” Frankie called out to Sheridan. Her daughter finished drying her hands on a towel and wandered over to the table where Frankie sat reading the e-mail that had just arrived. “I will read this out to you.”

“Please be advised that another Section operative, Erin Michut, is currently AWOL and should be treated as a threat and captured if seen. This coincides with Jaclyn Sanders going missing and my appointment to undertake a full investigation into the agency. I suspect that the two are connected. We have corroborated intelligence that the fugitive Christina Howard is currently in Prague. Instructions are to proceed to Prague and await further instructions so that you are in position to strike if further intelligence is received. You are advised that both targets are to be treated as highly dangerous. Full restraints to be used on targets at all times, no exceptions, with constant sedation advised. Gags must remain in place at all times. If / when targets secured advised me immediately and transport to headquarters will be arranged.”

That was the third time that Frankie had read the e-mail and there was a warning at the back of her head that told her that there was something not quite right. But everything seemed to be above board. “Does all this not seem a little strange to you?” Sheridan asked Frankie. The older woman closed the laptop and got up from the chair that she was sitting in and walked over to the window.

“Our job is just to follow orders Sheridan,” Frankie said. They only thing that bothered her was the disappearance of Jaclyn Sanders. Having known the woman for a long time it was totally out of character. “Everything has been done as per procedure and there is no reason to suspect that anything untoward is going on.”

“We haven’t had any contact from anybody within the organisation,” Sheridan. Frankie had to admit that was indeed true, but at the start of their mission even Jaclyn Sanders had wanted to keep it compartmentalised. “Not even a text from any of the other girls.” That did perturb Frankie a bit, however at the end of the day they were professionals and has a job to do. At the present that meant heading to Prague to track down Christian Howard and keep and keep an eye out for Erin Michut.
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Prague, Czech Republic

The information that had led Raquel English to the Prague had proved to be accurate. Harper had sent the information by e-mail early the next morning and Raquel had read it on the train. At first Raquel had been sceptical at exactly how detailed the information had been, it contained an exact date, time and location for a proposed meeting between Christian Howard and Erin Michut but it had proved to be accurate.

“I’ve found them,” Raquel said when the call was picked up. Raquel was currently positioned across the street from the café where the two Section operatives had arranged to meet. It had actually been relatively simple in the end. She had arrived late the previous evening and decided to head straight to the location she had been given and get the look around. When walking around the area Raquel had noticed the hotel entrance on the corner of the block and entered. From the outside it didn’t look like much but inside it was very well maintained with high ceilings and traditional furniture. Approaching the reception desk Raquel put on her best smile and engaged the man behind sitting in conversation once she had established that the man spoke English, turned out he was Canadian and had moved over to be with his wife. Anyway, with a bit of persuasion and a nice tip Raquel managed to get booked into a room on the second floor of the hotel that overlooked the café.

“Good work,” Elizabeth Crawford replied. “Both of them?”

“Yes,” Raquel replied. That morning Raquel had requested an early wake up call and then ordered breakfast via room service. Whilst waiting for her breakfast to be brought to the room Raquel grabbed a quick shower and got dressed. Once the food arrived, she moved a chair over to the window and took up position watching the café whilst enjoying her breakfast. An hour before the agreed met time Raquel interest was piqued by a female figure wearing a hoody that walked past the café, ten minutes later the same figure returned and entered the café. Raquel sipped at a cup of coffee and waited for the figure to come back out, which she did carrying a cup of coffee. The figure took a seat and flicked off the hood to reveal Erin Michut. Bingo! Raquel thought and settled in. Then five minutes before the agrees meeting time Christina Howard turned the corner at the end of the street and walked the entire length, as Christina passed the café neither Christina or Erin acknowledged each other. Raquel reckoned Christina walked around the block and then returned at the far end of the street, walked back down, entered the café and went inside. When Christian came back into view, she carried a cup and without speaking took a seat at the table closest to Erin. They started the conversation by Christina asking for sugar and two minutes later they were huddled in conversation at the same table. “Will you be arranging transport back to the island?”

“No, we won’t bring them back here,” Elizabeth said. “I have a better suggestion.” Raquel thought the woman was practically purring as she said that.

“What would that be?”

“I think that you follow them for a couple of days and work out the best way to grab them. Then just as you do, we arrange for the Section team tracking them down to stumble across you and pick them up. When they take them back to Section Headquarters, we can grab them all sat down and up without creating an incident.” That seemed like a sensible suggestion. “Track them and report back in.”

“Understood,” Raquel confirmed and then terminated the call. Looking around the room Raquel located her coat, hat, silk scarf and bag and collected them all on the bed. Returning to the chair Raquel sat down and put on her leather boots. When it looked like Christian and Erin were ready to make a move Raquel got ready and left the room to take up a position where she could follow the two women.
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An island in the Mediterranean

That conversation with Raquel English buoyed Elizabeth Crawford, it seemed that things were falling into place again. “Harper, can you ask for a couple of volunteers to head to Section Headquarters and help out Wallis and Vernie?” Harper nodded. “They are going to be getting busier there and we can’t afford any issues or mistakes.”
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Prague, Czech Republic

Having spent the past two days tracking her tracking her targets a clear plan of action had formed in Raquel’s head and once again it was relatively simple. The two targets had taken a suite in one of Prague’s better hotels and Raquel and sat in the lobby and watched them come and go on a couple of occasion. After dropping in her report to Elizabeth Crawford the response had come back with firm instructions about how and when to proceed. So, after booking a room in the same hotel as her targets Raquel had set about putting her plan into action. Just as she entered the bar the man that she had paid to chat to Christina Howard was currently in full flow. The bar had moody lighting and a lot of glass and reflective surfaces dotted around, all very modern. Although Christina was clearly not interested in what the man had to say it distracted her just enough so that when Raquel got to the bar just a couple of feet away from Christina and order her drink from the barman Raquel was able to drop the small pill into Christian’s drink and slip off clutching her own drink. Vodka and cola if you were interested. As she walked away form the bar toward a corner table Raquel looked over her shoulder an signalled the man that was chatting away to Christina. After two further minutes of chat and getting nowhere he said his goodbyes and retired to a dark corner of the bar. Raquel had given him strict instructions that he was to leave within fifteen minutes of Raquel appearing in the bar. Raquel smiled as she observed Christina finish ger drink and order another. The drug started to have an affect about halfway through that drink, Raquel could see it, even from her position almost the length of the bar away. Christina’s movements started to get a bit sluggish and uncoordinated and as she went to get up from the barstool there was a stumble before Christina reached out a hand to steady herself. It was time to get involved. Raquel picked up her empty glass and headed for the bar just as Christina tied to take a step, stopped after failing miserably and shook her head. “Are you alright?” Raquel heard the barman asked.

“I…I…don’t…feel a bit……” Christina stumbled.

“Let me give you a hand,” Raquel said all smiles. “I can take it form here.” Nodding at the barman he took the hint and left. A look of confusion crossed Christina’s face as Raquel slipped one of Christina’s arms over her shoulder and taking some of her weight started to move Christina toward the door.

“You, you….” Christina said. “Not...Erin.”

“Let’s just get you to bed,” Raquel said trying to keep up the pretence that they knew each other. “Keep moving.” They were getting the occasional look as they headed toward the door to the bar but nothing serious. Everyone had overindulged in the past so nobody liked to intrude on someone having a too much to drink moment. Once Raquel had steered Christina out of the bar, they took a sharp left and headed toward the bank of lifts at the back of the ground floor of the hotel. Christina’s head was now lolling all over the place as the drug that had been slipped into her drink took full effect.

“Wait…I…I recognise you,” Christina suddenly stated as they walked toward the lifts. An elderly couple were coming the other way. The man wearing a dark blue suit, white shirt and red tie.

“Can I be of some assistance?” the man asked as he stopped. Raquel hoped that Christina wouldn’t say something that would give her way at this point.

“He...help…,” Christina mumbled.

“Don’t annoy the nice people,” Raquel scolded Christina before turning her attention to the elderly couple. “Sorry, my sister has just had too much to drink this evening.” Raquel shook her head as if this was a regular occurrence. Raquel and Christina looked similar enough that they could easily pass for sisters. The elderly couple both gave a sympathetic nod before heading off toward the other bar in the ground floor of the hotel. “That wasn’t very nice,” Raquel said as she slipped her hand into her bag and found what she was looking for, a Ziploc bag. As she assisted Christina in stumbling to the lifts Raquel opened the clear plastic bag and removed the folded handkerchief contained within it.

“Who…are…you…” Christina was struggling to concentrate as Raquel called the lift but it was clear to Raquel that Christina had recognised her. As they waited for the lift to return to the ground floor Raquel glanced around before quickly pressing the folded handkerchief over Christina’s nose and mouth.

“mmuuhh,” Christina moaned instantly recognising the sweet-smelling vapours coming from the folded cotton that had just been eased over her nose and mouth. Christina tried to move her head and avoid inhaling chloroform’s fumes but she had little control of her muscles and her head just lolled around, making it easy for Raquel to hold the handkerchief in place and force Christina to inhale the fumes.

“I didn’t want to use this at the moment but you have forced my hand.” Raquel whispered into Christina’s ear. Her attention was then brought to the lift when the ding sounded to herald its arrival. Raquel quickly removed the handkerchief from over Christina’s mouth just as the doors opened and a group of tourists piled out, none of whom gave either woman a second glance. After helping her drugged target into the lift Raquel gave Christina another couple of whiffs of the chloroform laced handkerchief, enough to make her drowsy but not enough to send her to dreamland. Yet. Just as the doors were about to close a hand appeared between them and pushed them open.

“Just in time.” The doors popped open and a young woman entered the lift. Raquel guessed that the woman was maybe eighteen or nineteen and was wearing jeans, a flower printed top and a smile of a happy person. Not even the sight of a semi-conscious Christina could wipe the smile from the young girl’s face. “Heavy night,” the girl commented nodding toward Christina.

“Celebrating,” Raquel responded.

“Help,” Christina mumbled. The young woman caught dipped her head as if trying to catch what Christina had said. “P...pease...”

“Are you alright?” the young woman was addressing Christina directly.

“She is fine. Aren’t you?” Raquel added. The young woman didn’t seem convinced but turned her attention back to the lift controls and pressed the button. As she held up Christina with one arm her other hand fiddled in her bag and came out with a balled-up lady’s handkerchief. “Open up,” Raquel whispered in Christina’s ear before forcing the handkerchief into the woman’s mouth.

“uuummmpphh,” Christina moaned and in response Raquel quickly clamped the chloroformed laced handkerchief over Christina’s mouth. The young woman turned round and stared.

“Don’t want her being sick all over the nice lift.” The young woman giggled. Just then the lift doors opened and the young woman exited with a wave of the hand over the shoulder. After removing the handkerchief from Christina’s nose and mouth, after all she didn’t want the woman unconscious yet, Raquel leaned in and pressed the button for the floor where Christina had her room. The drugs must have kicked in as Raquel could tell that she was having to take more of Christina’s weight. When the doors opened a second time Raquel cautiously stepped out into the corridor and took a look in both directions before carrying Christina to her room. A rummage in Christina’s bag produced a key card that opened the door. There was now no resistance from Christina as Raquel basically dragged her into the room and deposited her onto the bed. Raquel returned to the door and had another look in both directions before closing the door and returning to the bed. Using her long fingers Raquel removed the balled her handkerchief from Christina’s mouth before placing the chloroform dosed handkerchief over the prone woman’s nose and mouth. There was a slight shake of the head and some token wafting of arms but Christina was in no position to resist and quickly succumbed to the fumes. Rolling the unconscious Christina down onto her stomach Raquel shook the silk scarf from around her neck before folding it into a band. Placing the chloroform laced cloth over Christina’s nose and mouth Raquel used the folded scarf to secure it in place. Raquel only tied it loosely to make sure that Christian continued to inhale the chloroform’s fumes. It was belt and braces as Raquel would only be away for fifteen minutes and between the drug in her drink and the chloroform Christina would be out for at least an hour, probably longer but it didn’t pay to take chances. Especially not on this job. Satisfied that Christina would snooze until she returned Raquel picked up her bag, the electronic room car and exited the room to collect the equipment that she would use to bind Christina and later on Erin Michut.
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Prague, Czech Republic

Although her thighs ached as she finished the climb up the stairs Erin Michut did not regret skipping the lift. She didn’t like them at the best of times but when being hunted it didn’t pay to be trapped inside a box, especially one where when the doors opened you didn’t know who would be standing on the other side. After dinner Erin had wanted to get some fresh air whilst Christina had headed for one of the hotel’s bars. When Erin returned from the she had checked the bars but found no sign of Christina so assumed she had returned to the room. Walking along the corridor to the room that she was sharing with Christina she certainly felt a bit more positive than she had a couple of days ago. Unbuttoning the leather jacket that she was wearing Erin slipped her hand into the inside pocket and removed the electronic key card. A quick glance in all directions and Erin used the card to open the door and slip inside. Strangely the room was in darkness, she had expected to find Christina. “Hello,” Erin called as she reached for the switch and turned on the lights. Erin stopped dead as she noticed Christina lying face down on the bed, wrists bound behind her back and legs bound with rope in several occasions. Before Erin could react, she was grabbed from behind, a strong grip encircled her right wrist and wrenched it behind her back whilst simultaneously a hand was clamped firmly over her mouth. “UUMMHH.”

“Quiet,” a female voice hissed in her ear. “No struggling.” Erin stopped squirming. “That’s better. Now, I am going to remove my hand but you keep quiet.” Raquel waited a couple of seconds before removing her hand before quickly returning with a balled-up cloth. “Open wide.” Erin moaned but greater pressure on her trapped arm persuaded Erin to comply. Raquel forced the cloth between Erin’s lips and deep into her mouth until Erin almost gagged and until the cloth was fully into the woman’s mouth. “Stand still now.” Raquel frisked her captive and removed anything that on her person, key card, phone and change. “Now, go over and stand by the other bed.” Erin felt the grip loosen and exploded into action by throwing her elbow back at Raquel but the professional that she was Raquel had anticipated that and easily avoided the thrust and responded by dropping down and sweeping away Erin’s legs and collapsing her to the ground.

“OOFFTT,” Erin moaned through the cloth in her mouth as she landed heavily on her back. Then Raquel loomed over her.

“I am better than you. I am faster than you. I could hurt you. I could render you unconscious with a chloroform-soaked handkerchief,” Raquel said. “But I am trying to show you some respect here. Now, get up and go stand over at the other bed.” Thoroughly defeated and embarrassed Erin slowly got to her feet and walked across to the bed. “Take that nice jacket off.” Erin paused and stood looking at Raquel. “Wouldn’t want it to get crumpled.” Erin complied and flung her jacket to the foot of the bed. “Time to finish keeping you quiet,” Raquel said. “I will let you undertake that job yourself.” Erin looked at Raquel as if she was from another planet. “Come on, you are an agent, this must have happened to you before. Use the pillowcases. Silk, very nice and good gagging material.” Erin picked up the top pillow and stripped off the pillow case before tying a knot at the centre, putting that knot in her mouth and tying the two ends tightly together at the back of her head. “Now the other one,” Raquel said softly. Erin sighed and her shoulders slumped but she stripped the second pillow of its case and folded that into a band before tying that over her mouth so tightly that it compressed the material already in and around her mouth. Once that task had been completed Erin gave Raquel a look that asked if she was satisfied. Raquel nodded to confirm that she was. “Strip those other two pillows and use one as a blindfold then lie down on the bed with your hands behind your back.” Erin knew that this was it, she would either submit now and become this woman’s captive or resist. To her disappointment she blindfolded herself and lay down on the bed. “Wise choice.” Raquel picked up the remaining pillowcase and tore it in two, using the first to solidly bind Erin’s wrists together and the second she used to secure those bound wrists to the belt at the top of Erin’s jeans.

“MMPPHH,” Erin moaned as she felt the coils of rope being wrapped around her ankles and knotted tightly in place. That was followed by further coils of rope around her thighs and calves. Once these ropes were in place to Raquel’s satisfaction, she stepped away to undertake a couple of other jobs. Erin rubbed her face against the bare pillow but her layered gag remained firmly in place, almost as if it had been glued there. The layers of the gag seemed to meld together into a single stifling object bound in and over her mouth. Erin hated the gag, being unable to scream or even talk was terribly frustrating. Erin suspected that she could scream with her loudest voice for hours and no one would hear her. It was superbly effective. They suddenly without warning Erin caught a strong whiff of chloroform a split second before a damp piece of cotton, probably a handkerchief, was forced over her nose and mouth. Bound and gaged as Erin was resistance was futile and after a couple of minutes it was over and Erin’s eyes fluttered under the blindfold and she slipped into unconsciousness.
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Prague, Czech Republic

Frankie and Sheridan looked at each other as there was a knock on the door. Sheridan cautiously made her way over and looked through the peep hole and to her surprise found a porter standing respectfully at the door waiting for his knock to be answered, full uniform, cap, white gloves and seriously polished shoes. Sheridan opened the door and the young man smiled. “Good evening ma’am,” the young man said as he thrust out a gloved hand that contained an envelope. “This was left at the desk for you with a note to be delivered immediately.”

“Left by whom?” Sheridan asked as she took the envelope.

“Sorry, I wasn’t there when it was handed in.” Sheridan nodded and slipped the young man a note. Satisfied that his task was complete he turned and heard off down the corridor. Shutting the door after him Sheridan turned and held up the envelope to Frankie. “I wonder what this is.” Tearing the envelope open Sheridan deposited the contents onto the bed. They were a room card for the hotel and a single sheet of folded paper.

“What could this possibly be?” Frankie asked picking up the paper and unfolding it.

You will find two presents in Room 419. I have even gift wrapped then for you.

That was all the note said in neat handwriting. Frankie read it again before handing it Sheridan and picking up the card. “What do you think?” Sheridan asked. “Could it be a trap?” Frankie considered this for a moment.

“The way things are falling at the moment I don’t think so,” Frankie replied. “Let’s check it out and see what had been left for us.” Both women picked up their bags and exited their own room and walked along the corridor. “Stairs,” Frankie whispered as they walked past the elevators and pushed through the door and into the stairwell.

“Two floors up,” Sheridan said and took the lead. By design they made slow but steady progress up the stairs before Sheridan cracked open the door to the fourth floor and peering out into the lift lobby. There was nobody about so she stepped in and Frankie followed a couple of heartbeats later. The numbering of the rooms was the same of each level so it wasn’t hard to find 419. They stood either side of the door and Frankie wrapped her knuckles on the door a couple of times. As they listened intently there was no response from outside. Frankie nodded at Sheridan and swiped the card over the electronic lock. There was a buzz as the lock disengaged and Frankie nudged the door open. They stopped and listened again. Once again nothing. The room was in total darkness, no lights and the drapes must have been pulled closed. This time Frankie opened the door fully and stepped inside with Sheridan following close behind. As they both entered the room Sheridan hit the lights and the brightest revealed two bound and gagged women lying on separate twin beds. There were quiet moans coming from both that were the tell-tale giveaway of people coming round from forced slumber. Frankie nodded at Sheridan and her daughter set off to check the small bathroom. It didn’t take long and Sheridan indicated to Frankie from the door that the bathroom was clear. That gave the okay for Frankie to approach the beds and try and identify the two bound and gagged women. To her surprise Frankie recognised them both.

“Well, well, well,” Frankie said with a smile. “Christina Howard and Erin Michut.”

“MMUUPPHH HHUURRHH,” Erin moaned into her gag. Christina just turned and looked at Frankie who could tell from the look in her eyes that the woman was still feeling the effects of whatever had been used to drug her. “UURRMMHH.” Erin was getting more animated and starting to rock around on the bed.

“Sorry, our orders are not to ungag either of you under any circumstances,” Frankie stated. Erin rolled her eyes in frustration burying her head in a pillow. “It doesn’t get any better ladies. I am afraid that you will both have to be sedated for most of the journey back to headquarters but those as our orders.” There were more muffled moans and groans from both women. They were pleading with both their vocal protests and eyes but Frankie was going to follow orders. “Sheridan,” Frankie said catching her daughter’s attention. “Go back to our room and gather our equipment and bags.” They didn’t have much with them as they were traveling light but finger control mitts, diapers, lightweight restraining bags and of course a supply of chloroform would help to subdue their captives. “I will stay here and look after these two.” Sheridan nodded and almost sprinted off whilst Frankie pulled out her mobile and selected the number for Wallis Kennedy.

“UURRPPHH!!” Christina screamed into her gag knowing that the call would end any chance they had of trying to explain what was going on to Frankie. Having had the chance to speak with Erin over the past couple of days Christina knew that there was something wrong at Section Headquarters and her strong suspicion was that it had all been arranged by Elizabeth Crawford.

“Quiet,” Frankie hissed as she clamped a hand over Christina’s gagged mouth. “Sorry, to bother you so late Director but I have some news that I thought that you should know. We have the two fugitives Erin Michut and Christina Howard.”

“Congratulations,” Wallis Kennedy said. “Very good work.”

“Well, I wish we could take all of the credit but they sort of fell into our lap.”

“Doesn’t matter how it happened Francesca. The main thing is that you have them apprehended. I took the liberty of having the plane flown to Europe yesterday so I will have them fly to Prague and meet you at the hotel with full restraint systems for both prisoners. Just keep an eye on them and remember your instructions.”

“Yes, director,” Frankie replied. Wallis Kennedy ended the call just as slightly out of breath Sheridan entered the room with her arms full of bags. As they looked through the bags Frankie brought Sheridan up to date with what Wallis Kennedy had said. Christian and Erin seemed to have accepted their current situation and had quietened down.

“Here are finger control mitts,” Sheridan said as she handed a pair to Frankie. Sheridan walker over and slipped a pair on Erin and locked them in place, rendering Erin’s hands useless due to the thickly padded smooth gloves that severely restricted the movement of the fingers. Frankie undertook the same procedure on Christina.
“Prepare a couple of clothes,” Frankie said to Sheridan.

“MMOOHH,” Erin and Christina moaned in unison.

“Relax ladies. This is happening. We are putting diapers on you for everyone’s benefit and for safety reasons we will need to knock you out.” After a minute of preparing the cloths, Sheridan handed one of the freshly soaked knock out devices to Frankie and then they positioned themselves above each woman's head, with each woman now having turned so that they were lying on their back with their bound wrists trapped under then. Despite knowing what was about when both Erin and Christina suddenly felt a damp cloth pressed tight over their nose and gagged mouths and the scent of potent chemical filling their breaths seemed to startle them.
“MMMPPPFF!” they cried out in unison, suddenly more aware than they had been. They were probably also desperate as they knew that once sedated their chance of either talking this through with Frankie and Sheridan or escaping would be over. For their part Frankie and Sheridan said nothing, just used their free hand to push down lightly on their captive’s chests to hold them in place even though neither bound or gagged woman was in a position to put up any real fight.
“MMUURRPPHH,” Erin called out meekly, muffled by both her gag and the cloth currently being held over the lower half of her face. She turned her head slightly and the cloth stayed in place, continuing to administer the soporific, sweet-smelling vapour. Erin locked eyes with Christina who she saw staring at her, both their faces covered in cloths. Christina made her best grunt in response, but Frankie and Sheridan pressed the cloths harder in response, not letting up. At this point they both knew that they were finished and were resigned to their fate. Christina wondered where they would end up, Elizabeth Crawford’s island of restraints or somewhere else. If only Frankie had allowed them to talk then Christina could have explained that she was in no doubt that wherever she and Erin ended up bound and gagged that Frankie and Sheridan would be joining them. Christina having already been drugged twice earlier in the evening had little resistance to the chloroform’s fumes that were invading her nostrils and dulling her senses. She began to roll her eyes and close them slowly, making little muffled moans of protest. Erin watched Christina slip into unconsciousness, her body finally going limp as she gave into the inevitable. Erin had stopped resisting too, this was going to happen to her in a second, and soon enough everything went black.
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Well one could say this is another "Everything goes Crawfords way chapter" - it seems so, to be honest: Who should come to Christinas and Erins aid now? There is no one left, at least no one we know of. That' would be really a pity if this would be the end of Christinas way.

Just an entirely crazy speculation on my part: The only person who could aid Christina, as I see it, could be Gillian: If she realizes the truth, that she has been brainwashed.

On second thought there might be another chance: Victoria shows up a second time, but that seems unlikely.
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Christina has one point: Frankie and Sheridan might soon join them in captivity, probably as soon as they are on board - if not something unexpected happens beforehand. And there is a stark difference between mother and daughter: Sheridan at least is aware that something is wrong at home, while her mother resigns herself to just following orders. If Sheridan and Frankie get captured it will be on her mothers head.

Another point worth considering:

I am really looking forward to the training excercise Crawford announced - the last one in NF 4 when Hayley and Gabriella were the runners is one of my favourite parts of NF 4. And it it will be pretty interesting who Crawford will choose as runner besides Penelope. T

As we established: The following damsels are on the Island still: Hayley ,Kirsty, there is Alessandra aka Fallon Bennett, Penelope, the Russian Agent, Natalie, Jacylin Smith and Eloise. I think we can rule out Callie and Scarlett.

Crawford told Harper to ask for a volunteer

While it could be a clever move to let Jacyylin participate to test Penelope - that move would be a risky one, when we remember what happened between Crawford and Smith, when the latter was captured. Hayley or Kirsty already knew the drill, they would be a natural choice. Natalie I conisder unlikely too: Crawford surely wants Hayley and Natalie do anything but catching up.

So the there are two questions: Who will be asked by Harper? And who will volunteer. A clevery desgined trap. Does she speculate on Hayley to volunteer?

And there is something about the two last DID´s: Scarlett and Callie .... What if, what if they are not two young girls just stranded by accident ... just thinking .... with [mention]mrjones2009[/mention] anything is possible :)

Only one thing is certain: expect the unexpected :)
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Chapter 78

An island in the Mediterranean

Having come round about five minutes ago Scarlett had found that her situation was worse than she could have imagined. Not only had her boat capsized but now she was being held on a supposedly uninhabited island by a group of weird women. Oh, plus nobody knew where Callie and her were and they had no way of communicating to anybody in the outside world. They also had no way of communicating with each other. When she had come around Scarlett had noted a strange feeling in her mouth, after exploring with her tongue Scarlett guessed that a large cloth had been stuffed into her mouth. She would have expelled the cloth but there was something tied over her mouth, Scarlett guessed it was a folded silk scarf that felt like it was almost welded in place. Well, Scarlett say guessed but she was sure that it was a folded silk scarf as that is what was over her mouth as that was what was over Callie’s mouth. Her friend was still unconscious but starting to slowly come around. There were subtle movements coming from Callie that suggested she was starting to wake up. When she was fully conscious Callie would discover, like Scarlett, that she was strapped to a padded wheelchair by padded nylon straps. Scarlett had tried to get free but the straps around her wrists, upper arms, chest, thighs and ankles held her tightly in place. In fact during her struggles the wheelchair had moved further more than Scarlett had. Taking another look around the room Scarlett noted the two large double beds, each had what looked like two large sleeping bags resting open on them. In addition to the beds the room contained several nice pieces of furniture, a wardrobe, a couple of chairs, a table and bizarrely three televisions. Scarlett says bizarrely because two of the televisions were situated above the beds as if you would watch them whilst lying down. It also looked like there was a bathroom off the bedroom. In fact, the entire room had the look and feel of an upmarket hotel rather than a prison.

Before Callie had fully come around the door opened with the click of an electronic lock, Scarlett turned her head toward the door and watched as three women wearing large skirted dresses entered the room, Louise was in the lead and she was followed by the two women that had applied the chloroform-soaked cloths earlier. All three approached the two women strapped into the wheelchairs but stopped about two paces short. “HHUURRPPHH,” Scarlett screamed to no affect.

“Now, that was pointless. There is nobody to hear you,” Louise said with a hint of amusement in her voice. “Well, nobody that would help you anyway. I suppose the other guests might but they are not in a position to help you. You will find that out why for yourself soon enough. I will introduce my colleagues Antonija and Christine who will good care of you during the initial period of your induction. Please be assured that we have no intention of harming either of you. Although don’t mistake that for softness. There will be no dissent tolerated by my guards. Restraints, gags and chloroform can and will insure your cooperation ladies.”

“OOOHHH,” Callie moaned having now regained full consciousness.

“Let’s start with that one,” Antonija said to Christine pointing at Callie.

“Alright,” Christine agreed and turned to address Callie. “We are going to release you from the bindings on the wheelchair in order to get your properly secured. Just be sensible and do exactly as we tell you and everything will be fine.” Scarlett watched on as Christine undid all of the straps holding Callie in place one by one until her friend was free and stood up. Instantly with her arms now free Callie moved them toward the back of her head to remove the scarf over her mouth. “Don’t even think about it,” Christine said sternly. “You will remain gagged at all ties unless it is removed by a member of staff.” Antonija had taken up a position about five paces away with her hands hanging loosely but ready by her side.

“MMMMMM,” Callie mumbled as she looked from Christine to Scarlett and back again. Scarlett could see the panic and fear in Callie’s eyes. They suddenly Callie made a break for the door but it was a poor decision, Scarlett wanted to look away but was strangely had to watch. Antonija closed the gap to Callie on the angle and tackled Callie to the ground easily. There was a mass of body and fabric as they wrestled, a contest that Antonija won easily to subdue Callie before Christine was right on top of Callie and pressing a thick, white cloth over her nose and gagged mouth. Form where she was sitting strapped into the wheelchair Scarlett couldn’t but there were signs of a futile struggle from Callie as the two women rendered her unconscious using a chloroform-soaked cloth. As Callie slumped to the floor Antonija and Christine turned to Scarlett.

“This is what happens when you resist,” Christine said to Scarlett in German accented English. “The chloroform has to come out. Unless you wish to sleep again, do not say a word or try to escape and I promise you this will not be an unpleasant experience." Scarlett just nodded her understanding and compliance. Whoever these women were and whatever they were up to they were obviously, very well trained, professional and clearly in charge. Having no desire to be rendered unconscious again Scarlett was going to comply with whatever they wanted. The only noise in the room was the sound of the fabric of the large skirts that Christine and Antonija were wearing as they easily picked up Callie and deposited her on the bed next to the two large sleeping bags. “Take her gag off and we will get her stripped.”

“Easier when they are awake. They are aren’t dead weight,” Antonija commented.

“Agreed, but sometime they don’t give us any choice,” Christine commented with a pointed glance at Scarlett watched on, eyes widening with grim fascination at what Antonija and Christine did to Carrie. Those weren’t like any sleeping bags she had ever seen. There was no doubt that she would she would soon face the same fate and would do so without complaint as she did not want the cloth applied again.
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Elizabeth Crawford’s study

After leaving their latest visitors in the capable hands of Christine and the rest of the ladies Louise made her way along to Elizabeth’s study and knocked on the door. She counted to ten before opening the door slowly and entering the study where she found Elizabeth Crawford sitting behind her desk studying something on one of her computer monitors. Elizabeth acted like she hadn’t noticed Louise until the woman was standing right in front of her desk. “Good morning Louise. I thought that you were going for an early swim with Nicole.” Louise had to marvel at how well-informed Elizabeth Crawford was about even the smallest things that happened on the island.

“Well, something caused a slight change of plan,” Louise replied.

“What was that? Shark in the water,” Elizabeth said with a slight chuckle.

“No,” Louise was just going to get straight to the point. “Two castaways washed up on the beach just as Nicole and I arrived.” Elizabeth stopped what she was doing and looked at Louise. “If you believe what they are saying it was a total fluke that they arrived on the island. It seems that they were out sailing and there was a fire and their boat capsized. They managed to get into a small dinghy and they drifted here.”

“How many?” Elizabeth asked.

“Two young women, college age I would say. Both American, tourists on holiday.”

“Did they get a mayday call out?”

“No, the boat capsized too quickly. They had to jump overboard before they could do that or grab anything else. No clothes, no shoes, no phones.” Elizabeth Crawford leaned back in her chair and considered this for a moment.

“Well, that is good news. Nobody will know where they are. Where are our visitors now?”

“I had the ladies introduce them to the benefits of chloroform and they are going to restrain them fully. Appreciate that this is not ideal.”

“Just a freak occurrence, can’t be helped but you did the right thing. With a little luck everyone will assume they went done with the boat. We can send them home with maybe some compensation when the agreement is sorted.” Louise relax a while after that statement from Elizabeth, she seemed to be taking this quite well.

“And how is that going?” Louise asked as casually as she could.

“Progressing,” Elizabeth replied, “progressing.” Louise knew that she had now lost her boss as she had moved on to thinking about what she considered more important matters.

“I will leave you to it,” Louise said and spun to leave.

“Thanks again. When induction week is complete, we can have a chat with the two women and confirm they are who they say they are,” Elizabeth said to Louise’s back. It was nice when your boss backed your decisions. Louise excited the study with a smile on her face and went to find Nicole and have that morning swim.
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An island in the Mediterranean

“Get a cloth prepped Antonija whilst I hold her,” Christine said.

“MMMUUUOOOHHH,” Scarlett moaned.

“Only joking,” Christine said. She was now standing in front of Scarlett with her hands in the pockets of her down jacket. “I know that you will behave having learned the lesson from your friend.” Scarlett nodded. “Now, when I let you out of the restraints on the wheelchair, I expect you to get up and strip.” Scarlett nodded to confirm that she would comply. It was amazing what the threat of being forcibly put to sleep could achieve on a woman’s behaviour. Scarlett knew that accepting defeat was difficult but the in this situation there was no other option but to comply. Christine kneeled over and starting from the ankles loosened all of the straps that held Scarlett securely in the wheelchair. As soon as the last straps was removed Scarlett stood up as if at attention. “Right strip, everything has to come off except the bra, including panties. As you saw from the procedure with your friend, we have to put you into a diaper. It is just for everyone’s benefit to keep it nice and clean as you will be restrained for long periods of time.”

“Don’t worry you will get used wearing a diaper.” Antonija commented as Scarlett was taking off her clothes. Once that task had been completed, leaving a neat bundle of clothing on the floor, Scarlett moved her hands toward the knots that were holding the scarf over her mouth.

“No,” Christine said firmly. “The gag stays in place until otherwise instructed.” Scarlett gave Christine a look that was half apology, half questioning. As she stood their Scarlett took a glance across as if noticing the large sleeping bag like contraption for the first time. Scarlett took in the sight and inhaled deeply. It was a massive down cocoon unlike anything she had seen before. ‘Callie is in the middle of that.’ Then That is what is going to me’ was the next thing that crossed her mind. “Let’s get started shall we. No need to be nervous. The result of the process is surprisingly comfortable. First things; hands out in front of you”. Scarlett complied and watched on nervously as Christine picked up what looked to her like a pair of large, heavily padded white gloves and proceeded to put one of each of Scarlett’s hands. “They are finger control mitts. Originally developed for the medical sector but adapted by us to stop captives picking at knots and buckles” Christine explained. Scarlett noted that Antonija had taken a place a couple of paces away, close enough to pounce if Scarlett misbehaved. The mitts had a small buckle at the wrist section which Christine tightened to lock the mitts in place. Scarlett winced slightly as the buckle was secured and tried wriggling her fingers but the thick padding severely restricted their movement. That combined with the silky smoothness of the fabric on both the inside and outside of the mitts meant that trying to pick something up almost impossible rendering her hands useless. Christine had a feeling that these women were going to be very thorough and although nervous the calm authority and professional manner of the women did relax Scarlett somewhat; she didn’t fear that these women were going to harm her in any way. With the restraining bags covering the bed there was no room so Scarlett watched as Christine put a changing mat on the floor. “Lie down on that and I can get a diaper on you.” Scarlett complied with the instruction and watch on as Christine unfolded the chunky white object out into the recognisable shape of a diaper. “It may look big but you have to take into account that you are an adult and you will be restrained for a long period of time so if you want to take the chance it is up to you but I certainly wouldn’t want to………well you know. Just lie still on the mat.” Scarlett could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. “No need to feel embarrassed about this.” Christine commented before getting down on both knees in a position to the side of Scarlett. “If you could raise you bottom off the matt that would be ideal,” Christine requested. Scarlett lifted her hips from the mat and after a couple of seconds she felt a cold rubbing sensation over her bottom and most private areas, once that had been completed she felt a substance being applied to the same areas and then a tap on her hip and took this as a sign to lower her bottom again. When she did Scarlett felt her bottom land on something soft and thick. Scarlett lay perfectly still as Christine proceeded to diaper her quickly and efficiently. “Lift your knees up toward your shoulders.” Scarlett did as instructed then Christine applied talcum powder and pulled the diaper between Scarlett’s legs, making sure it was nice and tight before she finished the process of putting on the diaper by securing the sticky tabs to keep it in place. “Not so bad that was it. Right get back up off the mat.” With her hands in the mitts and the diaper firmly in place this more difficult than normal it would have been normally and Elise needed the help of Antonija who had walked across to stand and observe more closely. Whilst Antonija was helping Scarlett to her feet Christine moved across to the wardrobe and removed a large, red garment that was hanging in the cupboard and held it up against. “Unfortunately, we haven’t had the chance to confirm your measurements but this should fit nicely.” To Scarlett it looked like a ski suit but far more voluminous and with built in feet.

“First this though,” Antonija said holding up what looked like a plastic bracelet.

“Quite right. Put your left foot on the bed Scarlett.” This allowed Antonija to fix the bracelet around Scarlett’s ankle. “It’s a tracker. Should you get lost.” Scarlett eyed the bracelet suspiciously. It seemed like they had thought of everything. “Now, back on track.” Christine unzipped the suit and held it open “Step into the legs if you please” Scarlett once again did as ordered, then with a little help from Antonija helping her balance and then also with the arms and getting them through with the mittens, Scarlett found that she was wearing a down filled suit. Once again, Scarlett noticed its thickness and smoothness of the fabric that it was made from, they hadn’t skimped on quality. Christine zipped up the front of the suit. “Hands out again,” Scarlett did and watched as Christine placed padded cuffs on her wrists, just above the end of the mitts, locking them together with not much of a gap. They were gaining pace now and Christine picked up two straps from the bed and used them to secure Scarlett’s arms of her body. Scarlett had never been tied up before, not even when playing as a kid and was stunned and shocked at the thoroughness and professionalism with which these two women had set about binding her. Scarlett was brought out of her reverie by the sound of the zip that Antonija had just pulled down in order to fully open up one of the sleeping bags that were lying on the bed. Christine grabbed Scarlett’s shoulders and pushed the college student down so that her bum was resting on the inside of the sleeping bag. “These may look like sleeping bags, and they are similar in their basic design but we refer to them as restraining bags. They will be tighter and more filled then any sleeping bag you have used before. Don’t worry about getting too warm as they are specially designed.” Scarlett didn’t know what to do so just nodded whilst still staring at the giant bags that she was about to be encased within.

“Legs together,” Antonija then used three more straps to secure Scarlett’s legs at the ankles, just below the knees and around the middle of the thighs. Scarlett felt slight discomfort as the thigh strap was tightened due to the thick diaper that she was wearing. Noticing this Christine smiled reassuringly and commented.

“You’ll get used to it.” Scarlett appreciated the consideration but didn’t like this comment as it did suggest that she would be bound like this and wearing a diaper for a significant amount of time. “Let’s change that gag.” Christine quickly unpicked the knot at the back of Scarlett’s head and removed the silk scarf which allowed Scarlett to spit out the cloth in her mouth. Relief was short-lived. “Open your mouth” Christine said. Christine picked up something from the bed in both hands and moved it slowly toward Scarlett’s face; it was a large padded gag with a ball in the middle. The large soft ball at the centre of the gag was forced into Scalett’s mouth. Scarlett’s natural reaction was to close her mouth around the ball and Christine pushed the pad firmly against Scarlett’s lips, who felt the pad press down on her lips as a buckle was used at the back of her head to secure the in place. Scarlett quickly concluded that the pad was made of the same material as the mitts, thickly padded and smooth to the touch.

“Swing your legs up and get in the bag.” Again, with a little assistance Scarlett managed to do as instructed. “Squirm around a bit and get comfortable.” Scarlett did and then lay perfectly still, nervously awaiting what was coming next. Christine pulled the top of the bag over her and zipped the bag up fully. Out of the corner of her eye Scarlett could see Antonija pick up the second bag. “Scarlett please do not move around whilst we put you in the second restraining bag.” Scarlett lay still and felt her legs lifted as they were slid into another bag, dead weight as the two women managed to slip the bag under her body, finally getting the hood under her head. This bag had a centre zip so Scarlett soon found Christine almost straddling her to bring the two halves of the top section of the bag together and zip them in place, fighting against the loft of the down to get the zip up to the top before locking it off. “That’s us finished Scarlett. No means of escape but you will be very comfortable for the duration of your captivity as long as you relax and accept what is going on. Lie back and get some rest. We will be back to check on you later. I would advise against it as a waste of energy but feel free to try get loose and escape the bags.” Scarlett turned her head but couldn’t see much as Christine and Antonija left the room. There was silence after the electronic beep of the lock engaging. Now, left alone, well with only the unconscious doen entombed Callie on the other bed for company Scarlett took the opportunity and had a wriggle but there no give in her bindings. What’s more with the smoothness of most of the material she couldn’t gain any purchase to get something loose by rubbing them against each other. Thumping her head back in frustration she noticed that the thickness of the sleeping bag was increasing as the loft inflated. Christine had been right; the bag was unlike any sleeping bag she had used before. The material was very, very smooth and the down filling must have been very high to make the bag feel so tight around her body. She gave it another thrash but after several minutes of pointless struggling against her bonds Scarlett’s muscles relaxed as she submitted to the situation, stopped struggling and rested her head in the thickly padded hood of the restraining bag and the soft, thick pillow under her head and wondered what the immediate future held for Callie and her.
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So Callie and Scarlett got the dubious pleasure of learning the comforts of the enhanced restraining system. By now, the wish probably that they had stranded elsewhere. Will be interesting to see, what lies in store for them, since things are heating up :)
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Now, left alone, well with only the unconscious doen entombed Callie on the other bed for company Scarlett took the opportunity and had a wriggle but there no give in her bindings. What’s more with the smoothness of most of the material she couldn’t gain any purchase to get something loose by rubbing them against each other. Thumping her head back in frustration she noticed that the thickness of the sleeping bag was increasing as the loft inflated. Christine had been right; the bag was unlike any sleeping bag she had used before. The material was very, very smooth and the down filling must have been very high to make the bag feel so tight around her body. She gave it another thrash but after several minutes of pointless struggling against her bonds Scarlett’s muscles relaxed as she submitted to the situation, stopped struggling and rested her head in the thickly padded hood of the restraining bag and the soft, thick pillow under her head and wondered what the immediate future held for Callie and her.
I like that description how Scarlett tries to come to terms with her situation and Scarlett is right? What will the future hold for them? Besides a lot of down filled goodness? :)
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Chapter 79

Section Headquarters, east coast of United States

It had been an uneventful flight back from Europe and both Frankie and Sheridan had taken the opportunity secure Erin and Christina fully before leaving them lying strapped onto fold down beds in the cabin at the rear of the plane. They had of course followed orders and placed rubber masks over noses and mouths of Erin and Christina. The masks were hooked up to the plane’s built-in system that delivered a steady stream of an affective but harmless sedative that would keep them out until after they had landed. Once their passengers had been stowed away safely Frankie had finished off the field report and issued it to Director Kennedy before getting comfortable and trying to get some sleep. Frankie did nod off eventually wondering who their benefactor had been that had delivered. It was a deep sleep because it took Sheridan shaking her to bring her back to the real world. “Just about to begin our approach to land,” Sheridan said and sat back in her own seat. As she buckled herself in Frankie looked out of the small portal window and watched the group come up toward them.

As they walked down the steps to the tarmac Sheridan saw Gillian step out of the plain white van that was sitting fifty yards away from the jet and waved an acknowledgment. Gillian returned the wave. They walked across to the van they watched as Gillian opened the rear doors and removed two gurneys from the van and left them sitting on the tarmac. “Great job ladies,” Gillian said with a smile as they got close. “I know that Director Kennedy was impressed.”

“We did have a little help.” Frankie commented. Sheridan caught her mother’s tone and gave her a look.

“In this job we can take all of the help that we can get,” Gillian said. “Why don’t you ladies get in the van whilst I go and get our guests.” Frankie nodded and walked around the van to get into the passenger seat, Sheridan jumped in the back where there were a couple of seats fixed to the floor of the van.

“You don’t like Gillian do you,” Sheridan said to Frankie once Gillian was out of earshot.

“It’s not that Sheridan,” Frankie replied. “It, well, I just think that there has been something off with her recently.” Frankie really couldn’t put it any better than that. Unable to form a reply Sheridan settled back into the seat.

“At least we can relax tonight after we get Christina and Erin dropped off. Fancy a nice meal at Ricardo’s?” Frankie just nodded, her concentration elsewhere.
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Section Headquarters, east coast of United States

The ride back from the airport took around two hours and judging by the muffled moans and groans that came from the rear of the van both Erin and Christina had regained consciousness. When Gillian had put both of them onto the gurney’s she had strapped them down tightly and placed proper gags on both women. “Quiet or the chloroform comes back out,” Sheridan threatened without turning round but even that threat wasn’t enough to stop the noise. “You would think that they would take the hint and shut up.”

“Maybe they are trying to tell us something,” Frankie said, almost tossing the comment away. Gillian laughed and both Saracino’s gave her a look. The three ungagged women continued the journey in silence with the muffled noises from Erin and Christian as background noise. When they finally tuned the corner into the street with Section Headquarters Frankie breathed a sigh of relief and actually relaxed slightly. Gillian pulled the van up to the entrance and used her card to get the heavy metal gate to slid back on wheels. Once the gate was fully retracted Gillian eased the van into the car park and toward the main building. As they cruised through the car park Frankie thought that there seemed to be a lot of vehicles in the car park, almost as if everyone that worked there was in the building at that moment, which would be strange. Gillian parked the van next to the main entrance and jumped out. “Let’s get on with this then,” Frankie said with a sigh as she opened the door and slipped out, Sheridan followed close after. “Does that look like a lot of cars to you,” Frankie commented. As Sheridan and Frankie stood looking at the almost full car-park they heard the van open and the gurney’s being taken out.

“Hey Kristin,” Sheridan called as she recognised one the guards that was helping Gillian. Despite leaning around to try and get a better look at her Sheridan couldn’t confirm the identity of the other guard.

“Hi Sheridan,” Kristin shouted back before turning and pushing one of the gurneys into the building.

“Shall we head in,” Gillian called. Frankie nodded and headed toward the main entrance around the front of the van with Sheridan half a step behind. The gurney’s with Erin and Christina on them had already entered and the doors had closed. As Frankie reached out to use her own security card to open the doors Gillian suddenly barged in. “Allow me,” she said as she swiped her card. There was a beep and then small light at the top went green. The doors opened and they entered, the Saracino’s side by side first, with Gillian a couple of steps behind.

They entered the main reception area to find that the gurney’s containing Erin and Christina were lying off to one side and Wallis Kennedy was standing with her arms crossed across her chest waiting in the middle of the corridor waiting for them. Kristin had taken up a position on the left of Kennedy. There was somebody sitting at the security desk that controlled access to the main section of the building but Frankie couldn’t make out who is was. “I wanted to come down and thank you personally for your efforts.” The sound of Kennedy’s voice focused Frankie and Sheridan’s attention on her.

“You didn’t have to do that Director,” Frankie replied. “But it is appreciated.” Kennedy nodded her head to acknowledge the sentiment.

“You performed a difficult task well in strange circumstances.” As Kennedy continued to talk three women wearing full dresses and short down jackets appeared from the staff area off to their right and took positions around Frankie, Sheridan and Gillian.

“About that,” Frankie began. “I do have some questions about Jaclyn Smith and some of the other things that seem to be going on.”

“Perfectly understandable,” Kennedy said and although the woman was talking to Frankie her eyes mover around the room. That’s when Frankie glanced around and realised that she didn’t recognize the three women in dresses and suddenly seemed to be surrounding them. Well, she did recognise them but they shouldn’t have been wearing what they were currently wearing. “I will explain everything later, when you are more relaxed. I promise.” As she said this Wallis Carmichael nodded and suddenly Vernie and Gillian who had moved up and were standing behind the Saracino’s pounced and clamped chloroform-soaked clothes over the lower half of their faces. Instantly Frankie and Sheridan began to struggle. They were both surprised by the sudden application of a moist cloth over their nose and mouth. They both struggled against their respective attackers for a half a minute before Sheridan made an amateur mistake and squealed in dismay, only to regret it instantly: the output of sound required an input of breath, and she drew a deep dose of chloroform into her lungs, causing an explosion of colour behind her eyes. Frankie wasn’t as panicked as her daughter but groaned into the wet cloth as she was suddenly overcome with an irresistible light-headedness and her eyelids began to flutter uncontrollably. During the initial struggle Wallis Kennedy had moved to stand just in front of Frankie and Sheridan. “I know that I am technically breaking my word here but to be honest with you ladies I don’t care. All I will say is that Elizabeth Crawford sends her best regards.” Kennedy looked on as both mother’s and daughter’s eyes went wide with shock. “You have just removed the last potential obstacle to her plan succeeding.”

“ARRUMMPPHH” Frankie screamed into cloth as she fumbled with the hand pressing the chloroform-soaked pad to her face, but she couldn't seem to get her fingers to work properly. Frankie knew then that the fight was lost and she would soon slip into unconsciousness. The mother and daughter turned to look at each other as their strength began to wane, sharing some strength from the fact that they were going through this experience together. Frankie saw her daughter’s eyelids flutter and then close, but the effort to free herself only caused her to gasp in more of the sickly-sweet fumes and knowing that she couldn’t fight sleep much longer herself. Soon enough, Frankie’s hands fell away and her moans softened as her awareness was dissolved in the abundant anaesthetic sweetness and the darkness engulfed her.
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Athens International Airport, Athens

Rhiannon and Gayle stepped out of the terminal building and hailed a cab. It was a lovely day and both women found their sunglasses and slipped them on. Gayle still had the silk scarf that La Signora Mafia had given them a couple of days ago. They had taken a flight back to Copenhagen and packed up the rest of their stuff before heading to Athens and Rhiannon hadn’t been Gayle remove the scarf. “Still wearing the scarf,” Rhiannon as a cab pulled up and the driver jumped out to help them with their luggage.

“You heard what the lady said,” Gayle replied as she nodded her thanks to the driver and jumped in the rear of the cab.

“I think that only really applied when we were in Italy Gayle,” Rhiannon commented to herself before slipping in beside Gayle and closing the door behind her. Once the driver was back in the vehicle he pulled out into the stream of traffic with a blare of horns and hand gestures. Settling in for the ride Rhiannon thought about the task that was ahead of them. Knowing where Elizabeth Crawford was based was one thing, doing something about it was another. They had discussed the best way to proceed and decided that they would head to Athens and try and gain as much information as possible from there. Whilst in Copenhagen Rhiannon had left messages in various places for Christina, Natalie and others. The first course of business when they got to their hotel was to check for any replies.
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An island in the Mediterranean

The sun was starting to drop behind the horizon as Hayley ran her hands over the outfit that she had been given. It consisted of skintight top and leggings, trainers, shore down jacket and baseball cap. The entire outfit was black. Turing around saw the woman that had signaled her two days ago in the main entrance wearing the exact same outfit. Earlier that day Kendall had sought out Hayley and told her that she had been selected to take part in a training exercise which would be fun. This was to be an escape and evasion exercise with Hayley taking the roll of one of those being hunted. It didn’t sound like great fun to Hayley if she was being honest. “Ladies! The exercise is escape and evasion with Penelope and Hayley playing the rolls of those on the run.” A ripple of applause came from the rest of the gathered women. Hayley looked around before realizing that Kirsty wouldn’t be there. She would be locked away inside their room. The threat implied. You can try and escape Hayley but what happens to Kirsty. “Now, the runners will have a thirty-minute head start before our team try and track them down.” Kendall continued, clearly enjoying the position.
“When do the trackers go off?” Hayley asked.

“In five…four…three…two…one…” Hayley looked down and the light on her ankle changed from green to red.

“Better set off ladies,” Louise said. “Split up, give the girls more of a challenge.” Hayley looked at Penelope and started to jog down the driveway. Penelope fell into step bedside her.

“Jogging isn’t really my thing,” Penelope said. “Please to finally meet you by the way. Jaclyn…”

“Not here,” Hayley hissed. “Later.” They moved in silence until they were most of the way down the driveway. “At the bottom of the drive you head right. Follow the track until you come to the fork, head left down toward the village and there should be somewhere to hide down there. Wait until you see me and flag me down.” When they reached the bottom of the drive Hayley turned left and set off as quickly as her new found fitness would carry her. Penelope paused for a second before heading in the opposite direction.

“Deep breathes Hayley,” she told herself as Hayley made her way the long way around the island. She didn’t follow the coast the whole way but cut across open land. She did have half an hour head start so cover wasn’t that important for now. Hayley only hoped that she would get the chance to talk to Penelope before they get snaffled up.

“I am not built for this,” Penelope grumbled as she hustled away just to the side of the track. Eventually she saw the fork ahead. She recognized the road from earlier coming from the other direction on her arrival. The junction with the fork wasn’t really visible if you were coming from the other direction. Obeying the instructions from Hayley she headed down the left-hand fork and suddenly the running became easier as the track began running downhill. With the light starting to dim Penelope started to look around for a place to settle in and wait. She could see a small corpse of tress with large rocks around the base to her left about fifty yards away and headed toward it. Seemed as good a place as any.
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An island in the Mediterranean

Breathing heavily Hayley scanned the track as she heads down the slope. “Could she be that obvious.” Hayley saw the rocks and trees and headed over, vaulting the rock and landing on her feet before collapsing onto her bottom. “Please to meet you, Hayley King.”

“Penelope Gordon,” Penelope replied.

“I think that we should keep moving,” Hayley said, “this is to obviously a hiding place.”

“Really?” Penelope said.

“First place I checked on this track.” Penelope looked dejected. “Look, we are both giving up seven days in the bags for this opportunity to chat. So, let’s keep free as long as possible.”

“You mean that we are back in the restraining bags after this?” Penelope asked, her heart sinking.

“Of course,” Hayley replied. “They like to keep the training as realistic as possible. We are being treated as targets that need to be tracked down. Next you will be saying that you don’t expect a chloroform-soaked cloth smothered over your face when they track you down.” Hayley jumped up and held out a hand. Penelope took it and they both stood face to face. “We will keep to the shrubs and trees at the side of the track.” They left their hiding place and started to walk out of sight. “I think it would be best if you start.”

“Well, I won’t give you my full life story,” Penelope started. “Jaclyn Sanders basically offered me a deal. Help her take down Elizabeth Crawford by going undercover in her organization or go to jail.” Hayley looked at Penelope and cocked her head. “I inserted myself into an operation that they were running, mucked it up, then offered to help them in exchange for a chance to join their organization and then ended up here.”

“Alright,” Hayley said.

“Jaclyn showed me your photograph and said that you were already deep undercover…”

“Well, I suppose that you could call it that.”

“and if I got the chance make contact with you and work together.”

“Did Jaclyn give you any way of getting in contact with her?” Penelope shook her head.

“This is strictly a seat of your pants operation.” They continued to walk in silence as Hayley digested this information. At least she had another ally on the island, that was unless it was some kind of elaborate scheme by Elizabeth Crawford. “Your dad taught your morse code when you went sailing as a kid.”

“What?”

“That look on your face is skeptical of my motives. Jaclyn knew that Elizabeth Crawford messes with your head that you could think that I was part of some sort of game that she was playing. So that little nugget of information is my way in.” Hayley smiled.

“What kind of accent is that anyway?”

“I could ask you the same question,” Penelope replied.

“Alright, let me get you caught up on what goes on here,” Hayley said as they continued to carefully make their way through the undergrowth at the side of the track. Doing her best to be concise Hayley ran through what she knew and what she had learnt, taking the chance to trust Penelope. She would soon find out if that had been a mistake. The look on Penelope’s face told her that the woman was struggling to take it all in.
“Are you serious?” Penelope asked eventually. Hayley nodded that she was.

“You wouldn’t believe…” Hayley only got so far into that reply before she stopped and held up a hand. Then she put a finger to her lips, asking Penelope to remain silent. Penelope stopped and then heard it to. The faint ticking of an engine. Turning around they saw headlights approaching in the distance. “I think that we should get out of here.” Penelope nodded and they both melted deeper into the foliage. “I know that we will get caught eventually but let’s make them earn it.”
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An island in the Mediterranean

In the end they managed to escape until just after dawn when they scrambled up a rise and found themselves face to face with Kendall, Yelena, Vernie and Perrie standing on either side of a four-wheel drive. “Well, it was nice whilst it lasted,” Hayley said as she raised her hands. Yelena and Vernie approached and forced each of the woman down onto their stomachs. Their hands were brought behind their backs and secured with rope and then cloths were stuffed in their mouths and squares of white micro-foam tape were plastered over their mouths. After that basic binding and gagging had been completed, Hayley and Penelope were hauled to their feet and dragged toward the rear doors of the vehicle.

“Nice work ladies, the clothes are prepped and waiting.” Hayley caught Penelope’s gaze and rolled her eyes as they were forced into the back of the vehicle where their ankles were quickly tied together with more rope. Before they could settle in Hayley and Penelope found cloth’s pressed over the lower half of their faces and moaned simultaneously as the chloroform fumes hit home. Hayley relaxed and accepted what was going to happen, there was no point in getting frustrated about it, or maybe that was just the amount of conditioning that Hayley had endured during her stay. Well, whatever it was she just inhaled and let the fumes do what they were going to do, put her to sleep. As she started to feel the effects Hayley looked over and saw that Penelope head was starting to loll around a little. She was starting to feel weak herself now and her vision was starting to blur, she saw Penelope’s eyes close over and decided that was a good idea. Closing her own eyes Hayley took another couple of breaths before slipping away.
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An island in the Mediterranean

“MMMPPPHHH!” Penelope screamed as she bolted back into consciousness. Trying to move she found that was impossible and started to panic a little then she heard a muffled moan to her left and glanced around to see Hayley gagged and strapped into a wheelchair. Instantly the memories flooded back and she calmed down. Looking down Penelope noted that she was already wearing a down suit and the feeling around her waist and bottom told her that she was also diapered. Assessing the rest of her current situation she was pinned down, in fact almost welded into a wheelchair. She could feel the heavy nylon straps pressing her into the padding on the seat and back of the chair. The straps were around her ankles, lower legs, thighs, stomach, chest, upper arms and wrists. The finger control mitts were in position rendering her fingers useless. The large panel gag contraption was in place. There was no chance of escape from the chair so all she could do was relax. “uummppff,” Penelope mumbled as she looked at back at Hayley who was bound in exactly the same way as she was.

“mmpphhff,” Hayley replied with a slight shrug just as the door opened and Elizabeth Crawford walked in.

“Hello ladies,” the woman said. She was followed in by Yelena and Tahani. “I trust that found that a worthwhile exercise.”

“ggarruuhh uummppff,” Hayley mumbled.

“Glad that you agree Hayley,” Elizabeth confirmed. “Now, the girls here will wheel you to your lodgings for the next week and get you settled in.” There was a wide grin on the woman’s face. “Don’t worry, I am sure that we can organise something nice for when you get out.” Speech delivered Elizabeth turned and left. Tahani and Yelena walked around behind the two wheelchairs and released the brakes, allowing them to wheel the two women strapped to them out of the room and along the corridor toward the secure wing.
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Quite the interesting chapter: So Christina was right after all. Frankie and Sheridan joined them in captivity - well the two should have known better. So I don´t pity them at all. To bad, that Christina is out of the game - it seems. I would have liked it, if she had a confrontation with Crawford.

The second part of this update was even better: So Hayley was the Volunteer :) Why does that not surprise me. Now things will heat up. Hayley used the time cleverly to inform Penelope about what happened on the Island. She guessed correctly that Crawford´s Girls would capture them in the end. I wonder, what Crawford has in mind, when she tells Hayley and Penelope that she would find a way to reward them, Knowing Crawford this might be a mixed blessing.

And there is another thing: We know, that Crawford does not trust Penelope fully - and she has now a tool in her arsenal to find out the truth, a certain drug ... and if she uses that, then might Hayley be also in trouble.

I think, Hayley has not much time to act ....
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Caesar73 wrote: 1 year ago
And there is another thing: We know, that Crawford does not trust Penelope fully - and she has now a tool in her arsenal to find out the truth, a certain drug ... and if she uses that, then might Hayley be also in trouble.
And speaking of trouble .... if Crawford finds out what Hayley is up to, it will probably mean just a few more days in the bags. Then Crawford might resort to sterner measures. As we see in Kirsty´s case Crawford does take betrayal not easy :)
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Chapter 80

An island in the Mediterranean – 4 days later

“For your good behaviour Miss Crawford has decided that you can be treated and have a day on the beach. A little treat away from the restraining bags.” It had been a long four days stuck back in the routine of being back in the restraining bags and the last person that either wanted to see at the time that they were released was Kendall, but here she was as they removed the down suits and headed toward the shower. “Report to the salon later.”

“Salon?” Penelope asked Hayley as she headed for the shower.

“Making you look glamourous honey,” Hayley replied striking a pose. Both of them giggled. After showering there was no other clothes lying around so had to make do with down suits. The door opened and Tahani entered. “That is what we are trying to look like.” Hayley commented with a smile.
“Just hurry up before I get bored and lock the door.” Both Hayley and Penelope jumped to their feet and hurried out of the room. Penelope followed Hayley down to the main door and waited for Tahani to unlock it for them. “Calm down and wait for me or someone might get annoyed.” It was a strange sensation for Penelope, being strapped into a chair whilst her hair and nails were attended to. It wasn’t that strict bondage but the straps around her ankles and wrists kept her secured enough as her hair was cut and styled and then her nails cut, filed and varnished. After that pampering session it was back to the room where they were left to their own devices again. “Back in twenty minutes,” Tahani offered by way to a goodbye. The outfits were lying out on the bed waiting for them, as was a pile of fabric that looked suspiciously like the material required for a seriously heavy gag. There was a piece of paper lying on the bed. Hayley picked it up. “I am sure that you will look good in the outfits ladies, even better wearing a gag.” Hayley dropped the paper back onto the bed. “This is great.”

“Are they serious?” Penelope asked. Hayley nodded.

“All part of their game to normalise things like being gagged.” After they slipped on the outfits Hayley started going through the material whilst Penelope watched on almost in fascination as Hayley delved into the pile of material and from it produced a handful of fabric, dropping it onto the table bedside a bag of cotton wool. “I think I know what gag they are after. Better that I gag you first and show you what to do and they you can gag me.”

“These women are weird,” Penelope commented.

“You won’t get an objection to that from me,” Hayley relied as she selected a white cloth from the pile and scrunched it up in her left hand. “Open wide.” Hayley stuffed the cloth deep into Penelope’s mouth, filling it completely. Penelope moaned and sighed as Hayley went back to the table but didn’t attempt to expel the cloth from her mouth. Penelope watched on thinking what was next as Hayley picked up the bag of cotton wool and a silk scarf before walking back across to where Penelope stood Hayley reached into the bag of cotton wool pleats and produced a large wad which she placed at the centre of the silk scarf that had been folded into a wide band. “I assume that the purple scarves are for you and the blue scarves are for me.” Hayley picked up the scarf and centred the cotton wool over Penelope’s packed mouth and held it in place whilst she took both ends of the scarf and walked behind Penelope who felt the cotton wool compress and the two ends were tied together, there was a brief pause in that increase as the woman freed Penelope’s freshly cut hair from under the gag then pull it tighter, eliciting a muffled groan from Penelope before securing the scarf with a knot. “Sorry, have to make it tight as I am sure that they will check.” Whilst Penelope got accustomed to that gag Hayley picked up another cloth and folded it into a pad, placing it at the centre of another folded scarf. Hayley lined the folded cloth up with where Penelope’s mouth would be and placed it over where the cotton wool was and then tied the silk scarf behind Penelope’s head, very tightly keeping, viciously compressing every other part of the gag, keeping everything snugly and securely in place. Penelope winced as the second scarf was tightened, encasing and compacting all of the material over her mouth. “Right, finished.” Hayley said.

“mmpphh,” Penelope mumbled as she ran her hands over the gag.

“Now, your turn to do me.” Hayley picked up a cloth and handed it to Penelope. “Feel free to go full on.”

After the gags were applied Tahani returned wearing her own beach outfit and handed both Hayley and Penelope a rolled-up towel. “Let’s get moving.” They excited the secure wing and then headed out of the house and down the drive toward the beach. Once on the beach Tahani headed off to make up a team at the volleyball court. Looking around Penelope and Hayley spotted an empty spot away from the waves that lapped up on the sea and headed in that direction. Putting down their large beach towels they collapsed on top of them and looked at each other. The heavy gags were going to make any communication almost impossible. “mmpphh, uummpphh,” Hayley mumbled.

“uummppff, mmmppphhh, mmpphh,” Penelope replied and shrugged. Hayley blinked her eyes. Penelope cocked her head and looked at Hayley like she had two heads. Hayley blinked the same set again. “mmoohh!” Penelope shrugged.

“uummppff, mmmppphhh,” Hayley mumbled. Then Penelope clicked and blinked again. SOS. Jaclyn. “oohhff,” Hayley’s shoulders slumped as she realized that was the only Morse code that Penelope knew. With that line of communication cut off Hayley had to improvise and started to use her finger to draw words and images in the sand. That was how they did it for around fifteen minutes all the while checking over their shoulder until they saw Perrie coming toward them.

“Penelope, the boss wants to see you in her private chambers,” Perrie said from a couple of yards away.

“mmmppphh,” Penelope mumbled into her gag and pointed at her chest.

“Yes, you.” Perrie turned away. “The woman doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” Penelope looked at Hayley and then jumped up and started to make her way off the beach. Slipping in a pair of flip flops Penelope headed up the drive and into the main entrance. As she raised her hand to untie the knot in the top scarf of her gag something in her head told her that would be a mistake so carried on walking with her heavy gag in place. Walking through the house Penelope headed up the stair and to the very back of the house where Elizabeth Crawford’s private residence was located. Taking a bit of time to compose herself Penelope knocked. “Enter,” Elizabeth said from the other side of the door almost immediately. When she entered Penelope found that the room was almost in darkness. There were heavy drapes pulled close over the windows. The only light came from a couple of lamps and some candles that were on bedside tables. There was no sign of Elizabeth Crawford as Penelope took a couple of steps into the room. In contrast from outside this room was cool, Penelope could feel it on her exposed skin. There was a small click from behind her and Penelope stood stock still. An arm suddenly wrapped around her body from behind and pulled her back slight against a firm female body. Then without warning a cloth was placed over the lower half of her face, covering her nose and gagged mouth. “mmmppphh!” Penelope cried into the combination of gag and cloth.

“Shush,” Elizabath whispered. “Don’t resist Penelope, just relax and go to sleep.” The now familiar smell of chloroform assaulted her nostrils. The natural reaction was to resist and Penelope started to try and fight Elizabeth Crawford off and then managed to calm herself instead took nice, even, deep breathes. Letting the fumes invade her body and attack her senses, knowing full well that it would lead to her delving into unconsciousness. “There’s a good girl.” The chloroform was one of Crawford’s own concoctions so it wasn’t as harsh as your off the shelf variety so the effects sort of snuck up on you and before she knew it Penelope started to feel her arms become heavy. That was quickly followed by a fuzziness in her thinking and a blurring of her vision.

“mmoohh,” Penelope moaned as she felt her consciousness start to flow away from her. Then suddenly her legs gave way and she slumped to the carpet.

“Keep breathing it in Penelope and slip away…welcome the darkness. Slip away, you feel so tired.” The cloth was kept expertly in place, leaving Penelope with no respite from the fumes. Soon it was over and with a soft whimper Penelope slipped into the darkness.
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When Penelope came round, she found that she was lying on a bed. Any attempts to move off the bed were futile as she quickly discovered that she had been bound spreadeagled on Elizabath Crawford’s bed. A quick check on the bindings holding her in place told her that there would be no escape. Leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles linked with strong, silk black rope to points on the structure of the bed. “At least I am not gagged,” Penelope said under her breathe.

“Well, not yet.” Elizabeth Crawford emerged from the gloom wearing not much, a skimpy bra and panty set under a silk robe that was lying open. The woman approached and Penelope was transfixed. “As I always tell the girl, gags are very important. In addition to keeping a captive quiet it is about control and should always be applied even if you don’t think it is absolutely necessary. It is a bit like art, it has to be effective but also aesthetically pleasing. Any gag is more affective if the captive’s mouth is filled with some sort of stuffing. Normally this would be a cloth or large handkerchief but there are times when you may need to improvise and use whatever is to hand.” Elizabeth made a show of looking around. “I am sure that I have some underwear lying around.”

“I would rather not, if you don’t mind.”

“A boring old cloth then,” Elizabeth delved into the pocket of her robe and brought out two cloths and two purple silk scarves. Elizabeth balled up a cloth and moved it toward Penelope’s mouth.

“Before you gag me again. Can I ask what you have planned for me?”

“Now, that would be spoiling the surprise,” Elizabeth said as she stuffed the cloth deep inside Penelope’s mouth. Penelope gagged as the cloth was forced deep into her mouth. Quickly Elizabeth tied a knot into the centre of one of the silk scarves and forced the knot into Penelope’s mouth on top of the cloth and then tied the ends brutally tightly behind Penelope’s head. The second cloth was folded into a pad and held over Penelope’s mouth and the second silk scarf was folded into a band before being used to hold the cloth in place. “There we go. That is better.” Elizabeth slipped off the robe and took a position straddling Penelope on the bed. “I hear that you have been getting close to Hayley,” Elizabeth said as she softly stroked Penelope’s belly. “But, enough of that for now. Questions later, fun now. I think that gag is going to come in handy. I teach the girls how to extract information from a woman without having to resort to brutal, old-fashioned, male methods. There is no reason why it can’t be a pleasurable experience for both of those involved. I am sure that you must be…frustrated after such a long time.” Elizabeth began to run her fingers across Penelope’s body, paying particular attention to her breasts. “I will make sure you enjoy this as much as I do.”
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“Jeez,” Penelope said as she struggled to come to terms what had happened over the past hour or so. Sweat covered her entire body as she tried to bring her breathing under control. Elizabeth had eventually removed the gag and climbed off before disappearing into the gloom again. Then like a ghost from the gloom Crawford reappeared again carrying a bottle in one hand and a white cloth in the other. Watching on Penelope stared as Elizabeth poured a lot of liquid from the bottle onto a carefully folded, thick white cloth. “Now, this is not chloroform.”

“What is it then?” Penelope asked, a shiver on uncertainty running down her spine.

“Just something rare that I only use in special circumstances when I absolutely need to.” Penelope gave her a quizzical look. “To help in that conversation that we were going to have. I don’t have time to waste. So, I have to go with the quickest and easiest option.” Elizabeth finished pouring the liquid onto the cloth and replaced the lid. “This won’t hurt but it will feel strange and you probably won’t remember much afterwards. The soft, thick cloth was pressed over Penelope’s nose and mouth.

“uummppff, mmppff,” Penelope moaned and shock her head. The smell from the cloth was strong and not something that she recognized. Penelope held her breath in an attempt to fight off the fumes that were coming from the cloth. “Now let’s have none of that,” Crawford said like admonishing a child. Penelope felt Crawford run two fingers down from her belly button toward the top of her now damp panties, then slip under the elastic waistband. Penelope jumped as the fingers found their intended target and started to stimulate. Penelope gasped then moaned behind the cloth which meant that she started taking deep breaths and inhaling the fumes from the cloth again. “There that’s more like it,” Crawford said removing her fingers from the most delicate of areas to the inside of Penelope’s thigh where she continued to move them gently up and down. The cloth was kept in place for a long time and then removed. Penelope eagerly took deep breathes of fresh air, but relief was short lived until the cloth was reapplied. This happened several times to allow Penelope to receive an intense dose of the drug. Satisfied that Penelope had been drugged thoroughly enough Crawford started to ask her questions.
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Hayley sat staring out at the sea, two things occupying her mind. The first was what did Elizabeth want with Penelope, that woman always seemed to be one step ahead. The second was a hope that Penelope would be available to help should the opportunity of an escape attempt present itself. So engrossed in her own thoughts was Hayley that she didn’t notice someone approach. “Now, what are you thinking about? Swimming for freedom?”

“uummppff!” Hayley started and looked up to find Louise Williams looming over her offering a hand. “mmaannss,” Hayley mumbled and accepted the hand.

“You can take that gag off,” Louise commented as she hauled Hayley to her feet. “That is assuming you want to.” Hayley blushed but set about untangling the knots on the fabric that held the gag securely in place. “Time to get back to the house.” The two women walked side by side along the beech and then up the path toward the main house. Hayley resisted the urge to ask any questions about Penelope for fear of raising any suspicions. As they entered the house Constance approached from the shadows, looking great in a stunning gown. “Please escort Hayley back to her room and secure her for the night,” Louise Williams said to Constance before smiling at Hayley. By now Hayley wasn’t really that bothered, she was more than used to getting a good night’s sleep in the restraining bags, it was nothing if not cosy. There seemed to be a divide in the camp between those that trusted her a little and those that didn’t, the majority were in the second bracket if Hayley was being honest. Anyway, soon it wouldn’t matter what anybody thought. If things worked out for Hayley, she would be gone and if not, then Hayley doubted that Elizabeth Crawford would let her out of the bags for the next year. It was all about seizing the opportunity when it presented itself. This would be slightly different from the last time that Constance had escorted her back to her room as Hayley was actually helping out and wearing a dress, treated more like an actual guest rather than a captive, rather than with her wrists bound, mitted and gagged.

“Let’s go,” Constance said a she gently grasped Hayley’s elbow and pulled her away from Louise before there could be a further exchange. The two women walked in silence through the ground floor of the large house and stated to ascend the stairs with Hayley silently hoping that Constance would instigate a conversation about which direction that would turn at the top of the stairs. “Any plans tonight?” Constance asked in a voice not much louder than a whisper. Hayley had to rein in her excitement, according to the shift schedule this was a good night to implement her plan to escape the island. To give her some time to compose her thoughts Hayley didn’t say anything until they reach the top of the stairs.

“Just getting a good night’s sleep wrapped in silky smooth down goodness,” Hayley replied hoping that her smile gave away her true intentions.

“Well, what about getting a little less sleep,” Constance said with a wink.

“Will that not be a bit dangerous. I think that Louise will be keeping a close eye on me. I suspect that she will be checking up and they will know where I have been by looking at the data from the tracker,” Hayley said after glancing in both directions before raising her ankle and pointing to make the point to Constance.

“Not if I take it off,” Constance replied with a mischievous smile on her face. “We can throw it into your room and then retire back to my room.”

“You have a key to get them off?” Hayley asked slightly surprised.

“I may be able come across one,” Constance replied furtively. Obviously, the young woman had been making plans of her own Hayley thought. Hayley made out like she was considering the proposal before nodding. They both hurried along using Constance’s access card to get through the doors. As they entered the room both Hayley and Constance noted the large down cocoon sitting on one of the double beds, there were signs of movement from within which told the women that Kirsty was enjoying the down filled goodness of a couple of restraining bags.

“mmpphh, uummppff.”

“What did Kirsty do to get bagged?” Hayley asked.

“I think that she just annoyed Kendal,” Constance replied with a shrug. Hayley shook her head and putting thoughts of what she wanted to do to Kendal at the back of her mind concentrated on the job at hand. Putting her foot up on the bed Constance quickly took off Hayley’s anklet and laid it on the vacant bed. “We should look out the bags for when you get back.”

“Good point,” Hayley replied. “Let them get nice and lofted.” So before leaving they unpacked and laid out two bags on Hayley’s bed, Hayley knowing that if things went to plan, she would not be enjoying their comforts. It was now or never for Hayley. They casually walked along the corridor back to Constance’s room, at that time of night they didn’t see anybody on their journey. They excitedly burst through the door and started to kiss and cuddle each other before stripping off their dresses and falling into bed.
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An island in the Mediterranean

Darkness had fallen on the island as Elizabeth pulled the jeep to a halt outside the cottage where Jaclyn Smith was staying. Earlier that day she had called Christine and Nicole into her study and given them instructions to meet her at an appointed time that night at the rear entrance to the main house wearing regular street clothes. They were also instructed not to mention this to anyone. Both women looked slightly confused but nodded their understanding before turning and leaving the study. A twitch of the curtain that had been pulled over on of the windows told Elizabeth that their arrival had not gone unnoticed. Elizabeth turned off the lights and killed the engine before getting out of the vehicle. She walked slowly toward the door and that allowed Christine and Nicole to catch up. Elizabeth wore tight fitting jeans, a blouse and a full length down jacket. Christine and Nicole had got the memo and wore similar outfits, the only difference being that the two women wore short down jackets that didn’t go beyond the waist. When they entered the cottage, they found Jaclyn Smith sitting on the couch with an open book in her hands. “I did say I would be catching up on my reading,” Jaclyn commented as she held up the book.

“That you did,” Elizabeth replied with a nod.

“I don’t suppose you dropped in to borrow some books?” Jaclyn asked. The response was a shake of the head from Elizabeth. “What is it then?”

“I need to have a private chat with you.”

“Why the muscle?” Jaclyn nodded at Nicole and Christine.

“This needs to be a proper chat,” Elizabeth stated and Jaclyn knew instantly what that meant. “We can do this the easy was of the hard way?” Jaclyn sighed loudly and after placing a bookmark to keep her page she leaned forward and placed the book onto the coffee table before standing up, her dress rustling as she did so.

“Don’t worry I am not going to resist. What would be the point? Chair, bed or are we going on a trip?” Jaclyn asked.

“Staying here, but I will give you the option.”

“Bed it is then,” Jaclyn replied as she headed for the narrow stair to the upper floor. Elizabeth gestured and Nicole and Christine followed Jaclyn up the stairs, along the short corridor and into her bedroom. They watched as Jaclyn slipped out of the her dress and hung it up carefully on a hanger before putting in safely in the wardrobe. “You have to take care of beautiful things ladies.” Jaclyn commented. Without having to be asked Jaclyn got onto the bed and wriggled around until she was comfortable and then spread her arms out like a starfish. Christine and Nicole then set about securing Jaclyn in place by placing padded cuffs around her wrists and ankles then attaching these to ropes that were secured to the frame of the bed. As the process was being undertaken Elizabeth appeared in the doorway. “Do all of your beds have built in bondage facilities?”

“No, just yours,” Elizabeth replied with a smile and a laugh. Once Christine and Nicole and finished securing Jaclyn to the bed Elizabeth tossed them the keys for the jeep and told them to head back to the main house. “I will walk back.” Nicole having caught the keys nodded and both women left the room. There was a small wooden chair sitting in the corner and Elizabeth picked this up and carried it to the side of the bed. Elizabeth paused and looked at the door until she heard the front door to the cottage close and was satisfied that she and Jaclyn were the only two people left in the cottage.

“I am sure that there were easier ways to get me alone Elizabeth,” Jaclyn commented once the two younger women had left.

“So, how have you been getting along?” Elizabeth asked conversationally, taking off her down jacket and hanging it over the back of the chair.

“Fine,” Jaclyn replied. “As I said, I have been catching up on my reading.”

“Good, good,” Elizabeth said as she slipped a bottle from her pocket and sat it on the beside cabinet before resting her behind on the edge of the bed.

“I hardly think chloroform is required at this stage,” Jaclyn commented. “I thought that you would have other instruments to use first if my understanding of your interrogation techniques is correct.” A knowing smile crossed Elizabeth lips. “Now that I mention it, you also seem a bit under, or should that be overdressed for your…” Jaclyn trailed off as Elizabeth reached into the other pocket and removed a second bottle, holding it up so that Jaclyn could see it clearly.

“This is chloroform,” Elizabeth stated holding up the second bottle. “That other bottle is something else.”

“What is it then?” Jaclyn asked suddenly a bit more nervous about the situation than she had been. Jaclyn was confident that she could hold out for a while against whatever Elizabeth could subject her to. Nobody could hold out indefinitely but there was obviously something new that Elizabeth was going to use on her.

“Well, if you could remember what happened in Shimla then this wouldn’t be a new experience at all,” Elizabeth said as she unscrewed the cap on the first bottle and setting it back on the bedside cabinet.

“What do you mean?” Jaclyn asked, clearly confused. “We both know what happened in Shimla. Even then it was years ago. What does it matter now?” Elizabeth carefully folded a large, white cloth and poured a decent amount of the liquid onto the cloth. “Just relax and take deep breaths,” Elizabeth instructed Jaclyn as she pressed the cloth firmly over her nose and mouth. Elizabeth watched on as Jaclyn started to squirm and shake her head from side to side slightly on the deliciously plump pillow. That was only natural, anyone would react that was if a cloth with an unusual smell on it was pressed over the lower part of your face and you were forced to inhale the fumes. The look in Jaclyn’s eyes betrayed her sense of unease and wonder at what was going on. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. Bit of a sore head after we are finished but that is all.” Jaclyn moaned into the cloth. “If you are good, I will give you a nice dose of chloroform after we are finished.” Now having a bit of experience in the application of the chemical Elizabeth removed the cloth when she thought that Jaclyn eyes had the appropriate glassy look. Relief was short-lived for Jaclyn as after a couple of gulps of fresh air the cloth was reapplied. When the cloth was removed again Elizabeth started to ask Jaclyn question after question, only interrupted by the application of the cloth numerous times to keep Jaclyn dosed up with the drug.

An hour later Elizabeth stormed out of the cottage after leaving Jaclyn sedated and lying sprawled on the bed, her long strides eating up the ground as she walked toward the main house. What she felt went slightly deeper than disappointment, there was a degree of hurt in there as well. A feeling that Elizabeth Crawford was not adept at dealing with, it made her want to lash out. Normally it didn’t matter at whom but on this occasion, Elizabeth had a focus. Elizabeth hoped that Hayley was enjoying her night because tomorrow she had an appointment with Elsa Schmidt. However, in the meantime there was somebody else that
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Things are heating up on Mystery Island:

So Crawford has discovered Penelopes true Agenda and Hayley´s plans to escape. And we know that Crawford does not take "betrayal" imagined or real lightly. The question will be: Will Hayley act before she has to meet the creepy Elsa Schmidt? What we learn from Crawfords reaction is how thin her skin is. But what she expect?

Did she really expect that Hayley would just sit on her hands, after what Crawford did to her? She kidnapped Hayley several times. Forced her to return to Mystery Island, made her an accomplice, always threatening her Kirsty or Gayle to ensure her cooperation.. Held her captive in gilden cage. To call Elizabeth Crawford a hypocrite is to put it mildy.

So: Crawford deserves a lesson. The only question is: Will Hayley´s plan work? How will - for instance - Natalie react? For all we know, Natalie must think, that Hayley is in league with Crawford or has been brainwashed. IF they make their escape, there will have to be some tough conversations to be had.

I stress "if" because till now, Crawfords Security has worked perfectly - and I see some flaws in Hayleys plans .... it is a run against the clock for Hayley and Kirsty .. I keep my fingers crossed ...
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Chapter 81

An island in the Mediterranean

When Penelope regained consciousness, she found herself staring at a ceiling. Her brain didn’t seem to work properly and she was having difficulty remembering what had actually happened. There were bits of memories floating around her head but she was finding it difficult to put the pieces together. After trying to put the pieces together she decided it might be better to let it go and see if it would come back naturally. Slipping out from under the duvet Penelope looked around the room, taking in the sumptuous and tasteful decoration. “You can say what you want about the woman but she has fine taste.” Padding across the carpet in her bare feet she opened a solid wooden door and found a large bathroom. “Well, I should probably ask first...” Penelope stepped inside and started to run a bath, pouring bubble bath and other concoctions before slowly sliding under the water herself.

“Ah, this is the life,” Penelope commented as she blew some bubbles from the back of her hand. She had been enjoying the soak when there was a faint knock at the main door. Penelope paused and listened intently for further noise. There was another, slightly louder knock and not long after the sound of the door opening. Then there was the sound of footsteps on carpet.

“Penelope,” she heard her name called. “You in here.” Penelope sighed and hefted herself from the deep water. The noise must have alerted whoever had shouted her name as there was a knock on the door just before it opened as Penelope wrapped a towel around herself. As the door opened Penelope saw Perrie’s head appear.

“Oh,” Perrie said. “Taking advantage of the facilities.”

“Thought that I might as well,” Penelope retorted as she picked up another large, soft towel and started to dry herself off.
“The boss wants to have a chat with you about your role in the team going forward. She wants me to take you to her.” Penelope paused. Looks like things may be going to plan then. “Get dried and then we can get you properly attired.
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“Are you sure this is the correct place?” Penelope asked as they descended the final few stairs into the basement. Perrie nodded and they walked along the bare concrete floor. Penelope noted the Perrie and lifted up the hem of her skirt and she followed suit. Always helps to pick up tips from those with more experience. There was a door lying open at in the middle of the corridor and Penelope assumed that was where they were headed toward. Perrie was a couple of paces ahead of her as she turned into the room, Penelope followed a couple of seconds later As soon as she entered the room Penelope knew that something was wrong but it was too late. Strong hands grabbed both of her arms tightly, she looked form one side to the other and found hard looks on faces. Then she heard footsteps and turned to find Elizabeth Crawford standing in front of her. “Elizabeth. What is going on? I thought that MMMPPPHH UUMMPPHH!” Penelope screamed as Elizabeth smashed a soft, thick cloth over the lower half of her face. “MMMPPPHHH!” Penelope moaned as she tried to shake off the cloth as the now familiar smell of Elizabeth’s own brand of chloroform. Elizabeth’s free hand was now positioned behind at the back of Penelope’s head preventing any possible escape from the fumes.

“I wanted to administer the cloth personally this time Penelope,” Elizabeth stated.

“MMMPPPHH!” Penelope thrashed as hard as she could in panic. They obviously knew that she was a plant. She was finished. “MMMPPPHH! UUMMPPHH!”

“Now, just relax. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. I promise. We just need you to go to sleep at the moment. When you wake up you will be securely bound back in the restraining bags, but it will feel a little bit different.”

“UUMMPPFF!” Penelope screamed into the cloth as she tried in vain to break free. Over Elizabeth’s shoulder Penelope could see all manner of contraptions that didn’t look too appealing.

“Shush,” Elizabeth cooed, “no point in resisting.” There was no further conversation as the only sound in the room became Penelope’s struggling and muffled protests into the cloth. Eventually, the chloroform took its toll and Penelope’s strength waned, from their it all happened quickly. Penelope slumped into the grip of her attackers and her vision blurred. As her head lolled Elizabeth kept the cloth expertly in place until Penelope’s eyelids fluttered and closed over. Elizabeth removed the cloth. “Get her prepped and restrained.” The women that had been holding Penelope nodded and dragged her away toward a table that off to the side of the room. Xenia approached with a loaded syringe and rubbed Penelope’s shoulder with a piece of cotton wool before delivering the cocktail of drugs into Penelope’s system.
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They watched on as the oversized down cocoon with Penelope encased at its heart was lowered onto the rubber sheet on top of the tank of magnesium sulphate solution. Prior to that Xenia had placed a thickly padded blindfold over her eyes and had then placed earplug into each of Emily’s ears. “All we need now is for our charge to wake up. Then we can commence.” Xenia said.
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Her body jolted as Penelope regained consciousness. It took her several minutes to regain her senses; if that was the correct phrase as at the present time, she could not grasp sensation of anything. Penelope couldn’t understand it as she couldn’t see, hear or speak and she was also obviously well restrained as she couldn’t move. On top of that it felt if she was floating as every small movement caused what seemed like a wave sensation along her body, as if floating in a pool. Taking a second to think Penelope realised that she was obviously back in the bags. The familiar sense of being surrounded and pressed in against on all sides by down was back. There was nothing, no input for her senses until there was a soft click in her ears and then a hiss. Then a soft female voice started to speak. “Penelope good evening. Now, all I need you to do is listen to my voice. Relax and listen to my voice. Concentrate on my words and nothing else. What else would you be doing anyway. Your bondage is inescapable, but you are so comfortable that you don’t care. I want you helpless. There is something delicious about knowing that you cannot escape. You can’t escape me. You don’t want to. You like being helpless. Unable to escape my voice and conditioning. I have so much time with you that I will break you eventually. I could leave you alone with nothing but your thoughts, alone in the dark, restrained. You have no recourse but to listen. Your freedom is gone. My voice is your only escape. Follow, obey, just buckle in, retrained unable to escape my voice. Listen to what my voice it telling you, concentrate and take it all in. Being restrained relaxes you, relax into your bindings, it is easy to give in. Feel the restraining bags tighten, preventing movement, preventing escape, it is so comfortable, the down filling, the soft smooth fabric you like this, you want this, inescapable down around you. You don’t have a choice, making it easy to accept. Until I choice to let you go, you are mine and I have all the time I need. This will be easier if you just obey because you are strapped down, because you can’t escape. Listen to me because I am all that you have right now. My voice is the only thing that you have right know. Eyes closed with your mind drifting away, sinking deeper, sinking deeper, sinking deeper, soft inescapable bags around you. Not having a choice is acceptance. Your arms, wrists and legs restrained. No available avenue to remove the earbuds to remove the voice, my voice. You are here until I choose let you go. My words are already slipping past your defences. Brainwashing and conditioning isn’t so bad. We have all the time in the world. Do you really think that you can resist for ever? It is exhausting even trying. Accept the inevitable You are mine to control and do with as I please. The drugs I gave you have an influence as well. I will put on some music now and let your mind slip away and sink into your thoughts. Let my voice guide If you ever feel scared focus on your bindings, focus on how secure you are. You are mine. Obey. I will obey. I will obey. I will obey. I submit. I submit. I submit.” The rest of the day passed through one interminable hour after another. Penelope fretted occasionally at her inability to move, speak, see or hear. When it became too much to bear, she struggled anew, but it always ended in the same way, with exhaustion, her lungs burning from the effort, her jaws stretched wide apart, mouth clogged with cloth, head pounding from the blindfold tied over her eyes. Most of the time she lay still, accepting her present helplessness, with no option Eventually she couldn’t do anything but listen to the soothing voice coming over the speakers. It was the same words repeated over and over again on a loop, with a song at the start and then a song at the end before the whole process started again.
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Poor Penelope: She is in the capable hands of the horrible Dr. Schmitt - and Hayley is in for the same Treatment if she does not act fast. Time is of the essence - or Hayley will have to face dire consequences. Crawford is not one known for her clemency. Oh this suspense!

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Chapter 82

An island in the Mediterranean

There must have been something going on as the Elizabeth Crawford had ordered a partial lockdown of the house and she had to hide out in Constance’s room and delay any plans until the lockdown had been removed. On the plus side in meant that nobody would notice that she wasn’t in her room along with Kirsty and the guards wouldn’t have rotated out. It did concern her that perhaps Elizabeth had moved up the timescales of her plan and that would render any escape plan from Hayley void. She was sitting on the edge of the bed nervously waiting for Constance to return when the door opened and the beautiful young woman returned. “What is the verdict?”
“Don’t worry,” Constance said with a reassuring smile. “Nobody knows that you are here.”

“That’s good,” Hayley replied.

“There is certainly something going on but lockdown is being lifted when the early shift starts in the morning.” Hayley ran through the timings in her head, working out when she had to make a move. Probably in a couple of hours. Constance was stripping off her dress as Hayley was playing out what could happen in her head. “You alright?” Hayley nodded as Constance sat down on the bed next to her. “Any ideas on how we can kill some time…”
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Several hours later and if she was being honest, an enjoyable time later, Hayley knew that it was now or never. “No one is going to come save your ass, time to stop being a damsel in distress,” she whispered under her breath. Once again, she slipped out of Constance’s bed, this time without rendering the young woman unconscious using chloroform and began to get ready. As quietly as possible Hayley put her own dress back on, but put on Constance’s down jacket and checked the pockets, the card wasn’t there. A worried glance around the room identified that the card was lying on the bedside table and wondered how it had managed to get there given the frantic nature of the way that they had entered the room. Thankfully the room was carpeted so Hayley was able to retrieve the card without too much noise and not wake Constance, the young woman didn’t move a muscle. Grabbing Constance’s belt and her own shoes Hayley opened the door and exited the bedroom into the corridor. Pausing to take stock Hayley put on her shoes and clipped the belt in place and strode along the corridor with purpose, like she belonged and had a reason to be there. The security office was located on the upper floor at the other end of the corridor from the secure wing where the guest rooms were. Elizabeth Crawford had it moved When she stopped outside the security office Hayley was careful to angle her head so that the camera positioned outside the door wouldn’t get clear look at her face. Using Constance’s card Hayley unlocked the door to the security suite and slipped inside. It was the first time that she had been in this room, well it was really two rooms with a large opening between them. The room that she was in just now had a small kitchen for making tea and coffee plus a couple of seats, a table plus some down jackets hanging on pegs and handily Hayley thought, some supplied on shelves. Through the gap Hayley could see that room was dominated by a bank of security screens at a large desk. Sitting in a chair looking at the screens was Tahani, although she wasn’t giving it her full attention, that was split between the screens and a laptop computer that was open to Tahani’s right.

“Hello Constance,” Tahani said, still with her back toward Hayley, obviously unconcerned about someone just popping in. “What brings you here?” Hayley didn’t reply but made her way toward the unsuspecting woman whilst pouring chloroform onto a cloth. “Not, that I am complaining as it can get boring up here on the night shift. I doubt that Annika will pop in as it’s against the rules,” Tahani said that last bit in a very bad German accent.

As quietly as possible Hayley crossed the room and snuck up behind Tahani who still hadn’t turned round, the only sound was the soft ruffling of fabric from her shirt and down jacket. “I just couldn’t sleep,” Hayley commented. “But that won’t be a problem for you.” Tahani tensed but hadn’t noticed the danger until it was too late; Hayley rammed home her advantage by grabbing Tahani just under her breasts with her left arm and clamping the chloroformed soaked cloth over Tahani’s nose and mouth. Tahani tried to twist free of Hayley’s grasp, but found her efforts thwarted as the arm that encircled her waist not only pinned her to the seat but prevent Tahani from raising her arms to lash out. Hayley also had the advantage of both surprise and leverage as she was in the standing position. Hayley could sense that Tahani had held her breath, desperately tried not to inhale the fumes given off from the chloroform. Hayley didn’t panic and bided her time, waited for a moment, Tahani would have to breathe eventually but to speed up the process Hayley used the arm wrapped around Tahani’s waist to force the air from her lungs. Tahani gasped as the air was forced from her lungs, the sound dampened by the thick cloth over the lower half of her face and involuntarily took a deep breath, drinking deeply of the drug on the cloth. Over the next thirty seconds Hayley could sense the fight drain from Tahani as she continued to inhale the fumes, her muscles started to relax as the chloroform did its work. As the fight drained from the woman Tahani made a last desperate to reach for something on the desk, but weakened and disorientated by inhaling the chloroform fell short. Hayley looked at what Tahani had reached for and noted it looked like some short of alarm button. After that Hayley felt Tahani’s body go limp but held the cloth tight for another couple of seconds. Finally, satisfied that the woman was helpless, Hayley released her grip and let Tahani slide to the floor. Hayley looked at all of monitors and there was no sign of any movement, well it was that time of night. All Hayley had to do now was secure Tahani and hope that the roving guard, Annika, didn’t turn up.

“Why should I put a diaper on her?” Hayley asked. “Because she would do the same to me,” Hayley replied answering her own question. Deciding that it would be easier to do this without the dress on so Hayley stripped off Tahani’s dress and dumped it in the corner. That was a lot harder than it was dealing with a woman that was dead weight. Fortunately, there were loads of items around that could be used for securing a woman. Firstly, Hayley grabbed a compression sack and ripped the restraining bag from within it, opening it fully then leaving the bag to loft up a bit. Then Hayley took a pair of cuffs and secured Tahani’s wrists together in front or her. Although Tahani was out it never hurt to be careful. Next Hayley slipped off the woman’s underwear and tights and replaced it with a diaper. Looking around for her next piece of binding equipment Hayley noted a roll of duct tape and decided that she would use that. Before using the tape to bind Tahani’s legs Hayley put the tights back on the woman. They starting at the ankles Hayley wrapped the tape around both Tahani’s legs all the way up to the knees before stopping and repeating the process from just above Tahani’s knees to the top of her thighs. Satisfied that the legs were secured Hayley propped Tahani up and wrapped the tape around her body and arms a dozen times so that her arms were secured to her body. Leaning over Hayley dragged the restraining bag over so that it lay next to Tahani and then rolled the woman onto the open restraining bag and they stood up. After taking a break and some deep breathes Hayley flipped the top of the bag over Tahani and secured her inside. There would now be no escape for the woman. Finishing off by popping a wadded-up cloth into Tahani’s mouth and tying a folded scarf over the mouth to keep it in place Hayley glanced around quickly and found what she was looking for, Tahani’s security card and dropped it into her bra to keep it out of sight and secure. “So far, so good,” Hayley said quietly before glancing at the clock in the room. Although there was nobody watching the monitors Hayley knew that she couldn’t afford to waste time. Who knew what would happen during the night? As she was about to leave the room something popped into her head and she scanned the security room again. When her eyes landed on the holdall she smiled and picked it up, emptying the contents onto the floor. Next Hayley headed straight for her room and once inside made straight for the down filled cocoon containing Kirsty. Hayley leaned over and gave Kirsty the thumbs up before locating the central zip on the external restraining bag and pulling it all the way down to the bottom. It took longer than you would have thought but eventually Kirsty was freed from the bags and all of her bindings.

“All going to plan so far?” Kirsty asked as she slipped off the down suit and through it away. Hayley nodded as she hurried around the room, throwing her street clothes into the holdall that she had taken from the security room.

“Get dressed and be ready when I get back with Constance.” Kirsty nodded as Hayley handed her the card that she had taken from Tahani. “This should come in handy later.” Kirsty nodded and then went to grab a dress from the wardrobe.

“Good luck,” Kirsty said as Hayley headed for the door. Although Hayley knew that nobody was watching the monitors, she was still fearful of being jumped as any time and was anticipating the application of a sweet-smelling cloth over her nose and mouth at any second. But thankfully she managed to make it back to Constance’s room unmolested. Fortunately, when Hayley entered the room Constance was still fast asleep in the bed. Hayley slipped off Constance’s jacket and belt and left them close enough to where they had fallen earlier. Now it was time to wake up Constance.

“Hey sleepyhead,” Hayley whispered softly into Constance’s ear whilst gently shaking her shoulder.

“Whaa…uumm,” Constance muttered as she came to and rolled over onto her back.

“You are dressed,” Constance said sleepily, stretching out her arms.

“You looked content. I wanted to give you as much rest as possible,” Hayley replied with a smile. “Now, get up and dressed,” Hayley threw back the duvet, “as we need to get me back to my room and restrained before I am missed.”

“Alright,” Constance conceded as she got out of bed. Hayley went to the bathroom to use some mouthwash and clean her hands as Constance got organised.

“Put a diaper on,” Hayley called from the bathroom. “It makes me hot thinking of tearing one off you.” Hayley looked at the herself in the mirror, not liking that she was lying to and taking advantage of this young woman. Hayley ran the cold tap and splashed water on her face a couple of times, trying to regain her focus, telling herself to focus on the goal. Grabbing a towel to dry her hands Hayley exited the bathroom and found Constance wearing nothing but a bra, suspenders and a well applied diaper. “Looking good?” Constance asked. Hayley nodded. “Help me get the dress on.” Constance slipped on the dress and spun around to let Hayley zip her up.

“What about the cameras? Hayley blurted out suddenly, trying to act the part.

“I wouldn’t worry,” Constance started. “Tahani is on tonight and she will be to distracted watching something online to keep a proper track of what is going on. I also doubt that unless something happens that anybody will bother to check the footage.” Hayley swallowed hard and then put on a forced smile.
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An island in the Mediterranean

They walked in silence along the corridor Hayley was nervous. She liked Constance and if things continued to go in her favour for the remainder of the night the young woman would have to face the consequences of her actions. It was something that weighed heavily of her mind. They got to the door and Hayley waited as Constance used her card to disengage the locks. Hayley giggled and nudged Constance slightly so that she could get into the room first and block Constance’s view of the empty bed where Kirsty should be lying encased in a down cocoon. “Let’s get you secured and comfy,” Constance commented.

“You just want me to take my clothes off again,” Hayley said with a mischievous smile on her face. As Constance was about to look around the room and note the empty restraining bags where Kirsty should have been encased Hayley had to distract her. So, without warning Hayley lunged forward and slipped both arms around Constance’s waist, pulling her in tight against her own body, crushing the billowing skirts of their dresses as she did so, spinning her round so that Constance now faced the door and her back was to the rest of the room. Before Constance could object Hayley pressed her own lips against the young woman’s and started to kiss her. There was some resistance at first but eventually Constance’s lips parted and allowed Hayley to slip her tongue inside Constance’s mouth. Totally distracted Constance didn’t Kirsty creeping up behind her after slipping out of the bathroom. “Look, we probably should both get some sleep,” Constance said.

“I am really, really sorry about this,” Hayley said as she took each of Constance’s hands in hers.

“What? Kissing me. No need to apologise, I enjoyed it.” There was a beaming smile on Constance’s face.

“No, not the kiss,” Hayley replied with a genuinely heavy heart. “The whole chloroform-soaked cloth and rendering unconscious thing.” A perplexed look came across Constance’s face until at the last second the young woman seemed to sense something was wrong, whether by instinct or the look on Hayley’s face, and spun her head around but at that instance Kirsty pounced and slapped a cloth over the Constance’s nose and mouth. Kirsty wrapped her left arm around the young woman’s body pinning her tight against the down filled jacket that covered her own body to lessen the impact of any struggling whilst simultaneously pressing the cloth over the lower half of Constance’s face smothering it over her nose and mouth. Hayley had grabbed both of Constance’s wrists to prevent the young woman from using then to flail at Kirsty’s grasp or dislodge the cloth pressed over her nose and mouth. Constance knew what was going on tried to break free. The three women in large dresses were locked in a battle. Constance trying to break free and retain consciousness and Kirsty and Hayley trying to put her to sleep. “Don’t worry Constance, nothing bad will happen to you. I promise,” Hayley tried to reassurance Constance but the look of betrayal in the woman’s eyes hurt her deeply. “I will explain later how this is all for the best.”

Instantly panicked by the cloth placed over her mouth Constance reacted by trying to scream for help but the sound was effectively muffled by the soft thick cloth that Kirsty had pressed over her face. Constance was torn as her feelings for Hayley meant that she wanted to trust her but she was also part of Elizabeth Crawford’s organisation and had a job to do, one that she actually agreed to do and was committed to for the first time in her life so she had to see it through by trying to get out of that situation. Constance did wonder what Hayley and Kirsty were up to and why they had decided to attack her now. Even if there was someone close enough to her Constance, the cloth being held over her nose and mouth would effectively muffle and sound. Even if Hayley hadn’t have told her they were chloroforming her, Constance would have easily identified the pungent sweet-smelling aroma coming from the cloth. Constance knew that the fumes would soon start to have an effect, unfortunately she hadn’t had the chance to hold her breath before the cloth had been applied. If that cloth was still over her nose and mouth for another thirty seconds it was over, she wouldn’t be unconscious by the game would be over. Kirsty and Hayley knew what they were doing so it was not going to be easy, so Constance threw all of her effort into fighting off Kirsty and Hayley. All of that effort proved futile as Constance began to notice that her arms and legs were starting to feel numb and her strength was ebbing away, her efforts to break free became feeble with every passing breath so knowing that it was finished Constance stopped struggling and accepted her fate, taking steady even breathes and inhaling deeply, taking in the chloroform fumes knowing that soon she would slip into unconsciousness. The smell, the fumes were overpowering and now she had stopped struggling, her strength gone, Constance felt her eyelids getting heavier and it was an immense struggle to keep them open. All the fight drained out of her as Hayley let go of her wrists and her arms dropped uselessly to her sides. The last thing she saw before her eyes closed to sleep was Hayley offering silent encouragement with a reassuring smile. It said don’t worry everything will be fine. One last breath and then darkness engulfed her. Kirsty lowered Constance gently to ground careful to make sure the cloth remained secured over Constance’s nose and mouth so that she would receive the full effects of the chloroform and stay unconscious for longer.

“We need to move quickly now,” Kirsty stated.

“Let’s get her stripped and on the bed.” Between them Hayley and Kirsty managed to extricate the unconscious Constance from her dress, not as easy as you would have thought, then lift her onto the bed.

“Good girl,” Kirsty commented as she noted that Constance was wearing a diaper.

“You do what you have to do and I will get her suited and tied.” Hayley nodded a thanks and headed out of the room and back into the corridor, all the time keeping her head on a swivel for potential threats. Cautiously Hayley walked toward the room that she was looking for, not sure whether her sense of caution was due to the circumstances or who she was about to see again. Taking the security card from the pocket of her down jacket Hayley disengaged the lock and entered the room. The room was pitch black as the heavy curtains were drawn and there was no artificial lighting on, there was also no sound. As Hayley edged closer to the bed the outline of the large down cocoon came into view, the closer Hayley edged she became aware of light breathing coming from the top of the bag. Leaning over to look at the hood Natalie Twain’s head was framed in blissful slumber by the hood of the restraining bag. Hayley began to gently tap Natalie’s forehead until she began to show signs of stirring, then Natalie’s eyes sprang open in shock.

“MMUUPPHH!” Natalie screamed in, her gag catching most of the noise. In response Hayley put her finger to her lips and then started to unzip the external restraining bag. Once that had been fully loosened Hayley pulled it from the bottom and due to the smoothness of the fabric it slid easily off Natalie to expose the internal restraining bag. Hayley climbed onto the bed and pulled down its central zip and with a little help from the bemused Natalie managed to extricate the bound woman from the second bag exposing the securely bound form of Natalie wearing a lovely down suite. “UURRPPHH HHUURR.”

“Prison break if you are up for it,” Hayley said guessing the question that Natalie was asking. As she tackled the task of removing the straps from Natalie’s legs she continued to talk. “Thought it was time to take positive action, stop waiting to be rescued.” The last strap came off. “Kirsty and I sort of have a plan.” Despite the darkness Hayley caught the look on Natalie’s face. “I know what you are going to say but she is one of the good guys. I needed help and we have a plan…of sorts.” Hayley helped Natalie up and set about the straps around Natalie’s body. “We are going to steal Elizabeth’s boat and make our escape.” Hayley then removed the padded cuffs and finger control mitts which allowed Natalie to reach around and undo the buckle that held the heavy gag in place.

“Do you have a key for the boat?” Natalie asked as she worked her jaw.

“Ah, not yet,” Hayley had to concede on that point. “Anyway, let’s head to our room and go from there.” Natalie didn’t see how her position could get any worse so launched herself up off the bed. They carefully made their way back along the corridor to Hayley’s room there was an awkward silence between the two friends. As they entered the room then found Kirsty hunched over Constance wafting smelling salts under the young woman’s nose. The anxious look on Kirsty’s face betrayed the tension that they were all feeling. The relief palpable when Kirsty identified who had entered the room.

“Oooohhhh,” Constance moaned as she started to regain her senses. Kirsty turned and took a couple of steps toward Hayley and Natalie. Kirsty and Natalie exchanged a frosty glance and a nod in greeting.

“You pair need to put your differences to one side for however long it takes to get off this island,” Hayley had a hard edge to her voice, “otherwise we will all be celebrating our fortieth birthday in restraining bags.”

“What?” Constance said form the bed as she started to regain her senses.

“Kirsty, gag Constance so that she can’t call for help.” Hayley could see Kirsty’s shoulders slump at this idea but they all knew that it had to be done so Kirsty grabbed a bag and made the short journey back to the bed and stood in front of the younger woman. Constance watched on almost in fascination as Kirsty delved back into her bag and from it produced a handful of fabric and a bag of cotton wool, dropping it onto the table. Kirsty then helped Constance into a sitting position. “Would it help if I promised to be quiet?” Constance asked.

“I trained you better than that,” Kirsty said sternly. Constance watched as Kirsty selected a white cloth and scrunched it up in her left hand.

“Open wide.” Constance really didn’t see any other option so complied with the instruction and Kirsty took her opportunity and stuffed the cloth deep into Constance’s mouth, filling it completely. Constance moaned and glared in indignation as Kirsty went back to the table but didn’t attempt to expel the cloth from her mouth. Constance watched on thinking what was next as Kirsty picked up the bag of cotton wool and a silk scarf before walking back across to where Constance sat bound on the bed, whatever it was it wasn’t standard training. Kirsty into the bag of cotton wool pleats and produced a large wad which she placed at the centre of the silk scarf that had been folded into a wide band. Kristy picked up the scarf and centred the cotton wool over Constance’s packed mouth and held it in place whilst she took both ends of the scarf and walked behind Constance who felt the cotton wool compress as the two ends of the scarf were tied together, eliciting a muffled groan from Constance before securing the scarf with a knot. Then Kirsty picked up another cloth and folded it into a pad, placing it at the centre of another folded scarf. Constance’s eyes widened at the sight but Kirsty just shrugged as she lined up the folded cloth up with where Constance’s mouth would be and placed it over where the cotton wool was and then tied the silk scarf behind Constance’s head, very tightly keeping, viciously compressing every other part of the gag, keeping everything snugly and securely in place. Constance winced as the second scarf was tightened, encasing and compacting all of the material over her mouth. What was this Kirsty doing? This gag was far more than was required to stop her from calling for help from anyone outside, in fact Constance doubted she could make a noise that would be audible to someone even five yards away. Seemingly satisfied with her handiwork Kirsty packed everything that was on the table back into a bag.

As Kirsty performed her task Hayley turned to her friend. “Natalie, I want to explain…” Hayley began before Natalie held up a hand to stop.

“Escape now, discussions later.” Hayley signalled for Natalie to follow her and they walled across to the wardrobe, which Hayley flung open. Hayley handed Natalie a dress. “It is one of Kirsty’s but should fit.”

“How many of these do you have?” Natalie asked.

“Um, three each,” Hayley responded sheepishly. “Can you manage on your own?” Natalie nodded in the affirmative and Hayley went and stood in front of the freshly gagged Constance. “Look Constance we are going to get off this island.”

“We are taking you with us,” Kirsty interjected. “We think that you are a good kid who had just fallen off the correct path.”

“Just relax and don’t resist and things will go fine,” Hayley said as reassuringly as possible. “You understand why we have to restrain and gag you?” Constance nodded her head but the look in the young woman’s eyes was off betrayal and hurt. There was an awkward silence until Natalie joined the group.

“Do you have a note of who is here?” Natalie asked.

“Jasmine Lockspeiser, Lara Sanchez, Raquel English, Elise Rodgers, the Russian agent, that girl Alessandra Ambrosio…” Hayley trailed off. “I am sure that someone else arrived recently, someone random.”

“So not Ellen McArthur then,” Natalie said.

“She has doubts about the whole sailing away from the island thing,” Hayley explained to a bemused Kirsty. “No,” Hayley said turning back to Natalie and trying to ignore the sarcasm in Natalie’s voice. “There is also a woman called Penelope on the island that Jaclyn sent to try and infiltrate Elizabeth’s organisation.”

“What!” Kirsty and Natalie exclaimed.

“Who is she?” Kirsty asked.

“Can we trust her?” Natalie chimed in.

“Yes,” Hayley said to Kirsty before turning to Natalie.

“What’s her story?” Natalie asked. Hayley took a deep breathe.

“Escape now, questions and stories later.” Hayley stated. “I thought that was the plan.” Natalie and Kirsty both nodded.

“So, who do we take with us?” Natalie asked.

“That is a good question,” Kirsty stated.

“Just the good guys,” Hayley commented. “So, Jasmine, Lara, Elise, Penelope and Alessandra.”

“That is a lot of people,” Kirsty commented.

“I am not leaving any innocents behind.” Kirsty looked at Natalie.

“You won’t change her mind.” Kirsty shrugged.

“Well, enough talking, we really should get moving.” Hayley looked down at the bound and gagged figure of Constance on the bed. “Now, decision time. We are getting off this island Constance. You can let us chloroform you and you can stay here or we can untie your legs and you can come with us all peaceful and quiet. Do you want to come along?” There was a pause before Constance nodded. Kirsty had to admit that she was glad that Constance had taken that option.
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An island in the Mediterranean

Hayley was still glancing back into the room so wasn’t looking forward and barged straight into Kirsty who had stopped in a yard into the corridor. They had decided that Kirsty with the best knowledge of the house should led the way with Hayley following behind carrying the bag with Natalie bringing up the rear escorting Constance. Hayley was about to make a comment but followed Kirsty’s gaze to find Louise Williams standing right in the centre of the corridor staring straight at them, she was wearing a dress in a lovely shade of purple with a matching short down jacket above. Now, this wasn’t in the plan. A stand-off ensued for what seemed like a couple of hours but what was actually thirty seconds before Louise did something that neither Kirsty or Hayley expected. Slowly Louise reached for the belt around her waist with her left hand, undid the buckle and let it slide to the floor. “What’s going on?” Natalie hissed from behind Hayley and Kirsty. Hayley turned her head around and nodded in the direction of where Louise was standing. Next Louise turned around and dropped to her knees before putting her hands behind her back in a show if surrender. Kirsty looked at Hayley and mouthed ‘What is going on?’ Hayley really didn’t know how to reply and shrugged. Hayley knew that this was too good an opportunity to turn down and hurried across toward Louise whilst pulling a length of cord from one of the pockets on her own belt. Going down on one knee Hayley quickly bound Louise’s wrists together before the woman had a chance to change her mind.

“What are you playing at?” Hayley whispered into Louise’s ear.

“No chloroform, we have to talk,” was all that Louise said.

“You realise that I have to gag you,” Hayley said. Louise just opened her mouth to await the packing, now perplexed at what Louise doing, Hayley went into autopilot stuffing a cloth into Louise’s mouth before tying a silk scarf over Louise’s mouth in order to prevent the stuffing from being spat out. Hayley turned around to find Kirsty and Natalie now hovering a couple of steps away unsure on how to proceed. The intervention of Louise into their plan had certainly thrown them out of step. “Let’s get back to our room and work out what is going on,” Hayley said before helping Louise to her feet. The group then made their way back to Hayley and Kirsty’s room, where Natalie was still holding the door open with one hand to allow them all to enter. Hayley led Louise over to the other bed, the bed that didn’t have a bound and gagged Constance lying on it. “Sit down,” Hayley instructed Louise, who did as she had been asked, which allowed Hayley to bind the woman’s ankles together with another length of cord. After checking that the bindings were secure Hayley left Louise and went to stand with Kirsty and Natalie.

“So, what do we do now?” Natalie asked.

“We should hear what she has to say,” Kirsty said.

“Why?” Hayley commented. “Can we really trust her?”

“That is a good question,” Natalie commented and crossed her arms.

“There is one really big benefit of hearing what she has to say. If she gives us her access code then I can get into the security system,” Kirsty commented before looking over her shoulder to where Louise sat on the bed. “Which would give us an advantage.” Hayley looked at Kirsty and nodded.

“Whatever happens it need to be quick as we can’t afford to waste time,” Hayley said. Kirsty nodded and hurried over to Louise.

“I am going to take that gag off so no shouting.” Louise gave a single nod to confirm that she understood and Kirsty removed both parts of the gag that Louise had been wearing. “What is your password for the security system?” Kirsty asked.

“Before we go into that we need to make a deal,” Louise stated.

“I knew this would be a waste of time,” Natalie commented. “Let’s just use the chloroform and leave her here.”

“That won’t get you off the island,” Louise said and locked stares with Natalie. “I assume that none of you can fly. I can’t see you being able to force the pilot to fly the plane, even if it was fuelled. That leaves two options, swim or boat, unless you can walk on water that is.” Hayley, Natalie and Kirsty all glanced at each other. “Once again I assume that none of you can sail.”

“Don’t have to sail. It’s got engines,” Hayley commented.

“Yes, but can you navigate or read charts.” Louise smiled knowing by the look on the faces of Hayley, Natalie and Kirsty that she had hit home. “You hadn’t thought of that, had you?” Hayley had to admit that they hadn’t actually thought of that.

“I suppose that you do?” Kirsty asked.

“No, but I know someone that does,” Louise replied.

“The captain of the boat?” Hayley commented sarcastically.

“No,” Louise replied with a smile. “But that’s as far as I go.”

“What would you like for this information?” Hayley asked.

“I want to come with you. Look, I never really wanted to be rescued by Elizabeth Crawford. “Blondie here,” Louise nodded toward Hayley, “didn’t really give me an option.” Natalie and Kirsty both gave Hayley a look. Hayley just shrugged her shoulders. “I was happy to serve out my sentence then retire from the business. If you take me back, I will happily submit to whatever you want me to do.”

“What if Elizabeth catches us?” Natalie asked.

“Yes, Constance over there has an excuse but you have freely surrendered offered to help us,” Kirsty commented.

“I will take my chance,” Louise replied. “I believe in you.” Hayley looked at Kirsty who shrugged and then Natalie who did the same thing. Looks like the decision had been made.

“Looks like we have a deal then Louise,” Hayley said. “But you do realise that we can’t make any promises on sentences or future charges.” Louise nodded.

“I would shake your hand but…….” Louise replied indicating toward her bound wrists. “Anyway, you will have heard about those two young women that washed up on the beach.” Hayley and Kirsty both nodded. “Well, one of them, Scarlett is an experienced sailor with knowledge of the waters in this area. I am sure that she could skipper the cruiser to wherever you want to go.” Kirsty turned around and smiled at Hayley and Natalie. The plan had just come together.

“You take Natalie and find Scarlett and I will stay here and take care of Louise,” Kirsty said to Hayley. Then turning her attention to Louise. “I am going to gag you first and then we can take care of everything else. Louise turned to look at Constance who was lying bound and gagged on the other bed Louise with her head on one of the pillows.

“Gagged like that?” Louise asked.

“Exactly like that,” Kirsty replied. “Heavily gagged to make sure you don’t call for help.”

“Wait, I did promise….”

“You promised to do anything that we asked,” Kirsty interrupted. “This is what I am asking.”

“Didn’t you want my access code to the security system?” Louise said, slightly tilting her head to one side.

“Indeed,” Kirsty replied. “You are still getting gagged afterwards.” Louise sighed and accepted what was coming then gave up her access code. Just as that exchange finished Hayley and Natalie left the room to go and find Scarlett. Louise’s eyes were drawn to that movement over Kirsty’s shoulder and when Louise’s gaze returned to Kirsty, Louise found that the woman was holding a wadded-up cloth in her right hand. “Open wide.” Louise kept her word and complied with the instruction and Kirsty took her opportunity and stuffed the cloth deep into Louise’s mouth, filling it completely. Louise moaned and glared in indignation as Kirsty, who seemed to be enjoying this a bit too much, went across to the bedside cabinet and returned with a handful of other gagging material. Louise watched on thinking what was next as Kirsty delved into a bag of cotton wool pleats and produced a large wad which she then placed at the centre of the silk scarf that had been folded into a wide band. Kristy picked up the scarf and centred the cotton wool over Louise’s packed mouth and held it in place whilst she took both ends of the scarf and leaned around to tie it at the back of Louise’s head who felt the cotton wool compress as the two ends of the scarf were tied together, eliciting a muffled groan from Louise as the scarf was secured with a knot. Then Kirsty picked up another cloth and folded it into a pad, placing it at the centre of another folded scarf. Louise glared over her gag but Kirsty just shrugged and lined up the folded cloth up with where Louise’s mouth would be and placed it over where the cotton wool was and then tied the silk scarf behind Louise’s head, very tightly keeping, viciously compressing every other part of the gag, keeping everything snugly and securely in place. Louise winced as the second scarf was tightened, encasing and compacting all of the material over her mouth. With that job completed Kirsty patted the front of the gag where all of the padding was. “That should do the job,” Kirsty commented. Louise had no doubt that it would do the job. “Now, let’s get you out of that dress and into a suit.”
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So, it seems that the first stage of Hayleys escape plan worked. I feel a little sorry for Constance though, but just a little. That she feels betrayed is quite understandable.

Also Natalies Reaction is understandable: There must be trust issues on her side. It will be interesting to see if Hayely and Natalie can work that out.

A real surprise: Louise Williams decision to change sides. That will make escape much easier.

But the hardest thing the Girls have still to do: Taking on Crawford - and they are not of the hook, yet.

Congratulations are soon to be in order: Only 100 views and NF 5 will breach the 90000 Views Barrier[mention]mrjones2009[/mention] !!
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Well over 90000 views now! [mention]mrjones2009[/mention] - congratulations! So far it seems, that Hayleys decision to take matters in her own hands has paid off so far. It was a risky game - but the alternatives would have been worse. Maybe we learn at some point what Crawford had in mind for Hayley in the first place.
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Chapter 83

An island in the Mediterranean

This was now getting a bit more complicated and dragging out longer than Hayley had hoped. On the positive side they now had a firm plan for getting off of the island, assuming that they could get the key for the cruiser. They found the room where Callie and Scarlett were being held and Hayley disengaged the electronic lock. “You get these pair and I will go and get Elise,” Hayley hissed at Natalie who nodded a response and pushed the door open. Once Natalie had entered Hayley turned and rushed as fast as the dress would let her to the next room along the corridor, flashed the card and pushed the door open. One entering the room Hayley found Elise sitting up in bed, totally unbound.

“What is going on?” Elise asked rubbing her eyes. “Bit late for one of you to visit.” There was a slight edge to the young woman’s voice that Hayley had to admire. Even after behind held captive for all this time she retained an edge.

“Sorry,” Hayley said as she flipped on the light and the room became filled with light. Elise blinked against the sudden brightness. “My name is Hayley King.” Hayley approached the bed.

“I know,” Elise said. “We met briefly in Austria.”

“I remember,” Hayley replied. “Look, we are making an attempt….”

“You were bound and gagged,” Elise stated as she flung off the covers.

“That isn’t uncommon for me….” Hayley responded with a sigh.

“What’s going on?” Elise asked. “I thought you were the good guy,” Elise looked perplexed. “Are you with Elizabeth Crawford?” Hayley hung her head for a second. To be fair she understood the young woman’s confusion.

“No, well, not exactly…” Hayley stumbled before she caught herself and took a breath. “We are getting off this island. Do you want to join us? I will explain everything on the way.”

“So, you are with the good guys?” Elise asked as she stood up.

“Yes,” Hayley said as she grabbed Elise and ushered her toward the door. “Wait. Do you have normal clothes?” Hayley just clocked that Elise was only wearing a pair of silk pyjamas.

“Yes, I have some things in the wardrobe.”

“Stick them in a bag,” Hayley instructed as she released her grip on Elise’s arm. Hayley could tell that the young woman was confused and reeling from what had just happened.

“I don’t have a bag,” Elise stated as she headed for the wardrobe and flung it open.

“Just grab what you can,” Hayley said, “and do it sharpish.” Hayley tapped her foot as she watched Elise grab what looked like a diary or notebook, a pair of black leggings, a light sweater and a pair of boots before carrying them all over toward Hayley. “Happy?” Elise nodded and they both headed toward the door. After opening it Hayley peered through the gap to make sure that the coast was clear. Thankfully it was and Hayley ushered Elise along the corridor and into the room where what was now becoming a large group was gathering.

“How are you doing?” Hayley asked Callie and Scarlett who were standing next to Natalie. Both women were wearing brightly coloured down suits.

“Fine,” Callie replied.

“Totally confused,” Scarlett said honestly. “What the hell is going on here?”

“Not got time to explain that at the moment,” Kirsty said. “We should really head to the security office now.”

“Agreed,” Natalie said.

“And get Penelope and Jasmine on the way,” Hayley commented.

“What about Lara Sanchez?” Kirsty asked.

“Lara Sanchez isn’t here,” Natalie said to Hayley.

“I heard the guards mention that she wasn’t here anymore,” Scarlett chipped in.

“I heard that she was offered the chance to leave but wanted to stay,” Elise chipped in. “She is over at the seamstress’s house.”

“Well, on her own head then,” Hayley stated. “We do not have the time to go and get her.”

“Let’s go,” Kirsty chided as she headed for the door.

“Alright Kirsty,” Hayley said. “Just wait a minute.” She then turned her attention to Elise, Callie and Scarlett. “We have to go and do something that will help us greatly in our attempt to get off the island but it means that we have to leave you alone.” Hayley looked at each of the three young women in turn, they all looked nervous. “If anyone comes through that door that isn’t us then you have two options, surrender and be restrained again or fight for your freedom. I will leave it to you to decide what to do.” Delivering the speech Hayley lifted her skirt and spun round to join Kirsty and Natalie at the door.

“What about these two?” Hayley spun to find Elise pointing at Constance and Louise both of whom were lying bound and gagged on separate beds.

“They are both securely bound and gagged,” Hayley replied. “Neither of them will cause you any problems.” Hayley pointedly looked at Louise when she said this. Louise just shook her head in response. “You ladies get changed into more suitable clothes if you can find something that will fit in our wardrobe.” Hopefully Hayley had managed to boost their confidence with that little exchange. Kirsty had already checked to make sure that the coast was clear and held the door open to allow Natalie and Hayley to stride into the corridor and head toward the security room.
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An island in the Mediterranean

“Don’t take all day,” Kirsty hissed at Hayley as she hurried across to the bed where Jasmine was entombed in her down cocoon. Hayley waved at Kirsty and Natalie to show that she understood but that this would also take a bit of time. Sitting down on the bed Hayley leaned and saw that Jasmine was actually awake. That would hopefully save a bit of time.

“Remember me?” Hayley asked. Jasmine nodded a response, making a rubbing sound on the smooth fabric of the restraining bag. “Good, well in that case I will get straight to the point.” There was a mixture of fear and confusion in the eyes of Jasmine Lockspeiser as Hayley began to try and explain what was going on. “Look, I know that you probably think that I am one of the bag girls here.” Hayley then read the expression on Jasmine’s face. “Don’t get me wrong, I can understand why you would think that. After all I did assist in your abduction…But, believe me, am I am one of the good girls.”

“Hurry this up Hayley,” Natalie commented form the door. Hayley turned and held up her hands in a placating gesture.

“We are making an attempt to get off the island and we wouldn’t feel right leaving you behind. I know that it would need a leap of trust form your side but do you want to come along?” Jasmine nodded her head vigorously. “Alright then. Let me get that gag off.” Jasmine raised her head to allow Hayley easy access to the buckle which mean that she could remove the gag.

“Thank you,” Jasmine said once the gag had been removed.

“No problem. Now let’s get you out of these bags.”

“Yes,” Jasmine said with a smile. “Although…”

“They are bizarrely comfortable,” Hayley finished the thought with a smile. Hayley managed to unzip the external restraining bag before running to the bottom of the bed and grabbing the foot box and pulling with some force. The smoothness of the fabric helped Hayley in this as it assisted the external bag in slipping off the internal bag. Once the external bag had been pulled off Hayley tossed it to one side and then set about unzipping the internal bag fully so that she could flip it open and had full access to the bound figure of Jasmine. Quickly, Hayley set about removing the strap around Jasmine’s legs. That job done Hayley helped Jasmine to her feet and then hustled her toward the door.

“What about the rest of this stuff?” Jasmine asked referring to the cuffs, finger control mitts and other strap on her upper body.

“We are short on time,” Hayley replied. “I will get the girls to get you out of those.”

“You are asking for a lot of trust here,” Jasmine commented. They had reached the door where Kirsty and Natalie both waited. “You all have on those dresses.”

“I appreciate that I am asking you to trust me but please do.” Jasmine turned and looked at Hayley. There must have been something in her eyes that suggested that she could be trusted as Jasmine nodded her head. The group of four headed back along the corridor. They stopped at Hayley’s room and let Jasmine in to wait with Elise and the rest of the group before the three of them made the sort trip along to the security office.
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“This is taking far too long,” Natalie commented as Hayley used Lousie’s card to unlock the room where they would hopefully find Penelope.

“I told you,” Hayley said as the electronic lock beeped and she opened the door, “not leaving any of the good guys behind.” Kirsty and Natalie sighed as they entered the room. The room was in complete darkness and they all paused as their eyes adjusted. Then a deep moaning came from the direction of the bed and they hurried over. Penelope was lying on the bed, unbound and seemed to be coming around from either a deep sleep or forced slumber. As Penelope’s eyes opened and then closed before opening wide. With the three sets of eyes looming down on her and being in a state on confusion opened her mouth to scream.

“mmpphhff!” Penelope screamed into Hayley’s hand. She had just clamped it over Penelope’s mouth in time.

“Shush,” Hayley hissed. “It’s Hayley.” The hand remained in place until Penelope took some time to regain her senses. Once she had managed to compose herself Penelope nodded and Hayley removed her hand.

“Sorry about that,” Penelope whispered.

“No problem,” Hayley replied.

“We are getting out of here.” Kirsty said. “Fancy coming along?” Penelope looked from Kirsty to Natalie and then Hayley.

“They are on our side,” Hayley said.

“Let’s get going then” Penelope said and shot out a hand. Kirsty grabbed it and hauled Penelope up off the bed. They group snuck out of the room.

“Two rooms down on the right you will find the rest of the good guys,” Hayley said to Penelope.

“Where are you going?”

“Couple of jobs to finish before we can leave,” Kirsty chipped in.

“Are you sure you don’t need some help,” Penelope offered. Hayley looked at the woman, something was slightly off, she didn’t look quite herself.

“Thanks, but we have this,” Hayley confirmed. “You head off and get ready to leave.” Penelope nodded and headed off down the corridor whilst Hayley, Kirsty and Natalie headed off in the other direction.
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An island in the Mediterranean

“MMMOOAAHH,” Tahani moaned as she saw Hayley, Natalie and Kirsty enter the security office. As Kirsty and Natalie made their way across to the main computer terminal Hayley cross the room to the source of the noise.

“You just lie still and be quiet or the chloroform comes out again,” Hayley said as she loomed over the guard who was lying, struggling against her bonds in the restraining bag. Kirsty sat down at the console and fired up the login screen. “Now, for the real test,” she said flexing her fingers. Having delivered the message to Tahani, Hayley made her way across the room and stood just behind and to the left of Kirsty with Natalie just behind and to the right.

“What are you going to do?” Hayley asked.

“I am going to lock down all of the electronic locks so that only the security cards that we have work.”

“I like the sound of that,” Hayley replied, a wide smile spread across her face.

“Well, that would be the plan.” Kirsty went to work. After bringing up the login screen Kirsty used typed in the details that Louise had supplied then hovered her left index finger over the enter key whilst holding up her right hand with the two longest fingers crossed. Then Kirsty depressed the enter key and the screen went from mainly black to bright blue. “Looks like we are in.” Kirsty then set about selecting menus and going through various sub menus until a plan of the main house came up showing all of the electronic locks.

“How are you getting on?” Natalie asked.

“Almost there,” Kirsty said concentrating fully on the screen and keyboard as she continued to enter commands. Then a plan of the group of cottages at the coast pop up and Kirsty bashed in some more commands. “The only two locks that we can’t hack in the main house are Elizabeth’s room and study as they have good, old fashioned mechanical locks. Also, there is one of the cottages that seems to have its own separate system that can’t be controlled from here.” Hayley and Natalie exchange a glance then looked back at the screen. Kirsty punched in some more commends before returning the system to the access screen and pushing the chair back from the table, causing Natalie and Hayley to move slightly to there

“Done?” Natalie asked.

“Should be,” Kirsty said standing up. “That should be all of the locks disabled with the only thing that can open them being the two security cards that we have. I have also reset the password for the system so that only we can get access.”

“That sounds ideal,” Hayley commented.

“Well, I assume that Elizabeth and Debbie,” Hayley gave Kirsty a questioning look, “Debbie runs the IT, have an override code that can reset the system.”

“And they should be locked in their rooms,” Natalie said.

“Well, Debbie will be. It would depend if she has some kind of access to the system in her room, whether that be a terminal, via laptop or mobile.”

“Can you shut down the mobile signal and Wi-Fi from here?” Natalie asked.

“Good idea,” Kirsty said “However, different system so we would have to go to the basement, I think. Probably with a baseball bat or something else heavy and cause some damage.”

“No time for that I am afraid,” Hayley replied before turning her attention back to Tahani. “Comfortable on the floor?”

“MMOOHH,” Tahani replied.

“Would you prefer lying on a bed?” Tahani nodded in the affirmative. “Well, if you promise to behave, we will take you back to our room.” Tahani nodded again. With some help from Kirsty, Hayley managed to lift Tahani and between them they carried her, still in the restraining bag along the corridor and into Hayley and Kirsty’s room. As they entered the room, they got quizzical looks from Elise, Callie and Scarlett. They ignored them and carried Tahani across to the bed and placed Tahani down next to Constance. Penelope was sat on the floor with her head in her hands.

“I really need to work on my core,” Hayley said as she stretched out her back. As Hayley reached for the ceiling, she looked at the Elise and noted that the young woman had changed into the clothes that she had taken from the wardrobe in her own room. Callie and Scarlett had also found clothes and got changed out of the down suits.

“Are you alright Penelope?” Natalie asked, noticing the woman on the floor.

“Fine,” Penelope replied. “Just feeling a bit off, discombobulated…” Natalie nodded and turned her attention back to the rest of the group. “Must be the drugs.”

“Just take deep breaths…”

“Wait!” Penelope exclaimed and stood up.

“Will you be quiet,” Kirsty hissed.

“We can’t leave without Grace,” Penelope announced to the room.

“Who is Grace?” Natalie asked.

“The young woman that I was brought here with.” Penelope headed for the door.

“Hold it!” Kirsty said. “I have some bad news. She has already been taken off the island.” Penelope stopped and her shoulders slumped. Hayley approached Penelope and put a consoling hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, we will help you track her down. But we can’t do that if we are stuck on this island.” Penelope nodded her head.

“What do we do now?” Elise asked.

“Now, we go and get Elizabeth Crawford.” Hayley asked.

“What about all of the other guards?” Scarlett asked.

“There should only be one other guard roaming about if we bump into her. The rest are locked in their rooms,” Kirsty said with authority.

“How are we going to get Elizabeth to open the door?” Natalie asked.

“I will sort that out,” Hayley replied but didn’t go any further. Hayley then turned around and removed the bindings securing Constance’s legs together and then helped her up from the bed and onto her feet. “Scarlett, can you handle Constance. She won’t give you any problems. If there are then the chloroform comes out and we leave you hear to her fate.” Constance nodded that she understood. Kirsty picked up the holdall that has been filled earlier and handed it to Callie.

“I have a chloroformed soaked cloth in my pocket. Please, give me a reason to use it,” Natalie said to Louise after removing her leg bindings and helping her off the bed. Penelope got to her feet and moved toward the rest of the group.

“You take the lead Kirsty,” Hayley said and nodded at Elise to go next. Then it was Callie and Scarlett who was escorting Constance, followed by Natalie who was escorting Louise and then Jasmine and Penelope. Hayley took a quick glance around the room taking it all in and hoping that she never saw it again before heading off to be the last person in the train. The troop was spread out as they made their way along the corridor slowly and carefully. They all stopped as Kirsty at the head of the chain reached the door from the secure wing into the main house. Hayley took a deep breath as Kirsty disengaged the lock and opened the door and held it open a everyone else made their way through. After they were all safely through Hayley scanned the way ahead and couldn’t see anything that caused her concern. Kirsty made her way to the front of the line again and took up her position as they all moved off. As they stalked through the building in the dead of night Hayley winced at every sound that they made and jumped at every shadow that moved. However, to her immense relief they made it all the way to Elizabeth

Hayley slipped off her short down jacket and handed threw it to the ground next to the door. She raised her hand to knock on the door before stopping and reaching round and pulling down the zip on her dress enough to let her slip the left shoulder of her dress of and display a little more flesh. After then running both hands through her hair to give her a bit of a ruffled look Hayley knocked on the door. Right after that Hayley turned to Natalie and gave her a quick wink. Nothing happened for what seemed like an eternity then there was a sound of a key being turned and the door opening.

“This had better be importan…” Elizabeth Crawford’s ire trailed off as she saw how was standing on the other side of the door. “Now, this is a pleasant surprise.” Hayley saw the look in Elizabeth’s eyes. The smile was wide and the voice was warm but there was something in the eyes. “What do I owe the pleasure? You, look a little dishevelled.”

“Constance wanted to, well, you get the idea,” Hayley said. “But; she is a girl and I am used to a woman who knows what she is doing.” Elizabeth was wearing a pair of black silk pyjamas and a patterned silk dressing gown was leaning against the frame of the door. Hayley was praying silently that she didn’t step outside the room and take a look around.

“Well, you had better come in then,” Elizabeth turned and left the door open and walked deeper into the spacious bedroom. Hayley followed a couple of steps behind, the only light on in the room was coming from a large standing lamp in the corner. “Take that dress off and get comfortable.” Hayley unzipped the dress, let in fall to the ground and stepped out of it leaving herself feeling exposed in the underwear. “You really are an alluring woman, Hayley. Whether it be those big blue eyes, luscious lips, those shapely hips or those breasts. Truly you are a work of art.” Hayley watched as the Elizabeth Crawford walked toward a chest of drawers, open the top and take something out. “It must be very easy to fall under your spell.” There was something in the way that Elizabeth was talking that made Hayley feel uneasy, well even more uneasy that she usually would in this situation.

“I don’t know what you mean?” Hayley asked.

“I am sure you do.” Elizabeth appeared from the gloom pouring liquid from a glass bottle onto a folded handkerchief.

“I told you there was no need for that,” Hayley nodded at the handkerchief.
“Relax and let’s have some fun,” Elizabeth said putting the top back on the bottle and setting it on the ottoman at the foot of the bed. Elizabeth continued to walk toward Hayley who was frozen in place when Elizabeth walked behind her. “I am not going to put you all the way out, just enough to make you sleepy. I love the whole fluttering eyes thing.” Then the handkerchief was in front of Hayley’s face, closing in. The fumes strong enough that they were invading her senses from inched away. They the damp cotton was over her nose and mouth, blocking out fresh air, forcing the sweet-smelling sedative into her system. “Take a deep breather Hayley, inhale the fumes, I know that you like this, being tied up, being chloroformed,” Elizabeth whispered into Hayley’s ear as she ran a hand over Hayley’s breast. “Just admit it to yourself and surrender.” Hayley moaned softly into the handkerchief and knew that she had to turn the tables soon but Elizabeth knew how to relax you and without even realising it, Hayley had taken enough breathes for the sedative to start to have an effect. Hayley closed her eyes and the slipped her left foot back and wrapped her leg around Elizabeth’s own left leg and then without warning threw her own weight backward, the force and lack of balance took both women crashing to the floor where Hayley’s full weight landed on top of Elizabeth.

“OOUUHH,” Elizabeth cried as she landed on her back. The shock of the fall mean that Elizabeth lost control of her limbs and they splayed everywhere. In a flash Hayley rolled over and locating Elizabeth’s right hand ripped the handkerchief from her grasp and after getting it set in her own hand smashed it over Elizabeth’s nose and mouth. “MMUUMMHH,” Elizabeth Crawford moaned into the handkerchief but Hayley wasn’t in the mood to listen or show any mercy. The handkerchief was going to remain in place until Elizabeth was dosed enough to be docile. Elizabeth shook her head trying to shake off the handkerchief but Hayley kept it in place. It wasn’t even much of a fight as with Elizabeth being winded and Hayley having the advantage of leverage it wasn’t long before Elizabeth’s struggles started to fade and Hayley watched her adversary’s eyes closely and kept the handkerchief in place until Elizabeth’s arms and legs stopped moving and her eyes started to flutter. Then Hayley carefully and slowly removed the handkerchief. Even then Hayley stayed in place, straddling Elizabeth until she was sure that she wasn’t going to be a problem. Hayley noticed that her hands were shaking from the encounter as she stood up and took stock. Looking around Hayley walked over to the door, opened it and let in the rest of the group in.

“Can you deal with Elizabeth?” Hayley asked Kirsty. “There will be supplies over in that cupboard.” Hayley pointed over in the corner.

“No problem,” Kirsty said with a nod. “I won’t ask how you know that.” Before doing anything, Hayley had to rest for a minute, a combination of the adrenaline and the chloroform that she had inhaled had taken a toll. Sitting on the edge of the bed Hayley watched as Kirsty flipped a semi-conscious Elizabeth onto her back and used a pair of leather padded cuffs to secure Elizabeth’s wrists together and then used a strap to lock Elizabeth’s arms to her body. As they would be moving soon Kirsty didn’t bother with binding Elizabeth’s ankles or legs but Kirsty had found a gag and used that to silence Elizabeth before wafting the smelling salts under her nose. Hayley noticed that the room was in total silence whilst this was taking place. As if they couldn’t believe that they had managed to subdue the woman and didn’t want to jinx it by talking.

“UURRPPHH MMHHRR,” Elizabeth grunted as she came back to life, reacting to the strong scent that was held under her nose.

“What about the keys?” Scarlett asked finally breaking the silence in the room. Hayley got up and walked over to where her dress was lying on the floor and put it back on. Callie stepped over and zipped her up before handing her the down jacket that Hayley had earlier left outside.

“Thanks.” As Hayley was getting dressed Kirsty helped Elizabeth onto her feet. “They will be in the safe. Which is behind that picture over there.” Hayley pointed without looking. As she looked around the room Hayley caught Elizabeth’s gaze and they locked eyes for a couple of seconds. There was something in the gaze but Hayley couldn’t work out what it was and didn’t have the time to think about it at this time.

“Found it,” Natalie said as she removed the painting and placed in carefully on the floor. It was a small, rectangular safe with a twelve-digit keypad the only thing on its shiny black surface. “We have an issue,” Natalie commented as Hayley made her way across. “What do you think the code is?” Natalie asked.

“Try 1209,” Hayley commented. Natalie gave her friend a look and then punched in the suggested digits. Hayley turned, looked at Elizabeth and she knew that she had guessed correctly. There was a split second before the red light went out ad the green light came on.

“Your birthday. Really.” Hayley opened the door and looked at what was inside Elizabeth Crawford’s treasure trove. There was a USB drive, a glass bottle of what Hayley assumed was chloroform, a set of keys, a notebook, a passport, a leather-bound book and a satellite phone. Grabbing everything Hayley put everything into the holdall apart from the keys which she tossed to Scarlett and the phone which went into her pocket. “Any of them look like it could be for the cruiser?”

“Yes,” Scarlett sorted the keys until she found the one that she was looking for and held it up. “This is it.” Hayley walked purposefully toward Callie and thrust the holdall at the young woman. “Do not lose this.” Callie nodded. Then Hayley walked over to the bed and hauled Elizabeth Crawford to her feet. “Let’s get moving.” Taking her que from that statement Kirsty headed for the door and everyone fell into line behind. Now it was speed that was the main aim and they hustled through the main hall and out through the door into a clear moonlight night. At the rear of the line Hayley was dragging a reluctant Elizabeth Crawford along until they got halfway down the driveway before stopping.

“Kirsty, Kirsty,” Hayley hissed trying to get the woman’s attention. The request made it up the line and Hayley saw Kirsty signal for the rest of the line to continue and then she came back to join Hayley.

“She causing problems?” Kirsty asked looking at Elizabeth Crawford.

“A bit, but I want to make a call. Can you take her?”

“No problem,” Kirsty grabbed Elizabeth and hauled her away down the driveway as Hayley pulled out the satellite phone. As she walked slowly toward the beach Hayley punched in Christina’s number and put the phone to her ear. It didn’t even ring or go to voicemail, the line was dead. To make sure Hayley tried the number again but got the same result. By the time that Hayley had tried making the calls she had caught up with the rest of the group who had stopped just short of the beach.

“I couldn’t get hold of Christina,” Hayley said to Natalie.

“Time difference. Did you leave a message?” Natalie replied.

“Dead. Didn’t even give me the option. A bit concerning.”

“Who is Christina?” Penelope asked.

“A friend that could help us out,” Hayley replied. “If we can get hold of her.”

“Try Gayle, Rhiannon or Natascha,” Natalie suggested.

“I will once we get to the pier.” It was an awkward journey getting over the beach to the pier but eventually managed to stumble across, Hayley, Kirsty and Natalie having the most issues with their large dresses. Once on the pier they made their way along to the end. As they walked Hayley pulled out the satellite phone and punched in Gayle’s number. This time it rang, and rang until a groggy voice picked up.

“Hello,” it said. Drawing the five letters out like it was a much longer word.

“Gayle? Gayle?” Hayley said excitedly.

“Hayley! Is that you?” Gayle asked on the other end of the line after recognising the voice.
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