The Ransom of Redhead, Chapter Two

Inside was yet another set of pictures of Connie, with a note:

As you can see, our darling little Redhead is certainly filling out beautifully! She has learned to love her silky lingerie and can't wait for the other changes we have planned for her...and for you!

The former chairman of Cooper Enterprises was clad only in black lingerie--a lace teddy with attached garters, matching panties, sheer black stockings, and black mules with five-inch heels. Again her smiling face stared out at them, her eyes still glowing as Bonnie's had done in person just moments ago.

Also in the package was an envelope, this time addressed to Aubrey Gordon. Nervously, he opened it.

One-fourth of Redhead's ransom has now been paid. Bonnie is mine to use as I see fit, as soon you will be! Tonight you will be in your home; you will have visitors at 8:15. Admit them and do not fail to do as they say. You might even enjoy it!

Gordon was livid. "Gerry, this is ridiculous!" he shouted. "How can we keep giving into these demands, these changes in ourselves? I'm not going to do this--I'll call the police! We'll see how these kidnappers, whoever they are, react to having the boys in blue surround them!"

Stewart agreed. "Absolutely--I always thought Conrad made a mistake when he didn't involve the authorities in Mark Alan's kidnapping." He picked up the phone. "Here--make the call."

*****

Aubrey Gordon sat comfortably in his living room that evening. He'd persuaded the police to station two officers in hiding outside his door. When his "visitors" arrived, they'd discover their little jig was up.

At exactly 8:15, the doorbell rang. Must be the cops, letting me know the kidnappers got scared off or something, he thought. He opened the door. To his surprise, there stood Mary Ellen Cooper and her stepmother, Selena. One of the officers was behind them. "Mr. Gordon," the officer said, "these two ladies say they know you."

"Of course, Officer." Gordon turned to his guests. "Come in. I know you must be worried sick about Conrad." He escorted the two lovelies into his home.

He took their coats, and then gaped at their clothing. Mary Ellen was dressed in a tight-fitting leather mini-skirt and jacket over knee-high patent-leather boots with six-inch heels. Selena was in a gown of some shiny material that looked as if it had been painted onto her ample curves. She too wore shoes with stilt-like heels.

"You've been a naughty boy, Uncle Aubrey," Mary Ellen said, grinning. "Calling the police like that!" She turned to the older woman. "What shall we do about that, Mistress?"

Suddenly, it all dawned on Gordon. He made a move for the door, but Selena Cooper was between him and that escape. She produced a pulsating violet light and aimed it at his eyes. "When I transformed Mary Ellen, it took weeks of hypnosis and training, as you recall. But your own company has made it so much easier for me. This is a product of your R&D department, ordered by me."

The violet light had penetrated Gordon's psyche; he was now open to any suggestion from its wielder. "Go to the door and dismiss the police, Aubrey. Tell them the danger has passed," Selena ordered. He obeyed.

When he returned, Selena took up Mary Ellen's question. "Yes, I think we need to do something very special to Aubrey for his disobedience, darling." She turned to the bag she carried. "Ahhh--I have it!" She began pulling out a specific set of clothing.

"Your name is Little Audrey. While you have the looks and desires of a grown woman, you prefer to simper and mince like a little girl. Your new life has begun!"

*****

The next morning, Gerald Stewart was alone in the office when a knock came at the door. He opened it and knew immediately that their plan had failed. Despite knowing what would happen, despite alerting the authorities, the kidnappers had succeeded in the next step in their plans.

There stood his fellow board member, now completely altered. He was dressed in a school-girl's sailor-like outfit, with a short pleated skirt riding high on his bare thighs. His feet were covered in frilly white socks and black shoes with three-inch heels. His hair was a mass of curls that hung to his shoulders. Around his neck was a necklace with the telltale violet jewel, reflecting its light into his eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Gerry," the transformed vision spoke in a sing-song lilt. "I'm Little Audrey! I have a package for you!" She cheerfully held out another of those fateful packages.

"Aubrey--er, Audrey--how did they do this to you?" Stewart asked. "You were protected!"

"There is no protection from the glories of my Mistress and her powers," Little Audrey replied. "You will soon learn that as well." She handed him the package and minced back to the elevator.

More to come