Missing Person
Keywords: Missing, Person,
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Chapter 1 -- The Discovery
Detective Jake Diamond watched through a pair of binoculars from his perch in a tree outside the mansion. Nighttime shrouded the estate in darkness, but the garden in the distance was brightly lighted under its glass roof. MzDominica's servants -- slaves? -- were all around the garden, serving drinks and hors d'oeuvres to guests. Their black rubber uniforms glinted in the lights from overhead. Jake could hear music playing -- but it was so far away, he couldn't tell whether it was jazz, classical, or what.
As Jake watched, MzDominica entered the garden, leading a slim, young man. The guests all applauded as their hostess appeared. Dominica was a tall, beautiful blonde, who simply exuded power. She looked around, nodding to her guests, acknowledging their presence. The young man, by contrast, seemed to be unaware of them. In fact, he seemed to be half asleep. He shuffled along where he was led, sucking his left thumb, clutching his right arm to his chest -- as if he were a child carrying a teddy bear to bed. He was completely naked, but from the way he moved, Jake got the impression the young man thought he was wearing a set of nice, soft jammies.
Dominica led the man up to the huge, shiny cylinder at one end of the garden. A door opened in the side. Aha! Jake had been sure there was something about this tank, and now his suspicions were confirmed. With gentle pushes, Dominica guided the man through the door and positioned him in the tank, then closed the door. Jake couldn't tell whether some control had been activated, but the tank began to emit strange lights and a whooshing sound. After a few minutes, they stopped, and the door opened again. Out stepped a human figure -- but it wasn't the slim, young man who had gone in. It was a gorgeous woman! Long blonde hair. Mountainous, mouth-watering breasts. An hourglass figure that belonged in wet dreams. Jake's gaze trailed downward, and he was surprised to find this babe's pussy was completely naked. Not shaved. More like it had never grown hair in the first place.
Dominica stepped forward, and with one hand cupped this babe's pussy and began to stroke it, while her other hand began to tweak the nipples on those immense breasts. Jake realized the music had stopped, and he could hear MzDominica saying something in a sing-song voice. Almost like that "nyah-nyah, nyah-nyah, nyahhhh nyahhhh" little kids use to tease each other. But at this distance, he couldn't make out the words. The babe continued standing, staring blankly into space -- her hips pumping while Dominica fingered her clit.
Jake realized he had a raging hard-on inside his pants, and decided he needed to climb down out of the tree. An especially tricky descent, with that boner making his movements even more awkward. When he finally got down, brushed his pants, and looked up, Jake found himself staring into the tines of a pitchfork pointed at his face, held by the grounds keeper. Next to him stood MzDominica. How had she gotten down here so fast?
"Good evening, Mr. Diamond," Dominica said. "Did you enjoy our little show, this evening?" Jake could hear an undertone of amusement in her voice. That same tone that had been irritating him, teasing him all along -- that she knew a secret, and he didn't.
"Ah, Mistress Dominica," Jake replied. "Yeah, a great show -- your own little piece of Vegas." He leaned forward just a little -- not TOO close to the prongs of the pitchfork. "I think I'm beginning to put the pieces of the puzzle together. What happened to Dan. You put him in that tank, right? Changed him?"
"Hmmm," Dominica purred. She looked at Jake with that infernal, wry smile on her face. She reached into a pocket, somewhere in her clothing, pulled out a small gold case, and extracted a cigarette. Then she reached into another pocket, pulled out a long, black cigarette holder, and fitted the cigarette to it. She held it up, and stared into Jake's eyes.
Jake seemed to have lost track of what he'd been talking about -- but he still had a sense of bravado. He moved one hand toward his coat pocket. The chief gardener thrust the pitchfork just a little bit closer, as a warning -- but Mistress gestured to him that it was okay. Jake reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a lighter, flicked it open, lit it.
Dominica put the mouthpiece of her holder to her lips and puffed, while Jake lit her cigarette. She took a deep drag. Held it a moment. Then exhaled directly into Jake's face.
"Sleep," she commanded.
And Jake went to sleep.
Chapter 2 -- Three Days Earlier
Detective Jake Diamond drove his car up Elephant Hill toward the big mansion at the top. He wasn't a police detective -- just a private eye -- so his car wasn't government issue. Just a junker, an old '32 Studebaker, that he was HOPING would make it all the way uphill. Officially, the hill was so named because it had looked like an elephant to some early settlers -- who probably had never seen a real elephant in their lives. Jake was sure its name really came from the fact that it felt like his under-powered car was trying to drag a dead elephant carcass all the way up. He was trying to figure his chances, if he had to abandon the effort partway up, whether he could park his car, leave it, and not find it towed away when he came back.
Gasping and wheezing in low gear, the car finally made it to the big, semi-circular driveway, and gave out just as he turned off the main street. Jake took that as a sign to declare the car parked. He pulled his key out of the ignition, opened the door, and got out. Then he reached in to the back seat and pulled out a wedge-shaped block of wood. He walked to the back of the car, leaned down, and pushed the wedge in hard against one tire. More than once, this little trick had saved his car from rolling downhill when the faulty parking brake gave way.
Jake slammed the door shut, walked down the long driveway to the front entrance, and pulled the long rope by the door to ring the bell. A moment passed, and the door opened. Framed by the doorway was a beautiful woman in a French maid's uniform, carrying an ostrich feather duster.
"Good morning," the maid said. "Can I help you?"
Jake realized the uniform was awfully short. And shiny. And tight. Clearly it wasn't made of cloth. It almost looked like... rubber? Setting that aside, he replied, "Yes, my name is Jake Diamond. I'm a private detective. I was wondering if I could have a word with the master of the house?"
The maid took a moment to respond, as if her attention had been focused somewhere else. "My Mistress, you mean," she said. "Please, wait here a moment, and I'll check. Do you have a card?"
Like Jake could afford business cards. "Um, no, I don't. Just mention my name, Jake Diamond, and that I'm a private detective." He thought a moment, how much to reveal up front, then decided. "Tell your mistress I'm looking for a man named Dan."
The maid showed no sign she recognized the name. "I'll be back in a moment." She left the door open, and disappeared back into the house. Jake mentally reviewed the long shiny stockings that seemed to hug the maid's legs from thigh to toe. And he realized the woman was wearing four-inch heels that seemed to melt into the stockings, like they were all of one piece. He took the battered brown hat off his head and held it in front of him, the better to hide the growing tent his pants were making. First impressions were important in the detective business -- and having a boner when you first met someone was likely to get them talking about all the wrong subjects.
A minute or two passed, and the maid returned. "Mistress Dominica will see you. I will conduct you to Her office."
Jake followed the rubber French maid, struggling to take his eyes off her gorgeous legs and wasp waist. They walked further and further back into the mansion, down a long hallway with windows on the right side, and doors into various rooms on the left. He looked briefly into a huge dining room, a library, a study next to the library. Funny, you'd think this woman's office would be in the study. But they continued toward the back of the house, where the maid led him through a pair of huge, glass-paned doors into a garden.
It was something between a garden and a hot house, all enclosed with glass, roof and walls. But the wall on the right seemed mostly to be a big row of doors, and at the moment all of them were wide open. So it was almost like the wall wasn't there at all -- the just one side completely open to the outside air.
Seated in a huge wicker chair next to a table, the mistress of the house was being served by another maid in a rubber-French uniform. The maid bent forward from the waist as she lowered a tray which held an iced drink in a tall glass. Jake caught a glimpse of exposed flesh at the top of the maid's long rubber stockings, and realized she wasn't wearing any panties underneath that short, rubber skirt. As he and the maid leading him came to a stop, Jake stood and carefully positioned his hat, trying to look as natural as possible.
"MzDominica," the maid said to her mistress, "this is private detective Jake Diamond." She turned to him, and continued, "Mr. Diamond, this is MzDominica." She looked back to her mistress again, who nodded, and the maid left, shortly followed by the other one.
"Mr. Diamond," Dominica acknowledged him.
"Miss Dominica," Jake replied. "Good morning."
Dominica regarded him a moment, a strange smile on her face, and took a sip of her drink. "That's 'Mizz,' not 'Miss.' You'll do well to remember. And it's getting close to noon." She set the drink down on the table, next to a typewriter. "What brings you to my home, detective?"
Jake looked at the beautiful blonde, seated in her wicker chair as if it were a throne, and tried to take the measure of that wicked smile. He concluded this was a dame who liked to play games. Best chance of putting her off balance was to lay it all out, up front.
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Keywords: Missing, Person,