The Marshal (OC) - Time Stop

Deputy Marshal Elena Royce had been on the hunt for three days chasing down leads and witnesses that had produced mixed results. She had started her day early after catching up on about five hours of sleep. Her first visit of the day had been with a known friend of the fugitive she was after. It had taken her two days to finally track down said friend. Elena had cornered the friend as they were heading out to work and with a little arm twisting had been able to get a plausible location for her fugitive. At thirty-six years old Elena was a ten-year vet with the Marshals Service and had the highest clearance rate in her office. She usually nabbed her fugitives in two days, being on the hunt for three days was starting to frustrate the decorated and committed veteran.

Elena’s fugitive was a man name Frank Wong who was wanted on suspected multiple kidnaping and human smuggling charges. Frank had been out on bond and failed to show up for his trial. His file landed on her desk and the hunt was on. The plausible location in question was a small two-story house in East Village, hardly a typical place for a fugitive matching Wong’s description would hide out. She would have not been surprised if he was in Bennington or Saigon Town. Of course, in fugitive hunting nothing was typical. Elena's unmarked black Dodge Charger was parked across the street and a house over from the suspected located. She had been sitting there for almost an hour watching, it had been quiet to say the least. She was starting to think the lead was a bust before she thought she noticed a curtain flutter on the second floor.

Checking her watch Elena debated on calling backup calculating how long it would take for it to arrive. Looking around her, she noted how quiet and deserted the street looked. Her Dodge stuck out a little bit, the other unmarked Marshal vehicles would clearly stick out. Deciding against the backup, she had taken down fugitives by herself before so this should not be too much of an issue. Wong was just a human trafficker he was a boss and not an operator. He really should not be a match for a trained law enforcement officer. Elena climbed out from her Charger and checked the street before crossing it.

Elena was clad in a light grey off the rack pants suit with a brown V-neck top under and black low-heeled ankle boots. A causal professional look that unfortunately said ‘cop’. She wore her shield on chain around her neck. Her holstered Glock 23 sat at a bulge on her right hip while she had a handcuff in a pouch at the small of her back. Her lush dark curly hair was pulled back into her usual low ponytail finishing her look. She was of mixed heritage; her mother was African-American and her father Caucasian giving her an exotic look of dark eyes and olive skin. Many people thought that she looked sort of Polynesian.

She checked her surroundings once more before climbing the low porch up to the front door. Elena was about to knock on the door but stopped and leaned in to take a listen hand resting on the holstered Glock. For a moment, she didn’t hear anything and was about to pull back and knock but then something caught her ear. It was footsteps moving towards the back of the house. Cursing she jumped off the porch, hand still on the holstered Glock. She moved around the side the house quickly moving up its narrow driveway that curved around the back. Rounding the corner in one quick motion she drew her service weapon and went into a tactical stance. Expecting to see her man darting out the back door, she was surprised to see no one. What she did find brought a grin to her lips. Nestled snugly at the end of the driveway that came to an end directly behind the house was a 1999 black BMW M3 coupe, said vehicle had the plates that told Elena it was Frank Wong’s. “I got you,” she said smiling slyly to herself.

There seemed to be nothing out of place in the small yard that told her someone had ran through it and the coolness of the hood the BMW told her that it had been parked that since the night before at least. Still in her tactical stance, she let her Glock lead her as she moved towards the backdoor. Elena scanned the yard once more before getting up to the door. On a whim, she checked the knob with her free hand and grinned seeing it as unlocked. The Marshal hesitated just briefly before deciding to turn the knob and step into house. She would have some explaining to do later, but it wasn’t the first time she had to come up with something to cover herself. In the end it did not matter if she caught the fugitive. Elena always considered such questionable actions as sort of a means to an end kind of deal, so far her superiors have not really blinked an eye at her tactics when they got the job done.

The back door opened into the kitchen. The kitchen was small and scarce looking unused but recently remodeled. Elena could smell the fresh paint and plaster. Crossing out the kitchen, following her Glock she moved into the small dining room. Nothing out of ordinary, standard fare as far is dining rooms go, oval wooden table surrounded by six cushioned chairs. What was odd was that she noted that the walls were bare. As she crossed into the living room, the place was starting to feel like a safe house. The living room was the size of the kitchen and dining room combined was simple, two sofas and wall mounted flat screen with a glass coffee table in the middle of the room. Beyond that was a cozy foyer and the front door. Elena scanned the room, it showed no signs that anyone had been there, but it was tidy enough to tell her that the place was not neglected or abandoned. She had a feeling creep up on her that she should have called for backup. Elena suddenly heard a floor board creak above her.

With her heart racing and instincts taking charge, she moved into the foyer and looked up the narrow stairs that led up to the second floor. She noted the door next to the stairwell which was either a closet or the basement door. There was another creak from above as she made her move and started to climb the steps. Elena stayed close to the walls as she moved up the steps, her Glock leading her. Reaching the top of the stairs and she peered left and right with her service weapon. It was a short hallway, wood flooring and cream-colored walls. There was a door at either end of the hall with another door on the wall facing the stairs just down the hall to her right. Elena debated on identifying herself but decided against it feeling that she could keep the element of surprise on her side.

Elena decided to move right, keeping her back to the wall and Glock ahead of her. Reaching the door on the opposite wall, she twisted the door knob and pushed the door open with her foot. The door opened up to an empty bathroom, it was a full bathroom with tub sans a shower curtain so it was obviously empty. Taking a breath and controlling her adrenaline she moved on to the door at the end of hall. She let out a silent breath as she neared the door. With her Glock aimed at the door, she twisted the knob and pushed the door opened with her foot.

Her Glock in both hands she moved tactically as trained, movement ingrained into her muscle memory. The room was a bedroom, large and only furnished with a king size bed. There was a closet in the corner of the room with its door wide open showing its empty contents. As with the closet the room was empty. She let her adrenaline subside once more, taking a breath while glancing around the room. Elena lowered the Glock and was about to back out of the room when she heard something behind her. Her senses ramped up and she went from relaxed to alert in a blink of an eye. However, before she could even bring the Glock back up and spin to face who she knew was Frank Wong she felt a prick on the back of neck and darkness followed.

Deputy Marshal Elena Royce stood unmoving, frozen like storefront mannequin. She stood with one foot a step ahead of the other. Both hands holding the Glock at chest level with the handgun’s barrel still pointing downward. Her head was turned to the left, her body halted as she was about to turn in that direction. Her dark eyes shifted left with the motion of her head, stared emptily at nothing particular while her lips remained slightly agape, her intake of breath never reaching her lungs.

Frank Wong, kidnapper, human trafficker and wanted fugitive stood at just six-foot flat with a lean frame just shy at under 200 pounds. His black hair cut neat into a military high and tight do. He was clad in leather jacket over a black hooded sweater. Dark denim jeans and black Timberland boots completed his look. Frank leered at the mannequin-like woman before him circling her. Taking in the cheap suit and the Glock he knew she was a cop most likely a Marshal the same one that has been hassling his acquaintances.

The way that she stood also said cop. He had seen her sitting out in the out of place Charger watching his safe house. Frank was a bit amazed on how easy it was lure her in, he figured that her persistent nature played a part in her just rushing in, with no back up no less. The funny thing was she would have gotten him if she had called for backup. Frank was not stupid was not going to fight a bunch of cops, he knew when he was beat. He did not really have plan to deal with more than one cop.

Frank poked her hard in the back, causing the stock-still woman to wobble slightly. Looking down he admired how her off the rack slacks hugged her round ass. Frank could just make out the deputy’s ass crack through the trousers, he ran his fingers up the crack smiling to himself while Elena’s expression remained as if a photograph. He waved hand in front of her blank staring eyes. No reaction as expected. Taking hold of her shoulders Frank rocked her back and forth, she moved rigidly like a life-size doll. He felt some stirring in his jeans and was satisfied that the lady Marshal was more or less out, dead to the world.

He capped the blowgun that he had used to delivered the tiny dart that was now embedded just under Elena’s skin at the back of her neck. The dart was the size of fingernail and carried enough of the freeze sedative to render an adult a posable statue for at least 24 hours. Securing the blowgun in his hoodie pocket, Frank stepped out in front of Elena and pried the Glock from her stiff grip. Elena’s hands and fingers remained molded as if she was still holding the weapon. Frank smiled at the woman’s frozen grip as he checked the safety on the pistol and stuffed in his waistband at the small of his back. Eying the silver chain looped around her neck, Frank traced it with his finger and carefully unloop it. Elena for her part continued to stare over her shoulder vacantly. Frank smiled at the US Marshal’s badge he held in his hands before looping it round his own neck.

Elena was fully posable as if a life-sized action figure with just a little effort, it took only a moment for Frank to have the dark-haired Fed standing at attention. Turning her head to face straight and taking hold her face with his hands he used his thumbs to adjust her dark eyes to stare ahead. Tracing her agape lips with his fingers he looked the Marshal up and down admiring his work and her attractiveness. He walked around her looking her over, nodding to himself as ideas went through his mind. “I think its time we see what’s under the hood,” Frank said coming to stand before the frozen woman rubbing his palms together. Elena only stared back at him blankly oblivious to what was in store for her.

Stepping behind Elena, Frank worked the business jacket off her stiff shoulders and down her arms. Elena only slightly wobbled as he removed the jacket and tossed it on the bed revealing her sleeveless top. Like her trousers the top hugged her torso enough to show off Elena’s shapely bust. Her bare arms raised up with her fingers still posed as if she holding something. Frank ran his hands down her sexily muscular arms before his fingers hooked around the hem of the top. Working the top upwards and then off of the suspended woman, Elena’s dark blue lace bra is exposed. After tossing the top on the bed, Frank caresses Elena’s toned midriff taking note of the diamond stud in her belly button. He lets his finger wander the valley of Elena’s breasts before turning his attention to the gun and handcuff holsters. Both items were soon tossed aside.

Frank leaving Elena’s arms up stepped behind and cupped her ass aggressively, making the woman tremble while she only looked on vacantly forward. He unbuckles Elena’s belt before opening the trousers. With a hard jerk and a wobble in protest from Elena, the trousers fell south stopping at the woman’s knees. Elena’s shapely backside and womanhood is masked in pair of thin burgundy cotton panties. The panties hugs Elena perfectly, showing off ass crack and a little camel toe. Frank’s fingers play around with the waistband of the panties but he restrains himself before wrapping his arms Elena’s hips and moving her the short distance to the bed.

Elena is stiffly laid down on to the bed with her legs jutting over the edge rigidly board-like. Frank plucks off the Marshal’s ankles boots revealing simple black socks, her sock covered feet remained arched as if she was still wearing her boots. Frank tugs her trousers down the rest of the way and tosses them on the bed. He eyes the black socks pulled up around Elena’s calves before peeling them south. Being a bit on the shorter side, Elena has thick thighs that helped out her backside, her calves were high and muscular over trimmed ankles. Her toes were neatly trimmed and pained a deep shade of red. Frank traced Elena’s naked arched soles with his fingers before letting his eyes wander her scantily clad body.

Hooking his fingers around the waistband of her panties, Frank started to slide the light cotton garment off her hips and legs. Elena’s sex was soon revealed, the Marshal remained blankly staring at the ceiling with lips agape and arms over her head as Frank took in her womanhood. Her snatch was covered in a fuzz of dark hair well-groomed and under control. Frank could not help but run his fingers through the close-cropped pubes massaging Elena’s clit while she remained oblivious.

Elena’s feet were flattened as she was erected and her arms brought down to shoulder level with her hands outstretched before her as if a zombie. Her bra was then unclasped and slipped off her shoulder and arms. Elena’s breasts were nice and round not overly large but they just fit her frame nearly perfectly. They were capped with dark nipples and to Frank’s surprise both nipples bore red ruby studs. With the piercings, her watch and her lush hair still pulled back in a pony tail giving Elena a even more naked look.

Frank circled Deputy Marshal Elena Royce taking in all that she had to offer with an appraising eye. He should look into cops more as product he guessed as he looked Elena from head to toe, she was definitely a nine or ten much better looking in the buff. He removed her watch and lowered her arms back to her sides before pulling her lush dark from its ponytail. Deciding to let her keep her studs for now and let processing deal with them later. Stepping in front of Elena, Frank stared at her blank face for the hundredth time for what it seemed. “I bet you didn’t think you’ll be naked and frozen when you woke up this morning,” he said tapping Elena on the tip of her nose. She kept her blank look as he smiled at her.

Elena stood in the kitchen at attention with hands handcuffed in front her held low covering her womanhood. Her face bore an overly exaggerated smile that did not look natural on her face and would be deemed as foreign to those who knew her intimately. The expression had been molded by Frank’s expert fingers a short while before. Nearby Frank paced behind the frozen woman making some calls. He had transport coming to pick it the Marshal, but that night, Elena Royce would be processed and sold off as sex doll to the highest bidder. Through Frank's phone conversation, Elena smiled blankly, oblivious to her future. Her day had started out so promising.