Unknown: The big whip-off

Denise Albertson was angry as hell when she left the house of her good friend Stacy Miller. Not that she was in the least bit upset at her school chum. Just the opposite was true. She rarely felt better, or more free, then when she spent time with the girl.

What upset her was the man sitting in the plain car parked out at the front curb. She had known the driver of the car for two years longer then she had know Stacy. And she hated that as well! It was a situation made worse because she knew it wouldn't be changing in the near future. It was only part of the price she paid for being born into an incredibly rich family. One headed by a tyrannical father who demanded twenty-four hour security for the entire family, seven days a week. Not that Dad gave a damn about anything she did. Her watch dog wasn't there to keep Denise sweet and chaste. No notice was ever paid to any report made back to Charles Albertson about any sexual romps or wild parties she attended. Nothing was ever said to her, and probably wouldn't. Unless she suddenly wanted to find out what life as a mass murder was like.

But then, that was the reason she was so closely watched. To make sure Denise never got into a position that could even accidentally soil the family name, or drag it through the mud of unwanted press.

Long before things got to that point where photographers could get anything which could be potentiality damaging, no matter what her condition was, Denise would be swooped away and returned to the safety of the family estate.

She was also watched to make sure no one tried to use her against her father. The value of the family name and fortune was of greater importance to Charles Albertson then Denise or her happiness.

She hated it. Always had, but Denise was used to it. Putting up with this dreadful treatment only because she had no choice in matter. It was all part of the reason why she enjoyed being around Stacy. Compared to her own, the girl's life was so "normal", so ordinary. All the things Denise would never know about until her father finally died.

Denise did her best not to think about the man sitting in the front seat of the plain blue sedan. At least she didn't have to ride with him, she thought. She had her own car and could come and go as she chose.

Only there would always be someone right behind her. Men like Alex, there waiting patently in the blue car, working in shifts so that the heiress to one of America's biggest empires couldn't make an unattended move. Or have one made against her.

Sure, she'd tried to show the men up or get away from their watchful eyes. Once Denise had even seduced one of her watchers. She couldn't remember now who it had been, possibly it was Alex. She had hoped to get one of them on her side. To turn him with her womanly charms so he'd forget to look after her once in awhile. It didn't work.

Her father did find it amusing though. Giving her points for using the skills and opportunities available to her to get what she wanted out of life. Dad's kind words somehow didn't make her feel any better.

Denise had even managed to give the boys the slip on a couple of occasions. And in reprisal her father had assigned an even larger army of men to look after her. Making them so blatantly obvious as a protective shroud covering her, Denise broke down and promised she'd be "a good girl" from now on.

Daddy had won again. Daddy always won. Honoring her word, Denise no longer tried to ditch her watch dogs. But it didn't mean she had to like them. Or pay any attention to them. Denise did her best to ignore the fact the man existed as she walked around the back fender of her car. Not doing as much as glancing towards his car as she dug the keys from her purse. "Excuse me… Miss?"

Her head spun. Denise felt scared and embarrassed all in that one breathe. She had been so intent on not paying attention to Alex, she'd never noticed there could have been anyone else on the street. Let alone one as big as this man. He was huge!

"Yes?" Her response was completely automatic. One to give Denise the time she needed to get herself back under control.

"You're perfect," the man said, taking Denise by surprise once more with his strange statement.

Before she could give it much thought, his hand came up quickly. There was a small aerosol spray can held in his fingers. He gave Denise one blast of spray in the face before she could say another word. Or move.

She wanted to wipe whatever the stuff was off her face, only her hand wouldn't move. Just like the way her feet refused to move her away from the man with the strange leer on his face.

Her mouth wouldn't even open so she could scream!

Pure, stupefying panic hit Denise as she slowly discovered she couldn't make her body do a single thing. Not one of her muscles would work for her. Still she was ready to fight. Her lungs were sucking in extra air, gathering up all the oxygen she could to fuel whatever burst of energy she'd need to escape this man.

"Don't," he warned. "Settle down, you'll only hyperventilate or choke yourself. There's not a damn thing you can do about it."

He held up the aerosol can so she could get a better look at it. "Stuff works instantly. Effects the nervous system. Interrupts all the signals sent out by the brain having to do with voluntary movement. All the involuntary stuff like breathing and keeping your heart pumping still work, but that's about it."

Denise wanted to shake her head at the sound of such foolishness. Finding it hard not to laugh at the guy. She'd like to do anything at that point, but what he said seemed to be true. Her body was betraying her by refusing to do a single thing she asked it. She noticed her eyes would still blink when they dried out, and her breathing seemed to do fine by it's self, only Denise had no control over any of it.

For the first time in her life she was happy she had a body guard. Denise couldn't wait for Alex to see she was in trouble. Wanting him to come rescue her. In fact she prayed it would be soon, so he'd get her to a doctor.

The man holding her was making some gestures. Waving his arms around and Denise heard the sound of an engine starting up. A van pulled up next to her car, blocking off sight of their bodies from the street. But Alex still hadn't made a move. It was dark enough and the street was so quiet, none of these homeowners would ever know a kidnapping was going on until they read about it in tomorrows paper. That didn't explain why Alex hadn't taken notice. So where the fuck was he?

The stranger took his hands off of Denise, her heart skipping a beat as she prepared herself to make a break for it. Only she still couldn't move! She couldn't even make herself fall over. She was stuck in place as her captor talked to the driver of the van. The van pulled forward and parked right next to Alex's car. The stranger came back, picking Denise up with ease and carrying her over to the company sedan. Denise saw Alex was at his post, sitting behind the wheel. Only he wasn't moving.

Oh shit! Denise thought. They've got him too!

"Hurry up and get the damn camera," her gigantic captor ordered. "I want to get us the fuck out of here before we're spotted."

Denise heard the other person as he rummaged around inside the van. She also saw as the stranger leaned her up against the sedan, his hands moving towards the front of her blouse.

"Time for the unveiling," he grinned in a sick way as he took hold of the material with both hands, and pulled. Ripping her blouse in half!

Again Denise wanted to run, or at the very least try and cover herself up. Better yet, she'd love the chance to kick this guy in the nuts! But she was powerless to do a damn thing to prevent this big, strong man from tearing her clothes off. He didn't waste any time in unhooking her bra either as he snapped it into pieces.