Able to sort of understand what Bella was saying through the gag, Lon still tightened it behind her head. "Really, you're hardly in a position to tell me what to do."<br/><br/>The vehicle stopped inside the large garage of a huge two story house in the middle of the countryside, miles from the highway. The van stopped and Bella was hauled over Lon's shoulder, his hand running down her buttocks and thighs as they entered the two story house, walked through the kitchen and into the living room.<br/><br/>Lon sat down and put Bella on his lap, atop his hardening erection as he fitted his hands onto Bella's breasts from behind. The other conspirators from the magazine, to include the seemingly mild mannered James sat nearby.<br/><br/>"So, this is the journalist bitch that's been poking around our operation, eh?" James said.<br/><br/>"That she is." Lon said, "Well, I say we give her the<em>full experience</em>while she's here..." Lon began, menacingly as he took a small gun from his pocket and pointed it to Bella's head, "I'm gonna untie you in a moment, but you'll do exactly as I say, understood? Nod if you understand..."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Days later at the Magazine: "Haylee, if you might take that bra of yours off for the next shot?" Lon said, "Oh, but give us a sideways view, and maybe cover up just a little...very nice."<br/><br/>Lon made a mental note to keep an eye on this one. She'd looked at a photo of Bella that was up from the kidnapper reporter's last shoot several days ago a bit too long for his liking. His background check had confirmed her association with Miss DiSilvestri...