The case of the missing model Episode 5
By the Masked Writer
Finally, the vehicle stopped and we heard people talking. After a while the back door opened and we could see it was almost dark outside. A group of people including men and women grabbed us and pulled us brutally out of the truck. I could see Jack, Sheila and that blonde girl among them.
Hands visibly used to this exercise, teared up the duct tape that bounded our hands and feeet and we could stand and walk.
Catherine began to talk :
-This is gonna cost you…
One man brutally shut her up with a backhand and she would have fell down if a woman behind her had not caught her arms.
-Shut up ! He said.
I rushed to intervene but four strong hands grabbed my arms and pulled me back. The Jack came to me and punched me right into the plexus. I fell on my knees.
-You shut up until the Masters decides what to do with you ! somebody growled.
I did not know the voice and could not see who, double over as I was, trying to catch my breath, eyes full of tears.
This time the fight had left us and we were literally dragged in an unidentified building.
Inside, we were dragged without too much precaution in a long corridor. I could ear Catherine moaning every few seconds because they were pushing her brutally on the walls. Me, they were more careful and held me solidly. Obviously somebody had warned them that I might fight back.
After a while we got to what looked like shower rooms but no shower. Bare rooms, open on one side, with a drain in the middle.
It took me a moment to understand what it was. Then I saw the hoses on the other side of the place.
Then all the cult members jumped on me and Catherine and litterally tore our clothes from our bodies, until we were both stark naked. Then they pushed us inside two of those sort of alcoves, Catherine in one, me in another and
Two guys picked up two hoses while two girls opened the valves on the wall, spraying us with ice water with such pressure that I was thrown against the wall. I could not stand on my feet and was slipping on the smooth floor like a piece of soap. I could not see Catherine but her screamed told me she fared no better. I don’t know how long it lasted.
After what seemed like forever, two girls came and picked me up by the arms. I could hardly walk. They almost had to drag me in the corridor, up to a cell closed by bars.
I was pushed onto a bunk.
Eventually after many minutes, I gathered enough strength to look around. All there was in the cell was the bunk and a bucket. Walls, floor and ceiling were of the same grey cement. I called Catherine’s name a few time. Eventually a weak answer came from behind the wall on my left. Probably another cell similar to mine.
-How are you ?
It took a few seconds to get and answer.
-I am cold, I am exhausted, I hurt everywhere, I’m scared… And then her voice broke into a series of incoherent sobs.
I would have liked to find some words to reassure her but there just wasn’t any. The truth was, we were completely at the mercy of those peoples. I didn’t believe they could go on with that kind of act very long before getting caught, but in the meantime, we were completely at their mercy.
So we waited. After a certain period of discouragement, my brain started to work again, trying desperately to find a way to escape this place.
My reflexions were interrupted by footsteps echoing in the corridor. Two women dressed in black jumpsuits arrived in front of my cell. On of them opened it with a key and the other one threw what looked like a fabric bag at me.
-“Put this!” she said. At second glance I realized the thing was a sort of loose tunic of blueish-green color. I put it. The sleeveless garment stopped above the knee. With nothing under I felt slightly less naked. I could hear that the same process was taking place in Catherine’s cell.
Once I was dressed, one of the girl ( a tall, athletic African-born in her twenties with a shaved head) told me to come and with walked out of the cell, in the corridor. My other guardian was a buxom Latina of about the same age with long black hair tied behind her head. I followed the tall black girl and the Latina walked behind me. They obviously had done this before.
Once in the corridor I could see Catherine leaving her cell too, framed by two sturdy white women in their forties.
Catherine tried to tell me something but one of her escorts viciously punched her in the lower back, shouting :
-Shut up!
Catherine doubled over with a painful grin. I tried to move to help her but the Latina behind me caught my arm and folded it in a painful, and extremely expert, chickenwing.
The black girl quickly grabbed my throat with a strong hand and immobilized my head. Those girl had hand-to-hand combat training. I suspected ex-cops or ex-military. Realistically, I could not take both of them.
Besides, one of Catherine’s guardian grabbed her arm and straightened her up, firmly but with no more abuse.
So we started walking again. In silence.
Eventually we got out of the building. It was dark. And I could see we were in a sort of compound with many buildings, surrounded by walls. The absence of traffic noise told me we were in the countryside. Probably in the middle of bloody nowhere.
Our guard dogs led us to a luxurious, two floors, mansion in the middle of the compound. A SUV and a limousine were parked in front. When we got cloer, we could hear voices shouting behind the door. We could not make out all the words but some of them we could :
-“Imbecile !”…”Who told you to bring these people here ?” … “They are not of our Church ! People will be looking for them !”… “You will pay for this!”
Finally, the door opened and… Jaks, Sheila and the blond girl who had captured us came out. They did not look at all triumphant like people proud of their achievement. On the contrary, they had their heads down and walked looking down, avoiding people’s stares, their faces flushed.
When they passed us, a voice shouted from inside the house.
-Come in, my friends !”
So we all came in. There was a vast living room with expensive furniture, including a few large sofas and giant TV screen. On one of the sofa a man was sitting down, dressed in an ample white robe. He is very obese, must weigh 300 pounds of flaccid fat. Long hair and beard, obviously colored black. He must be in his late sixties. I recognized him from the photos : “Réal” the Master, the guru of the sect. By his real name Robert Deveaux, an ex used car salesman who pretends having divine revelations many years ago. Standing next to him was a woman dressed in a dominatrix garb. Approximately 5ft 8in. Abundant blonde. Waist wrapped in a leather corset, black mid-thigh boots ending in high heels, a whip in hand, a face that certainly have been beautiful in the past but now rendered mask-like by too many plastic surgeries. The leather corset helped maintaining a good silhouette but thighs and arms were flabby This woman was probably in her late sixties, maybe 70. The hairs were probably a wig. She was the “Mistress”, the guru’s wife and right arm. A.K.A. Donna Sheperd, who used to have a BDSM shop in town, in the past.
Our four guardians left the house, closing the door behind them and leaving us with that rather weird couple.
She was the one talking first. Introducing herself and her husband as “Master” and “Mistress” of the Church of Happiness.
Then “Réal” spoke :
-We are really sorry about what happened to you. I hope we can sort it out, it is all a misunderstanding ! Our well-meaning but incompetent employees mistook you for somebody else. May I inquire about your identity ?
Before I could say anything, Catherine talked :
-I am Catherine Johnson ! Kate Johnson’s mother ! What have you done with my daughter ?
Instantly the faces of our interlocutors changed. Especially the Mistress’s whose face flushed with what looked like a mixture of fear and anger.
-You are Kate Johnson’s mother ! said the Master with a reproachful stare at his wife.
-Yes ! answered Catherine. Where is my daughter ?
-Well ! She is not here ! fused the answered, hissed by the Mistress. At least not anymore ! She left us… A few days ago !
-Then, I suppose you will not have any objections to us searching the place before we leave ?
The couple looked at each other.
-I am not sure we can let you leave… said the Master. You have seen a lot…
-Are you keeping us prisoners ? I asked.
The Master said :
-What an ugly word ! More like guest… and we hope you will eventually join our ranks…
-Dream on ! I said. And Catherine added :
- I’d rather die than join your bunch of fanatic perverts !
Then the Mistress interfered :
-Now that is an ugly attitude… You will need a lesson.
And she hit Catherine in the legs with her whip. Catherine howled in pain. Then I jumped at the Mistress and grabbed her wrist, twisting it and forcing her to let go the whip.
I did not pay attention to the Master but he must have pushed a button because our four guardian angels suddenly came in and there was a scandalized look on their faces when they saw me handling their sacred Mistress.
-Take them ! Screamed the Mistress.
There was no resisting at two against four. We were overpowered in an instant and literally dragged out of the house to our respective cells.
I remembered the shocked, scandalized look on the face of the four guardians when they saw me twisting their Mistress’s arm and I thought I may have made a mistake and we might be in more trouble than I first thought. Seeing one of their gurus losing face could probably not just end there.
The night came. We slept. The next day an amazingly good breakfast was served. Then a plump man in his forties came in my cell and threw me two pieces of garments, saying
-Put these on !
I was actually surprised to realize they where my own black bras and panties, that had been tore from me the day before ! I heard him uttering the same order to Catherine in the next cell and I figured she got her undies back too.
After a while, the man came back. This time, he was not alone. Two sturdy girls and two guys were escorting him. We followed them, being nothing else to do.
Then they lead us to the Master’s mansion.
The vast living room had been redesigned in a sort of mini amphitheater.
The couches were arranged in a semi-circle and a mattress about two inches thick covered the floor in the middle.
The Master and the Mistress were sitting on one of the couches. Also on the couches were the four women who had been our guardians.
We did not know what to expect.
The obese guru finally raised on his feet, rather clumsily and begin talking.
-Both of you dared to raise your hand against the sacred person of my beloved Mistress. This cannot go unpunished !
First we will see how you (he pointed his chubby finger at me) fare against a mere mortal! Consuelo !
At the mention of her name, the buxom Latina raised from the couch and came on the mat, facing me. She then took her jumpsuit off and threw it on the couch, keeping just her bras and panties. She was about my size and must have been about the same weight, 5 ft 5 in. and 130 pds. She was more athletic than I had thought at first. She had a few love handles but her arms and shoulders seemed solid. So did the legs in spite of a little cellulite at the buttocks.
Then the Master turns towards me :
-Get ready to fight !
OK. I got it. So I walked on the mat and took my tunic off, dropping it on the floor. Now I knew why they had brought me my underwear.
-Fight ! said the Master.
The dark-haired girl and I started to circle around each other. I had to be careful : she obviously had some hand-to-hand fighting notions and she was a good 30 years younger than me, probably quicker.
After a while, she made the first move, trying to catch my right arm, I dodged it, barely.
Then she spun around and mule-kicked me in the stomach. I managed to back off enough not to take the full force of the blow because then the fight would have been over. Nevertheless, it was strong enough as it was. Let’s face it : my 56 years-old belly is nothing like an iron-hard six-pack. The pain made me double over, the air rushed out of my lungs and, losing balance, I fell on my derriere.
The young girl was almost on me when I reacted : I caught on of her ankles with my legs and tripped her. She fell on all four and I tried to jump on her but she was quicker than me and slipped of my grip before I could catch her. She tried to get back on her feet so I plunged forward and caught her knees in my arm, trying to make her fall. Instead of what she caught my head between her rather powerful legs. I fell the pressure on my temples but I grabbed her legs, pulled and she fell on her butts, without freeing my head. So I was caught in a perfect head scissor, my forehead rubbing on the mat. I managed to get on all four and she tried to wrap her arms around my upper chest to immobilize me. Doing so, she found herself spreading her knees a little, which allowed me to insert my hands between my head and her legs, releasing the grip slightly. It was enough for me to free my head from the scissor. Then I wanted to jump and pin her but she was more agile and quicker than I thought. She folded her legs and immediately kicked me with both feet in the chest, directly on the breasts. I fell back, blinded by tears of pain and breath taken away by the blow.
In an instant, she was on me and put her hands around my neck, trying to strangle me. At first, I caught her wrist and tried to break her grip but she was strong and, lying on my back, I didn’t have enough leverage. I tried to push her arms apart by hitting them from the inside, to no avail, and I was beginning to grasp for air. Stars dancing in front of my eyes. Then I used my last bit of strength to hit her from both side with my fist, in the lower ribs.
Her cute little face became red as the air was expelled from her lungs and she fell on her side, holding her ribs.
I took the deepest breath I could.
I had to finish her before she finishes me. She was younger and had more endurance. I knew I couldn’t keep up like this for much longer. My hole body felt like it weighed a ton.
So I tried to get up but she was quicker and already up on her feet while I was still on all four. She moved to try to take me from behind but then I saw my chance. When she tried to get behind me I kicked her, right on the side of the right knee. With all the force I still could muster. I could feel bones and ligaments breaking and tearing while I heard her scream in pain. She fell like a rock, holding her knee, writhing in pain.
This fight was over. I won.
Now, what was going to happen next ?
To be continued
