short
Hush
Knights City, the Cardinal's Hall, Bondage Con.
Behind the scenes, the Sullivan sisters are preparing for their podium act. Kayleigh is working on her make-up while Maeve sits down idly in her bondage dress. It's called a dress, but actually, it is nothing more than a combination of a hobble skirt and a single glove, being held together in a way that exposes all her private parts.
"Why do they only want to hire me as a submissive? It sucks!"
"Because they know you hate it, and it shines through... That's exciting for the public..."
The Mystery kidnappings
Ok, here's what we know. Over the last five months, three women were abducted from parking lots. They were forced into a van at gunpoint and then chloroformed. As they came by, they found themselves naked and tied up, sitting on some sort of couch with their eyes and mouths taped, and their ears plugged. Two of them said that as they started to try to free themselves, they felt what appeared to be a gun at their temple, and so they remained quiet.
But this is the strange part: nothing happened for the next few minutes. They were not being raped or groped. They just had to sit there. All three have considered that they may have been photographed or taped, but nobody has sent any blackmail notes so far. After sitting there for a few minutes, they were drugged again, and when they woke up, they were back at the parking lot, free and fully dressed, as if nothing had occurred.
All they could tell you about their assailants was that they were two young men wearing dark clothing and ski masks and that a woman drove the van. Am I right so far? Ok, and now you were telling me the case is solved! So what have you got for me?
The rescue attempt
In the garden, Caldera crouched down amidst the bushes and waited. After anesthetizing the dogs she had left the dart rifle behind, planning on moving forward as lightly as possible. It had already grown dark: the old lady seemed to take her time to go to bed.
Through her binoculars, she peered at the old house again. The light was still shining from a single window on the second floor. She would have to wait just a little longer.
She was nervous. Would she be able to find her fellow agent there and if yes: how? In what state? The best she could hope for was that he was kept captive in one way or another. The other scenario made her stomach turn. Taking a deep breath she tried to brush that idea away. She had to behave as a professional! There: the lights were off!
Picking the lock of the basement hatch had been child's play. Once in, she kept quiet for a few seconds, waiting in the dark. After her entrance, she waited for the faintest whimper, a small sign of life, but nothing stirred. Dammit, if he was being held captive, the basement would have been her best guess! Now, she would have to go through the house floor by floor.
Sunny afternoon
With her husband gone for a three-day business trip and their son visiting a concert downtown, Mrs. Hughes had decided to take the afternoon off for sunbathing. She took her bikini top off, leaving it behind on the sofa, and strolled into the garden. It was vast and perfectly secluded.
Ten yards from the house, she sat down in the grass. She lay down on her back and spread her legs, her hands behind her head. The sun shone radiantly, and she looked forward to receiving her husband again with a perfect tan. Music came from the house, through the open slide door, Radio Four. She closed her eyes and drifted away.
After fifty minutes she rolled over for the third time. Lying face-down with her head resting on her folded arms she felt the warmth on her back again as if a soft blanket was covering her from head to toe. Again, she dosed off.
"Hello Mrs. Hughes!"
She was shocked, she had not heard anyone coming! She looked up over her shoulder. Three boys were standing watching her. Two were friends of her son, the third one she didn't recognize. They were dressed in nothing but swimming trunks, and the effect that the near-naked body of their friend's mother had on them was alarmingly obvious.