Godsister Snoops - Caravan Captives - Part 3

Miss Endelman refused to talk. This was really annoying. I had to get those details as they implicated me and my company in the destruction of a Grade II listed building. The cops were investigating but because of our forward planning, the burnt out building had already been demolished, leaving very little for them to go on when it came to finding what caused the blaze. We’d successfully blocked the only road leading to the property to delay the fire service getting there to save it but we hadn’t been able to get hold of those documents yet. It was only a matter of time before the police followed that line of inquiry and traced it back to us. So, I needed them gone. Fast. I had been keeping Miss Endelman under surveillance since she began at Hub & Jones and knew that for some reason, she had been dealing with this and not a senior member of staff as her boss had suggested. I had to get her talking.

Which is why she was now tied up on the floor in the shower cubicle of the caravan. Her hands bound to the shower pole above her head. I turned the tap on again, dousing her with yet another burst of cold water.

“Tell me now or this will only get worse for you!” I demanded.

Sam wept. “I told you, I don’t know! I don’t know anything!”

This was getting me nowhere. I sighed and left the room. I could hear her crying as I went to get her boss. I lifted Fiona to her feet, kicking and screaming as best she could under her gag and dragged her into the bathroom. I pressed her bound hands against the heated towel rail (it wasn’t actually switched on, don’t worry!) and held them there. Fiona flinched in (pretend) pain and I stopped.

I turned my attention back to Sam.

“Listen! You’re boss tried to save you, she’s tried to cover for you. Are you going to tell me what I need to know or do I have to hurt her more?”

Sam looked up at me and then at Fiona. “Please don’t, don’t hurt her. I would tell you if I knew something I swear!”

I pushed Fiona against the rail again. She gave her best pained looked again.

That was enough for Miss Endelman. She gave in.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you everything I know, just stop it! Stop it!”

I stopped. “Go on?”

“The files you want are in the top drawer of the filing cabinet by my desk. I wasn’t supposed to be working for this client, it was a mistake. Everything you need is there.”

I looked at her suspiciously. Looked like she was telling the truth. I dragged Fiona back to the living to make a call and instruct my men to get the documents. I sat opposite Fiona. All I could do now was wait for confirmation we were in the clear.

At Sam’s insistence, I left them bound for another five minutes then I went into Sam to let her go.

“How was that?” I asked as I gave her a warm towel.

“That was amazing!” She said, “Been wanting to try something like that for ages!”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine” Sam smiled and winked. “You make quite the bad guy you know?”

I laughed. “Well, maybe. You went really dramatic with those tears today.”

Sam shrugged. “Wanted to be authentic for ya.”

“I’ll let you dry off now, come in when you’re ready.”

She nodded and shoed me out of the door.

I went back into the living room to release Fiona.

“Aaah, that was a good sesh!” She beamed as I began untying her. “When Sam’s ready we’ll discuss the rest of the week. You up for more role play at some point?”

Stupid question really. And she knew it.