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Frank Cooper’s head felt as though it had been run over by a steam roller. As he tried to open his eyes, he was met with pitch blackness. I’m either blind or there’s something covering my eyes, thought the Detective, moving his hand to rub the back of his head and finding himself unable to do so because it was tied up. As consciousness slowly crept towards him, Frank realized that he was indeed blindfolded and tied up—spread-eagle if he were to hazard a guess—and he had no idea where he was. Judging by the coolness he could feel against his skin, he was also going to put money on the fact that he was pretty much naked, with the exception of a pair of briefs.
He tried to clear his mind enough to remember where he had been immediately before waking up here—wherever ‘here’ was. The last thing he could remember was pulling his car up to his apartment and opening the door to get out. That was the last conscious memory he had before slipping into blackness.
“Don’t bother hurting your little head in trying to figure out where you are and how you got here,” a voice said. “All will be revealed in time. Oh and for the record, you are tied up and blindfolded, but you’re not gagged—yet. That can be remedied immediately if you start making too much noise. Although where you are right now—no one will ever hear you.”
Frank tried desperately to recognize the voice, but it sounded as though it was coming over a speaker system, and that the voice had been put through a scrambler to disguise it. He couldn’t tell if the voice belonged to a man or a woman, whether they were old or young, or what part of the country they were from. In short, he was being held against his will in an unknown location, by an unknown party. The first thing I need to do is to find out what their motivation is—then I’ll have a better idea who’s got me trapped here, Frank thought.
“Can I ask a question?” Frank said to the voice.
“Sure, but I’m probably not going to answer it,” the voice answered.
“Fair enough. Why did you take me here—what is it that you think I’ve done to you?” Frank said. There was no answer forthcoming from the voice. “Seriously, what do you think I’ve done? What crime have I committed?” Frank asked again, this time his voice tinged with panic.
Once again, his question was met with silence, until after a few long minutes, the voice responded: “You destroyed my life, Detective. And now, you’re going to pay.”
“Olivia Spencer, this is crazy!” Doris Wolfe exclaimed. “You cannot keep Springfield’s lead detective tied up and blindfolded in the basement storage area of the Beacon and torture him for your own pleasure, no matter how entertaining it is. You’re going to get caught for this and you’re going to go to jail for a very long time.”
“No, I’m not, Doris,” Olivia replied easily. “Because the Mayor of Springfield is my alibi for the night in question. And I’m going to make certain that plenty of people see me out and about in the next 24 hours, which is about all I’m going to need to make Frank Cooper pay for what he’s done.”
She’s making me nervous…very nervous, Doris thought. I’ve never seen Olivia filled with such venom and hatred before—and it’s all directed at Frank Cooper, who more than likely doesn’t deserve it. But she can’t be angry with Natalia—no, that just wouldn’t do, because Saint Natalia is the poor victim in this tragic play, and of course, she’s completely blameless.
“OK, Olivia, let me try something else with you. Now that you’ve got him tied up and at your mercy, what are you going to do with him? Kill him? Cut his dick off? Seriously, what’s the plan, because clearly, if I’m a participant in this, I need to be clued in,” Doris said reasonably.
Olivia was quiet. The only sound that could be heard in the small room next to Frank’s basement prison was the crackling of fire behind Olivia’s eyes—or at least Doris imagined she could hear her rage burning. I’m used to Olivia raging, screaming, throwing tantrums…but this Olivia is new and different and very, very fucking scary.
“I’m going to make him suffer—physically and mentally. I’m going to make him pay for taking the one person who ever loved me away from me—I’m not sure how that’s going to happen, but I figured between the two of us, we could figure something out,” Olivia said.
“That’s it? Your plan is that you have no plan?” Doris exclaimed. “Oh for the love of Jesus, Olivia, do I have to think of everything?” Doris said as the two women put their heads together and hatched a scheme.
Frank had drifted off again mercifully, panic having shut off his brain more than an hour ago. He had a concussion more than likely, and sleeping was probably the worst thing he could do, but if he didn’t get out of here alive, being in a coma really wasn’t much of a concern.
All of a sudden, Frank felt the blindfold being torn off his face roughly. He opened his eyes and adjusted to the darkness of the room. It was very dark—there were no windows at all, and the door was made of heavy steel that looked as though it could withstand a battering ram pretty well. He cast about the room and found out the identity of his captor.
“Olivia, what the fuck is all this about? Why do you have me tied up here in some basement—haven’t you done enough to ruin my life?” Frank said, incredulous as to why Olivia would feel as though he had harmed her. “You’re the one that stole Natalia from me, and you’ve got her now, so why are you punishing me? What the hell do you think I did?”
“It’s simple, Frankie. You knocked up my girl. Yep, that one night stand you had five months ago seems to have taken form in Natalia’s womb. And she’s so freaked out about it, she’s gone and run away, and no one knows where she is—no one!” Olivia said sharply, as she stalked closer to where Frank was tied up.
What’s that in her hand? Frank wondered. A sharp crack near his head answered his question, as Olivia purposely brought the riding crop in her hand down hard near Frank’s ear. Taking the crop and trailing the tip vertically down Frank’s forehead, past his nose and lips, down his neck and torso, Olivia paused for a long moment in the area above his genitals. Olivia tapped the crop several times on the waistband of his briefs, and slowly inserted the tip of the crop underneath the fabric and slowly ran it down the length of his shaft.
“Oh, Frankie…I think you like Momma’s new toy! Look at your little soldier trying to stand at attention!” Olivia mocked as Frank’s body betrayed him and was making him hard. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as the dungeon type, Frankie, but to each their own,” Olivia said, her breath close to Frank’s neck—so close he could smell her perfume and it was inexplicably arousing him.
“Olivia, come on, now” Frank said, trying to take control of the situation. “What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give you whatever it is you think you need, and we can both go on with our lives like nothing ever happened.”
“It must be nice to live in your world, Frank. I cannot believe I almost succeeded in subjecting Natalia to a life with you, and your boring, plastic world where everyone behaves exactly as they are supposed to and no one is allowed to rock the boat or be different,” Olivia said angrily.
“Olivia, I never said…”
“Shut the fuck up!” Olivia cried, bringing the crop down again hard next to his torso. “You got her pregnant, you’ve been trying to make her feel like a sinning harlot for calling off the wedding, and now you’re turning her son against her. You’re not fooling me, Frank—you don’t care for Rafe. You’re just trying to stay close to Natalia any way you can—to punish her, to win her back—whatever you can do to basically fuck with her. You don’t even know what you’re doing or why you’re doing it, do you, Frankie? Not much for self-analysis are you?”
“Olivia, seriously—I know you’re not going to physically harm me. So what is it that you want?” Frank asked sincerely, hearing the pain in Olivia’s voice and somehow being slightly moved by it.
“You’re going to sign a piece of paper that states that you are giving up all parental rights to Natalia’s child. When she gets back to town, she and I will go to Massachusetts and get married, which will make the child in her womb legally mine when it is born. That’s what you’re going to do, Frankie,” Olivia said menacingly.
“You’re out of your mind, Olivia. I’m not going to sign over the rights to my child. Why would I do that? I love kids, and even if Natalia and I are not married, we can still raise a child together,” Frank said.
“See, that’s just the thing, Frank. Natalia and I both have had enough of you, and we certainly do not want to sign on to a lifetime of co-parenting a child with you. We are both more than capable of raising a child together. And I’m not saying you’ll be out of the child’s life—not at all. You can have regular visitation, and the child will know you as his or her father. But legal decisions will belong to Natalia and to me, as the baby’s legal parents.”
“Olivia, why did you think you needed to hit me on the head, strip me of my clothes, tie me up in some basement somewhere and blindfold me to have this conversation with me? If you think I want to be tied further to Natalia, you are sorely mistaken,” Frank said.
“You’re lying to me!” Olivia shrieked, throwing the crop across the room, bouncing off the nearest wall.
“No, Olivia, I’m not. I would sign over my parental rights, because I know Natalia would never keep our child from me,” Frank said truthfully. “However, there’s the matter of my being held captive against my will. I’m an officer of the law, and you have committed countless felonies tonight, Olivia. No matter what, you’re going to jail. And I cannot, in good conscience, allow my child to be raised by a felon,” Frank said with a sinister smirk on his face.
“You’re going to make me play dirty, Frank, aren’t you?” Olivia said, sweetness dripping from every syllable. “Well, let’s see what I can do to help convince you that my way is really best all around,” Olivia said, slipping a dark hood over Frank’s head.
“What—what are you doing?” Frank said, panic starting to overcome him again.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, Frankie. You’ll probably enjoy it, so relax,” Olivia said, chuckling.
For the next twenty minutes, all Frank heard was the sound of footsteps in and out of the room, and of equipment of some sort being set up. No one spoke, which was odd, and he couldn’t see anything through the hood, which made the whole situation very surreal. Finally, the noises were silenced and in a few moments, he heard only a soft whirr.
Without warning, Frank felt a tongue raking down his torso, causing him to jump. Along the other side of his body, he felt another tongue—there had to be two people here with him—giving his other side the same treatment. Next he felt mouths—two of them—fastening themselves to his nipples. “Fuck—damn—son-of-a-bitch! Olivia, cut it out right now!” Frank bellowed, not wanting to reveal the fact that he was very fucking aroused right now—a fact that was surely not missed by Olivia.
“So, Frankie,” Olivia said from another part of the room, “are you enjoying the treatment that you’re getting from the girls?”
“What! How many girls are here?” Frank asked incredulously.
“Well, not counting me and the Mayor, there are two that are working you over right now. See Frank, I was so sorry about dragging you down here that I wanted to make it up to you somehow. So the girls here are going to give you a night you’ll never forget.”
“Olivia, don’t be ridiculous! I…” Frank was cut off in mid sentence as the hood was partially lifted off of his head and a nipple was rubbing itself all over his lips. Franks’ mouth went dry as all thoughts departed from his head, and he instinctively latched onto the nipple like a life preserver in a stormy sea. The person above him began to moan, and had straddled his hips, grinding down hard on his still brief-enclosed shaft. Frank began to lose it—he was already really, really, really fucking turned on by this whole trippy scene—and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he came in his shorts like a 12-year-old boy.
“You want something, big boy,” a raspy voice said softly to him. “Come on, baby…you know you want it—you know you need it,” the voice continued, and Frank felt a second set of hands on him, relieving him of his underwear, and releasing his shaft from its prison. He then heard the distinct sound of canned whipped cream coming out of a nozzle, covering his dick with the sweet sticky treat.
“Oh yeah—yeah I need it—go ahead—do whatever you want to me! I so need this! Please!” Frank begged to whoever was putting him through this sweet torture.
“And CUT!” a voice yelled out, short-circuiting Frank’s brain, and his arousal. All hands and tongues immediately stopped what they were doing and Frank was totally alone and totally exposed. As the blindfold was once again ripped off of him, he had a dreadful feeling he’d just been had by Olivia Spencer.
“OK boys, that’s a wrap!” Olivia said triumphantly to the two well-built young men wearing leather thongs and nipple piercings—the same two men who had been working Frank over for the past fifteen minutes. Olivia handed each man a packet of money, and they quickly donned their street clothes and exited the room. As Frank looked around, he saw the camera had been “manned” by none other than Springfield’s nefarious mayor, Doris Wolfe.
Olivia quietly went over and untied one of Frank’s hands and inserted a pen into it. She met his glare and put the legal document on top of his stomach, and watched with great satisfaction as he signed his name to it. Doris quickly notarized the document with her official seal, and Olivia proceeded to re-tie Frank’s hand.
“Olivia, you have what you want! What the fuck are you doing?” Frank said angrily. “You now are going to be able to legally adopt my child, and you have a hideous gay sex tape to hold over me for all of eternity. What next?”
“Well, Frank, I can’t exactly let you walk out of here on your own two feet. Your clothes have been burned, and well, Doris and I can’t be anywhere near here when they find you. Oh, and by the way? We both have air-tight alibis, and this sex tape pretty much makes you powerless, so there will be no charges pressed,” Olivia said with a satisfied smirk.
“So how am I going to get out of here?” Frank snapped.
“Well, I’m going to call from one of the rooms right above you and report that I hear strange noises coming from below—something like a gunshot and a moan. Security will call the police first thing—that’s the protocol whenever a gun is suspected of being involved—and three or four of Springfield’s finest will bust right into this room and see you naked, tied up, and a video camera set up. Don’t worry though, Frank—the tape is safe with me—they won’t see that, but they won’t have to. I hear they’re hiring detectives in Oakdale…You may want to give them a call, because you will never, ever live this down. And the further away you are from me and my family, the better I like it. Come on, Doris—let’s blow this joint,” Olivia ordered.
“Aye aye, my captain,” Doris said, winking at Frank. “What can I say, Detective? Olivia Spencer is a force of nature. I wouldn’t cross her again, if I were you.”
“But Doris, I…” Frank started, and was cut off as Doris shoved his briefs into his mouth and the two women walked arm in arm out of the improvised dungeon.