The Gray Man Ch. 21 - Isabella

Years in the field had taught the two men who were going to abduct the judge that the more secure someone felt, the worse their situational awareness was. The brain tricked them to think the camera's and other security devices would keep them safe.

The camera's would be jammed at the precise moment of the abduction, the gates were easy to bypass and the judge would soon be in the back of the delivery van.

"Good evening, your honor." Mark said from behind his balaclava

Judge D'Angelo had taken a few more steps before she realized that someone had spoken to her. She hesitated, stopped, looked back over her shoulder.

"You're late. I've been waiting for you." Mark said

"What...?" She was too surprised to react; simply looked back at him, confused.

Too late she saw him coming for her, too late to fully dodge his attack. She tried, the judge threw herself away from him, but Mark had momentum and surprise, plus this was not his or Gray's first abduction.

Mark's gloved hand surged forward, grabbing for her. His fingers wrapped round the strap of the bag over her shoulder, caught on the lapel of her long trench coat. Mark yanked her towards him, but she threw her weight back, away from him, striking at him with her hand at the same time. She slapped his face. Mark just smiled.

Judge D'Angelo pulled away with all her strength, managed to get her coat free of his fingers, and turned to run. But Mark had moved his hand from her bag to her wrist. As Isabella tried to run she spun, stumbled, and he was on her again.

She opened her mouth to scream, but the sound never came as Mark's gloved hand covered her mouth. "Nope, you are coming with us."

Mark turned her, keeping one hand over her mouth as the other hand took a firm grip of her arm and twisted it up behind her back.

She whimpered in fear and pain.

"Stay quiet bitch," he hissed in her ear. "Try to scream again and I'll break your fucking neck!"

Mark pulled her to her feed and shoved her towards the now open back door of the van. Isabella fought, but her captor at her attempts to get free of him; he was far too big and strong for her to have any hope of escape.

Roughly he shoved her into the back of the van, closed the door and climbed in the passenger seat. In the movies, the van would tear out of the alley with tires squealing and smoke rolling. Catching the attention of anyone watching. All it took was one person to see the license plate and the mission would end in abject failure.

Isabella heard the two men laughing in the front as the van slowly eased into traffic.

The driver, the tall one, looked over his shoulder. Don't worry about the car, we took the convenience of having it towed to the shop, there was something wrong with the engine.

Nothing in Isabella's brain was working, completely pushed to the dense fog of terror that filled her. The back of the van was empty and dark. Some might have thought she was staring into space, but in truth she was frozen. There was no fight and she couldn't flight, so she froze.

They drove for what felt like hours to Isabella, but in truth was only about 45 minutes to a warehouse that had been arranged by Gretchen. Mark pushed a button and rear door away from the street rose, and in 60 seconds the van was inside, the door shut, and nobody was any wiser.

The two men, wearing black cover alls and balaclavas got out of the van and walked to the rear door and opened it.

The short was snarled, "Get out, bitch."

Everything overwhelmed Isabella, she was completely frozen.

Mark reached in and grabbed her long jet black hair and pulled until her body responded to the pain and she scrambled towards the rear of the van to ease the pain in her scalp.

"Stand up," the tall one commanded. When Isabella stood upright Gray spoke, "We know you have no memory of us, you sent us to prison years ago when the victim and the prosecutor recommended probation."

Mark walked behind her and leaned in close to her ear, "You may not remember us, but bitch we remember you."

Isabella's teeth were chattering from her fear. Gray smiled, "Years sitting in prison waiting, planning our revenge. Welcome to hell, your honor."

Even though most of his face was covered by the balaclava, Isabella felt like his pale green eyes looked into her soul. She could tell there was a smirk on his face due to the twinkle in his eye, "Secure the judge, please."

The shorter man snickered, "With pleasure." Isabella shrieked as firm hands immediately grabbed her wrists and brought them to her front. Dangling a set of padded handcuffs in front of her face. The shorter of the men rolled up her sleeves and tantalizingly slowly snapped them over her wrists so that the sound of each ratchet was clearly audible over the girl's struggles.

"Please, please, no. I'm so sorry!" Isabella screamed as she kicked out at the men holding her. Easily held in place despite the fight, Isabella started to sob as she watched a length of rope being looped over one of the overhead beams before the end was securely tied to the chain between her handcuffs. While shorter man griped her tight to prevent her from running, the other walked away with the other end of the rope until Isabella felt her arms being drawn up over her head. Stood by the wall, the taller man continued to pull until Isabella was forced onto tiptoes before tying the rope to a bolt anchored in the wall.

"No, please, please" Isabella gasped and pleaded to the taller man, who she felt was the more compassionate of the two. "Please, I was young and following sentence guidelines, I'm sorry, so sorry. I've learned, I do better now. Ask anyone."

Gray smiled as he walked closer to her. When he was next to her his hand brushed her cheek, his pale eyes had lost the twinkle and now she saw anger. Gray turned to his friend, "Did you hear that shit, we were her fucking guinea pigs in some young judge science fair project."

A sinister laugh came from the other side, "You are a bitch, and bitch, now you are our guinea pig. We will make sure you squeal like one too."

"Help her out of her jacket, shooter," Gray suggested. Reacting to his cue, the man behind her grabbed the collar of her rain jacket and cut from the collar down her right sleeve with kitchen scissors. As the cuff split, he directed his attention to the other sleeve and pulled the remnants of the jacket off her back as the garment fell away.

Underneath, Isabella wore a dark blue expensive silk blouse and black pants.The taller man nodded again and the shirt was cut away leaving her in a sexy blue lace bra. Her tits were small, but her slim build was very fit. She whispered, "That's an Armani blouse."

Shooter chuckled, "Well it was, I guess."

Isabella's eyes watched the larger man, looking for any bit of compassion. What she saw was an icy cold resolve as the one called Shooter ran his hands lightly down her back before running them around her waist and down her exposed belly causing Isabella's breathing to quicken.

As Shooter;s fingers reached the top of her Dolce Gabbana pin black slacks with a light blue pinstripe, he gradually worked the button loose before he slid down the zipper and exposed her sexy, lacy panties that matched her bra.

The shorter man hooked his fingers into the waistband of the slacks and unceremoniously gave a tug and brought the pants down to her knees. Gray nodded, as her thighs toned by hours on the elliptical machine came into view.

Gray leaned on the edge of an old oak table that was once used by someone in this old warehouse. He smirked as he took in the view of the once proud judge. Her arms were tightly secured above her head, stretching her to her full length as she balanced on her toes. Her hair hung freely, barely covering her shoulders while the tops of her breasts were clearly visible above the functional bra as they heaved with her labored breathing. Under the cups, her nipples were just starting to react to their exposure to the cold and were clearly visible through the thin fabric. Her firm belly was completely exposed, the tiny belly button ring glistening in the dim light. Her body was a testament to the hours she put in at the gym, while her panties clung to her sex at the apex of her thighs, hinting seductively to the two men at what was hidden underneath.

"You're going to be punished now, your honor. These are OUR minimum sentencing guidelines," Gray said, lifting her chin up to look into her eyes he spoke. Know this, our tastes are very different from Kyle, or even the fiance you dumped for Kyle, what was his name? Frank, right?"

Shooter replied, "No, it was fancy, Italian like the judge. Francesco I think."

The long used tactic used when you want someone to panic at how much you know, when they know nothing of you worked as the reality struck Isabella, she gasped.

Gray lifted her head again, "However, as you have zero power or control, I don't think our particular kinks should be any problem."

The balaclava hid a smile, but it showed in her eyes. Gray leaned forward and gently kissed her lips before he walked behind her, trailing his fingertips around her waist as he moved. Once behind her, he ran his finger down from between her shoulder blades to the strap of her bra and unhooked it in one fluid motion. Taking the scissors from Shooter, Gray cut the remaining straps and caught the bra as it fell from her breasts before flinging it away. Reaching around to cup her breasts briefly, he felt the hardness in the cold nipples before running his hands down her flanks until they met the waistband of her panties. Slipping his fingers inside, he gently peeled the underwear down her thighs until they met her jeans just above her knees. Stepping back to admire his wife's figure, he raised his hand and delivered a hard smack on her naked ass causing her to jump in her bonds.

Stretched tight, Isabella had never felt so exposed or humiliated as when her panties were lowered by her captor. Somehow having her pants and underwear stuck round her thighs made her feel even more naked and she wished desperately she could just kick them off. She was watching the shorter man with horror as he started spreading all manner of things on the same table the tall one was previously leaning on.

With her focus clearly on the table, Gray slapped her ass again, causing her to dance on her tiptoes.

Above Isabella's head, the padding on the handcuffs saved the metal from biting into her flesh and hurting her wrists, but the unexpected spank stung more than she would have imagined and served to humiliate her further as she felt her flesh redden under the blow.

Glancing back toward the table, Isabella now saw whips, vibrators, leather paddles and riding crops. Her attention was quickly distracted though by the shorter man as he walked purposefully toward her with a ball gag in his hand. "Open," he commanded as he reached her, but in response Isabella clamped her mouth shut and shook her head furiously. As he sighed amusedly, Isabella was helpless to defend herself as her tormentor simply reached out and pinched her nose shut. As soon as Isabella gasped for breath, he roughly shoved the red ball into her mouth and pulled the straps tight before clicking them into place behind her head. "That should keep you quiet for the time being," Shooter joked as the taller man walked up to her with a riding crop in his hand.

He traced the leather tip down her small cleavage, causing her skin to react, the second pass he ran it down her left tit, smirking as her dark nipple reacted to the stimulation, he chuckled as he did the same to the right. Isabella moaned into the ball gag as Gray laughed, "I think maybe you are enjoying your plight, your honor."

Isabella started screaming behind her gag as she watched Gray move the crop with his wrist, causing it to leave its telltale sound in its wake.Isabella struggled furiously as she watched Gray lift the crop. "Scream for me, your honor," he said smoothly, as he flicked his wrist and the crop reached out and left its tender kiss on Isabella's tight abs.

With her arms pinned above her and her legs held almost immobile by the jeans, Isabella watched helplessly as the simple leather attached to the end of a flexible stick hissed towards her naked front. She heard the whistling followed by the crack of the leather striking her skin before she felt the impact, but when it came she shrieked with the shock of what felt like a thousand bee stings across her belly and breasts. Her breath coming in short, sharp rasps, she looked up again just in time to see the crop fly a second time and she tensed her stomach muscles as the pain came again, once again striking her in her midsection.

Isabella watched with terror as she saw the second man push off from the wall he'd been leaning on and run his fingers over a longer riding crop before he picked it up. The shorter one scared her. She thought that he was the crueler of the two.

Shooter took his time as he swished the larger crop through the air a few times, testing the flex in the rod. As Isabella once again started to ineffectively plead behind the gag, the shorter man walked up to her and ran the tip of the crop up and down her belly and breasts causing her to shudder involuntarily. The leather touching the marks of the left by the taller man gave Isabella a strange feeling deep down in the very core of her being. She was terrified, but at the same time she started to feel her body responding with arousal

The shorter man stepped behind her. He grabbed her pants and panties and worked them further down her legs until they bunched around her ankles. "That'll stop you kicking out too much," he spoke as he rested the crop against her naked backside.

Tears started falling down her cheeks as Isabella felt her pants pushed down to her shoes, exposing even more of her to her captors. As she felt the crop rest on her ass, she curled her hands into fists around the chain of the cuffs, trying to steel herself against the pain that she knew would come. Her whole body was taut as she tensed herself when she felt the crop leave her skin but the blow never came, instead she felt it gently tapped against her and held there once more. Twice more the evil short man repeated the cruel trick, but the fourth time she heard the thin whistle of displaced air as the crop sailed toward her and the loud crack as the flexible rattan bit savagely into her backside.

Shooter growled as the crop came down, "Think of what jockey's due to their poor horses."

Despite the repeated blows to her front, Isabella was completely unprepared for the smart of the crop in the hands of the smaller man as she was forced forwards from the intensity of the sting, only to have to shuffle back as the strain on her arms became too much. She screamed into the gag in her mouth, she once again felt the crop patiently sit on her ass before it was lifted off and then brought crashing back down slightly above where the previous blow landed.

Watching her dance as the second stroke landed, Shooter noticed happily that sharp red marks that matched the leather tip of the crop were already forming on her rounded flesh. Using his wrist to flick the instrument again, he gazed with satisfaction as he saw her backside ripple with the contact as she shuffled her feet to the pain.

Shooter brought the crop down again; this one aimed at the tops of her thighs, and grinned happily as the sting momentarily caused her to jump. Measuring his strokes, Jim delivered several more licks of the crop.

In truth, the crop was not being swung with the force of an Afghani Warlord trying to get a prisoner to break. However, a terrified person without training being abducted, even though she had arranged it, made each sting feel much worse than it actually was.

The two men didn't want to hurt her. However, each of their actions was choreographed in an eloquent dance that kept her offguard and fucked with her brain. Which was entirely intentional.

The taller man spoke quietly, his voice strangely soothing to the terrified woman, "I think she's warmed up sufficiently, don't you?" In response, Gray walked over to the wall where the rope was tied and slowly undid the knot that was holding Isabella taut. As the rope provided slack. Isabella gasped as her arms were lowered and blood started to return to her strained limbs and shoulders. Whimpering, she started massaging her arms but was stopped short by the shorter man as he grabbed her wrist.

Wordlessly, he inserted a small key in the first lock and unclasped her left wrist from their restraints before bringing her arms behind her and fastening her once more. Taking a moment to admire the light pink licks of the crop on her asshandiwork on her skin, Shooter bent down and removed her shoes, and threw them aside. The new sensation of the cold floor on her skin further messed with Isabella's mind. The shorter man tugged at her pants and tapped her legs to indicate that she should step out of them, which she demurely did leaving her completely naked with her arms locked behind her.

As soon as she stepped out of her expensive slacks and panties, Isabella felt her arms being drawn upwards again - this time from behind her - and looked across to see the tall one pulling the slack out of the rope once more. Panicked, she repeated her muffled screams as her wrists were raised uncomfortably high and she was forced to bend forward to take the strain out of her shoulders and arms. To her dismay, he continued to pull the rope until she was completely bent at her hips, although with her feet free from her jeans she at least managed to shuffle a little to help accommodate the strain in her shoulders and arms.

Isabella panted for breath, she felt the short one run his hands up her thigh and over her cropped ass before his fingers worked their way down her back and into her hair. Once there, Isabella felt him move her mane to the side and reach for the straps holding her gag in place. To her relief, she felt the slack in the elastic as he released the clasp before gently pulling the horrible ball from her mouth. Flexing her jaw, she swallowed several times trying to relieve the dryness in her mouth.

With her head bent facing the floor and her hair covering most of her face, Isabella failed to notice the tall one stride toward her until she saw his shoes underneath her head and the unmistakable sound of a zipper sliding down. "I have a gift for you" he said.

Isabella's eyes flew wide, she had never seen a cock that big in person. He was twice the size of any lover she had ever been with. He pulled her hair and lifted her head, "Do not even think about using your teeth. We have been playing gently so far. You don't want to find out what we are capable of if we get angry."

Isabella shuddered as she felt the shorter man's hand pull her hair back until she was staring at Gray's huge cock. Isabella kept her mouth firmly closed. She shook her head 'no' as the huge cock pressed against her lips. That worked well until Shooter brought his hand sharply down on her ass causing her to gasp. As soon as her lips parted she felt the huge cock slide in over her tongue.

With her hair still wrapped around his hands to keep her head in place, Gray started a slow thrust, sliding in and out of her mouth. Her jaw hurt from the gag, and was now stretched around the huge cock.

She was almost on tiptoes again as a result of the arms raised behind her back, Isabella was helpless to do anything but allow the man access to her mouth as he thrust gently back and forth. The awkward position hurt her neck as he worked but she could breath with relative ease as she heard Gray moan his pleasure above her. Just as she was getting used to the rhythm, she felt movement behind her and then her ankles were kicked apart and she felt hands grip her hips.