The Zara Detective Agency

This one was a little different as it was male equestrians in trouble this time. Still, I think it turned out pretty good.

Characters:

William Smythe: The 21 year old partner of James Snygeski and a fellow rookie of the Zara Detective Agency. Blonde of English descent.
-White long-sleeved shirt, red tie, black leather gloves, black belt, beige jodhpurs & black riding boots.

James Snygeski: The 22 year old partner of William Smythe and a fellow rookie of the Zara Detective Agency. Brunette of Polish descent.
-Blue short-sleeve shirt, black tie, black leather gloves, brown belt, white jodhpurs & brown riding boots.

Lucy Zara: The 31 year old owner of the Zara Detective Agency. Blonde of English descent, but actually born in England.
-Red long-sleeve blouse, black tie, black leather gloves, black belt, white jodhpurs & black riding boots.

Amy Masters: A 25 year old member of the Zara Detective Agency, and William and James' superior. Black-haired and of Chinese descent from Hong Kong.
-White short-sleeve blouse, green tie, black leather gloves, brown belt, white jodhpurs & black riding boots.

Susan O'Neil: A 30 year old Dominatrix and Call Girl, the person James and Williams are assigned to watch, and in her spare time, a passionate equestrian. Red-headed and of Irish descent.
-White long-sleeved blouse, black tie, black leather gloves, black belt, beige jodhpurs & brown riding boots.

Prologue:

William Smythe and James Snygeski are rookies in the rather eccentric Zara Detective Agency. Their first mission is to study on a supposed call girl, and see if she has a "little black book". On the final day of observation and readiness to steal the book, the boys' overconfident attitudes may get them into hot water if Susan O'Neil suspects anything....

Lady Lucy Zara was born into nobility, and since the age of 18, has traveled the world, getting into all sorts of adventure, trouble and sometimes both. Five years ago, she started up the Zara Detective Agency, one of the more notable aspects of it is because of Zara's eccentric nature, the usual dress of the members is that of classic English equestrians, old-styled European officer military uniforms and highway patrol motorcycle uniforms. We now cut to one of their locations in England...

*Zara Detective Agency, London, England*

Two figures walk to Lady Zara's office. They are two rookies working their first ever case.

On the left is William Smythe, dressed in his uniform of a White long-sleeved shirt, a red tie, a pair of black leather gloves, a black belt, beige jodhpurs & a pair of black riding boots. William's long, blonde hair, his slim figure and youthful looks often gained him mockery from other men all his life, mostly calling him a "twink", and so he decided to join the well-known Agency in hopes of shedding that image. Of course, the dress code isn't helping in that respect, but the girls do go crazy when they see him in his tight jodhpurs.

On the right is James Snygeski, clad in his uniform of a Blue short-sleeve shirt, a black tie, a pair of black leather gloves, a brown belt, white jodhpurs & a pair of brown riding boots. Unlike William, James is more of a traditional form of handsome. He joined mostly because being a Motorcycle Cop wasn't quite how he imagined. He's not too fond of horses, so imagine his surprise when he saw the dress code, and his now-usual pants that are known to show off all of the wearer's curves.

William then knocks on the door, and a "Come In" is heard. Inside is Lady Zara looking at some paperwork. She is clad in a Red long-sleeve blouse, a black tie, a pair of black leather gloves, a black belt, white jodhpurs & a pair of black riding boots. "Ah, the new rookies. Tell me boys, what's your first and currently ongoing case again?".

"We are currently spying on Susan O'Neil. She is from a Irish family that moved to England when she was 12. She is a suspected prostitute, albeit a wealthy one, as she caters to a elite clientele" said James, "One of her clients suspects she has information on him that can ruin his career and has come to us to find if she has something like a black book".

"And does she?" said Lady Zara. "Yes, last night, we got a clear shot of her writing into such a thing from her second story window. Today, our orders are to retrieve it" William replied.

"Splendid. Well, I'll the rest to your superior. Good luck, boys!", Lady Zara told them. They both saluted, and went to find their CO.

Both marched silently through the halls. In their minds, they thought of eachother. William didn't like James' boisterous nature, and James was someone who thought William was a bit of a poof. Nevertheless, they quickly found Amy Masters, their superior. Masters, despite her name, was ethnically Chinese, and born in Hong Kong. When it was time to rejoin mainland China, her parents came to England, and assumed more white-sounding names in a attempt to blend in better. She was clad in a White short-sleeve blouse, a green tie, a pair of black leather gloves, a brown belt, white jodhpurs & a pair of black riding boots.

"Ah, welcome, my friends. All right, today is the day. We've learned that O'Neil is going for a early morning ride, and by the time you get there, she'll be gone. Now, one of you is going to break into her house, get the book, and get back the Van, then to here, hand it over, and be done with this assignment. The other stays in the van and makes sure nothing goes wrong. Understood?". "Yes, Ma'am", said both. "Great, now I'll be ready to provide backup if needed. Either call it in, or if I don't hear from you in thirty minutes, either way I'll come. Good luck!".

And with that, both went to the garage, got into their van, and drove to Susan's home. One of her two cars was gone, suggesting she indeed left to go riding. "All right, looks like the coast is all clear. Now, which one should go in?" said James. "I should. I'm more stealthier, and you make a good backup guy" retorted William. "All right, fine. Just remember, if anythings up, just use the walky-talky. And remember the key to the door".

And with that, William left. Earlier on, the boys were able to make a key to Susan's door, and with that, it was easy entrance into her home. William surveyed the area, and determined it was all clear. "All right, the bedroom should be upstairs. This should be easy!", and with that, he holstered his gun, and went up, completely careless. Soon to be a mistake.

Susan heard the door open, she could hear a faint voice, and heavy footsteps coming up. "Thank God, I bugged their van" she thought "and this idiot has no caution at all". Drawing her gun, and waiting behind her door, Susan, clad in her riding gear of a White long-sleeved blouse, a black tie, a pair of black leather gloves, a black belt, beige jodhpurs & a pair of brown riding boots, stood perfectly still.

William come to the bedroom door, and opened it. As he walked in, he began to survey the room, and quickly saw the black book on the dresser. "Ah, there it is. Well, this is easy enough" he thought. As he strode over and grabbed it, suddenly he heard a gun clicking and a ice-cold "Freeze". Suddenly, every single muscle went dead. William couldn't even think. "Drop the book", which he did almost robotically. "Take your holster and throw it over", again he did. "Stick your arms straight up like a goal post, bring your legs together and stay perfectly still", which again he did.

She then inspected her soon-to-be captive. "I was going go riding today, what's your excuse?, which William just meekly went "uh" too. "I also see you were going for my little book there. Let me guess, Zara?", which William unconsciously nodded to. "Crap", he thought.

"All right, now slowly walk to my dresser near my bed, and open it", Susan ordered, which William did. "Now, you see those handcuffs? Put them on, and behind your back. When you lock them, throw they key away", again he did. "Now, hold perfectly still. I'm going to frisk you. Now, if you try to resist or kick me, I will shoot you. Do not, and there will be no pain involved". Susan slowly walked over to William, and started checking him. She checked the sleeves of his shirt, the pockets of his jodhpurs, and slid her fingers inside his riding boots, but found nothing. But, she suddenly grabbed his crotch, which he did a surprised grunt to. "Hmm, not bad at all, detective." Susan then backed away slightly. "All right, turn around".

As he did so, Susan mused "Ooh, you're quite a catch. Too bad we had to meet under such circumstances. Anyways, let's make something clear, I was just going to do my passion, then vanish by the night came, but you had to stick your nose in it. Now, I'm not a killer, if I was, your brains would be all over my dresser. Now, I'm going to take you to my basement, then you are going to call your partner, because I know you have one, in here, then I'm going to take care of him, bring him down, tie both of you up and vanish, but if you try to escape, I will shoot you. All right?", which William nodded to, "Great, now hold perfectly still".

As she approached, William's thoughts were the same ones when he first got captured, and it was "Oh shit" repeated again and again. With surprising strength, she hoisted him over her shoulders, and then took a quick grab of his ass. "Ooh, I wish I had more time with you. Oh, the fun we could have", she retorted. As she descended down the stairs, William tries to break free by kicking his still-free legs, but it was to no avail. "Knock that shit off!", she sternly said, which William meekly obeyed.

Soon, they were in her basement. Except for a rack filled with various "implements", it was a pretty vacant place. Susan went over to the rack, and grabbed another pair of handcuffs. "Oh, man, I don't like that at all", William thought. Then, she walked to the center of the room, and dropped William onto the floor. "Ooph!", he grunted. The force of it knocked the wind out of him, meaning he couldn't resist Susan cuffing his feet together. Sadly, he was completely helpless. Susan then pulled William into a seating position.

"All right pretty boy, this is what's going to happen. I'm going to hold this radio to you, and you tell your partner that you have been captured, and there's a guy down here holding a gun to your head. Then, you tell him to come to the front door where he and I can hash it out. Now, if you do this, then no harm will come to you. Don't, and there will. Understand"?. William stared daggers at her. He knew he shouldn't, but fear gripped him. Fear for himself, even fear for James. "All right, but don't kill him". "Don't worry darling, he's just going to be a bit tied up. Just like you."

Outside, James was on the walky-talky with Amy. "A few minutes ago, William entered her house. I haven't heard anything from him, so I guess everything is all right, but he's sure taking his sweet time.", James told her. "Well, keep a sharp eye out anyways. Remember, just because nothing bad looks like it's happening doesn't mean it isn't anyways. Well, keep going guys", Amy said. "All right, thank you", he said and hung up.

As he hung up, suddenly he got a call. "James, are you there?", he heard William say. "Yeah, I'm here. Finally find the book?". "Listen very carefully. O'Neil is here and she caught me". "What?", James spoke in shock. As William tried to stop, Susan pointed her gun at his face, forcing him to continue. "She's got a thug in here, pointing a shotgun at the back of my head. She wants you to come to the front door, where you and her can talk on how to free me. And I'm sorry I got caught. I was reckless". "Well, shit. All right, hang in there, I'll see what I can do.", and with that James hung up. "That idiot! He screwed everything up. Well, I can tell Amy that and maybe I can get a promotion. Well, let's see what we can do". And so, James exited the van, and walked slowly to the door.

"Very nice, pretty boy. Of course, I'll bringing him here, and I can't have you screaming for help" Susan purred, which she then pulled a ball gag out from behind her back. William clenched his mouth as firmly as he could, but Susan pinched his nose, forcing him to breathe, and it was with that, she stuffed it in. "Mmmph mmmrg (God damn it!)" William muttered. "Nice try. Now, be a good little boy and stay here while I go get your partner". And with that, Susan went up the stairs and left the handcuffed and gagged boy equestrian to struggle.

William thrashed wildly on the floor, stamping his riding boots onto the ground, screaming through his gag, and trying as hard as he could to break the handcuffs, but all to no avail, he was well-secured. "Mmmph, mmmph mmmrg! (God, these cuffs!), mmmph mmmmmmph! (Sorry James, I screwed up!)) was all the ball gag would allow.

As James came to the door, it suddenly opened, and the beautiful Susan emerged. "All right, how did you even know we were here?", he asked. "I noticed you the first day. The next one, I got a neighbor kid to snake a bug on your van. I've been counter-spying on you two for a while. Now, as he said, your partner is currently making friends with a hired goon", Susan said. "If I'm not back in three minutes, he's going to kill him. If you want to save his life and your career, you will surrender." James hated the idea, but he eventually said "Fine".

"Splendid. First, hand me your holster", which after a minute of thought, he did. "Now, come on in. You see that little cabinet there?". "Yes", James said. "There's a pair of handcuffs in there. Put them on and behind your back". "Are you kidding me?", James angrily shouted. "The longer you wait, the quicker the thug will wait for his orders. Now, do it!", Susan ordered. Against his best knowledge, James complied, and soon was helpless. "Hmm, now that I look at you, you aren't too bad yourself. You have that classic American movie star look. Compared yo your partner's elvish looks. Susan lustily purred. But, with sudden speed, she checked him in the same manner she did earlier with William. From the pockets, inside James' riding boots, and even a crotch check, James was not hiding anything.

"I bet you enjoyed that" James said. "You bet, and I think you did too", Susan retorted as she put a bag over his his head. "Now, my hand on your left arm will guide you. Don't try anything, my pistol is pointed at your back in case you try anything. Now, start marching". Despite the troubles of being blindfolded, Susan's guide got James to the basement, where he could hear William's gagged cries for help. But, as Susan lifted the hood off, he saw William cuffed on the ground, but nobody else. "Mmmmph, mmph (It's a trap!)" William tried to say, but Susan clocked James on the head with the butt of her gun, and he was out.

"Mmmrg mmmph! (No, James!)" William shouted, as Susan went to the rack and got a bottle of chloroform and a rag, which she then poured onto it. "Now, it's time for you to take a nap, my dear" Susan said as she put it on William's face. Although he struggled, he was soon out. "Good night, sweet prince", Susan said. As she looked at both young men out cold, she sighed. "Oh, if only I had more time to enjoy you both". But time she did not have, and she knew this. Thus, the idea for a simple tie job was needed. Using her key, she unlocked the handcuffs on James' wrists and William's wrists and feet, and removed his ball gag. She then looked around in the basement, and found something she liked.

There were two rings welded down on the floor, which gave Susan a idea. The first thing she did was gather much rope. She then dragged the equestrian detectives near eachother, and forced both up in a sitting position and with their back to eachother. Then, she pus William's hands in front of James like his body was a tree or post, and firmly tied his wrists. Then, she put James' hands in the same way in front of William and also tied them. Then, she took a length of rope, and tied them together by the midsections. She also tied their elbows together.

Then, she dragged both in between the rings with their feet near each one. Then, she tied their thighs together, and then their ankles. "Ooh, nice Luchesse riding boots!", she said to William. "And Kongis for the tough boy", to James as she tied both of their ankles. As both young men were firmly tied. She took a length of rope, looped around their ankles, and tied the rest to the circle, tying them to each, making sure they couldn't move past it. As both now were tied just as she liked. Susan decided it was now time to gag and blindfold them. She grabbed another ballgag from the rack, and secured it around James' mouth, and reinserted the same one William was gagged with earlier. Then, she procured two beautiful silk scarfs, and tied them around the boys' eyes. After reinspecting the rope, gags and blindfolds, Susan was impressed that both were firmly tied down.

After loading everything she needed into the car, Susan went back down to the basement to check on her captives, who ere starting to stir. "Mmmm.....mmm....mmmph mmmrg! (Ugh, my head.....Wait a second!)" James mumbled until he realized his situation. "Mmmmmph mmph! (That witch! She tied me like a Christmas turkey!)". Soon afterwords, William also was revived, and none too happy at his situation. "Hahahaha! So, both of you are up then! Well, my prettied, I'm afraid this is where we must part! Don't worry, a couple of hours and I'm sure you two can wiggle free! But, I'll be long gone by then! Ciao!", and with that Susan was gone, and both young men were screaming into their gags in a mixture of fright and anger.

Both James and William tried every rope escape trick they learned in the Academy, but Susan's knots were forged from years of experience, and would not yield. And with both blinded by the scarfs, it made trying to escape even harder since neither knew where the knots were.

James started to think. "All right, let's see. My hands are tied behind my back, and in front of William, whose own hands I can feel just under my chest. Our arms are firmly locked together, , we can't move without dragging the other one because of being tied by our stomachs, and we can't move our legs much due to the rope being held down by something. Don't panic, Jimmy. Just stay calm, and we get out of this".

Meanwhile, William was starting to berserk, and was thrashing wildly, and screaming bloody murder into his accursed ball gag. "Mmmmmmph! mmmph mmmph mmrrg mmmph mmmmrg! (Damn it, why won't they give! god, my first mission, and I'm tied up like I'm in some old pulp novel!".

Both struggled for what seemed like hours to them. But, suddenly, a familiar voice beckoned. "James! William! where are you two?!?". It was none other then Amy! James suddenly remembered that if neither called back in 30 minutes, she would come by, and by jove, she did.

Both heard her voice, and to get her, both yelled as hard as they could through the rubber balls shoved in their mouths. And eventually, they got Amy's attention. As she came into the basement, she said "Oh my God, James! William! What happened to both of you?!? Don't worry, I'm coming right down, and get you two out!". And soon, with years of experience behind her belt, she had managed to untie both within a minute.

"So, what happened?". she asked. "Susan, she knew we were coming, and ambushed both of us. Then, she dragged us here, and tied up both of us, and made her escape", James said. "It's all my fault", William said. "She caught me first, and used me as bait for James". "I see. Well, how did she subdue you both?". "With a gun and the threat of killing him", James told her. "Well, it's best you avoided doing something that got you both killed. Still, I will tell you something. On my first case, me and my partner Amanda were once caught and spent the rest of the night tied to pillars in some dingy waterfront warehouse. It happens", Amy said. "Anyways, in her hurry, it looks like Susan forgot something", and with that Amy procured the Black Book.

"Where did you find that?!?" William asked in amazement. "In the hallway. Seems she forgot all about it. Well, we got the book, so let's go back to the HQ and debrief you both". "Yes, Ma'am!", both rookies said, and with that, they left.

Soon afterwords, the police caught Susan O'Neil before she could escape via flight. And with her arrested for a variety of charges, and the book within the hands of the Zara Detective Agency, this mission these two young rookies underwent, was a success.

The end.