Monica's Legacy - The Cartel Extract

 

We drew up at the old loading bay at the rear of The Citadel. It was not the normal entrance, since it involved steps and quite a long walk to get to the section of main floor that had been subdivided into dungeons and other role-playing rooms. In this instance, that was just what Dana was getting, hooded and gagged, her wrists secured behind her, with me and Steven firmly clamped on her arms. There were several long passageways, some steel doors that made imposing clangs, and lots of twists and turns before she was hustled into the interrogation room clearly in the bowels of some forbidding building.

It was the same room that Janine had experienced a week before, though this time the table had been unbolted and moved to one side, to allow more space for 'exercise' - if you get my drift. A single chair was tucked under the table and a full height steel prop locker occupied the corner. The room had its usual clinical, over-lit, intimidating coldness.

We replaced Dana's zip-ties with a stout leather strap that locked her wrists together behind her, and at the push of a button on the wall console I lowered an overhead cable with a hook that clipped into a steel ring on the strap. Another push of the button and Dana's arms started to go up behind her, just as her head went down.

His job done, Steven left and I unlocked the cupboard, taking out a telescopic pole with a steel ankle cuff on each end.

"I'm sorry about this, Ms Harris, but we take security very seriously here. Before we question you, you will undergo a full body cavity search."

"Whhff? Fffrk!" said the hooded figure.

I pulled the hood off, leaving her hair deliberately tousled, as she tried to lift her head enough to glare at me. I put on my best 'don't-give-a-damn' face and ignored her, making a play of putting on gloves and snapping the fingers to fit, before starting with an all-over pat down. More like an all-over grope, but it was only going to get worse from here. The next step was the removal of her clothes, and to take her jacket and blouse off with her hands secured could only be done by cutting them off. It was a shame, because they were nice quality - not D & G, you understand, but nice, anyway. I reckoned she could afford it and Janine would probably buy her a new outfit as a present, anyway.

I took a pair of dress-makers scissors from the cupboard and began to cut up the length of one sleeve. Dana went apoplectic, trying to kick and jerk away. I pressed the button again and her arms went up another half metre. That calmed her down, standing as she was with her head down by her knees, in high heeled pumps. I wrapped a cord around her ankles just for good measure and continued cutting away her clothing. First the jacket, then the white blouse. Power dressing meant nothing to me, the ASIO bitch. The white lacy bra followed, and my rubber-gloved hands made sure her breasts with their big brown areoles were fully freed from their confines.

I undid the ankle cord and instructed her to step out of the shoes. She did this with difficulty, finding her arms then went up that little bit higher as she rested on her stockinged heels. I unzipped the skirt and dropped it, revealing black stay-up seamed stockings and a white thong, all which I removed with an overly familiar examination.

I kicked all the clothes into a corner and lowered her arms enough so that she could nearly stand erect, at which point I locked one ankle cuff in place and began to force her feet apart, before fitting the second cuff at the minimum length of the intervening pole. It was a simple matter to extend the pole further and screw the central fastener tight. Dana Harris was stretched high, wide, and ready for inspection.

I picked up her clothes and carried them out of the room, locking the door loudly behind me. I had missed out on my coffee this morning, and I was going to have a little breather and catchup.