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"Ooooffmmmphhhh!"

"Eeeeeek!"

Dawn and Emily were flung onto a couch with no regard for safety. The girls tumbled in a jumbled mess, scrambling around, trying to right themselves, while simultaneously working to quell the storm of panic at being treated like misbehaved pets.

But just like a pet knowing they behaved badly, the girls squirmed around the couch on their hands and knees, the guilt rising off of them. They shamefully pulled at the hems of their skirts, even as the couch cushions sunk beneath the weight of their palms, throwing them off balance, and leaving them with a continued frustration of disorientation.

The two serious looking men stood next to each other, heads bent inward. Even as they whispered between themselves, they kept their eyes on the squirming girls. Dawn and Emily exchanged glances of their own, all of them rich with worry.

"You... blondie..." the bearded man finally addressed the new guests. His identification of Dawn by her hair color made her feel small and unimportant. She looked at him with defiant green eyes, but quickly lost her nerve and cast them toward her plum fingernails digging into the couch. "Do you want to tell me who you ladies are? And just what the heck you were doing snooping outside of this cabin?" he asked with an arched eyebrow.

Dawn said nothing, curled her fingers nervously.

"I asked you a question!" the bearded man barked as follow up. The sudden explosion of his voice startled Dawn and she could not contain the frightened sob that messily burst from her now trembling lips. She cast one more quick glance at the bearded man's waiting face, quickly looked away again, then gave a quick nod as though to acknowledge that she understood the question. Dawn licked her lips, swallowed, worked to gain mastery of her breathing despite the hammering of her frightened heart, and finally spoke.

"We... we... were... lost. We... I mean... we broke down... we were lost. We broke down... and... and... this place... We were lost... I mean... we broke down, and we had to look for... we were just..." Dawn's stuttering voice choked on her own frustration. She made hand gestures as if it would help explain that it was that simple. They had broken down, and were out searching for help. Their search had led them to this remote cabin in the forest.

The bearded man's eyes narrowed as he studied the blonde woman. She seemed frustrated by her inability to articulate the answer to his question, but it was visible the root of her problem was the primal fear coming off of her.

"She's lying," the frightening hiss came from the dark skinned man. His wicked eyes and sinister grin gave Dawn the creeps.

"Perhaps," replied the bearded man, rubbing an intricate tattoo that covered his forearm. "What about you?" he asked, looking right at Emily. Her eyes were locked with his, but she did not answer. He snapped his fingers *Snap Snap* "You! Aren't you a little far from school?" he chided. Emily blinked once, twice before shrinking down meekly.

"Who? Me? I mean, yeah, what I mean is... well... it's Summer term... I'm only taking a couple classes so... oh this?" Emily realized he was calling her out on her school uniform. She could not restrain the eye roll. Once again, she was being identified by her uniform like it was her main costume. It's not a costume! She yelled inside her head. I have to wear it for school! The bearded man raised an eyebrow, deciding this younger girl was a puzzle. His colleague smiled a vicious smile at Emily and she pulled a little harder on the hem of her skirt. In situations this tense, the assumed modesty and polish provided by sheer pantyhose was all but useless. How do I always get stuck in peril wearing a skirt and nylons. Just ONCE could I get to go sleuthing in slacks? Emily's inner monologue bemoaned her unfair circumstances.

Meanwhile, Dawn had taken advantage of the attention on poor Emily to scan the room for clues with her keen emerald eyes. There on the table in the center of the cabin under the harsh light of a lone hanging bulb was a fancy silver brief case. It was the kind with a high tech locking mechanism or at least it was. Also on the table was a oil soaked tool bag, the contents spilled out as a child might when searching for their favorite toy among so many. The favorite toy in this case was a blow torch. It lay on its side on the table top. The brief case was charred and damaged in what looked like a long and challenging assault. But the case was open, so it was clear who the victor in the battle was. From her vantage point on the couch, she could not see the contents of the mysterious silver brief case, but she felt certain that it had to be the money plates that had recently gone missing in a robbery intervening in their secret transport.

"And just what do you find so interesting lovely lady?" the dark skinned man asked, moving in quickly on Dawn. She shrunk back against the back of the couch, willing her body to meld into the cushions and disappear before he could put his hands on her, but she was too slow. His hand roughly grabbed her chin and violently forced her green eyes to stare into the darkness of his own wild and unhinged gaze. Dawn tried to respond, but his grip on her jaw made it clumsy to speak. She tried to shake her head, but again, he held her so tight it send spikes of pain through her head. Dawn blinked back tears that began to rim her eyes. She hoped it was enough to convey her very simple answer to his violent question. "Nothing."

"Easy there," the bearded man called off his wild companion. The crazy eyed goon snorted and snatched his hand back from Dawn's jaw, causing her head to snap around from his indelicate motion. Her long blonde hair shook loose and pooled around her porcelain face, mercifully hiding the fresh rain of tears that quietly ran rivulets down her pink cheeks.

"I'm sorry ladies, but it just ain't no coincidence that you broke down out here in this forest, and made your way, dressed like that, to this cabin of all places. So I will ask this again, politely, because I'm just that kind of guy, one last time. Which one of you wants to tell me what it is you know, and who it is you work for," the bearded man spoke to the girls with arms spread wide, appealing to their greater sense of doing things 'the easy way.'

Dawn nursed her tears, and Emily tried to soothe the rattled blonde by patting her arm and whispering that everything was going to be okay, and that she was sorry.

"Okay, let's try a different way then," the bearded man sighed after the girls showed no sign of answering his questions the easy way. He seemed genuinely disappointed in their decision. "Grab that rope I brought in from outside. We are going to play a new game," he added cryptically.

To be continued...

(This picture was made in Daz Studio 3.1.2.24 and post-worked in Adobe Photoshop CS2)

Description

"Ooooffmmmphhhh!"

"Eeeeeek!"

Dawn and Emily were flung onto a couch with no regard for safety. The girls tumbled in a jumbled mess, scrambling around, trying to right themselves, while simultaneously working to quell the storm of panic at being treated like misbehaved pets.

But just like a pet knowing they behaved badly, the girls squirmed around the couch on their hands and knees, the guilt rising off of them. They shamefully pulled at the hems of their skirts, even as the couch cushions sunk beneath the weight of their palms, throwing them off balance, and leaving them with a continued frustration of disorientation.

The two serious looking men stood next to each other, heads bent inward. Even as they whispered between themselves, they kept their eyes on the squirming girls. Dawn and Emily exchanged glances of their own, all of them rich with worry.

"You... blondie..." the bearded man finally addressed the new guests. His identification of Dawn by her hair color made her feel small and unimportant. She looked at him with defiant green eyes, but quickly lost her nerve and cast them toward her plum fingernails digging into the couch. "Do you want to tell me who you ladies are? And just what the heck you were doing snooping outside of this cabin?" he asked with an arched eyebrow.

Dawn said nothing, curled her fingers nervously.

"I asked you a question!" the bearded man barked as follow up. The sudden explosion of his voice startled Dawn and she could not contain the frightened sob that messily burst from her now trembling lips. She cast one more quick glance at the bearded man's waiting face, quickly looked away again, then gave a quick nod as though to acknowledge that she understood the question. Dawn licked her lips, swallowed, worked to gain mastery of her breathing despite the hammering of her frightened heart, and finally spoke.

"We... we... were... lost. We... I mean... we broke down... we were lost. We broke down... and... and... this place... We were lost... I mean... we broke down, and we had to look for... we were just..." Dawn's stuttering voice choked on her own frustration. She made hand gestures as if it would help explain that it was that simple. They had broken down, and were out searching for help. Their search had led them to this remote cabin in the forest.

The bearded man's eyes narrowed as he studied the blonde woman. She seemed frustrated by her inability to articulate the answer to his question, but it was visible the root of her problem was the primal fear coming off of her.

"She's lying," the frightening hiss came from the dark skinned man. His wicked eyes and sinister grin gave Dawn the creeps.

"Perhaps," replied the bearded man, rubbing an intricate tattoo that covered his forearm. "What about you?" he asked, looking right at Emily. Her eyes were locked with his, but she did not answer. He snapped his fingers *Snap Snap* "You! Aren't you a little far from school?" he chided. Emily blinked once, twice before shrinking down meekly.

"Who? Me? I mean, yeah, what I mean is... well... it's Summer term... I'm only taking a couple classes so... oh this?" Emily realized he was calling her out on her school uniform. She could not restrain the eye roll. Once again, she was being identified by her uniform like it was her main costume. It's not a costume! She yelled inside her head. I have to wear it for school! The bearded man raised an eyebrow, deciding this younger girl was a puzzle. His colleague smiled a vicious smile at Emily and she pulled a little harder on the hem of her skirt. In situations this tense, the assumed modesty and polish provided by sheer pantyhose was all but useless. How do I always get stuck in peril wearing a skirt and nylons. Just ONCE could I get to go sleuthing in slacks? Emily's inner monologue bemoaned her unfair circumstances.

Meanwhile, Dawn had taken advantage of the attention on poor Emily to scan the room for clues with her keen emerald eyes. There on the table in the center of the cabin under the harsh light of a lone hanging bulb was a fancy silver brief case. It was the kind with a high tech locking mechanism or at least it was. Also on the table was a oil soaked tool bag, the contents spilled out as a child might when searching for their favorite toy among so many. The favorite toy in this case was a blow torch. It lay on its side on the table top. The brief case was charred and damaged in what looked like a long and challenging assault. But the case was open, so it was clear who the victor in the battle was. From her vantage point on the couch, she could not see the contents of the mysterious silver brief case, but she felt certain that it had to be the money plates that had recently gone missing in a robbery intervening in their secret transport.

"And just what do you find so interesting lovely lady?" the dark skinned man asked, moving in quickly on Dawn. She shrunk back against the back of the couch, willing her body to meld into the cushions and disappear before he could put his hands on her, but she was too slow. His hand roughly grabbed her chin and violently forced her green eyes to stare into the darkness of his own wild and unhinged gaze. Dawn tried to respond, but his grip on her jaw made it clumsy to speak. She tried to shake her head, but again, he held her so tight it send spikes of pain through her head. Dawn blinked back tears that began to rim her eyes. She hoped it was enough to convey her very simple answer to his violent question. "Nothing."

"Easy there," the bearded man called off his wild companion. The crazy eyed goon snorted and snatched his hand back from Dawn's jaw, causing her head to snap around from his indelicate motion. Her long blonde hair shook loose and pooled around her porcelain face, mercifully hiding the fresh rain of tears that quietly ran rivulets down her pink cheeks.

"I'm sorry ladies, but it just ain't no coincidence that you broke down out here in this forest, and made your way, dressed like that, to this cabin of all places. So I will ask this again, politely, because I'm just that kind of guy, one last time. Which one of you wants to tell me what it is you know, and who it is you work for," the bearded man spoke to the girls with arms spread wide, appealing to their greater sense of doing things 'the easy way.'

Dawn nursed her tears, and Emily tried to soothe the rattled blonde by patting her arm and whispering that everything was going to be okay, and that she was sorry.

"Okay, let's try a different way then," the bearded man sighed after the girls showed no sign of answering his questions the easy way. He seemed genuinely disappointed in their decision. "Grab that rope I brought in from outside. We are going to play a new game," he added cryptically.

To be continued...

(This picture was made in Daz Studio 3.1.2.24 and post-worked in Adobe Photoshop CS2)