Author: Bulgroz the Third
Title: The Adjusters #29 - The Fall of the House of Cusker
Keywords: MF, FF, mc
Posted: June 3, 2012
Edited: June 3, 2012




			  The Adjusters #29


		   The Fall of the House of Cusker



When Daniel came to, three things immediately jumped at him. First,
his body felt like one massive bruise, just like that time as he kid
when he had jammed a fork into an electrical socket. Second, he was
sitting in a chair with his wrists tied behind him and a gag in his
mouth. Third, he was not alone.

"Hey man, he's coming to..."

Daniel focused his gaze on the voice with some difficulty. In front of
him stood the man with the Green Arrow costume--what was it that
Jackson had called him, Brad?--and he looked nervous. Jackson. Daniel
turned his head and glanced to his right, wincing as he did so, and he
saw that Jackson was sitting in a chair next to his, bound and gagged
as well. There was blood matting the hair on the back of his head. And
he was awake.

Beyond Jackson, completing a rough semicircle with their own chairs,
were Kevin Cusker, as well as the blond man with the pale blue eyes
that Daniel had seen with Serena earlier standing over an
incapacitated Jackson. Both were tied up and gagged like he and
Jackson were. What's going on here? Daniel wondered. The blond man had
an angry-looking shiner on his eye and his lower lip was bloody. Kevin
looked dazed, but otherwise unharmed.

Daniel was trying to catch Jackson's eye to reassure himself that the
young man was okay when Biff circled around his chair. He had ditched
most of his Jabba costume, retaining only the lizard-skin tights. Jenn
was hanging on to his arm, caressing it with her hand, her oiled body
still exposed by her blue bra and her short metallic blue skirt that
fit her ass like a glove. She had also taken off her Bobba Fett
helmet, and her long dark hair were cascading down her back.

Biff's eyes lingered over the row of people before him, slowly, with
unabashed superiority. He settled on Daniel last, his lips twisting
into a smirk. He leaned towards Jenn.

"See, doll, told you he'd be all right." He slapped her ass, eliciting
a gasp from the tall brunette, who giggled at her own reaction before
cuddling up closer to the broad-shoulder young man. "Your ex was
worried about you, it was cute," he told Daniel. "How about you go and
make him feel better, doll? Go and keep him distracted with your big
titties while the rest of us take care of business. Make him hard, and
I'll make sure to fuck you extra hard later tonight."

Jenn's eyes lit up and she pressed herself against Biff, running her
hand through his hair, her leg rubbing his up and down. "You're going
to fuck Jennie? You're going to fuck Jennie and you're gonna make her
come tonight?"

Biff laughed out loud. It was not a pleasant sound. "My little
cum-hungry doll--I'll make you come so hard you pass out."

Jenn practically squealed in delight, and she skipped over to where
Daniel was sitting.

"Come on, man! Quit playing! What are we gonna do?" Brad sounded even
more nervous than he looked.

Biff turned to him, shaking his head. "Relax, Brad. Relax. It's all
under control."

"The fuck it is!" Brad seemed on the verge of panic. Daniel, desperate
to hold on to something that would keep things from getting out of
control, wondered if there was any way he could take advantage of
that. At the same time, he wondered what Radhu was doing, whether he
had seen what was happening on the camera feed, and whether he was
figuring out how to send some help their way.

Daniel's wild strategizing was disrupted by the feel of Jenn gently
taking his head in her hands and pressing it between her breasts, warm
through the thin material of her bikini top. "Hello, lover," she
purred into his hair. "Jennie's missed you." The feel of her skin
brought back so many memories it hurt like mad, but he would be damned
before he let Biff see any of that.

Biff was not paying attention. "Listen to me," Biff told Brad,
starting to lose patience. "We got Kev and Nils, and that's all we
need. We got brothers out there making sure no one comes in. So it's
all cool, okay? Don't freak out on me now."

Brad looked at Daniel and Jackson, though Daniel saw him avoid looking
Jackson in the eyes. "And what about them?"

"Them? They're gravy. A bonus to make everything taste just a little
bit sweeter. Look, how about you go play with your new toy, okay? Take
your mind off of this a bit." He gestured towards the back of the
room. "Hey, Serena, bring that cunt here and distract good ol' Brad,
okay?" He looked down at Jackson, a gleam in his eyes. "And let's show
our old pal Jackson what he's missing out on, shall we? Spank the
cunt, then fuck her."

Daniel could not see Jackson's reaction, as Jenn was cradling his head
into her chest, rubbing his face on the inside of her breasts. He knew
he should fight it, fight her, fight Biff, but feeling her close was
good, very good, and he was not thinking straight. He must have tensed
up, because she was shushing him with a soft voice. "It's okay,
lover. Jennie will take good care of you. She'll make everything
better. Do you want to suck on Jennie's nipples? Jennie likes that--it
makes her all wet. Do you want to hear about all the time that Jennie
spent teaching Kyra to be the best little cunt-licker she can be?"

From the corner of his eye, Daniel saw said Kyra, still on her hands
and knees, crawling behind a Serena who was holding the chain fastened
to the collar around the redhead's neck. Serena had taken off her
jacket and shirt and was clad only in her tight pencil skirt and her
heels. Her breasts were swaying with every slow step. Kyra was naked,
and seemed to be crawling with difficulty. Daniel heard Jackson moan
through his gag. And then he saw what made Kyra's movements
distressing--there was what looked like a baseball bat sticking out
from between her legs, and the angle suggested it had been pushed into
her pussy.

Serena led Kyra to Brad, who kept looking between the redhead and
Biff, unsure of what to do. Turning to Kyra, Serena kneeled down, and
delivered two strong slaps to the redhead's behind, each blow
thrusting the lithe body forward and eliciting a gasp from the
crouched girl.

"Just look at her," Jenn said softly as she caressed Daniel's
head. "She loves it, the filthy slut, getting spanked, with that huge
thing up her cunt. She needs a cock in her mouth now, because that's
when she gives her best sloppy blow jobs. Jennie taught her how to do
that, did you know? Jennie taught her all of her tricks. She's a very
talented student. Jennie will ask if you can maybe sample
her--Jennie's sure you'd enjoy it."

Jenn slipped a hand between Daniel's head and her chest and pushed the
cup of her bikini aside, baring a stiff nipple that she pressed
against Daniel's mouth.

Daniel was thinking furiously, trying to avoid getting distracted by
Jenn and everyone else's actions. He had to get her out of there. And
Kyra, and Jackson. And Serena, possibly. Was Radhu making any progress
in getting them help?

Serena was smacking the redhead's ass harder and harder, leaving a
bright red imprint with every blow. Besides the sounds of flesh on
flesh and the occasional gasps from Kyra, the girls were eerily
silent. Once in a while, Serena would grab Kyra by her short hair and
pull her head up and kiss her roughly on the lips, sharing a long deep
kiss before returning to abusing the redhead's ass.

"Fuck that's hot," whispered Jenn. She was pressing her crotch into
Daniel's arm.

Seemingly unaffected by the display before them were Biff, Kevin, and
Nils--Biff was staring at Kevin with a large smile on his face, Kevin
was looking back at his cousin with an expression of dismay, and Nils
was taking in everything with eyes that seemed to miss nothing.

Biff shook his head, the smile never leaving his face. "So... what am
I gonna do with you, cuz?" He reached over to pull off Kevin's gag.

"What the fuck are you doing Biff?"sputtered Kevin upon regaining his
voice.

"Think of it as a coup, cuz. What's the matter, they don't teach you
about that in your fancy pantsy grad class? I'm in charge now."

Kevin looked at Biff carefully, narrowing his eyes. "Come on, Biff!
The frat's never gonna go for it--"

"The hell they won't," interrupted Biff. "Bunch of them are behind me,
supporting me, helping me. They want something new, cuz. Something
different. You're the past. History. I'm the future."

"Biff, stop, please! Listen, we can talk about it, okay? We can do
this like adults, come to some sort of arrangement--"

Biff's laughter stopped Kevin in his tracks. "Arrangement? What kind
of arrangement do you have in mind, cuz? The kind where you tell me
what to do, the way you've always done? No way. That's over. As I
said, I'm in charge now. I just need to figure out how to get rid of
you and your little bitch here--" he nodded towards Nils. "I'm
thinking maybe an accident. You know how they used to drown cats? A
couple of bags and lots of rocks should do the trick."

A look of concern flashed across Kevin's face at Biff's words. "Come
on, Biff--don't be crazy. Don't you think people are gonna ask
questions if we just disappear? People are gonna be asking about us,
looking for us. And everything's gonna point to you."

Biff looked at him, still smiling. "I'll do like you've done,
cuz. Cover my tracks. Lie. Misdirect. Hey, how tough can it be?"

Kevin seemed to struggle to maintain his self-control. "How tough? You
have no idea how much work it takes to keep everything under the
radar, do you? How hard I had to work to make sure nothing leaked,
you... you mindless ox? Do you know how many favors I've had to accrue
and exchange for safety, for making sure that no one knows what's
happening? Do you have any inclination to appreciate the enormity of
the enterprise?"

Biff shrugged his shoulders, still smiling.

The rising tension was dissipated by Kyra gasping as Serena grabbed
the baseball bat sticking out from between the redhead's legs and
pumped it in and out a few time, before sharing another kiss with the
submissive girl who was now quiver with arousal.

Daniel closed his eyes as he heard Jenn let out an enthusiastic
"That's it, Ser--fuck the little cunt!"

The interruption shook Brad out of his reverie, and he blanched as he
turned to Biff, suddenly worried. "Listen, man--maybe Kevin's
right. This is a bad idea--"

"Oh for fuck's sake! Wake up, Brad! You got Kyra out of this, haven't
you? Didn't you say you wanted more action in the frat, more girls?
You want to know how we're gonna get more girls? I'm gonna get you
more girls. Me!"

Kevin growled. "You... you... How are you gonna get more girls, huh?
Tell me, I'm all ears." He was getting angry. "How are you gonna get
more girls, Biff? The doctor's gone, you hear me? Gone!"

Biff's smile to his cousin was a lot less pleasant. "No worries,
cuz. Bernie knows how to do it. He did my girl there quite good," and
he nodded towards Jenn, who was cooing gently as she pressed Daniel's
head against her breast while keeping her eyes on the two girls making
out before them. "As soon as we get him back from wherever you sent
him off to, I'm letting Bernie loose on the chicks"

"Bernie's dead, you moron! DEAD!" Kevin was screaming now. "Throat
slashed like a fuckin' pig! You moron! You fuckin' MORON!"

"I AM NOT A MORON!" roared Biff, getting all red in the face. He took
a deep breath to calm himself down, and started pacing in front of
Kevin, fists clenching. "You don't get to call me a moron, okay? Not
anymore! NOT ANYMORE!"

Everyone stared at Biff's outburst, except the girls--Serena kept
spanking and kissing Kyra, once in a while squeezing one of the
redhead's hanging breasts, and Jenn continued pressing Daniel's face
into her chest and commenting on the girl-on-girl action.

Kevin shrank back as much as he could given that he was trussed up in
his chair. "Okay, okay--look, I'm sorry, I don't know what--I'm a bit
freaked out, all right? Makes me a bit crazy. If you untie me, I'm
sure we can--"

"Remember when we were kids," said Biff with a soft voice, quiet but
filled with tension, "when we used to hang out at the farm with gramps
for the summer? Remember the treehouse we built?"

Kevin frowned. "Sure..."

"I worked so hard on that treehouse... You were telling me what to do,
like you always did, like you always do, but I didn't care, not
then. I wanted that treehouse to be the best fuckin' treehouse in the
whole world. And it was, too. The best fuckin' treehouse in the whole
world." His tone was almost melancholic.

"Biff..." Kevin had grown pale again.

"Then we were done, and we called gramps to come see it, and he looked
so happy, looked so proud, you know. You could see it in his eyes. And
then he climbed up the ladder to see it from up close, you know, look
over our work, though you could tell he was proud. Gramps was so hard
to please, like dad was. Except that day, gramps was proud of me."

"Biff..." Kevin was struggling against his bonds.

"He was up there in our treehouse when the floor gave way. Fell
through. Landed hard. Broke his hip. Never was the same again. And you
were screaming at me--that I was in charge of putting the wood down
right up there, that it was the only job that I had and that I managed
to even screw that up, that any idiot could have put a floor together
right and that it was my fault that gramps had to be rushed to the
hospital and that it was my fault that gramps was wailing and
you... you remember what you told me, Kevin?" Biff had circled back to
Kevin and was now leaning down towards his cousin, looming over him.

"Biff, look..."

"REMEMBER WHAT YOU TOLD ME, KEVIN?"

"I said... Look..."

"You said I was a moron. That I almost killed gramps because I was a
moron. That I was born a moron, that I would die a moron."

Biff straightened up, in a daze, looking around. His eyes found
Kyra. He took the three steps that separated him from the redhead, who
was still on all four on the floor being manhandled by Serena.

"I am not a moron, Kevin."

He yanked the baseball bat from between Kyra's legs. The redhead
shrieked with surprise and pain. Biff paid it no attention. He hefted
the bat.

"I am not a moron, Kevin."

"Biff! Please..." Kevin was struggling to pull himself free, his chair
thumping on the floor.

Biff turned to look at Kevin, his eyes no longer cloudy but narrow,
his face red, his lips thin. He hefted the bat again.

"I am not a moron!" Barely controlled.

"Biff!" shouted Kevin.

"Dude!" shouted Brad.

Biff was beside Kevin in a flash, swinging the bat.

"I--" whack!

"AM--" whack!

"NOT--" whack!

"A--" whack!

"MORON!" whack!

The sound of cracking bone filled the room. Kevin's head practically
exploded. The spray of blood splashed onto everyone. Kevin slumped in
his chair, his brain matter dripping to the floor like wet rags down a
laundry chute.

Everyone stared, horrified. Everyone except the girls, who did not
even acknowledge that anything out of the ordinary was
happening--Serena, having replaced the baseball bat with her own
fingers, was enthusiastically finger-fucking Kyra while Jenn was
egging her on to "fist-fuck the little cunt." Nils was looking at Biff
measuredly, almost dismissive of the flesh and blood sliding down the
side of his face.

"What are YOU looking at?" yelled Biff, staring Nils down. "Do you
want some of this too?" He lifted the bat.

"Biff! Fuck! FUCK! Calm down! FUCK!" Brad, wide eyed, short of breath,
grabbed Biff's arm.

Biff shook him off, shoved him to the ground and--his eyes blazing
with anger--lifted his bat again.

Brad cowered. "Biff! Please! Don't! Stop! Please!"

Biff closed his eyes, took a deep breath. The bat lowered, slowly. One
could hear the droning white noise of the party in the background, the
sounds of Serena's fingers sliding in and out of Kyra's pussy and the
redhead's coos of appreciation punctuated by a hard slap on the ass at
random intervals, and the sounds of the blood dripping from Biff's
baseball bat.

Biff opened his eyes again, and looked much calmer. He eyed what
remained of his cousin Kevin, then he gestured to Brad, still cowering
on the floor. "Get up. Come on, it's over. We needed to get rid of
him, well, that's done now. I need you to go and find a bag, big one,
thick. We're gonna drop him in the lake."

"Is... was it true?" Brad stood up, looking shaky.

"What?"

"What he said, about the doctor being gone, Bernie being dead?"

Biff shrugged. "My cuz would have said anything to save his
skin. Wouldn't be the first time he lied." He sounded bitter at
that. "Don't worry. Just go find a bag."

Brad, looking worried despite Biff's reassurance, ran out of the room.

Biff sighed, closed his eyes again, took a deep breath. When he opened
them again, he looked at the bat in his hands, as if he was surprised
it was still there. He offered it to Serena. "Here, shove it up her
cunt again--she loves it." He turned to Jackson, who looked like he
was about to be sick.

Daniel did not blame him--he was not doing too well either.

"You like that, bro?" asked Biff. "Look at her," he pointed to Kyra,
who was groaning, on all four with her ass up, her legs spread wide,
as Serena struggled to push the end of the baseball bat back into the
redhead's pussy. "She lives to have something big shoved deep inside
her. But you should know that. After all, you kids are love, aren't
you?" Biff sneered at the term love.

Jackson stared at Biff willing to tear him apart, struggling with his
bonds with no effect.

Biff merely grinned, a sinister grin. Daniel wanted to tell Jackson
not to antagonize him, not after what had happened to Kevin Cusker,
but Jackson paid no mind. Jenn was still pressing his mouth against
her breast, running her hands softly in his hair and down his neck. So
close, and yet so far. He wanted nothing more in the world than to
take her away from all of this, bring her to the doctor, and get her
back the way she used to be. He was running out of options
quickly. Biff was alone now, but he and Jackson were still
incapacitated. He looked over at Nils, sitting stoically at the other
end of the room, but he did not know the man, and could not read
him. Could he help?

Biff was still focusing on Jackson. "It hurt, bro," he was saying,
shaking his head. "It hurt to see you try to move against me. I mean,
aren't we all about sharing in this fraternity? It's about
brotherhood, about family, but you turn around and betray us. Turn
around and associate yourself with the likes of Dickhead here--" Biff
nodded towards Daniel, "and try to hurt me, one of your own
brothers. I think I already told you what I thought of you, bro. But
that's no reason to take it up with me and do as you're doing now. No
reason at all. You're gonna pay for that, bro."

He looked about to get angry again, but calmed himself down by
straightening up and turning to look at Kyra being serviced by
Serena. The black girl had flipped the redhead onto her back and
spread her legs as wide as the chain connecting her ankles
allowed--maybe a foot and a half apart--and was suckling her breasts,
one hand thrusting the baseball bat in and out of Kyra's pussy slowly
but deeply. Kyra was undulating on the floor, arching her back and
pushing her pelvis out to meet the thick wooden bat, a moan escaping
her lips once in a while.

Biff spoke to Jackson while looking at the couple. "She's turning out
nicely, bro. Very nicely. Do you know she's not even triggered right
now? No, she's doing it all because she wants it, needs it, craves
it. She's the sickest fuck I've ever met, I gotta say. Way too much of
a woman for you, bro, so I actually did you a favor by taking her away
from you. You couldn't have handled it. Oh, and she's definitely got a
sweet ass on her. Second hottest ass I've ever had, after my little
doll here." He looked at Jenn, who shivered against Daniel when Biff
singled her out.

"Jennie loves to get your cock in her ass, big guy. It makes her come
so hard," she said, an excited smile in her voice.

"That you do, doll. We should give these guys a live demo soon."

"Anytime you want, big guy. Jennie's always hot and ready for you."

Daniel forced himself to remain calm. Frustration and anger would
yield nothing. Focus, he told himself. Something will come up, and
you'll have to be ready to take advantage of it.

"I know I said I'd keep her to myself as a little ass slut, bro,"
continued Biff, speaking to Jackson. "I'm sorry, but honest, I don't
think I can keep the little cunt satisfied. But you do need to
pay. For your betrayal, you know? So I traded her away. Like an
object. How do you feel about that, Jackson? How do you feel about
your girlfriend being given away to another man, like property." Biff
smiled as he saw Jackson struggle with his bonds and scream
indistinctly into his gag. "That's right, I've given her away to
Brad. He's been lusting after the cunt for a while, and he was pretty
miffed when you essentially got exclusive rights to the chick. Oh,
he's been getting some on the side, of course. Face it, bro--she's
such a hot piece of ass that you couldn't really expect the brothers
to stop using her, did you? But when I told him he could have her to
himself, that she'd be his own personal slut, that she'd be his own
personal slave, well, he just went crazy. I'm sure he's gonna use her
like she deserves to be used, the little slut. And let me tell you,
she just loves to be used." He eyed Jackson carefully, before a huge
grin formed on his face.

"What do you think, doll?" he asked Jenn without letting his eyes
stray from Jackson. "Should we show my bro here how much his
girlfriend loves to be used?"

Jenn shivered again against Daniel, and pressed her crotch harder into
his arm. "Jennie would find that so hot, big guy. She gets to show off
how well she trained the little cunt."

Biff grinned, and turned towards the two girls on the floor. "Serena,
come here." He whispered something in the ear of the black girl who
had quickly shuffled by his side. Serena nodded once, then almost ran
out of the room, her skirt rucked up around her waist, her breasts
bouncing, her heels click-clacking on the floor.

Biff watched her go, his face unreadable. He took a step towards
Kyra--still on the ground--and kicked her legs apart. "Come on, you
little cunt. Give us a good show. Finger yourself, while your negro
lover gets her toys." He reached down and pulled the baseball bat from
her pussy, making Kyra gasp with both the movement and the resulting
void.

Kyra moaned as she spread her long legs as wide as the chain would
allow, and dropped her hands to her crotch. Her breasts were rising up
and down with her breathing, her nipples hard, aroused from her
earlier stimulation. She started running her fingers over her pussy
lips, around them, between them, alternatively separating them and
pushing them together, while she ran her other hand over her breasts
and down her stomach. When she tilted her pelvis upwards to give a
better show, her hand not pressing fingers into her snatch sneaked
underneath her to caress her asscheeks. She moaned the whole time,
whimpering and sighing, lost in her own world.

"Doll--" Biff said, turning to Jenn, "come and give her a hand. Eat
her out, drive her nuts."

Jenn nodded. "Of course, big guy. Jennie would love to." She let go of
Daniel's head and walked with long feline steps towards Kyra,
balancing on her heels. She sank to her knees between the redhead's
legs, making sure to present her skirt-clad ass towards the audience
of men, before leaning down and noisily adding her mouth to the action
going on around Kyra's pussy. Kyra responded to the contact by
groaning louder and grasping the brunette head and pulling her close.

Biff was grinning madly. Daniel was looking at him, wondering what was
going on in the head of the big man. He looked mad, and not just
because his shirt was speckled by the blood of his cousin. Daniel was
no psychologist, but his stepfather was a psychiatrist, and Daniel had
seen and heard enough about mental patients to suspect that Biff had
snapped, deeply. Which made him unpredictable, and dangerous.

Daniel also wondered if what Biff had said was true, or whether it was
part of his delusion--or whether he said it only to prod Jackson into
some sort of reaction--that Kyra was not being controlled, at least
not in the way that Jenn and Serena were being controlled.

While Daniel was pondering these questions, and moreover still trying
to find a way out of their predicament, Biff was leaning towards
Jackson, eyeing Kyra while doing so. "Look at her, bro, being a good
little cunt and doing what I ask her to do. No wonder she got Brad so
hooked, if that's what he's been getting for the past few nights, if
that's what he's gonna be getting from now on."

Before he could add anything, Serena came back into the room.

"Do you have it?" asked Biff.

"Of course I do," replied Serena, a naughty smile on her face, lifting
a large black dildo with an attached harness. "You gonna use it on me?
I've been fucking horny since I got here, and I just can't wait to be
fed something thick and hard, if you know what I mean."

Biff, looking a little bit on edge, roughly pulled her close and
kissed her, bending her backwards and forcing her to clutch him to
avoid falling to the ground. Instantly, she ground her hips into him,
responding to the kiss, her arms wrapped around his neck. She was
still clad only in her heels and her skirt which was pulled up high.

He grabbed her hair to pull her head back, staring into her eyes. He
took the dildo from her, pressing the thick artificial head to her
lips. "I want you to shut the hell up, get this thing nice and wet,
and then you can show Jackson here how hard his girlfriend likes to
get fucked." He pushed the black dildo between Serena's lips, sliding
it into her mouth. Serena accepted it, slurping her tongue noisily
around the hard rubber. "Make sure she screams," he added, stepping
back from the black girl.

Once Serena had thoroughly coated the black dildo with her saliva, she
shimmied out of her skirt and attached the harness around her waist,
the rubber cock jutting menacingly from her groin, swinging slowly.

Biff called Jenn to her side, and the tall brunette obeyed his summon,
her chin wet with the redhead's juices. Biff ripped off her bikini top
and kneaded her breasts while watching Kyra continuing to play with
herself, her moans sounding like music with accompaniment the grunts
coming from Jackson, who had never stopped trying to get out of his
restraints. Biff shot him a glance, the smirk on his face transforming
into a wide grin as he took in both Jackson and Daniel.

Daniel watched as Serena sank to her knees between Kyra's legs and
without warning lined up the black dildo with the redhead's slit and
thrust in with one hard shove. Kyra screamed as she folded her arms
and legs around the forcefully thrusting black girl, pulling her
closer, and her scream morphed into a symphony of panting and groaning
as she lifted her ass off the ground to meet Serena's powerful
assault. Breasts rubbed against breasts, hips slapped into hips, and
lips sought other lips as the two girls fucked like starved lovers.

"Nice! Look at that--that's enthusiasm for you. Does she hump you like
that when you fuck her, bro?"

Kyra was going crazy, moaning loudly and trying to rub her whole body
against Serena's on every thrust of the black cock plowing into
her. Her hands were alternatively caressing and scratching and pulling
at the black girl, grasping the tight ass cheeks to pull Serena even
deeper.

"That's what Brad's gonna get from now on, you know that, right?"
Biff's face was turning malevolent, his breathing short. "Her cunt,
her ass, her mouth--open for business, to do with as he wishes. She'll
be his. His property, his toy, his thing. His fuck thing. All that
because she's just a natural little slutty cunt, isn't that right?" He
poked the tip of his shoe into Kyra's ribs, prompting an answer. "Hey,
cunt, I'm talking to you. Answer me. You're a natural little slutty
cunt, aren't you?"

"Y...yes, I'm a natural little slutty cunt."

Serena thrust harder into the redhead.

"And what do slutty cunts do?"

"Th...they fuck."

"That's right, they fuck, whenever and however their masters want,
isn't that right? Is that what you do?"

"Y...yes, I fuck whenever and however my master wants."

Serena latched her mouth to one of Kyra's breasts as she continued
pounding into the girl.

"And who's your master?"

"B...Brad is my master."

"That's right. Brad's your master. And if Brad wants to fuck your cunt
till it bleeds?"

"Th...then I will let Brad fuck my cunt till it bleeds."

"And you will thank him and beg him to fuck you harder next time."

"I...I will let Brad fuck my cunt till it bleeds and I will thank him
and beg him to fuck me harder next time."

Serena increased the vigor of her fucking--the black girl was sweating
under the exertion.

"And if Brad wants to fuck your ass dry?"

"Th...then I will let Brad fuck my ass dry... an...and I will thank
him and beg him to fuck me harder next time."

"You hear that, bro? Tell me, cunt, what if Brad wants to fuck your
mouth until you choke?"

"Th...then I will let Brad fuck my mouth until I choke, and I will
thank him and beg him to fuck me harder next time."

"What if Brad wants to pass you around at parties, for guys to use you
as they wish."

"Th...then I will let Brad pass me around at parties for guys to use
me as they wish, and I'll thank him... them and beg them to fuck me
harder next time."

Biff clapped his hands, delighted.

"What if he wants to whore you out, make you walk the streets in a
cheap dress trolling for scumbags, make you fuck them for money?"

"Th...then I will let Brad whore me out, make me... make me walk the
streets in a cheap dress trolling for scumbags, make me fuck them for
money, and... and I will thank them and beg them to fuck me harder
next time."

"You know what--" and he glanced at Jackson who was still fighting
against his bonds, "I think I'll suggest exactly that to Brad, since
you seem so eager!" He laughed. "And you know the best part, you
little cunt? If you ever say no, ever hesitate, ever resist, then all
we need to do is say a couple of words and make you do it anyway!"

He turned to Jenn, still by his side running her hands up and down his
body, and kissed her, hard, demanding. She responded in kind, putting
her whole body into it. Biff seemed jazzed up, overflowing with
energy, and he grasped Jenn's skirt long enough to lift it up and slap
her ass several times, to which Jenn responded by shrieking and
laughing and kissing Biff back with renewed passion, her hands
grabbing his hair and pulling him down towards her.

She was panting when the kiss broke. "You gonna fuck Jennie now?" she
asked, her voice trembling. "She's so wet she's gonna ruin your pants
if she keeps on rubbing her pussy on them. Jennie wants to feel your
big cock rip her open, big guy."

On the floor, Serena and Kyra were coupling with vigor, while Jackson
struggled to free himself, and Nils remained stony-faced and
motionless. Daniel, unwilling to be distracted by the show that Biff
was clearly putting on for their benefit and for his twisted kicks,
was still trying to figure a way out of this mess, thinking of the
syringe in his sash. It was intended for Jenn and for Kyra, but under
these new conditions, it could be used to incapacitate Biff. They
would find a way to deal with Jenn and Kyra once he was taken care
of. The question was, how to work off the ropes? Before he could think
much along those lines, Biff clapped his hands twice, startling him.

"Girls, this is getting fuckin' boring," said Biff, pacing, his hands
twisting together. "You're here to entertain my bro Jackson here,
cunt, not get your kicks. Make him really feel what he's gonna miss
out on. I'm sure you fucked her ass, bro, right? I've sampled her, of
course, and so did Brad. You should have heard her squeal when he
hammered into her, you'd swear she was being skewered by a pole
axe. And in fact..." he paused, looked at Kyra, then at Jackson,
"Serena, my little black bitch, show my bro Jackson here how a good
assfuck's done, teach this boy some tricks for the future. Kyra, you
little cunt, get on your hands and knees, and then I want you to act
like you're with Brad, like your master is about to fuck you and make
you feel better than you've ever felt. You are proud that your master
is willing to stick his cock in you, let alone stick it in your loose
ass, so I want you to be vocal, you know? Explicit and stuff." He
leaned down to take her head and force her to look up at him. "Make it
good, you hear? Your master is about to fuck your ass, and you want to
please him like nothing else. You know what'll happen if you
disappoint me..."

At his words, Serena slipped her harnessed artificial cock out of Kyra
and straightened up, remaining on her knees while Kyra hurriedly
flipped over onto her stomach and raised herself on her hands and
knees. She reached behind her with her hands and pulled her cheeks
apart, looking over her shoulder at Serena, but keeping her eyes
closed.

"Brad," she said, her voice trembling, but urgent, needy. "Brad, I've
missed you so much, I've missed your cock so much! I feel so empty
without you, so alone, so neglected. My body aches for you, Brad, my
cunt aches for you, my ass aches for you... Please take me, Brad, take
me like you always do... I've missed you so much, Brad! Let me show
you how much..." She swayed her ass slowly, enticingly. "My ass is all
yours, Brad, all yours. I don't care what you do, I'm just your little
cunt, just there make you happy. Fuck me, Brad, fuck my ass! Fuck your
little cunt in the ass and get your kicks, blow your load in my tight
asshole and make me yours, again and again and again! Please, Brad,
please! Oh--"

During Kyra's litany, Serena had prepped herself up and she thrust the
dildo attached to her waist deep between the redhead's cheeks,
pressing all the way in before pulling out slowly. Kyra groaned and
dropped her head into her arms. After a sharp slap to Kyra's left
cheek, Serena proceeded to fuck her forcefully, with long slow strokes
that shoved the smaller redhead forward. "Fuck yes!" Kyra groaned
loudly, clearly taking advantage of Biff's permission to be
vocal. "You fill me up so good, Brad, so good! Fuck me as hard as you
want, Brad, as fast as you want--I'm just a tight hole for you, ever
and ever! Oh yes! Like that! You fill me up so much, Brad, so much
more than Jackson ever could! It's like I can't breathe! Oh! Deeper!
Oh yes! Just like that!"

Biff leaned over towards Jackson, who seemed to be tiring of
struggling and resorted to staring at the bigger man with murder in
his eyes. "One thing you should know about Brad," Biff
stage-whispered, "is that he loves for his little redhead cunt to tell
him how much better he is at fucking than you are. Sorry, it can be a
bit... in bad taste sometimes."

Serena was thrusting into the redhead with gusto, one hand on the her
hips, and the other reaching down to try to get a grip on the short
red hair but failing.

"I think I'm gonna suggest to Brad that he grows her hair long, you
know--so that there's something to hold on to when someone fucks
her. Maybe blonde. I'm sure she'd be cute as a platinum blonde. How
about you, doll?" he turned to Jenn, who was standing silently,
watching the girls on the floor with rapt attention. "Would you like
some nice platinum blonde hair? You know, bimbo-like?"

Jenn looked at him. "Whatever you want, big guy. If you want Jennie to
be a blonde-haired bimbo with big tits, she'll be a blonde-haired
bimbo with big tits, and she'll love every minute of it."

Biff laughed, punctuating a crescendo of moans and urgings from Kyra
as the redhead spiraled towards her first orgasm while Serena thrust
into her like a well-oiled machine, her own perfect ass flexing under
the strain of her efforts.

"Oh! There she goes! Off like a fuckin' firecracker!" said
Biff. "Pretty hot, ain't it? I just love to watch her do that. I mean,
Brad can make her come so hard she bawls her little eyes out, but this
is pretty good too, right? You getting all bothered, bro? You like
watching your girl get it up the ass? Well, we're gonna have to take
care of that, no?"

Biff was back to looking crazed. He straightened up, giving another
glance to the pair of girls on the ground rutting madly, and went over
to Jenn.

"Hey doll!" grinned Biff.

"Hey big guy."

"You like the show?" Biff pulled her close, and ran his hand down her
back to her ass.

"Mmm... Jennie does like the show. It makes her hot!"

"No shit! Someone sneezing makes you hot, you horny slut!"

The end of his statement was nearly drowned under the rising screams
of pleasure coming from Kyra, who seemed to be coming once more, her
body shaking under Serena's assault.

"If it wasn't for what I got in mind right now," said Biff, "I'd have
you get your own dildo and fuck that little black bitch's ass while
she's fucking the cunt."

Jenn brushed her hands across Biff's shirt, pushing her crotch into
his hip, rubbing up and down. "Whatever you want Jennie to do, big
guy, she'll do with a smile and a wet cunt, you know that."

"Oh, I know. But I just love how you keep reminding me." Biff
smiled. "Right now, I want you to go and help Jackson out. He got this
big boner watching his girl dyke it out with the black bitch, and I
don't want him uncomfortable. I want you to give him one of your best
head jobs."

"With pleasure," Jenn replied, a smile in her voice and on her face.

Daniel--who knew that something like that was bound to happen--did his
best to remain unmoved by the sight of Jenn making her way to Jackson,
who seemed surprised by her appearance. He had not been paying any
attention to the exchange, focused as he was on trying to pull his
wrists out of his bonds while being distracted by the spectacle before
him.

Jenn posed for a few seconds, a hand on her hip, long legs exposed,
skirt pushed high on her thighs, breasts begging to be ogled at. She
looked resplendent, even against the backdrop of two otherwise
beautiful girls sweating and groaning and lost in unbridled
sexuality. She stared at Jackson for a moment longer, running her eyes
down to his crotch, assessing, calculating, anticipating. Her tongue
ran over her lips, as if it had a mind of its own.

She pulled the zipped down the side of her skirt, and let the garment
fall to the ground at her feet. She was naked underneath, as Daniel
had expected, and her shaved pussy looked flushed with arousal. He was
finally able to see clearly the tattoo that was arching not an inch
from the top of her slit, the tattoo he had glimpsed at The Spirited
Flesh days earlier--"Biff's Cunt," it said, in red letters. Of course,
he thought. He fought hard to maintain his calm and composure, to not
give Biff any insight into how much he was seething.

Stripped naked except for her heels, Jenn slowly knelt at Jackson's
feet. The young man looked confused, tried to move away from her but
was hampered by his bonds. "Jennie's going to help you out,
Jackson. She's gonna take care of that big hard cock you're
hiding. You like watching your girlfriend get fucked, Jackson?" Jenn
pulled down Jackson's pants to his ankles, and grinned at the sight of
the revealed erection. "Well hello there! You do like watching her get
fucked, clearly. She does it so well, doesn't she? Jennie trained her,
you know?"

Jackson's reply was muffled by his gag, and Jenn ignored him, stroking
his cock lightly. "Jennie had a lot of fun with your girlfriend. She
really loves to be dominated, even humiliated. Makes her come so
hard. And Jennie got a real kick out of making her come as hard as she
could, for as long as she could." There was a tone of longing in
Jenn's voice, Daniel could not help notice. "And Jennie taught her
everything she knows about giving head. Would you like a
demonstration?"

And on that promising question, Jenn leaned down and in one long slow
lick ran her tongue from the base of Jackson's cock all the way to the
top, her eyes never leaving his. He shivered, and tried to move away,
his cock swaying with the attempt. Jenn laughed, and caught the hard
shaft between her lips to steady it. "Jennie taught your girlfriend
that men's cocks often like to be teased before you sink your mouth
all the way down on them. Don't you agree?"

Jackson's replied was again muffled, and Jenn simply smiled and ran
her tongue up from the base of his cock up to the glans once more,
using the flat of her tongue, still maintaining eye contact. Behind
her, Serena thrust violently into Kyra, a thrust that made the black
girl exhale loudly, and Kyra shouted again that she was coming, coming
for her master, coming for Brad, before starting to shake violently in
a high pitch whine.

Timing herself against the whine, Jenn pitched forward and wrapped her
lips around Jackson's cock and slid them all the way down in one
unbelievably smooth motion, pausing for a second with the hard shaft
all the way in her mouth before pulling back out, a huge smile on her
face as she gently jacked the turgid cock, looking at Jackson. "You
like?" she asked, looking innocent. "Jennie's mouth felt good on your
cock? You want more?" She grinned. "Jennie wants more. Lots more."

She sucked him in again, and this time did not pause, did not
stop. Her head bobbed up and down on his lap at a regular pace, not
slow, not fast, sucking hard, moaning on every push down. Jackson
looked torn, caught between seeing his girlfriend ravaged by Serena
but enjoying every second of it, and the beautiful brunette
worshipping his cock. Jenn's breasts were swaying with her every
movement, her ass raised to keep her balance, almost mimicking the
position Kyra found herself in as she succumbed to another orgasm
punctuated by a vicious slap courtesy of Serena, who was accusing her
of being a "shameless slut that offered her ass to anyone with a big
enough cock."

Biff, who had circled his way to stand by Daniel, alternated between
starting at Kyra getting serviced by Serena, and at Jackson getting
head from Jenn. He had an almost childish smile of glee on his
face. Between that and the thin sheen of sweat on Biff's face, Daniel
feared more than anything that the young man was heading straight for
another meltdown that would end up with someone else getting their
head smashed open.

The sounds coming from Jackson's lap, the sounds of Jenn's mouth
sliding up and down onto Jackson's shaft, the sounds of her throat
getting plugged repeatedly, were making Daniel sick, and he closed his
eyes and moved his head away.

Biff grabbed Daniel by the hair and raised his head back up,
growling. "Don't you fuckin' dare turn your head away, Dickhead. This
is for your benefit, in case you missed that part. We got some
unfinished business, you and me." Another pull on Daniel's hair tilted
his head up so he could stare straight into Biff's eyes, red and
dilated. He looked maniacal. From up close, Daniel could see speckles
of blood on Biff's skin, courtesy of the earlier savage attack on
Kevin. Bloodthirsty. That was the word that came to his mind as he
stared into the large young man's eyes. He's tasted blood and now he
wants more. And he's waiting for me to provide him with an excuse. Any
excuse.

"You know what gets me, Dickhead? What makes me real mad? I mean,
beyond the fact that you landed this prime piece of pussy there that
you so don't deserve? Beyond the fact that you made fun of me, you and
my doll there? Beyond the fact that you punched me? No, it's that you
ignored me--YOU FUCKIN' IGNORED ME!" Biff shook Daniel hard, spittle
dangling from his chin. "I sent you emails, and you never responded. I
sent you videos, and you never responded. Nothing. Not a word. Like a
fuckin' ungrateful PIECE OF SHIT!" More shaking.

Biff took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He jerked on Daniel's
hair to direct him to look at Jenn, who had picked up her pace on
Jackson's lap, rapidly thrusting her head up and down, her hair flying
about when she was not able to keep it out of her face with her
hand. Jackson seemed to have given up resisting--he was sprawled in
his chair as much as his restraints allowed him, his eyes were closed,
and his head was thrown back, whether in ecstasy or in an attempt to
escape from it all was not clear to Daniel.

Biff was snarling in Daniel's ear now, keeping his head tightly in
place. "I know you know that she's doing all of this because I'm
telling her to. I know you know that she's not responsible, and you're
right. In fact, she hates it, all of it. Deep down inside. I make her
like it though, and soon, very soon, it's going to mess her up quite
bad. She's gonna start liking it for real. I mean, I don't care,
really. I sorta like the fact that she's not happy about this, that
she probably hates my guts--makes it all the more sweet when I plow
into her and I tell her to scream that she loves what I'm doing, that
I'm making her come, that I'm the best fuckin' cock in the world and
that she couldn't live with it! Look at her, Dickhead, look at
her. She's fuckin' born to be a cocksucker. And I'm gonna make sure
her skills are appreciated by every guy she meets. I'm gonna make her
crave the taste of come like nothing else she's craved in her life,
make it so that she gets headaches if she doesn't get doses of fresh
cum on her tongue regularly."

Jenn's tempo in Jackson's lap picked up. From giving a blow job meant
to provide the height of pleasure, she had shifted into a blow job
meant to bring closure quickly--deep fast hard thrust of the mouth
down, with loud suction on the way up, accompanied by a jacking motion
with her fist that complemented her sucking. Daniel could see Jackson
clench, and whether the boy could have controlled himself and resisted
was to remain an academic question because before he could understand
what was happening his balls were exploding and he was coming down
Jenn's throat as she jammed his cock all the way down her gullet and
swallowed frantically, a look of bliss on her face.

Biff looked like he was about to say something else, but Brad's
bursting into the room interrupted him.

Brad, carrying a large sack, was grumbling. "Fuckin' tough to find,
your large sack--" He stopped when he took in the room, Serena and
Kyra on the floor still going at it, Jenn in Jackson's lap slowly
licking his deflating cock with long swipes of her tongue, Biff
holding on to Daniel's head by the hair, Nils staring straight ahead,
unmoving, focused on something internal.

Biff let go of Daniel's hair, roughly. "Good. Good! We'll take care of
Kevin then, and then we can figure out what to do with the rest of
them." He was almost shaking so keyed up he was.

Brad noticed, and eyed his friend warily. "You okay? Maybe you should
rest a bit--"

"Fuck that! Come on! You wanna go fuck the little cunt's mouth? Show
our bro here what kind of stuff you do to his girl? Come on!" Biff
slapped Brad on the back.

"Huh... not really, no. Maybe later--"

"Come on!"

"Look, to tell you the truth," and he eyed Kevin's body slumped in the
chair and still dripping blood on the now ruined carpet, "I'm not much
in the mood to fuck right now--"

"You fuckin' pussy! I give you fuckin' everything and that's what you
do? Fuckin' spit in my face? Fine! Fuck you!" Biff had grown red in
the face, and Brad clearly had the same thought that Daniel had had
earlier about Biff being a hair's breadth away from snapping
completely.

"Come on, man, don't take it like that." Brad summoned a brave
smile. "I appreciate it, man, you know that--Kyra's a really price,
and I owe it all to you. I know that, you know that, and you know that
I know that, and I know that you know that, and--"

"Fine, fine, fine," Biff dismissed Brad with a wave of the hand, and
turned back towards Daniel, his eyes darting here and there, waiting
to focus on something, searching, thinking. "Time to move to the next
phase anyways..." he added to himself.

"What do you mean, next phase?" asked Brad, hesitant.

Biff did not answer him. He returned to Daniel's side, and grabbed his
hair again, twisting his head hard and forcing him to look up into
Biff's eyes. "Did you like that? Did you like that nice little display
of ability from your ex-fiancee, Dickhead? Hope you did, because
that's the last you'll see of her. After tonight, you're not going to
see her again. I'm tired of you sniffing around like a dog in
heat. But I wanted to leave you with some memories. That was the good
one, seeing your girl give some sweet head, swallowing cum, knowing
that this is the birth of a new addiction on her part. You won't see
her again, but I want to make sure you'll remember her, and you'll
remember me."

He pulls a large knife out of a sheath on his belt that Daniel had
just assumed was part of his costume.

"Aw, come on, man!" Brad groaned.

"Shut up Brad!" he shot to the now scared young man. "I'm not going to
do anything to Dickhead here." Returning to Daniel, "At first, I
thought I'd gouge your eyes out, you know, so that the last images you
have in life are those of your girl lovingly worshipping your friend's
cock there."

After a beat, Biff straightened up and gestured to Jenn, who was still
softly cradling Jackson's now limp cock in her hands. "But then I got
an ever better idea. It was her idea, really--" he nodded towards
Jenn, who had stepped next to him, unconcerned about her
nakedness. "Biff's Cunt," screamed the tattoo over her pussy. "She
told me all about that thing with your Indian friend at that party
last year, and it's just too bad that I don't have one of those things
that she can stuff up her cunt and scramble your little dick with. But
still, the idea is sound, as they say."

He handed the knife to Jenn, handle first. She took it, her face
unreadable. "Doll," said Biff, his voice trembling with excitement, "I
want you to take this knife, get your boyfriend here all hard, and
when he's hard, I want you to chop his dick off."

"Come on, man! That's crazy!" Brad was shaking, and looking left and
right.

"Shut up, Brad! Or I swear to God I'm gonna take this bat and make
what I did to Kevin look like a fuckin' JOKE!"

"Fuck you man! You're CRAZY!" Brad shook his head, and headed towards
the door.

"BRAD! You fuck! Come back here!"

"Fuck you man! I'm gone! You're gonna do this alone! Blood's on your
hands! You're fuckin' nuts!" He was at the door.

"BRAD! You're not gonna get Kyra, you fuckin' backstabber! I'm gonna
sell her out on the street and fuck bums till she craps out and dies!"

Brad never bothered to answer, and slammed the door on his way out.

"FUCK!" screamed Biff, clenching his fists and shaking. He turned to
Jenn, breathing hard. "What are you waiting for, you dumb cunt! Get to
work!"

Jenn turned to Daniel. In front of the reunited couple, Serena was
still forcefully shoving her rubber cock deep into the continually
orgasming redhead. Both girls were sweating and breathing hard, and
were entirely oblivious to the drama going on around them.

Jenn looked at Daniel, knife in hand, and took a step towards him. She
knelt between his legs, like she had done with Jackson earlier, and
started pulling down Daniel's pants.

A wild hope surged in Daniel's mind. Jenn could use the knife to cut
his bonds. He could not say anything--his gag was too tight--but he
looked at her, trying to convey his plan.

Jackson's eyes were filled with horror next to him, Biff's eyes with
maniacal glee.

Jenn pulled Daniel's pants off, and reached inside his boxer shorts to
pull out his flaccid cock.

Daniel lost his composure, twisting his hips violently left and right
to try to get away, wanting to scream into his gag.

Jenn raised the knife.

Daniel stopped struggling. Just like that. A sort of fatalistic
blanket settled over him. It was lost. It was all lost. Biff had
won. He waited for the knife to come down.

And waited. And waited. The knife did not come down.

He opened his eyes, and saw Jenn poised between his legs, knife held
high in a cutting motion, but not bringing it down. It shook slightly,
but did not come down.

His eyes locked on Jenn's, and she was looking at him. Really looking
at him. It was her. She was fighting it. Fighting whatever Biff had
put into her head. Fighting with all of her might. The strain showed
in her hand, which was shaking harder and harder, but still the knife
did not come down.

I love you, he tried to say with his eyes, mumbling the words through
his gag, the result inaudible yet somehow he knew that Jenn had
understood him.

"What the FUCK are you DOING!?" exploded Biff, grabbing Jenn by an arm
and pulling her up. "YOU STUPID FUCKIN' CUNT!" He reared his hand up,
rage in his eyes, and slapped Jenn hard, sending the girl to the
ground.

Jenn did not try to fend off the blow.

Daniel, who had stayed put, who had bided his time and had tried to
find an opportunity for escape, started to struggle with his
bonds. Perhaps if he tipped his chair over...

Before he could enact his plan, before Biff could take a step towards
Jenn and continue venting his rage, the door of the room opened.

"Oh, hello!" came a wheezy voice from the door, an accented voice that
Daniel recognized but could not identify until he saw the small rotund
man that had left with Trish earlier in the evening. Lawrence, she had
called him. He held his mask in his hand, and was looking about the
room, seemingly surprised and perhaps even annoyed that there were
people in it. He stared at Serena still busily fucking Kyra, but
getting tired by the minute.

Biff turned to look at the small rotund man as well, and barked "Who
the fuck are you? Get the fuck out of here you fat fuck!" He was
spitting out as he spoke, his face red.

The man Trish had called Lawrence took a step back. "So... sorry... I
was looking for..." He looked left and right, as if he was looking for
a place to hide. "I was just..." His eyes landed on Jenn, on the
ground, and his eyes widened when he saw the knife in her hand. "Oh!"
He was still staring at the knife, his eyes glittering. "How much?" he
asked Biff.

Biff looked at him without understanding for a beat. "What?"

"The pretty girl. At your feet." He was still staring at the knife,
Daniel could see. "How much for me to... borrow her for a bit." He
reached in his pocket, pulling out his wallet. "I've got some cash
here." He counted ten bills, his eyes flickering to Jenn often as he
did so. "One thousand dollars, for twenty minutes with her." He took a
step towards Biff, his hand extended with the money, his eyes on
Jenn's hand and her knife.

Biff stared at the proffered hand, and the money, and his eyes shifted
to Lawrence and then to Jenn. He grabbed the money. "Take as long as
you want, little man, but whatever you do you do here in front of
Dickhead." He nodded towards Daniel.

Lawrence looked uncomfortable, his eyes taking in Daniel tied in the
chair, next to Jackson and Nils similarly tied up, and then to the
body of Kevin, blood splattered. He paled for a second when he saw
that one, but his eyes tracked back to Jenn who was still sitting on
the ground, knife in hand, not saying a word. Lawrence licked his
lips. "What can I...?"

"You can do whatever you want to the little bitch. But make it good,
real good."

"Whatever I want..." Lawrence's tone was dreamy.

Daniel did not like what he was seeing in Lawrence's eyes. He
looked... hungry. He kept fingering something in his pocket. There was
blood speckled on his white shirt.

Biff pocketed the money, and grinned at Daniel. "You get a last show
before I chop your dick off myself, you stupid fuck!" He turned to
Jenn. "Seal the deal, doll. You get to make it up to me for betraying
me like you just did. I want you to do whatever this nice little man
tells you to do, and to do it like you crave it more than anything
else in life. Now go and kiss him and of course make it good. Go!"

Jenn stood and with three long steps came to rest before Lawrence. In
her heels, she was almost a head taller than he was, and she had to
bend down slightly to take him in her arms and kiss him deeply,
putting her whole body into it. Lawrence responded to her kiss with
equal passion, his pudgy hands wandering to the brunette's ass and
squeezing.

"What would you like me to do?" she asked when Lawrence came up for
breath, her voice soft and promising. Whatever resistance she had
offered earlier, thought Daniel, it seemed to have exhausted itself.

Before anything else could happen, the door slammed open. Scott--or
Robot Guy, as Daniel still thought of him--barged in, without his
robot head. He looked frantic, and he screamed as he saw
Lawrence. "Stop him!" he shouted, pointing at Lawrence. "He cut her
up!"

Before Biff could react, Scott took a running jump at Lawrence, and
tackled him. Jenn was knocked towards Nils and Kevin's body, while
their momentum sent Scott and Lawrence crashing into Daniel and
Jackson. Daniel fell back hard, and banged his head against the
floor. He saw stars, as Scott and Lawrence struggled on top of
him. Biff was shouting.

As Scott and Lawrence rolled away from him, with Scott shouting "You
piece of shit! You fuckin' piece of shit!" and Lawrence wheezing hard,
Daniel felt a sharp stab on his finger. The knife. The knife that Jenn
had been holding. Right there, underneath his hand. He fumbled for it,
managed to get hold of the handle without cutting himself too badly.

Biff grabbed Lawrence and Scott by their shirts and pulled them
apart. "One of you tell me what the fuck is going on!" he shouted.

Before anyone could answer him, the lights went out, engulfing the
room in darkness.


				* * *


Back in Daniel's apartment, Cindy was watching the computer spit out
the result of its analysis. She was pleased with herself. Her
idiosyncratic program seemed to work, the decryption seemed to be
correct.

She twirled the small USB key between her fingers, the USB key that
held the encrypted data from Delta Iota Kappa, the data that Radhu had
uncovered when he hacked into the fraternity's computers. The tall
Indian had suspected that the encrypted files were email archives, and
as far as she could ascertain from the folder structure exposed by the
decryption, it looked as though he had been right.

She grinned, and wondered whether Radhu would be impressed. She did
not know him well, but fully expected him to be--what would he
say?--laudatory about it. He did not seem to have an ounce of malice
or jealousy in him. A bit like Daniel, in fact, she thought. One of
the many things she liked about the young man.

And if Radhu was laudatory enough, she might even reveal to him just
how she managed to break the otherwise strong cryptography. She would
tell him the truth--that she had in fact helped Bernard Tilling with
these exact encryption routines six months earlier. She had not known
that before this evening, of course, but a few tests on the data first
aroused and then confirmed her suspicions. Six months ago, Bernie had
realized she possessed some programming expertise during a post-coital
conversation while she was under her trigger's influence. And he had
used her skills to perfect some of this routines She smiled at the
memory. Bernie had liked her, a lot. He was sweet. A bit too sweet, in
fact. She tended to like her sexual partners
more... demanding. Daniel, so far, was the exception, but there was
promise in him.

Her program beeped to indicate it had finished decrypting the
files. She scanned the resulting folder structure, reassured by the
fact that the result was indeed a valid filesystem construct.

She plugged the USB key back into the computer, and copied the
decrypted folders onto it. Backup, backup, backup, she thought.

While the copy progressed, she explored. The files had the typical
structure of an email archive, organized by email addresses within the
Delta Iota Kappa network. She quickly seized upon a folder named
MountDoom. Inside were several dozen emails of varying sizes, some
with very large attachments. Videos, in all likelihood. A quick check
revealed that they were all from Biff, and she recognized Daniel's
email address as the intended recipient. The headers indicated that
none of the emails had been sent, although all had gone through the
outgoing mailer. They had been intercepted, and held in transit. Odd,
she thought.

And then the power went out, plunging her in darkness.


				* * *


"Power and communications are out. Cell blanketing active. Unit Alpha
is a go, boys. I repeat, Unit Alpha is a go."

Eve Shawbank watched the sixteen black-clad figures make their way to
the Delta Iota Kappa fraternity house after acknowledging her
order. She double-checked that the snipers were in position to cover
all exits. Reports from the units posted in a radius of half a mile
from the house indicated no traffic in or out of the security
perimeter. Up until now, everything was textbook.

She pulled down a black silk ski mask over her face, and slipped on
the night-vision goggles from the passenger seat. She spoke through
the small radio attached to her ear, her voice without
emotion. "Remember, Unit Alpha. No kills. Units Bravo and Charlie,
stay at the ready." She grabbed her tranquilizer gun. She felt her
trusty friend Magenta in the sheath in the inner pocket of her leather
coat.

The receiver in her ear came to life. "I've got you on the scope,
Score. You're good to go. Break a leg."

She shook her head. She would have to remind Brisecoeur--again--to
quit calling her that on the waves. Stupid nickname.

"Check," she said in sole response. She headed towards the fraternity
house, gun at the ready.


				* * *


"What happened?" asked Biff, in the darkness.

"That fucker cut up Trish! Trish! Kevin's favorite!" replied Scott,
out of breath. "But I got him."

"Not that, you idiot! The lights?"

"Dunno, man. But if Kevin gets wind of..."

'Don't worry about Kevin," said Biff. "Now get the the fuck out of
here."

"But..."

"I said GET OUT!"

Daniel heard a scramble for the door, and presumed that Scott was
doing just what Biff had ordered. There was no sound from the man
called Lawrence, and Daniel presumed that Scott had knocked him
cold. He remembered the look on the man's face when he had seen the
knife in Jenn's hand. What did Scott say? That the pudgy man had cut
up Trish? Daniel hoped that the blonde cheerleader--Jenn's friend, and
his by proxy--was okay. He could not worry about that just now. He had
to take advantage of this opportunity. He felt the knife underneath
his body.

To his right, he could hear Serena and Kyra still making out, despite
the fighting, the commotion, the power failure--moans of pleasure
coming from the redhead, soft cooing from Serena, and the intermittent
slapping with the slapping of flesh.

Shouts and screams could be heard coming from elsewhere in the
fraternity house.

"What the fuck's happening," Biff asked, to no one in particular.

As if on cue, the door slammed open. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Brad's voice,
hysterical.

"Brad--what the hell's happening out there?"

"Shit, man! It's crazy! It's nut! It's--"

"Brad! Calm down!" Sound of a hard slap, followed by an exclamation of
surprise and pain. "What's happening?"

"People! Ninjas! Commandos! Whatever! Shit! They're shooting people!
Everyone! We gotta go! We gotta run!"

"Slow down. Who's shooting who?"

"I don't know! They're dressed all in black, commando-style. Like in
the movies! And they're shooting everyone! Everyone! It's a fuckin'
stampede out there, and they're shooting everyone! And the doors are
locked!"

"What? Are they cops?"

"I don't know, man! I don't know! All I know is that they're fuckin'
shooting everyone, and we need to get out of here! Maybe jump a
window?"

"We're on the third floor, idiot. We're not jumping that. No, hold on,
let me think."

"We don't have time for--"

"Shut up! I said let me think! There's the old bootlegging tunnel down
in the basement. From back in the Prohibition Days."

"Great! Let's go. Quick!"

"Hold on one sec... Wait..."

Daniel almost jumped at the sound of the taser being discharged. Brad
let out an inarticulate sound before his body collapsed on the ground.

"That's for betraying me, you little fuck! Come on, doll, move your
cute little ass--we gotta fly. We won't get to say bye to your ex
here, but it's okay. We'll send him souvenirs from wherever we hole
ourselves down."

"Whatever you say, big guy--I'll follow you to the end of the world."

"That's what I like to hear."

Daniel heard Biff and Jenn leaving the room, and all he was left with
was the sound of Serena and Kyra. "Fuck yes," moaned the
redhead. "Fuck me deeper! Oh! Oh!"

Daniel hurriedly sneaked the knife out from under him, and with fits
and starts managed to cut through the rope tying his wrists
together. Once free, he spent a few seconds waiting for circulation to
return to his hands. The darkness was deep.

He heard a moan coming from his right. By feel, he found the man that
had been with Serena when everything went south. Nils, Biff had called
him. His chair had been tipped off as well. Daniel pulled off the gag
from the man's face. "You all right?" He was whispering.

"Yes. Twisted shoulder, but I'll be fine." Nils replied in a whisper
as well.

"Do you have any idea what's going on?"

"None. But I've been listening, and whoever's downstair is
good. People are being picked off. The screaming is subsiding slowly,
in waves. Can you get my rope?"

Daniel hesitated for a second. Then he cut the man's bonds.

"Thanks. Daniel, right?" Nils rubbed his wrists.

"Yeah."

"Listen, are you going to be okay here?"

"Why? Where are you going?"

"To do something I should have done a long time ago."

Before Daniel could add anything, he heard Nils grab the baseball bat
and run to the door.

Daniel wanted to follow, certain that Nils was off to find Biff
himself, but he could not just leave without making sure everyone was
okay.

Daniel checked on Jackson, and found the young man
unresponsive. "Jackson?" Jackson did not seem to be
breathing. Worried, Daniel felt for a pulse, found none. A quick run
of his hand behind Jackson's head revealed a nasty gash. Feeling
around, he found a few stone steps leading to what might have been a
fire place, behind where they had been bound. The young man must have
bashed his head against the steps of the hearth when Scott and
Lawrence had crashed into them.

In the hallway outside the door came the sounds of fighting. Daniel
thought he heard the sound of a bat hitting the wall. Nils must have
run into those black-clad men Brad had talked about. Or he had found
Biff. Daniel hoped for the latter. All he cared about was getting Jenn
back. Beating up Biff would be an added bonus, but he was fine with
Nils taking care of that too.

Brad was knocked out, but alive. He was moaning softly. Daniel stepped
over to where Serena and Kyra were still making out "Ser..."

"Do you want to help me fuck this little cunt?" asked the black girl,
sounding tired.

"No... look, we gotta go."

"No way. Biff said to fuck this little cunt's ass, and that's exactly
what I intend to do. He didn't say I couldn't get fucked as well,
though. Would you like to slide your cock up my cunt from behind while
I plow this one? I'm so hot right now--I'd really love a stiff one up
my box." She paused. "Unless you want my ass, of course..."

"Ser..." he shook his head, even though she could not see him. "Fuck."
Daniel was torn about leaving the girls there, but they would not
budge unless they were out, or unless a brother gave them further
instructions. Except Biff had said that Kyra was not controlled...

"Kyra, listen to me, you have to get out of here."

"I... I can't. Master told me to get fucked. I have to stay here, or
he'll punish me." She sounded desperate.

"Kyra, if you don't go, you're--"

"I have to stay here, or he'll punish me. He'll punish me. He'll--"

"Daniel," Serena said, sound reasonable if severe. "She can't go. Biff
told me to fuck her ass, and that's what I'll do. And then he'll let
me come--you heard him. So she can't go."

There was no reasoning with them. He could do nothing about them right
now. What a mess. He needed to find Jenn.

Reluctantly, Daniel stood and carefully made his way to the door. The
fighting seemed to have stopped.

Outside, there was a dark shape--a body--sprawled onto the ground,
barely discernible in the pale moonlight shining in through a window,
his dark clothing making him merge with the shadows. Next to the body,
sitting propped against the wall, Daniel recognized Nils. His
breathing was labored.

"You okay?" he asked the man, keeping his voice low. From elsewhere in
the house, cries and thumping bodies could still be heard, but fewer
and fewer of them with each passing minute.

"Knee busted..." groaned Nils. "Broken ribs... Bastard knew how to
fight... Trained... Organized... Communication gear..." he indicated
his ear, where Daniel could see a earpiece. "Listening in now... Whole
place sealed up... Coming up now... Go!" Nils was having difficulty
speaking, his breath coming out in short gasps.

"I can't just leave you."

"Go... Get Biff... Make fucker pay..." He pushed a heavy pair of
goggles into Daniel's hand. "Night vision... His..."

"But you...?"

"Got his gun..." He lifted the short rifle to show Daniel. "Not
killing... Shooting tranqs, I think... Go, now..."

"You know where the tunnel is?"

"Down in basement... Ten meters in... Small recess... Gray door..."

"Thanks."

"Take stairs... Down the hall... Servant stairs... Rarely used..."

After one last look, Daniel grabbed the baseball bat that Nils had
dropped, and took off in the direction Nils had indicated. He would
figure out the night-vision goggles on the way.


				* * *


Eve Shawbank was satisfied with the operation, or at least would have
said so had she spent even a moment thinking about it. But she did
not. All around her, Unit Alpha was efficiently taking care of every
body within the fraternity house perimeter. The city-wide power cut
was timed to last forty minutes--Brisecoeur had evaluated it would
take at least double the time for the power authorities to be able to
isolate the fault and repair it, which gave them some margin for
error. Between that and the phone and cell-towers disruptions and the
gas lines sabotages that Unit Delta was performing all around the city
to stage fires, the authorities would be busy.

She walked around the lobby of the fraternity house, just cleared out
by her team. Bodies, unconscious, littered the room. She went from one
to the next, quickly but systematically. She mostly ignored the
men--although once in a while one would stir, not quite knocked out by
the drugs they had been shot with, and she would quickly turn their
head to the side and slit their throat with Magenta in a deep and
controlled slash that nearly severed the spine.

When she found one of the girls that had been programmed by Doctor
Cargyle--it had been a simple matter to get a list with photographs
from the doctor's files, which she had memorized, and besides, they
were all dressed in a way that made identification nearly trivial--she
tagged them with a small microchip for later retrieval by Unit
Bravo. Had it been up to her, she would have left them to die like the
others, but Control had been clear with his instructions.

"Ground floor and basement cleared," came an unemotional voice through
her earbud.

"Check," she acknowledged.

"Second floor cleared," came another unemotional voice through her
earbud.

"Check."

She moved on to the next room. She glanced at her watch. Ten minutes
into the operation. Thirty minutes left. "Alpha-Red, report." No
response.

"Brisecoeur, do you have a location for the Alpha-Red team?"

"They've split. Alpha-Red-One is steady on the third floor, northern
hallway. He hasn't moved for... five minutes now. Alpha-Red-Two is..."
he chuckled, "in the third floor restroom."

"Kurva szar!" Shawbank muttered under her breath. She made a mental
note that Alpha-Red-Two be terminated when the operation was
over. "Alpha-Blue, check on Alpha-Red-One, third floor, northern
hallway. Probably incapacitated. Assume hostiles."

"Check. Moving to northern hallway now," replied another unemotional
voice.

Two minutes later, she had examined every body in the room, and moved
to the hallway. "Alpha-Blue to Alpha-Gold. Third floor
cleared. Confirming Alpha-Red-One down. Hostile eliminated."

"Check." She did not let herself be affected by the casualty her team
had suffered. The boys knew what they had signed up for. "Unit Alpha,
assume security positions. Unit Bravo, initiate retrieval of tagged
bodies. Unit Charlie, prepare the fireworks. Brisecoeur, check on the
secondary op for me."


				* * *


Cindy sat in the her chair, in the dark, unsure what to do. It was
pitch dark in the small study. She stood up, felt her way to the
living room, and confirmed by a quick look outside that the power
outage was at least the whole area.

There had to be flashlights or candles around, although where exactly
she had no idea. Daniel would know. She grabbed her cell phone, and
frowned when she saw that there was no service. Stymied, she thought
for a second and then fumbled her way back to the study, to pick up
the phone connected to the land line, which was supposed to be
independent of the electric grid. There was no tonality on the line.

She stopped, receiver on her ear. She had heard a noise--not from the
phone, but from the other end of the apartment. In the complete and
utter silence of the power outage, she discerned what could very well
be footsteps on the carpet. Had she locked the door? She almost called
out, in case it was Daniel, but thought better of it. Daniel knew she
was here, and he would have announced his presence.

She cursed internally as she remembered she had given Daniel her
taser. She would have to rely on the spattering of martial training
she had learned before leaving for college. Which would not be
sufficient unless she had the element of surprise.

She looked around. There was an old wardrobe in the corner of the
room, an amusing incongruity in the room that could now help
her. Quietly, she skipped to it, pulled the door open, and hid behind
what looked like leftover clothing that had belonged to Jenn. She kept
the doors ajar so that she could have a look at the entrance of the
study.

She did not have to wait long. After a few minutes, her eyes had grown
accustomed to the darkness enough to distinguish a dark silhouette
enter the room slowly, carrying what looked like a short rifle. Cindy
suppressed a gasp. A gun was more than she had expected.

The dark figure scanned the room slowly, and picked up the telephone
receiver that Cindy had left dangling off the side of the desk. The
figure immediately straightened and circled the room. He knew she was
around, Cindy realized. And there was but a paucity of hiding
places. He would soon figure out where she was.

She steeled herself. She would use the wardrobe door to knock the
rifle away when the figure was close enough, and then drive a kick to
his genitals. And then she would run for the door. She knew her
chances were not good, but they were all she had.

The dark figure was slowly moving to the wardrobe. Only a few seconds
now, and he would be in range. She placed her hands in position, made
sure her feet lined up correctly for the move she had in mind. Her
self-defense trainer had emphasized that the goal was always to finish
the fight quickly, by whatever mean necessary. One did not get points
for fair play.

The dark figure was upon her, leading the way with the muzzle of his
rifle. She noted almost absent-mindedly that he had a bulky suppressor
attached, which she figured was a sound suppressor.

Now.

Without thinking, the way she used to jump into that cold-water lake
every spring back when her mother was alive and the whole family would
go up and rent a cabin for the first few weeks leading into summer,
she pushed on the door of the wardrobe, hard.

The door connected--the rifle was knocked off, and as the dark figure
staggered in surprise, she kicked up between his legs, as hard as she
could. Her foot encountered something solid, and pain shot out from
her foot up to her knee, lancing pain. Broken bone, her mind
registered automatically. She lost her balance, half-folding to the
ground. Fuck!

The dark figure--which from up close she could see was a man dressed
in a dark camouflage gear along with a ski mask and a pair of what
might be night-vision goggles--turned the rifle back towards her,
ready to fire.

And then, all of a sudden, he jerked once, and then stiffened as if in
the throes of a seizure, a groan of surprise escaping him as he
dropped on the ground at Cindy's feet.

Cindy stared at him without understanding, remembering to breathe. In
the doorway stood another dark figure, who holstered back a
weapon. "Cindy Caprese, I presume?" asked the man, his voice calm.

"Y...Yes."

"Glad I caught you in time. You are in danger, Miss Caprese. In case
that was not totally obvious."

She glanced at the man in dark camouflage gear at her feet. What was
going on? "Who is this? Who are you?"

The man stepped up to her, and offered her his hand. He had on a
trench coat with a hat, and Cindy fought back the impulse to
giggle. She feared a giggle would soon lead to hysterical laughter--a
not uncommon reaction to the stress she was under. She grabbed his
hand and he lifted her up. Her injured foot protested with renewed
pain.

"I'll explain everything to you as we drive, Miss Caprese. I'm one of
the good guys, I can assure you. But we have to go. I have to get you
somewhere safe. These two will be missed when they don't report in."

Two of them? What the fuck is going on? She hung on to the man in the
trench coat for support as he led her out.

"Wait!" She said. She hobbled back to the computer, grabbed her bag,
and pulled the USB key containing the decrypted data. "Can't leave
this."

There was another camouflage-clad man sprawled in the hallway. The man
in the trench coat helped Cindy out of the apartment and into a car
stopped outside the door. He slipped behind the wheel, and the car
sped out of the parking lot.

Behind them, there was an explosion, and Cindy turned in time to see
the house engulfed in flames. In the distance, she could see other
fires burning around town.

"My name is Sam O'Neill," he said, as he picked up speed on the
darkened North Alexandria streets, "and I'm sorry I'm so late..."


				* * *


Daniel looked around a corner in the basement, gripping the baseball
bat, ready to jump back in case he saw one of the dark-clad figures
that were roaming the house in teams. He had managed to make it down
the staircase that Nils had pointed out without encountering anyone,
only once needing to duck and hide upon reaching the first floor and
looking for the way down to the basement. The scene on the first floor
had disturbed him--bodies heaped everywhere in whatever position they
had fallen in. He had not stopped to look at any of them. He was on
Biff's track.

He found the section of the basement with the recess that Nils had
described. There were two bodies sprawled before the recess,
motionless. Daniel approached carefully. They were both wearing
camouflage gear, meaning they were part of the group assaulting the
house. One of the bodies still had the probes from Cindy's taser
attached to it, the taser itself--empty, Daniel guessed--resting on
the ground near the bodies.

He pushed open the door nestled into the recess slowly, and it
squeaked so loudly he winced. So much for stealth. He pushed it open
and ducked his head in. There was a two-persons wide tunnel leading
out, a rather old-fashioned tunnel, with wooden beams supporting large
panels of wood on the ceiling. Random junk lined the walls, the tunnel
clearly being used as a storage area by the fraternity.

He heard shuffling up ahead, the sounds of things knocked out of the
way, muttered swear words. Gripping the baseball bat tighter, he
walked ahead carefully, but quickly.

As he navigated a large pile of boxes that had collapsed and almost
blocked the passage, a small thump over his head made him duck and
hide behind those same boxes. Someone was shooting at him. He heard
Biff's voice down the tunnel, "Fuckin' light!"

Daniel figured Biff did not have goggles like he did, and therefore he
had an advantage. Biff clearly had picked up a gun from the black-clad
men in the entrance. Daniel thought about backtracking and checking
whether there was another gun there available, but he feared he would
lose Biff and Jenn if he did so.

He grabbed what looked like accounting ledgers from one of the boxes,
and tossed one in the distance. When it struck the ground, Biff shot
in that general direction, and Daniel bolted, running alongside the
wall away from the direction where he had thrown the first ledger,
sending a few in that general direction as he ran, drawing Biff's
fire.

As he reached Biff's hiding place, he could see the large man easily
through the goggles, while Biff was trying to peer into what to him
was the darkness, in the general direction where Daniel had tossed the
books. Biff was crouching, and he seemed hurt. His right leg was bent
at an unnatural angle. Daniel could not see Jenn anywhere.

He swung the bat high over his head to bring it down on Biff's head,
attacking from the side, but the fraternity brother must have sensed
something, must have felt movement in the air because he jerked back
at the last moment and the bat struck the gun and sent it flying.

"Fuck!" growled Biff, grabbing Daniel's arm and bringing him down on
top of him. "You fuckin' fuck!" Daniel's ability to see gave him a
chance to land several punches in the young man's face and stomach
before one of Biff's wild swings knock the goggles off Daniel's face.

Biff's superior physical strength soon made a difference, despite his
broken leg. His punches packed more force, and he was able to toss
Daniel about against the wall, knocking the wind out of him.

"You think you can take me?" he asked, and Daniel could hear if not
see the sneer. "I'm glad I get to fuck you up myself." Biff grabbed
Daniel's arm and twisted it, and Daniel heard something snap in his
shoulder. He could not contain a scream of pain.

"That's nothing," spat Biff, throwing Daniel onto the ground and
straddling him, growling with the pain the movement must have brought
to his broken leg. "If you think that's painful, wait till I'm done
with you. I'll fuck you up so good you'll have to eat through a
straw--gonna have to pee and shit into a bag." He punched Daniel,
hard, breaking his nose. "And then I'll bring your stupid bitch over
to your little hospice and fuck her right there in front of you!" He
punched Daniel again, and the pain was almost unbearable, like a sharp
spike driven through his brain.

Above them, and behind them, several blasts shook the ground
accompanied by the sound of explosions. A wave of heat charged down
the tunnel, singeing Daniel and flinging both him and Biff to the
ground. More shocks rocked the tunnel. Smoke was everywhere.

"What the fuck?" grumbled Biff, clutching his leg in pain.

Fires had ignited the wood beams at the entrance of the tunnel, and
flames were licking the wood planks making up the roof of the
tunnel. In the produced light, Daniel could see through the open door
that the basement of the house was ablaze. Serena, Kyra, he thought.

Biff was pushing himself up.

"W... where is... is she?" Daniel managed to ask, through the red haze
that was distracting him from the surrounding darkness

"Your little bitch? I sent her off to get some help. Friends of
mine. Those fucks out there broke my leg." He ran his fist into
Daniel's stomach, driving the air out of his lungs and making it
difficult for him to draw another breath. "Any last message to your
bitch before I smash your jaw so you can't talk no more?"

"I'll... I'll tell... tell her myself..." Daniel jammed the needleless
syringe he had managed to pull out of his sash into the large man's
stomach.

Biff gasped and twisted Daniel's arm away. "What the...?"

Whatever was in that syringe acted fast, because Biff swayed in place
for a few seconds before sliding off Daniel and folding onto the
ground. He stopped moving.

Daniel took a few seconds himself to catch his breath, the fire in his
lungs abating slightly. He stood up, grimacing at the pain in his
shoulder. There was smoke everywhere, and he was choking.

Coughing, he looked at Biff's prostrate body. The man was still
alive. The narcotic had merely knocked him out. Daniel was torn. Biff
deserved to die. But he might also be able to help Jenn. The
hesitation was but momentary. Biff was a large man, and it would have
been difficult to carry him under ideal conditions. With his shoulder
out of order--courtesy of Biff himself--they would both be caught by
the flames and the smoke before they made it out. Daniel did not
linger on the feeling of relief that washed over him when he concluded
he could not help Biff.

Five minutes later, Daniel had reached the point where the tunnel
swept upwards before reaching a trap in the ceiling. He twisted the
lock and pushed the trap open. He had to push hard, but eventually the
trap gave way and as soil and grass rained around him he pulled
himself up from the ground in a bushy area in the back of the frat
house.

As he stood, coughing the lingering smoke from his lungs, cradling his
damaged shoulder, the frat house burned like a majestic torch in the
dark night. He stared, silent, shocked. In the distance, too far to be
of any help, fire engines could be heard blaring their way to the
scene.

Jenn was nowhere to be found.