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Abducted and Enslaved

Copyright© 2002 by MarkMersereau

Chapter 9: Sheila's Boss Max is Interrogated by Lieutenant McCur

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9: Sheila's Boss Max is Interrogated by Lieutenant McCur - Detective type plot with principal protagonist a newswoman. She is abducted along with other females (and males) for white slavery on south Atlantic island frequented by the wealthy.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Ma/mt   Mult   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Rape   Coercion   Blackmail   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   FemaleDom   Spanking   Humiliation   Sadistic   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Sex Toys   Squirting   Food   Water Sports   Enema   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism   Size   Slow  

"Max," Grace said to the intercom; "It's Lieutenant McCurdy, on line three."

Max sighed. Rory seldom called in person unless he was pissed about something. He glanced at the clock. Just after nine. It looked like a long morning.

"Would you bring me coffee, Grace? This is liable to run into break time."

He leaned back, punched the 'record' button, and lifted the receiver.

"Stedman. What's up Rory?"

"Listen, you Bastard, you're fucking up my investigation! If you give me shit, I'll feed your balls to my Doberman. Get your ass down here to the station and fill me in on these model abductions. You're in this thing to your ass, Max. Get down here and spill your guts. I mean now!"

The slam of Rory's phone impacted Max's ear before he could utter a response.

He retrieved his threadbare sport jacket from the tree, took two gulps from the cup his secretary held, and pushed through the door. "I'll be at the precinct station, Grace. God knows how long."

Twenty minutes later, he was in McCurdy's office. Unlike his own--perpetually in a state of disorder--the lieutenant's was immaculate. The cigarette burns on the desktop had been partly obscured by polish, and the only objects on it were his telephone, a pad, and a pencil. Family photos lined three walls; the one behind him solely occupied by double windows that faced on Ninety-Fifth.

McCurdy was, like Max, slightly overweight but it was hardly noticeable on his six and one-half foot frame, seven inches taller than Max's. At fifty, his hair was iron gray, in need of cutting. His eyes were a piercing blue so dark as to seem black and, with his Roman nose and clean-shaven countenance, he could have passed in another time for a Caesar.

He waved Max to the chair before his desk. It was entirely wood, and cheap. Max hoped he wouldn't be in it long.

"I should make you stand, you prick. Anyway, no bullshit, Max. Tell me all you know about these abductions. I know fucking well you're into it, so don't bullshit me."

Max saw no advantage to being evasive. He had too little to go on as it was. Ed's followup with the blonde after the open house seemed promising, but that was all. He had nothing concrete. At least now he knew that the cops hadn't dropped their own investigation, so they had to know more than he.

Max summarized what he'd learned from Ed and the young contacts who'd interviewed the girls. He didn't mention Sheila or the open house, which hadn't as yet led to anything definite.

"Everything I have is in this folder, Rory. I'll leave it with you, but I need the photos. Ed has the only copies."

McCurdy took a few notes and then said, "And just what were McGinnis and those two broads doing at that wine and cheese affair last Sunday--the blast put on by SMF? I know that the blonde with the tits works for you. And the skinny brunette is her roommate. What were they there for, Max? Maybe I should have had you bring them along, but I didn't want a fucking committee in my office."

Max explained. "They were supposed to call me when they got back from Sheila's photo session last night, but as of nine this morning they hadn't called. I tried to get Ed first thing this morning, and then Sheila, but I only got their machines. I was about to phone Wendy's employer when I got your call."

Rory stood up, more agitated than Max had ever seen him. He paced around his desk and Max several times, retrieving a pack of gum from a side pocket of his jacket and stuffing a stick in his mouth.

"Christ, Max. You're gonna get me back on the nicotine habit. How dumb can you get? Those girls and Ed could be off to that island by now. If you'd told me about this before going off on your own, I'd have at least had a tail on them. When were you going to let me know that you were gumming up our investigation? Six months from now? After you published an expose on the snatches?"

Max felt his face grow hot. Rory had never spoken to him like this before--as if he were a high school boy caught shoplifting. He loosened his tie, retrieved a cigar, and then stuffed it back in his inside pocket.

That's all I need to do, light up while Rory's trying to quit.

"Rory, once we learn where the island is, I intend to notify the proper authorities. Your men told me the cases were closed. Anyway, the island probably isn't in your jurisdiction. I mean, it has to be outside New York, so it's a Federal problem."

Rory dropped back in his chair. He ran a hand through his hair.

"Max, you went off half-cocked. If you'd called me, I'd have told you to hold off. Some new abductions made us reopen everything. You're right about one thing, though. It is a problem for the Feds. And for me--for both of us."

Max looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Max, just four nights after those six girls turned up, several more disappeared. Two were SUNY coeds, roommates. One of those was an exchange student, the daughter of the French Consul here. The FBI jumped in on it right away. We're working with them as well as with the French Securit,. I'm liaison with them both.

"Your three people make this investigation all the more complicated. The first thing I want to find out is what they've learned. That is, if they haven't been abducted."

"I don't see how that's possible. Ed and Sheila, plus her apartment-mate? Ed is no patsy, Rory."

Rory stared at him. "Max, sometimes I wonder about you. A pistol is all it takes to persuade the toughest guy."

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