Godsister Snoops - Caravan Captives - Part 2

Okay, I should have listened to Sam. An hour of Miley Cyrus was more than I could take. Add on the ‘ish’ part to that and it was more like ninety minutes. Still, Sam did do her best to drown it out with muffled complaints.

We pulled up at the caravan at about 4 o’clock. It really was private. It was parked (do you park a caravan?) in a field a short distance away from some cliffs. We’d driven through a small village before reaching the field but this really was very secluded. Fiona got out and unlocked the caravan.

“Can you help unload the car?” She asked me. “Leave Sam there until we’ve got everything in. No one mmmphs over ‘See You Again’ and gets away with it!”

“Well, to be fair, you did play it five times,” I said, agreeing with Sam here.

“Yes, because darling sis wouldn’t keep quiet!” Fiona explained. “Anyway, I heard you had a bit of a thing for Miley anyway.

Okay, this was partly true. I did kinda fancy her. A bit. But I wasn’t a huge fan of her music. I didn’t complain anymore though, hearing Sam’s muffled protests had been enjoyable anyway. Sam scowled as we left her sitting there while we got the stuff into the caravan.

Once we’d done that, I went out to the car to let her go.

“EH EH!!” Fiona shouted after me as I leant in to remove the tape. She came out the caravan and gave me a wicked smile. “Bring her in like that.”

“MMPH!!” Sam moaned. She struggled to get away, thinking that this had just been for the journey down here. I looked around nervously.

“There’s no one around to see!” Fiona called from the caravan.

Seemed alright then. I undid Sam’s seatbelt.

“Hmm. Don’t think Fiona thought of that.” I muttered.

Sam smirked. I couldn’t get the seatbelt off without untying her hands. She looked at me as if to say ‘what you gonna do now then, smartarse’ (I’d got used to reading her mind) and scoffed. I pondered the problem for a second, wishing there was someway I could get Sam out of the car without untying her but as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t find a solution. At least not until I noticed something.

I cut the tape around Sam’s wrists and legs and got her out of her seatbelt. She was about to reach up and pull her gag off when I grabbed her hands, pushed her forward and held them behind her back. I’d seen the tape on the parcel shelf.

Quickly, Sam’s hands were bound again. She let out a defeated sigh. I managed to get her out of the car and lifted her over my shoulder (I’d always liked doing that!) and carried her over to the caravan. Inside, Fiona directed me to one of the bedrooms. I dumped Sam down on one of the beds, we closed the door and went to sit in the living room.

“So,” Fiona said. “What was that like tying up poor, sweet Samantha again?”

I didn’t need to answer. The look on my face was enough.

“Yeah, thought so.” Fiona said. “Well, sure she’ll forgive you. Now. What we going to do for dinner?”

“No idea.” I said. “Is there a shop or something round here?”

“There’s a little one in the village we passed but how about we get a pizza? There’s a small takeaway there too. I could drive in and get us something?”

“Sure.”

We decided what we wanted and Fiona drove off to get it leaving me to guard the prisoner. I looked in on Sam and she was asleep. It was so nice to be with her again. I was so tempted to untie her so I could cuddle her again but I didn’t want to disturb her. I guessed we’d let her go so she could eat at least. And she had been tied up for over two hours now.

When Fiona returned, we did indeed let Sam go and we enjoyed our pizza together at the table. Fiona had also brought back some leaflets for local attractions, because we were going to spend some time doing normal holiday stuff. At some point. Perhaps.

But not yet.

After a discussion over dinner we’d decided on our first role play and a few things we wanted to try. It was now about half eight. Sam and Fiona were sitting back to back on the floor of the living room both wearing secretary-style clothes. Both, nicely tied up.

“Come on!” I growled, “I need to know those insurance details now!”

Sam looked at me with desperate tears in her eyes (she’d clearly been doing some work on her acting because she was really convincing!) “I told you, we don’t know the details, we didn’t have access to that kind of thing, pleeeease just let us go!”

“Listen!” I snapped, getting right in Sam’s face, acting the real bad guy, “I know that’s a lie. I know you have all the details I need, which is why you’re here and why you won’t be leaving until you tell me!”

Fiona intervened. “She’s not lying, she doesn’t know! She’s the new girl in the office, she’s only been with us a week. I’m her boss, she doesn’t know anything like that. She’s not fully trained yet so she wouldn’t be given access to all the insurance details yet. Leave her alone.”

I stood up and walked round to Fiona. She tried to avoid eye contact.

“Is that so?” I said. “Well I have been watching the office for a while now and I have been keeping an eye on Miss Endelman here and I know what she’s been working on.”

“Rubbish!” Fiona argued. “An office junior would not be dealing with something like that. If anything, it would be me that you need to be interrogating. That would only be handled by a senior member of staff.”

“Usually, I would agree with you.” I answered back. “But in this case, I know that these details were handled by her. I know that you don’t know, this wasn’t one of your clients. I’ve been keeping an eye on you too. The only reason you’re here is because you interfered while my men kidnapped her!”

Fiona glared at me.

“So you had better keep your mouth shut because I don’t need anything from you. You will however, be extra insurance for me if things don’t go to plan. A second hostage can always be useful. For now though…”

I tore off a strip of duct tape and gagged Fiona.

“It’s time for the boss to keep her nose out of it. Just sit there, behave and if Miss Endelman decides to cooperate, neither of you will be hurt okay?!”

Fiona kept glaring, knowing that I had the upper hand. I walked back round to the sobbing Sam.

“Now, Miss Endelman, enough with the crap. You have something you need to tell me…!”