In the tradition of great story tellers, Mark Bowie has brought to life this exciting fast-moving novel about a gambling casino owner and his new bride who find themselves captives of a ruthless former soldier who knows every dirty trick in the book when it comes to achieving a certain goal whether the goal be a female or three million dollars.
Mark Bowie, a pseudonym of one of Hollywood's better known writers for television, has laid down one of the year's most exciting novels "in The Rape of The Hostage. He has combined fascinating, never-before revealed details of the security arrangements of major gambling casino's cash room together with a group of characters that the reader will remember for years to come.
Although the main focus seems to be on Sergeant-Major Sam Buslinee's conflict with Dan Creeden, the book is really a penetrating character study of Dan's wife, Bonnie, and the beautiful lesbian, Karen, who agrees to help Dan, but only after warning him that she wants as a reward -his new and innocent young bride.
Because explicit sexual scenes and explosive violence constitute an integral part of this novel we cannot recommend this book for immature readers, although we do not hesitate to print it for the enjoyment of our mature adult readers.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The poodle dog had managed to get out again, just before dawn, and was yapping its head off in the Nevada desert. Only a half-hour before, Dan Creeden had come home from the casino, where the action was light; turning over the shift to his floor boss, Weldon Prey, which was his custom as soon as the big players of the night had either put it all down the drop or won enough to go out to the cluster of trailers known as the Bounce E. Bunny Ranch and distribute the wealth in slot machines built between some of the most beautiful legs imaginable.
Shedding his clothes and intending to get into the king-sized bed with his young wife Bonnie, Dan Creeden wished Peter Shagnasty III, the magnificent big Airedale, was not at the veterinarian's. If Pete Shag III had been handy, he could have been sent to eat the noisy poodle. In Dan Creeden's mind, Yapping Poodle Dog II would make a fine mop if someone would be kind enough to saw off a broom handle and stick it up his ass.
But Yapping Poodle Dog was Bonnie's toy, and Bonnie could have anything in the world. Actually, Dan didn't dislike him that much. He was a cute little rascal, company for Bonnie. He could dance on either front or hind feet. His only real fault was his habit of sneaking out of the big desert house about dawn to go hunting rabbits. He yapped and howled, and Dan hoped sincerely that some day a rabbit would turn and kick the pure shit out of him and cure him once and for all of being a pain in the ass.
This had been a particularly trying night, with several characters who looked like crossroaders pros who try to take the game by one means or another appearing and having to be sent down the road. Two of the show girls had gotten pig-drunk before one a.m. and that had been a real bitch. They had shown no class, couldn't do it quietly. The local deputy sheriff had obligingly taken them for a long ride in the desert, in a Jeep which could go far off the road. When they managed to walk back bare-ass naked without shoes, they might think twice about boozing on the job again.
The whole thing had made Dan Creeden so mad he wanted to be violent.
He wanted to fuck Bonnie, wanted to spend his frustration and anger on her young, voluptuous, long-limbed body, which now lay loosely in the huge bed, as graceful as any Michelangelo statue, all full sensuous breasts and hips and ivory-hued buttocks and sweet slightly pouting mouth.
Dan loved her so much he couldn't touch her, because if he did, he would fuck all his anger and violence into her, and hurt the only love he'd ever known.
He had known only the dark streets of life before Bonnie. The legalized murder of war, the illegal but sanctioned black arts of espionage and the only payment a spy can expect, the right to cumshaw: taking a little here and there, like stealing a fast boat from the other side to run Red China jade and other goodies through Hong Kong, some guns and ammo here, ferrying hot people from Palermo to Marseilles so they can do a bit of business.
Dan Creeden could look into a mirror and tell his face he had never killed for money alone, had never moved women or drugs. But that still left a hell of a lot of assorted felonies, misdemeanors, sins and moral turpitude in general open to action and profit. He liked the action and he invested the profit wisely. At the moment he owned twenty points of a small but surprisingly successful gambling house, all legal, in Nevada.
A point is one per cent of the action. Subject to a rise or fall of perhaps a hundred thousand dollars which always managed to find their way home each of his points was worth approximately one million dollars.
A man owning twenty million dollars should not have to listen to Yapping Poodle Dog. The dog suddenly started to howl like hurt, and Dan Creeden hoped he'd tangled with a big desert jackrabbit. Those long-eared bastards could teach a two-hundred-dollar Missouri mule how to kick. With a smile, he dropped his shorts and slid into bed beside the rich curves of his voluptuous young wife, feeling her warmth and moisture on the smooth silken sheets. She was so young, not a year over twenty, and so beautiful, with so much promise. Dan was half again her age, and he had known women of all types and colors.
He treasured only his Bonnie, and he had never quite figured out why.
She shifted as his weight came onto the bed, moving just a few inches, rolling so the fine, warm length of leg, and the firm cones of her breasts pressed lightly against his nakedness. The pale mane of her hair spread like silver surf on the pillow, tickling his face. He didn't reach, or touch, because it might awaken Bonnie, and Bonnie asleep now was better than Bonnie awake. She was a treasure for tired eyes, a masterpiece to be enclosed in the finest crystal; admired but not touched tonight.
Dan Creeden could not understand the relationship he had with his wife, or the circumstances of their coming together, and he knew largely that this was because he couldn't understand himself. He knew only that there is such a thing as love at first sight. One glance, and the bond is established. It may take years to understand the reason, to find the real partner lurking behind the eyes. So far, he had found the love, and a physical relationship which on the surface was magnificent. They both loved, but couldn't connect.
Bonnie fucked urgently with her body. But they both knew her heart wasn't in it. She tried, but couldn't turn on all the way. They fucked, but couldn't communicate, and communication is what fucking is all about.
They met in a way so weird that neither of them could ever talk about it.
At the altar rail of a Catholic church in Reno, Nevada.
She came from the confessional to recite the prayers prescribed by the priest, her eyes seeking the simple wooden cross with Christ impaled. Her lips moved through the Hail Marys, soundless.
Dan Creeden had no penance to recite, no forgiveness to ask. He was not a Catholic, and didn't know the prayers of any faith; Christian, Muslim, Buddist, Shinto. But by instinct, after every killing, he sought out the nearest house of worship to meditate. A simple and direct man, he had once been confused when he found himself in a synagogue and a soundless man in a dark suit had handed him a small, round black cap and then gone away, leaving him alone in the unadorned temple. He thought once, a long time later, that he should find a Jew and ask about the headpiece, but not being of any particular faith himself, he did not know any Jews. He knew only people.
He knelt at the altar only because the holy water font at the entrance and the flickering red sanctuary light told him this was a Catholic church, and he recalled vaguely that this was what Catholics did. Two anonymous men had tried less than an hour before to take his life with knives. He had taken theirs with only his hands, in an alley not ten blocks away.
The girl came to kneel beside him, not within touching distance, but close enough for eye contact. She made the sign of the Cross, her head bowed, and he was hardly aware. He knew she was beautiful. Pale-haired, with slightly
Slavic bone structure to the face and full, sensuous mouth which moved slightly as she recited the words. After a long time, she crossed herself again and turned to him for an instant, saying in body language, "I am content can I help you?" and in the dim, red-tinged light, her eyes seemed to be almost purple as ripe Concord grapes.
He rose from his knees with her, and together they walked down the long aisle. She turned to genuflect to the altar, then dip her fingers in the water, and they walked out to the crisp Reno night. Close by, a police car passed, flashing and growling.
It was an instant thing, surrealistic, done in total silence. He took her hand and they walked down the steep steps of the church. The communication was tactile, but overwhelming. He wondered what sin, real or imagined, could bring such a rare and beautiful girl to a church to confess, at such an hour? He knew also that neither of them could ever mention it, even obliquely. Whatever it might have been, she had left it in the confessional, and he envied her that gift.
In the bright lights of Virginia Street, he saw her eyes were more violet than purple. In the sunlight they might even be dark blue. They were as wide and as deep as the sacred pools of the Aztecs. He turned her to the illuminated window of a jewelry store, one of those where the merchandise is displayed against black velvet, very few pieces, and no price tags, because if you have to ask the price, you can't afford to walk through the door. He watched the aim of her eyes. They passed quickly over the glitter of diamonds and went wide and darker when they found the pearl. A single pearl, the size of a large pea, but not so big as to be ostentatious. It had a luster you could dive into, and was stealing from the thirty-carat diamond closest to it. It was set in a simple gold band. Dan knew the price of every piece in the window. The diamond was sixty thousand. But it was flash, the sort of thing Liz Taylor or Jackie Onassis might covet, wear once, and forget. A woman who carried herself well, a woman like Elizabeth II, or Princess Grace, would not have looked twice. They would never need flash.
Dan Creeden knew the pearl. He had once paid a hundred dollars American for it in Hong Kong, asking no questions of the Aussie sailor who offered it in a very bad bar. He had sold it for two thousand, and now he would pay eight thou to redeem it, put it on the finger of a girl whose name he didn't know. The store was closed, but he had a number, and the man who owned the store knew him. A phone call from a booth at Bill Harrah's club and the man was on the scene, happy to oblige at 3 a.m. A simple gold band went with the pearl and its delicate setting. He slipped the pearl onto her finger at the jewelry store and pocketed the wedding band. The judge and witnesses were waiting at the courthouse when they had walked the six blocks, crossing the roaring Truckee River. He learned her name only as the woman was punching out the marriage license on a tired typewriter.
Bonnie McAdam. She was barely twenty, and she spoke in a nervous whisper, hardly daring to glance at him, overwhelmed, as he was, by what was happening so fast.
Dan didn't slip his tongue into her mouth that first time he took her into his arms and kissed her, although her lips were slightly parted, in tentative invitation. For the first time in his life, he was in love, crazy in love, and that wasn't the sort of thing you did with people looking on. But he missed no details of what he had so compulsively and silently acquired. She was tall enough to fit with his own lean, muscular frame, with hard, thrusting breasts, a tiny waist but swelling woman-hips; a gently-rounded but taut-muscled belly and a pubic mound that fit against him, hot and sinuously moving as she responded to his lips and the pressure of his fingers on the column of her back. He felt the smooth taper of her long legs rubbing against his own, velvet-soft under her minidress.
"I'm dreaming," she murmured. "This can't be happening."
"I don't understand it either," he said. "But I guarantee you it is happening." Close together, they went down the steps of the courthouse to Virginia Street. He kissed her again, and this time felt the spear of her tongue in his mouth, the gentle sucking of her lips. He held her tight, lifting her off the ground as her arms closed around his neck, and he said, "I don't know much about getting married. I think there's supposed to be a wedding gift. And a breakfast with champagne. I don't care for champagne, but. . . "
She touched a finger to his lips, silencing him, and said quietly, "I want to go home."
"Bonnie, I-"
"I've been your wife for-" she glanced at a tiny watch "almost eight minutes, Dan Creeden. If you will take me home, I will make you breakfast. That sort of thing is my job now, isn't it?"
Tugging at his arm, she led him down the street, her lithe young body brushing against his, long smooth legs scissoring in the light of the street lamps, tautly rounded buttocks clenching in sensual promise. She stopped under one of the bright lights and turned to him, her hair silver-gold as it tumbled in soft waves over her shoulders, her proudly up-thrust breasts and vibrant body offered.
"I don't know you," she said softly. "Your name has been in the papers. You're a gambler."
"Yes."
"I wasn't trying to pick you up in church."
"I know."
"I'll try to be a good wife."
"I knew that before I married you. I love you."
"You don't have to say that," she told him. She looked up at him, her dark eyes suddenly serious, and said, "You're not the sort of man who keeps extra toothbrushes around the house. So we'd better go by my apartment and get mine."
"They sell toothbrushes all over town."
"There's something else I want," she said. "Something I bought in a moment of madness for just an occasion like this."
"Whatever," he said, and they walked past three bright street lights. At the fourth, he stopped her, turning her toward him. He tilted her face up and looked into her eyes, pinning her for a long time before muttering, "I'll be damned!"
"Why?" Bonnie said innocently. "Is something wrong?"
"You're a virgin!" He was clearly shocked by this.
"Does it show?" Bonnie retorted. He wasn't sure if she was teasing. "I'll get over it."
"Why?" he asked. "I mean, nobody waits these days."
"I guess I never liked anybody that much." She stood close, so her firm hotly breasts and pubic mound rubbed against him. "I wasn't saving myself for you. An hour ago, I didn't know you were alive. This is crazy let's go get my toothbrush and you take us home, wherever home is. I make coffee strong enough to take the bristles off a boar hog. I don't know if I'll be any good in bed, but maybe you can teach me."
"By God, you're a nut!" he said. "A beautiful nut!"
"And you love me?"
"I must," he said. "Didn't I just marry you?"
"That makes two nuts. Take us home."
With a laugh that said it must be all a wild dream, he drove her first to her apartment, waiting in the car. She was back within five minutes, an oversized leather bag slung over her shoulder. He turned the powerful car toward the mountains.
Somewhere in the city, two men lay cooling on morgue slabs. Maybe the pathologist was already slicing down through their cooling layers of subcutaneous flesh and muscle. Dan Creeden gave them no thought. For him, they had never existed. Nothing existed but this strange, beautiful girl he had just met and married, and only one thing was in his mind.
How do you fuck a virgin?
A virgin you love?
He wondered if she expected it to hurt when he entered her. He knew most women expect pain the first time, and many of them fear it. Looking at her fine-boned profile in the dim light of the dashboard instruments, he sensed there would be no fear in this girl. She would take his iron-hard cock into her virgin body, letting her tender flesh tear and bleed, and she would learn quickly, eagerly.
Of this he was sure, with a gambler's instinct. He was aware of a strangeness about her: the way she said so much in so few words, seeming to anticipate him, letting her eyes and fingers say the important things, although she had a voice Lauren Bacall would have envied . . . and a body that Raquel Welch would say was as good as her own. She had no giggles in her. This Bonnie was a very private, direct person. Soon he would know her flesh, the warmth of her long lithe legs wrapping around his hips, her fingernails digging into his hard-muscled back, and he would glory in her.
But would he reach her?
He thought not, at least for a time.
He hoped he never had to play head-to-head poker with her. She would wind up with all the grits, greens, and jelly beans.
She had a cool about her which he had never seen in anyone. Gambler, CIA man, whatever; and a perception, sixth sense, extrasensory perception, witchcraft maybe. Like the way she walked right to his car. He wondered if he had given it away as he walked her down Virginia Street, had possibly let her know by a sideways glance, or a momentary break in stride. But Dan knew himself, the way his body moved, and he was sure he hadn't.
Bonnie stopped at the curbside, not looking at him, waiting for him to unlock and open the door of the Pierce-Arrow. A Pierce is a rare machine, handcrafted, with bullfrog headlights in the fenders. Mr. Pierce thought of that idea, and for a long time nobody else could put headlights in fenders because he held the patent. The price of one Pierce would buy five or six Cadillacs, or Leland Lincolns. And this was a Pierce Silver-Arrow. Only three had been built. Twelve huge cylinders, a body intended to slice the air like a knife, for display at the Chicago World's Fair, circa 1934. One was believed to be at the bottom of Lake Michigan, with an unlucky bootlegger inside. Two existed, and of these, Dan Creeden had one. It was truly priceless. A man who owned half the purest oil in Texas had once drunkenly written a check for half a million dollars, wanting the car badly.
Dan Creeden framed the check and sent the Texan away.
He used the beautiful car to drive to the liquor store and buy six-packs of undistinguished beer. He loved beautiful things, but only if they functioned.
Now, with blood on his hands, he had the most beautiful wife he could imagine. He had to know if she functioned, and sensed it was all up to him.
This was a fey girl, who could really fuck up his head.
He had no idea how she might have known about the car. Bill Harrah has something like two thousand of the rarest cars in the world in his museum at Sparks, a few miles from Reno, and nobody notices unusual wheels. Yet she knew the Pierce, and waited for him to open the door and help her in. He liked that. If he'd been driving the Deusenberg boat-tail speedster with the Murphy body, he'd have expected her to jump over the cutaway door, dropping her tight, fine ass into the bucket seat. But the Silver Arrow was a different machine, and she waited until he handed her in properly. She sank down into the rich leather seat. When she spoke, it was soft, mellow.
She said, "I like our car."
The twelve cylinders moved up and down, silently, and he let the Silver Arrow out once they were on US 5, climbing from the desert to the mountains. She was totally at home, relaxed, but not touching him, not needing assurance of his presence. Or his love!
"Do you like me?" he asked, trying to make it sound like a joke, which it wasn't.
"I don't know you that well," she said. "I love you. You know. Liking is different."
"Sweet Jesus!" he said, and concentrated on his driving. or
She showed no sign of surprise at the size of the house. A massive, shake-roofed, sprawling house. Dan Creeden had no idea what he had paid for it. The accountant and tax man knew. It was their business to take good care of him, and they knew the moment they didn't, they would be both unemployed and unemployable. They said it was a nice house, and he believed. The swimming pool which started in the living room and ended on the terrace overlooking the High Sierra was a nice touch. He wasn't quite sure about the master bedroom, the one with the mirrored ceiling and walls. Whenever he was in it, he felt too surrounded by himself.
"Nobody lives here," Bonnie said when she saw it, the big room. "You sleep on the couch in the living room, or something."
His silence told her she was right. She put her arms around him, snuggling, and he saw them in a dozen mirrors, saw her eyes turning deepest purple.
"We will live here together," she whispered. "See ourselves making love in a dozen mirrors at once. See you and feel you, all your body . . . do I sound like a whore? God, I hope not, darling! But I just can't stand creepy people who do things in the dark! If you have to do it in the dark, you're sick!" Her hand patted the oversize leather bag slung over her shoulder, and she gave him the fey grin as she said, "I've got the toothbrush, and that amoral, sinful thing I bought in a moment of madness. I'll go build up my courage and put it on and . . . "
Her voice trailed away, and she held him closer. He stroked the fine, warm flesh of her body through the micro-dress, gently, trying to reassure her.
"And what?" he whispered.
"And I'll try to be good for you. I've read marriage manuals, and I take pills just in case. My roomie is a girl who well, she likes it a lot, and thinks I'm kooky because I haven't. I mean, she does everything right in the apartment, with me in the bed in the next room, and no silence. She likes to talk it out later . . . and I guess I've heard of every way there is to do it. And it doesn't disgust me, or anything like that. One night I woke up and had to use the toilet, and to get there I had to pass by Marcy's room. She'd left the door open, because she's a very casual person. They even had the yellow night light on. She was kneeling over him. He was hard and she held him in her hand, and she licked him very slowly, kissing it up and down, you know, all over. Then she put it into her mouth and licked and sucked for a long time. He came in her mouth, and I heard her swallowing and licking and sucking him, and he was holding her head. His his juice was running from her mouth, long, thick strings of it, and I saw her licking it up. Oh, Dan, I didn't mean to spy on her! But I couldn't take my eyes away! And they kissed for so long after, and then he began to kiss her breasts and his head went lower and lower until it was between her legs and his tongue was in her! She was, well, turning on, and she ground her hips up against his mouth so hard his face was wet and shiny with her I guess you call it cumming. She was gasping and almost screaming . . . and . . . how am I ever telling you this?"
"Go brush your teeth and get into whatever wild thing it is you bought, Bonnie," he said. "I'll leave a light on."
* * *
She was incredibly beautiful in the amber light. The gossamer thigh-length bit of fluff she wore was the color of a puff of smoke, and no more concealing. He could see the darkness of her nipples set in the fine, out-thrust breasts, and the soft promising triangle of her sparse pubic hair. She walked on her toes, making the columns of her fine, tapering legs seem more beautiful than any legs had ever been. She knelt on the bed above him, her pale silver-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, half-concealing the classic beauty of her lushly ripened breasts. Her mouth was swelling, wet and soft, and her eyes darkening. She knelt over him and very slowly untied the two ribbons which held the wisp of her chemise closed. She raised slowly and the flimsy garment fell away. She stared into his eyes for a long time, seeming not to breathe.
His penis became rock-hard as he looked up at her silent beauty in the soft light. It hurt so much from wanting her that he thought it might burst from the taut skin which contained its blood-engorged mass. It rose straight from his hard-muscled belly, a tree rising rampant from a forest of pubic hair. For an eternity, she gazed down at this unmistakable sign of his desire for her.
How could it ever fit into her body? Was it possible the tender lips of her vagina cunt could expand enough to accept it? It was so huge! Yet she had seen Marcy squirm eagerly as she was impaled on flesh like this, had heard her cry out in wild delight as her surging belly was filled.
She knew that for her, this long, virilely throbbing penis would be better than anything Marcy had ever known, because she would take into her body in love of this man who was strange to her yet.
Bonnie had never been naked with a male before. But now she felt entirely natural, comfortable with this stranger who had so suddenly and inexplicably become her husband.
She reached out to tentatively touch his hard, warmly pulsing cock. She knew it was full of blood, and was very sensitive. The marriage manuals had told her that much. Her delicate fingers closed over it, and she felt his powerful heartbeat that way. In an attempt to learn quickly, she stroked him, feeling the smooth flesh sliding over the hardness, watching the foreskin roll over the huge glans that was so soft and rubbery-smooth in comparison to the rigidity of its thick trunk. Dan lay there, unmoving, not wanting to touch her, letting her fingers explore slowly, sensing this was all very new and strange to the girl. She bent low over him, her eyes widening in the dim light. Experimenting, she clutched and squeezed his penis until the head became dark and swollen, and she studied it like she might study a strange animal in a zoo. She bent her head low, and her hair swept over his trembling loins. He felt the hot breath of her wetly parted lips flowing over the head of his cock, making him even harder.
He wanted to pull her head down, jam his impatiently throbbing penis deep into the warm moist cavern of her mouth. God, how he wanted to feel his long hard cock sliding into those lips!
But he couldn't touch her. She was a child, experimenting, trying to discover him.
Bonnie knew he must be feeling a terrible urgency, and she loved him for the understanding he was showing, his restraint. She thought it had to be a rare man who could lie there and let her learn his body. She had never touched a man's penis, but this seemed so natural. He was so hot and so hard under her exploring fingertips! She saw his balls begin to fill and swell, and with her other hand she cupped them, feeling their heat and weight knowing the semen in them was for her alone. Holding his testicles, she began to slowly pump his staff, letting the thick foreskin slide up and down over his cockhead, between her circling fingers. He moved on the bed, opening his legs in silent invitation, and she shifted so she was nakedly kneeling between them. She raised her head, eyes closing, as her hands caressed his body.
The mere touching of him was enough to bring the vaginal lubricant flowing from her loins, coating her inner thighs. She felt the sensitive lips of her cunt filling with blood, dilating, flowering open in readiness. Many times, she had thought it foolish to wait, to save herself. Marcy, she was sure, actually worried about her because she was a virgin. A cocktail girl who had been around Reno two years, Marcy believed that if you didn't have a man between your legs once a day, you weren't living.
Bonnie wondered if Marcy had ever known anything like this, anything more than the sensual, purely physical pleasures that a man could give. She doubted it. And actually she had experienced nothing herself, except the wonder of finding a man. An instant marriage which she knew had to be right. She half-smiled as she thought of what the outspoken Marcy was going to say when she heard what had happened tonight.
'Far fucking out!"
It had taken Bonnie a long time to become accustomed to Marcy's use of such obscene words. Her favorite phrases would make a cavalry soldier blush, and she had once lived with an Arab who had taught her to curse a man and his family back two thousand years without repeating herself. But Marcy used such language casually, just as she made love casually, joyously, willing to try anything. Only when she became angry would she curb her tongue. Bonnie remembered a time when Marcy had brought a man home and decided she didn't like him and had asked him to leave. A bull of a man, he had laughed at her, and advanced on the naked girl in the bed, his penis hard in his hand. His laughing had wakened Bonnie, and she left her room to see what was happening.
"Go away," Marcy said, very softly.
"I'm gonna screw you right through that fucking mattress," he said.
"Please, don't. . . please go away," Marcy said.
"I think I'll fuck you in the ass! I like your ass!"
As he moved on her, she slipped a .25 Colt automatic from beneath the pillow. It made a sound no louder than a child's cap pistol and he went down, his right kneecap shattered. He cursed and struggled to his feet, reaching, his eyes saying he intended to kill.
Without blinking, Marcy squeezed the tiny gun's trigger again. The bullet took him in the left shoulder, and he dropped heavily, screaming in pain.
"I asked him to go away," Marcy had said. "I'd better call somebody, I suppose. Oh, fuck!"
She used the phone, and in five minutes an off-duty security cop from one of the big casinos arrived with an ambulance and men big enough to carry the screaming heavy away.
"Pour some soda water on that rug. Or the blood will fuck it up," the cop said. He was a big, casual man, sure of himself and good at his job. He rubbed his eyes and said, "I pulled a double shift today and you got me out of bed. Any chance of like ham and scrambled eggs?"
"Fuck me," Marcy said.
"Later. In your bottom you're nice that way. Right now I'm hungry."
"My roomie will cook," Marcy said. "Fuck me. I need it!"
The big man turned to look at Bonnie, and said, "Pretty girl."
"She doesn't fuck," Marcy told him.
"Just so long as she can cook." He began to undress. He looked hard at Bonnie and said, "I eat a lot, Miss. Anything you can find is fine. No hurry. I'll be here with Marcy, figuring out what lies we gotta tell about what's-his-name she had to shoot. I do appreciate your kindness."
Bonnie judged the size of him. She peeled, boiled and then fried nearly a peck of potatoes, two dozen eggs and the center cut of a large ham. From the bedroom, she could hear Marcy gasping in pleasure. Marcy wasn't groaning and moaning to con the man. She was enjoying him, needing his hard male flesh in her body. Bonnie knew he wasn't in her mouth, because she couldn't have made that much noise. She judged the condition of the ham and slowly frying potatoes she hated underdone potatoes herself judged to the minute how much longer they would take, and began whipping the eggs and cream and butter together, and put a loaf of French bread, dripping garlic butter, into the heated oven along with plates and platters to warm. Bonnie enjoyed cooking, and took pride in her knowledge of how to buy the best available food economically, putting it on the table with the grace of a Japanese girl. She could not make a bed or clean a toilet and never expected to learn, any more than she could understand how someone like Marcy, who was her best friend, could casually fuck with a man she liked. Or shoot one she didn't like.
With the massive center cut of ham it weighed four pounds and two ounces, at a dollar seventy cents a pound browning in the broiler, she heard the sounds from the bedroom diminish, and soft whispers through the open door. She knew nothing of the big man except that he had come to solve a problem for Marcy, and he was hungry. Checking the toasting French bread and guessing the temperature of the huge skillet into which she would put the eggs in a moment, she went into the bedroom.
Bonnie gasped. She couldn't believe her eyes!
On occasions before, she had walked by and seen Marcy beneath or astride a man, his lust-thickened penis ramming up into her welcoming young cunt. She had seen Marcy kneeling over a man's loins, her mouth tightly ovaling his wetly glistening penis as her head moved up and down, and the whole incredible length and thickness of it went into her mouth and down her throat. She had seen men cumming in Marcy's soft mouth, their semen oozing from her avidly-sucking lips. She had been shocked at first, but then been able to sit and listen to Marcy explain why she needed such things.
Marcy seemed to speak in mystical ways when she talked of anything important to her, never using the four-letter words which were distasteful to Bonnie.
"I need love. We all need love. When a man looks at me and I see his penis is hard, well, I know he needs me. Oh, he may forget me right after, but at the moment, he needs me! He needs my body! His hardened penis tells me. And I go with them. Some are like rutting goats, but most read you. They sense your needs, and try to satisfy you, before themselves. Maybe that's a male ego thing. I don't know. But I like men, and men like me, so I guess I'm lucky. I like my body, and the things men can do to it."
"I understand . . . but.. . " Bonnie had murmured.
"You're looking for just one man," Marcy had replied. "Honey, I hope you find him."
That conversation had taken place months before, and Bonnie had not found anyone. She had rejected every available man. And then, that morning, cooking a huge breakfast, she waited for the sounds of lovemaking to end. The potatoes and ham and garlic bread were cooking, and the scrambled eggs with butter and cheese and pure cream and little bits of red and green pepper would only take a minute or two in the heavy iron skillet.
It was then she went to the open door of the bedroom to tell them and froze like a statue, gasping.
Marcy lay belly-down, her nakedly rounded buttocks raised up in the air by a thick pillow. The big man was above her, carrying his weight on knees and elbows, and cupping her heavy breasts in his hands, kneading the taut nipples as he brought his mouth to her neck and shoulders, licking and caressing with his tongue. Sinuously, she moved under him, matching her body to his. She sighed in deep pleasure and turned her mouth up, asking a kiss. Her tongue flashed as their lips met and locked wetly. With her mouth tight against his, she humped back at him, her firm buttocks rising and grinding, demanding all of his thick, hard penis.
It was not in her wetly-flowing cunt. It was sunk deep in her rectum, so deep his heavy sperm-bloated balls were flattened against the widespread cheeks.
Bonnie could only stare in the dim light, not believing her eyes. She heard Marcy's wild moan of pleasure, and watched as she lifted up to the man, moving her knees, spreading her ass-cheeks wide . . . and then sensuously screwing herself back onto the thick impaling penis that was buried to the hilt in her rectum.
"In . . . IN!" she moaned. "Hard as you can!"
Bonnie watched as the big man grasped the taut creamy flesh of Marcy's hips and pulled the smooth spheres of her buttocks toward him. She saw the incredible length of his penis drive lewdly into her tight little anal opening and heard Marcy gasp at the impalement. Yet she only moaned in pleasure and moved her sensually quivering body, asking for more, even as she reached down to her vagina and rammed her fingers deep into it while her thumb sought the tiny button of her clitoris. Bonnie saw the tight rubbery ring of Marcy's anus clutching at the rigid rod of hard male flesh, and the wildness of the girl's eyes, the wantonness of her gulping lips. With each driving stroke, she could see tender pink flesh being pulled from the dark-haired girl's anus, and then rammed back in, and she thought it must hurt terribly.
"Oh, fuck, fuck FUCK!! ! ! ! " Marcy cried, screwing back and reaching to find the naked security cop's balls and squeeze them. "I'm there . . . cumming . . . cumming . . . now, CUMMMMMING!"
Bonnie could see, even in the dimness, the almost luminescent flood of fluid from Marcy's urgently-flexing cunt. The lips were heavy with the blood-engorgement of lovemaking, flowering open, then tightening. At the same moment, she saw the big man's testicles draw up to his powerful body, and his already-massive penis thicken and jerk into Marcy's tightly puckering anus, spreading the coral-hued flesh mercilessly. The girl screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure and humped her nakedly quivering buttocks up as the man spewed his hot load of churning sperm far, far up into her rectum.
Bonnie saw the thick, rich semen oozing from Marcy's anus, as the dark-haired girl continued to move under the big man, her anus sucking at him like a feeding fish's mouth. She listened to Marcy's heavy breathing and watched her seek another orgasm, slowly teasing with her taut muscled ass-cheeks until the man was hard again and fucking in and out of her; this time slowly, bringing her up and holding her until the orgasm devastated her entire body and almost tore her apart with its fury.
"MY GOD! I can't cum any more!" Marcy screamed. "Take it out before I go crazy!"
He pulled out of her, with a lewd liquid sound, but still hard as a railroad spike. He looked up to see Bonnie at the door, as Marcy rolled on the bed, clutching herself.
He looked down at his hardened penis and touched it and looked her in the eyes. He reached for the sheet and covered himself, and, almost shyly, said, "I'm sorry, Miss. Didn't mean to leave the door open. Sometimes a man gets carried away . . . "
"Save your breath, my friend," Marcy said.
"Her name is Bonnie, and she hasn't met anybody she likes enough to fuck yet, so you're stuck with me!" She winked lewdly at Bonnie. "She cooks a good meal. It would be cool to shower and eat."
Stunned by what she had seen and heard, Bonnie went to the kitchen, checked on the food which was already cooking and poured the prepared eggs into the cast-iron skillet. She could hear them in the shower, playing. And then they came to the table, and he ate ravenously. They were both naked and so comfortable that Bonnie felt out of place wearing her terry cloth robe.
Marcy was looking at her with her amber eyes sending a message which Bonnie didn't want to read. She ate bits of the fine ham and garlic bread and nibbled on scrambled eggs. She forced Marcy to speak.
"Give me your hand," Marcy said.
"Why?"
"I want you to touch him. He wants you. We were in bed and in the shower, and did everything and it was so fine, but he wants you. He's so hard now, and he'll be gentle. I I told him you're a virgin. Like you don't ball. That you're waiting for the right guy. Maybe this is the right guy!"
Bonnie looked across the table at the big man. She liked everything about him. She liked the way he had taken care of the problem with the troublesome person Marcy had brought home. She liked the way he ate food which she had prepared. She liked the way he satisfied Marcy in bed, even though it was so obscene. She knew he would be a magnificent lover. And she was tempted . . . God, how she was tempted!
She looked into his eyes and knew he wanted her, and he would be good for her.
She also sensed it wouldn't be right. Not at this time.
Had Marcy really wanted her to go with him, she would have given his name. Bob or Bill or Harry or whatever.
But she had only called him "This man."
Had Marcy given his name, Bonnie was sure she would have yielded to her own carnal desires, eagerly taken her hand and grasped his rampant penis and . . . any of the things she had seen Marcy do with her men!! Take the full length of him into her mouth and suck him to cumming and then drink his hot semen!
But Marcy not giving her his name meant she wanted him herself, maybe permanently. So, rather than reach under the table for Marcy's hand and allow it to bring her own to his penis, she leaned across the table, her soft, warm lips parting as the flickering tip of her tongue wet them.
"No," she said softly. "I I can't. But kiss me please kiss me!"
He reached across the table and met her mouth. Slowly his tongue moved, found hers, leading it between his lips. Her hands moved to frame his face, and she knew that in that moment, if he had led her to the bed, she would have given herself. Whoever he was, he was arousing her as she had never been aroused. She felt his hands moving, parting the folds of her robe, then cupping her nakedly yearning breasts.
The strength of him flowed into her, and her nipples hardened, becoming acutely sensitive under his fingers.
With only his lips on hers, his tongue moving in her soft mouth, and the work-hardened hands caressing her breasts, he brought her to orgasm in less than a minute, there at the table. Her body began to jerk and she moaned wildly, sucking and biting his tongue. Out of control, she reached below the table to grasp his penis, but he caught her hand and held it away as a river of warmly perfumed white cum gushed from her dilating cunt. She moaned and sucked on his tongue and then bit it and his lips as she came, not just once . . . but a half dozen times, until she was exhausted and her weakly trembling thighs were wet with her juices . . . and the rich aroma of her woman's body filled the room.
"I wish I could cum so hard," Marcy said in a whisper. "My God, how you were cumming!"
Bonnie had not been able to respond. With her eyes she thanked the man, and then rose to clear the table as Marcy pulled him back to her bedroom. She had wished so much that she knew his name. As she washed the dishes and pans she heard Marcy screaming in a crescendo of completion which seemed to go on forever. Finally, her kitchen work done, she had gone to bed . . .
* * *
Now, Bonnie was with her own man, crouched over his loins, his throbbing penis in her hand. The tip of her tongue slid slowly over her lips, wetting them until they glistened. Her pale hair fell between his open thighs.
"My husband," she whispered.
Reverently, she kissed the mushroom-shaped head of his cock, her mouth softly ovaling to enclose the throbbing glans. His pelvis jerked upward of its own accord, and he was in her mouth, hot and hard and pulsating . . . stretching her lips. There was a rich taste to the drop of seminal fluid which appeared at the tiny hole. Her tongue sought it. She sucked gently on his cockhead, her eyes closing in something akin to rapture. She waited for the touch of his hands which would tell her he wanted to go fully into her mouth, but he only stroked her body lightly
There was a fire in her loins, and she wanted this massive staff in her body, entering her cunt, tearing her virgin flesh and filling her entirely, and she sensed that he, too, wanted her that way. She slowly took her lips from the head of his cock, rising above him. Her wetly heated cunt was dilating and contracting with her urgent need.
"I love you," she murmured. "Please . . . now!"
She moved to straddle him, her virginal young pussy dripping, and his hands guided her, positioning her above his rock-hard cock. His fingers slipped into the cleft of her tightly clenching buttocks, opening her ass-cheeks wide as he drew her tight little cunt downward for the impalement. She loosened, opening herself, moving lower as he drew her wetly flowering pussy toward his virile hardness. He reached to find her hotly throbbing cunt with his outstretched middle finger and parted the fleshy lips. She was warm and sleek and eagerly wet.
"Oooooooh!" she sighed as his hand rubbed her sensitive, waiting flesh. She looked down between the inverted valley of her breasts to see the long thick penis that would make her a woman in moments. She held herself in place as, with his hand, he ran the hot tip of his cock along the soft spreading slit of her eager young cunt, opening it wide. His other hand closed over her nakedly quivering buttocks, slowly urging her body down as his cock found its target. Her cunt lips sucked at his shaft of hard male flesh as he penetrated to the tight barrier of her hymen.
Although she yearned desperately to be filled, and her entire body cried out for the feel of Dan Creeden's cock deep in her trembling loins, Bonnie could not bring herself to make it happen. He was partly in her, pushing at the fragile membrane of her hymen, hot and hard. She knew her body was urgently ready, but she couldn't! She knew that when it happened to most girls the first time, the man got them down and spread their legs and jammed himself into her. It was over in an instant.
Men were not supposed to be gentle! They were expected to rape and hurt!
So why was this Dan Creeden being gentle? She looked down into his eyes and saw love. And there was more . . . the eyes said he could be a violent man if pressed. They said he was happy to have found her. She wondered why he had been in the church at such a strange hour, earlier tonight. The church had been empty when she entered the confessional, and only one priest had been there, so he had not been to confession. Yet he had been kneeling, saying a prayer for someone, when she came from the box.
One long look, and she had walked out with him, been immediately married, and brought to a fabulous house in a car she didn't know but had to be worth more than any Rolls-Royce ever built. And now she was in bed with him, trying to do the most basic thing in the world.
She had already taken his penis into her mouth, and his was the only one she had ever touched. She was female and he was male, and why was he torturing her by making her wait? Maybe he had hurt someone in the past, and was afraid of hurting her. Until this night morning now she had only heard his name. A gambler, a man with a piece of a club. Not as big as Bill Harrah or Howard Hughes or Harold Smith, but well thought of. He did not have to sign markers.
Gamblers are highly respected in Nevada. They are examined by the Gaming Control Board in a way which would put the FBI to shame. Those who own points in houses are talked about by the locals who work for them, and there are few secrets.
Pappy Smith, who put Harold's Club together, never turned down a man who asked for a loan. He took it out of the pistol pocket, not the vault below, which holds somewhere between two and four million dollars, depending upon the time of day.
Bill Harrah once dropped fifty thousand dollars in an hour, handling bad dice. He had sense enough to quit when he was behind. He called a friend and went back and did well with the dice.
Dan Creeden played dollar blackjack to relax.
He lived alone in an immense house, with only an old Indian woman for a housekeeper. He spent months teaching her how to cook. He brought no women there. He didn't pull any of the girls from the Reno clubs. It might be too hard to throw them away.
Now he lay under this strange one he had found in a church. He held the warm quivering flesh of her buttocks in his hands, looking into the dark eyes which didn't fit the pale mane of hair. She was poised over him, the soft lips of her hotly pulsating little cunt holding him, pleading for his cock to impale her.
He knew she was a virgin. That she was frightened and precious.
"My husband . . . Please! Now! Help me!" she whispered.
His big hands cupped her squirming buttocks and held her. He thrust upward and pulled her down at the same instant. Her hymen ripped and the blood seeped from her impaled cunt as he plunged deep into her virgin body.
"Oh, thank you, I love you!" Bonnie gasped. She fell over him and her cunt began to flex urgently around the thick mass of his cock, her interior muscles sucking him dry.
The hot, hard spike of his manhood was in her body. She was pulled down upon it, impaled. Her tightly-stretched cunt hurt terribly, but she loved the hurting, knowing it would hurt only this one time. She held herself above him, feeling him fucking in and out of her, her cuntal flesh rippling gratefully as the head of his cock slid in and out. He seemed to be filling her entire body! His hands were tight around her straining ass-cheeks, pulling her hotly pulsing cunt down on him. She tried to help him, moving her body. She felt her vaginal canal spreading, rippling with every surge of him, and her nipples rising hard and urgent just from the contact with her chest as she lay over him and fucked for the very first time in her life.
"I love you, I love you," she gasped. Oh, God!"
"Hurt? I don't want to hurt you."
"Not now . . . at first, a little. Now it's good."
She screwed herself down on him furiously, her tight virgin cunt clutching his rampant cock. She felt the hot hugeness of it within her nakedly straining body and his hands grasping her as her tender flesh yielded to his maleness. She could feel herself parting around him, the head of his ram hitting her cervix. She had never felt anything like this in her life! Now she knew why Marcy was the way she was! Why she needed a man every day!
Why had she waited so long!
She looked down again and saw him sunk deep into her clutching cunt-lips. She began to rotate her hips, grinding her body against his, seeking the clitoral contact, and felt herself beginning to cum. A volcano was erupting in her cunt. She fucked harder, her pale mane of hair flying over them, her mouth open and gasping.
"Cum. . . cum with me. . . cum in me!" she pleaded. "NOW!"
He held her tight and rammed up into her, his massively erect penis plunging into her tender cuntal flesh, his fingers grabbing her wildly-churning buttocks with a gentle strength as he fucked deeper into her warmly yielding flesh.
Bonnie felt his urgency and responded as his long thick cock flexed and became even larger, and then began to spurt hot, thick fluid into her welcoming womb. She felt it gush into her cunt like a tidal wave, filling her.
With Dan still pistoning in and out of her wide-stretched pussy, she raised to look down their tightly-locked bodies, eager to see it happening.
He was sawing in and out of her, and the wetly swollen lips of her cunt were clutching at his cock and his white hot cum was running out of her like a river, covering his balls and her thighs. Instinctively, her cunt milked him dry; sucking up his hot, milky sperm into the depths of her trembling young body.
She collapsed across him, kissing him deep in the mouth, lingering. Her cunt clutched him voraciously.
He cradled her in his arms and let her fall asleep over his body while his long deflated hardness was still in her.
Bonnie could never tell him that a man whose name she didn't even know had brought her on, had made her cum so much stronger and so much longer, with just a kiss. . . and by touching her breasts.
Perhaps later it might be better. She sensed that Dan was a man who could be violent.
She knew already that he loved her. He was afraid of her being hurt. Afraid to make love to her, for fear of hurting her.
How could she tell him a woman needs a twinge of pain! Could she explain how Marcy needed a thick, hard cock rammed up her ass, no matter how loud she screamed?
No, she couldn't talk about such things to this strange, new man. Possibly a chance to let him know her needs would come in the future. For the moment, though, she must be good for him.
She lay over him, his restlessly twitching penis still in her, and slept.
CHAPTER TWO
Yapping Poodle Dog had become quiet.
Dan Creeden lay in the bed, his penis swelling with desire for Bonnie, yet he couldn't bring himself to touch her. He knew that if he did, he would fuck her so hard it would hurt her. Quietly, he lit a cigarette and lay back in the big bed, pondering the problem of Bonnie and himself.
She never refused him, always opened her body when he touched her, no matter how late at night. He knew she reached orgasm with him, every time he knew how it feels when a woman is cumming, and Bonnie wasn't one to fake.
He could make her cum, but he still wasn't totally good for her. She might be under him or astride him, her excited young cunt muscles gripping his cock, her silver-blonde hair wildly thrashing, her cheeks flushed and her mouth gulping as her teeth sunk into his shoulder and she sucked the blood from his skin.
Only on their wedding night had she taken his penis in her mouth. Since then, she had always been so eager, her cunt so flowing, that with a cry of delight, she had pulled him into her, clamping him with her legs. Or wakened him, crawling on top of his body to straddle him and guide his virilely throbbing cock into her pulsing little pussy. He knew she took delight in his body. Yet there was a part of her he couldn't reach.
He wasn't satisfying her fully, and didn't know what she wanted and needed. Certainly not material things. They had the house and cars. He had established a checking account at the biggest bank in Nevada for her, entirely her own, in case anything ever happened to him and his estate was tied up in probate court. The casino bookkeeping department had orders to keep it at one hundred thousand dollars.
Bonnie had never drawn more than two hundred dollars a month from it. Nor had she used the Bank Americard, Diner's Club, Master Charge, or American Express cards.
They were good in bed, but somehow she wasn't satisfied, although she never said so. But he knew, and it was something he couldn't pin down. Somehow, he was failing her, so he allowed her things like Yapping Poodle Dog.
He stubbed out the cigarette in an ashtray and turned the light off, leaving only the pale amber night light on. His cock throbbed and he thought he might be wise to take a mistress, someone to fuck out his frustrations on. Bonnie was too important to him for that sort of being. He sighed deeply and moved away from her in the big bed, trying to sleep.
* * *
Sam Bushee stood outside the window, waiting for the light to go out. The two backup men were behind him in the darkness. He had hoped Creeden would fuck the girl, or wake her up and make her blow him, suck his cock. Then the edge would be off him, and he would be easier to surprise. But Creeden hadn't, and Creeden fully alert was a dangerous man, so he waited a half hour before moving in.
One of the other two held the little curly-haired dog. It had taken a bit of trouble to catch him when he discovered them on the grounds and set up that damn yapping, but he turned out to be friendly and was now nestled in the arms of one man, licking his face. Sam Bushee could not understand what anyone would want with five pounds of dog you had to take the hell down to the barber every month and buy a haircut for. It had to be the girl's dog. Creeden had the big Airedale, and if the dale had been there, they would never have come. They would have found another way.
For his size, Bushee moved with the silence of a big cat. He was a bear of a man, standing only six feet, but so wide and heavy-muscled he weighed almost three hundred pounds, and not one ounce of it was fat. Each day he devoted at least a full hour to Yoga exercises, and another to the deadly arts of killing with a gun or knife or garrote. He had once been a soldier and a good one. He gave up that line of work when the PX scandals opened up and there was no black market money worth looking for. He had met Dan Creeden during that period and had come to respect him. Being a man with an eye to the future, he had kept track of Creeden's success.
He knew that Creeden held some points in a casino where they kept maybe three million dollars in an underground vault.
Sam Bushee would not rob Dan Creeden personally, because Creeden had once saved his life. But making Creeden open the vault and get him away was another matter. Some insurance company would pick up the tab, and insurance companies, being the biggest thieves, were fair game.
However, Creeden was a man who would have to be convinced. To convince him, they might have to use the girl.
That would be fun.
Sam Bushee moved to the sliding glass doors of the master bedroom. Glass doors are not built to keep people out. It is only a question of how quietly you slip the lock. It was a five-tumbler Yale, and in fifteen seconds he had it open, using an ordinary dentist's probe. The door slid open without a sound, as he knew it would, because the alarm system had been disconnected. Bushee stepped into the room. He had a pistol in a belt holster but didn't touch it. He was confident he needed no weapon except his big, hard hands and the tape-wrapped flashlight he carried. Quick as Creeden was, the sudden light would blind him long enough for them to take over.
Knowing his man, Bushee had planned well. He had taken out the alarm system and phone. He had to know his man because Creeden was tough and clever. So he would have to use a lever. That meant the girl.
Bushee couldn't understand a man like Creeden marrying. But he had, so the cunt must be important to him. Thus, she could be used.
Hurt her, and Creeden would cooperate.
Bushee had not been able to learn all he wanted to know about this particular room, but he knew Creeden, and where the gun would be. Somehow suspended from the mattress, where it could be reached in one smooth movement, not in a clumsy place like under a pillow or in the drawer of the bedside table. It would be big, something like a 9mm Browning or Colt .45 automatic. Enough to drop a moose with one shot. Dan Creeden had never been known to shoot twice. So he had to get to where the gun was first and block Dan off. Well, his sheer physical bulk would handle that. The men with him were well rehearsed in their jobs. One would pin the girl, putting her out of action. The other had the handcuffs and chains for Creeden. On no account could they allow the man to move. He was too deadly. When they had a chance to talk to him, he would cooperate.
Sam Bushee moved to the head of the bed. The gun was where he expected it would be. A big Browning automatic with a round in the chamber and the safety off. He pocketed it and switched on the powerful flashlight.
"Dan," he said. "Don't move. It's Sammy, and I'm not alone."
"Sam Bushee?" Dan said, instantly awakening and knowing, but stalling for time so he could organize his thinking. He remembered the big man well and knew he had no time. Sam had once been a friend. They had soldiered together.
But that was years ago. Sam coming here this way meant trouble. If he had problems, had to run, one phone call would have fixed everything, and Sam would know this. Old soldiers took care of each other. Dan knew there were others behind the blinding light, and wondered why Sammy would need backup men. He had been a one-man war, getting into situations where he survived only because he depended upon no one but himself. Dan slowly stretched, letting his hand slide along the mattress. The gun wasn't there. He sighed and said, "It's been a long time, Sammy. You could have used the front door."
"The hell I could," the big man said coldly. "If anybody ever saw us together, the caper I'm setting out on would cause you to be fucked. I'd be long gone and you'd be holding the old bag."
"Still the sergeant major," Creeden said softly. "You were good. You were very good. You should have been at least a bird colonel."
"There was more money in being enlisted swine," Bushee said. "You know war is shit, Danny-boy. Once you hauled my ass out of shit, but that's long ago." A match flared as the big man lit a thin cigar. Smoke swirled in the beam of the blinding flashlight. "Tonight, I'm just trying to make a few dollars. You espionage types always had it made, the best of everything. Instant anything. We never knew your rank. You guys just snapped fingers and we produced. Just for the hell of it, for old time's sake, what was your goddamn rank?"
"Sammy, you're fishing. For what I don't know. I know you took your retirement as a sergeant major. I know you made a lot of money, but that's not my business. I couldn't care less. But if it will straighten your head out, I hold the rank of Brigadier General, U.S. Army. An honorary rank. But it guarantees that if anything should happen to me, a lot of very competent people are going to come and ask why."
A silence, and then the man behind the flashlight said, very softly. "None of that would do you much good if you're dead. The girl beside you your wife?"
"If you knew how to get in here, opening locked gates, you know that," Creeden said.
"She really asleep, or faking?"
"Asleep. We can talk. She won't waken unless I call her, or touch her."
"And then she turns into instant pussy. Nice, old buddy. Very nice."
"If you disturb her, you're dead, Sammy. People will be looking, and they'll find you."
"Maybe. Danny-boy, I tell you no lie. One way or another, we are going to walk into the money room of your casino and walk out again, with a hell of a lot of money. Your insurance company can pay. We'll keep you clean."
"Fuck off," Creeden said. "For one thing, it couldn't be done. For another, I wouldn't."
"Maybe the girl will persuade you," the big man said. "Frenchy, put the irons on him. Wake the girl up and cuff her. Just her arms we want her legs open!"
"Do we get to fuck her?" a voice said.
"We do anything we can think of to her until this asshole gets the message," the big man said. "You know how to handle cunt!"
Dan lunged toward the light, but had no chance. The big man dropped him with one karate chop, paralyzing him long enough for handcuffs and leg irons and chains to be snapped on.
"Wha-a-at!! ! " Bonnie screamed as she was awakened from her deep sleep by a body falling over her. Before she could react, soft leather handcuffs were clamped on her wrists and her arms pinioned to the massive headboard of the bed. Spread-eagled, she flailed her legs and screamed. She saw three strange men, one built like a bear. They had guns. They had Dan pinned down and were locking handcuffs on his wrists and ankles, then running a chain through them, to pull his wrists and ankles together. There was no way he could move to help her. She saw blood running from his wrists as the steel cut into them, and his lean muscles corded against the impossible restraint. She screamed, "Dan? Dan! Remember what you told me!"
He had once warned her that something like this might happen, despite all the security precautions. If so, her one goal would be survival. Submit to anything, but somehow stay alive. Don't try for the gun, or try to help him. Anyone able to penetrate the house would be deadly. If they could get in, there would be no phone, no radio to the casino security people, no way to get help. She could only try to survive.
"Don't fight it," he had warned her. "If they're good enough to get in, they're pros. No drunks or sex maniacs would ever make it. For God's sake, make them a drink and open the safe and let them have what's inside!"
"Dan!" she had gasped. "That's half a million dollars!"
"Bonnie, if you ever try to spend one of those bills, you're in deep trouble."
"I don't understand," she had said.
"It's all counterfeit. Good stuff, courtesy of the U.S. Treasury. Loaned out, because they figure sooner or later I'll be hit, and when the funny money starts showing up, they may collect some people. So, if we have to, we give it away."
It had been too much for her to understand at the time how this husband of hers could have half a million dollars in counterfeit money in the house, legally. But not for a moment had Bonnie doubted him.
Now she screamed out her plea that he follow his own advice and not fight. He was already helpless in chains.
"Dan Give them the money from the safe!" she pleaded. "Let them have it!"
"Aaaah, there's money in a safe, pretty girl," the big man said. Someone had turned on a light, and she could see him clearly. "How about that! How much?"
"I I think about half a million dollars," the terrified girl said. "I'll open it for you. It's all we have here. Please don't hurt my husband."
Sam Bushee threw his head back and laughed with a roar that made the windows rattle. He looked down at the girl with speculation and shook his head as he jerked a finger toward Dan.
"A nice try, honey. Damn, you are pretty! So fuckin' beautiful, I'm gonna have to taste your pussy before I leave. And you tell a good lie, except that I know Dan from a long time back. So forget it!"
"I don't understand," the beautiful girl said, beginning to strain against her bonds, sensing that they had not come to hurt, but wanted something. "Whatever you want, tell us."
"Damn, you are good!" Sam said. "You keep trying when there's no point to trying. I wonder if you fuck as good as you talk! This Dan Creeden never has more than five goddamn bucks in his pocket. He writes checks, or uses credit cards, or something like that. Maybe something that looks like it, but it would be phony as a French whore. And that kind of money wouldn't interest us anyhow!"
"What is it you want?" she whispered.
"They want me to set them up for a heist at the casino," Dan said. "They want the vault. It's only money."
Straining against the leather bonds until they cut off the blood circulation in her wrists, she finally saw his eyes and expression. She saw him bleeding over the tightly-cinched manacles, naked and chained, and she said, "Don't not over me, Dan!" She looked up at the big man, studying his face for a long time, and then said slowly, "He's a crossroader. He knows he'd have to kill us both. He'd need you to come with him, and he knows you'd find a way to stop him, or find him later. So he has to kill us both! I wouldn't like to give him the satisfaction of getting his hands on the money first!" She raised her eyes to the big man with the flashlight and said, "I would like a moment to meditate. Then
I will be ready to die."
Pulling against her bonds, she managed to wind her legs into the lotus position. She raised her head, as if seeking the sun, and her eyes closed. Her breathing slowed. The taut-stretched position of her arms pulled the firm cones of her breasts upward and out, and the nipples rose and hardened. Her cunt-lips swelled with blood as she drifted into a Yoga trance, in which she was building into what she believed might be her final orgasm in this life. She believed she had lived many times before, and would again. She only regretted having to leave Dan. She concentrated, knowing she could do it herself. Simply stop breathing, and be gone in four minutes.
She forced her lungs to stop inhaling the life-giving oxygen. Slowly, her head tipped forward and she lost consciousness.
"Jesus Christ, she's killing herself!" Dan shouted.
Sam saw it happening, and moved quickly. He knew the girl had willed herself to death. He reached, grabbed her legs and pulled them from the Lotus, roughly spun her over onto her belly. The flat of his hand came down on the tautly-muscled spheres of her buttocks with the crack of a rifle shot.
"Aaaaugh!" Bonnie screamed, and began to breathe again. Once more the big hand rose and fell, stinging her tender flesh, and screaming, she writhed on the bed, trying to escape. Her mouth wide open, she yelled "Eeeee. . . you're hurting me!"
"She'll live," Sammy Bushee said calmly.
"Now, do you cooperate?"
Bonnie rolled on the bed, straining against the leather restraints, and cried, "Dan, make them kill us now! We can go together!"
"Sam isn't going to kill anybody," he said. "Sam is a pro, and a good one. He wouldn't kill a mouse."
"I guess I gotta get your attention!" Turning, he gestured to the man who held Yapping Poodle Dog, and the poodle was handed to him. He petted the friendly little dog as it eagerly licked his hand, and he said, "Nice little dog."
He reached into his pocket. A switchblade knife snicked open in his hand and without warning, he slit the dog's throat with one stroke and threw its wildly thrashing body on the floor. The blood spurted like a crimson fountain erupting in great gushes for a moment, and then slowed.
Bonnie screamed and fainted.
"Find some cold water," Sammy said. "Throw it on the cunt to wake her up. I want her to feel what we do to her until Danny-boy decides to be nice to us." He looked down at the wide-splayed body of the girl and said, "I don't know whether I want to fuck her or eat her first."
"Fuck her second you don't wanta eat your own cum," one of the others said disinterestedly.
"Good thinking! Get the damn water and wake her up," Bushee responded.
"Sammy, you're dead," Dan said in a voice of ice. His eyes were hard as bullets. He didn't struggle against the chains which bound him. It was impossible, so he would save his strength and try to survive. He knew that now he had to make a deal, something good enough so he and Bonnie could get free, physically. Then they might have a chance. He didn't know what the big man had planned, but was sure it had been planned well. A way to get into the casino, take what he wanted and get out, make a clean getaway. He knew Sammy had a code of his own. He would not kill them unless he had to, and if he decided he had to, they would go instantly. "I'll help you do it try to help you. I've only got a piece of that club, you know. I can't just walk in and take all the money out. My partners wouldn't like it. But I can figure a way. Just don't hurt Bonnie."
"I have something figured," the big man said calmly. "Maybe we can leave you out of it, I mean the real action. I know what you mean when you say I'm dead. You'll come looking. Damn foolishness. All I'm doing is tapping the insurance company bastards. How much do you think is in that box?"
"Minimum two million, top of four. It depends on the time of day, how much action there is, how many checks have gone down. If there's heavy play at the tables, we have more cash on the floor, so less in the vault. And a lot of it is in tokens. I think the best you could look for is two million," Dan said. "Suppose we make a deal. I give you one million and you go away. That's the top I can raise in cash without a hard look from Internal Revenue and such. Sammy, you can have that with no strain. And my personal word I won't come after you."
"I damn near believe you," Sammy said. "But I don't think so. The money I'd like to .have. But it's more the action of the thing. Planning an j operation and seeing it work right, fucking the minds of the establishment. Danny-boy, you are a challenge to me. I know if I can beat you, I can beat the whole fucking world, anytime I want. That's why I have to go ahead."
"You're insane, Sammy," Dan said. "Probably. But crazy like a fox. I can pull it off, Dan." He exhaled a great breath and reached down to touch the tips of Bonnie's lushly ripened breasts. Still in a faint, she began to stir slowly, her naked young body undulating i on the bed as she would if Dan touched her in her sleep. "There's another thing. You know the phrase, 'Officers and their ladies . . . enlisted men and their wives,' well, that always griped my ass. I saw some ladies and I saw some wives, and believe me, they didn't get their status from whether their old man happened to be wearing stripes or bars or silver eagles." He grinned lewdly down at the slowly awakening girl. "Or stars! You know, I never got the chance to fuck the wife of an honest-to-God general. I made a lot of bird colonel's birds. It's gonna be a real pleasure to fill the cunt of a general's lady."
"Don't .touch her," Dan said. "Or it's no deal."
"Oh, I won't fuck her yet. It would be a cheap shot to fuck her while she's tied up, and if I turned her loose she might fight me and I'd have to hurt her. Maybe like I hurt her puppy-dog. Nice little dog, too. But I got an idea you're not taking care of her right. I think maybe I'll just eat her until she goes out of her mind and begs me to fuck her."
Dimly, Bonnie heard the words. She couldn't believe her ears, yet in her mind was the horrible vision of the big man casually slitting her little dog's throat. She knew that a man like that could do anything. He could and would just as casually slit Dan's throat. Or her own, although she wanted to die and had tried. But she remembered what Dan had told her try to survive. She realized she had been cowardly, that her death would not have saved him. Now, this huge brute was going to do vile things with her. She sighed and pretended to be still in a faint, hoping something might happen. It was possible that someone from the club had tried to reach them on the phone, and was sending out a security man to investigate. That had happened before, at times when the electric power went off and the phones weren't working.
"Damn, she's a pretty thing," Sammy said. He looked down at the girl and began to undress. His cock sprang up, thick, iron-hard and menacing, as he shed his pants. One of the other hoodlums appeared with a large pan full of cold water, but Sammy Bushee waved him away. "She's faking it," he said. "She's awake enough. Damn, that's eating stuff!"
Blushing, Bonnie writhed against the soft leather straps which held her to the bed. She knew she was going to be raped. Through slitted eyes, she could see the big man standing over her, stroking his fully erected cock, running the foreskin over the blood-bloated head. She was at the same time both terrorized and anticipating.
Against her will, she felt the moisture begin to well up in her vagina, her cuntal lips thickening and dilating, and her loins becoming impatient.
"Look, Dan, she wants it," Sammy said, grinning in triumph. "Look at the color in her cheeks! See that pretty pussy opening up like a flower. See the way her nipples are getting hard! This pretty little wife of yours wants fucking!"
Bound in chains, Dan Creeden could do nothing but look. He saw, to his dismay, that what Sammy said was true. Bonnie was aroused! He was sure it was against her will, but she was aroused, wanting sex!
"Oh, so pretty," Sammy said as he knelt on the bed over her and bent his head to the firm uplifted mounds of her breasts. He captured the nipple of one in his mouth, and the other between his big fingers, squeezing and kneading.
He knew how to make love to a girl with his mouth, make her wild with desire and hurt her just enough, at the same time.
His tongue slowly flicked over a nipples, and it began to harden and lengthen. Bonnie tried to twist away, moaning, trying to resist the urgency that was building in her belly. She hated this brutal killer, but couldn't help responding to his caress. His hand kneaded her other breast, the fingers finding the nipple and pinching it lightly, and just bringing enough pain so her entire hotly aroused body tingled with the desire for more! He opened his mouth wide, his lips enclosing her entire breast, and began to suck. His tongue swirled over the sensitive tip of the nipple and she couldn't restrain herself.
"Aaaaagh . . . no . . . no! . . .
Aaaaaaauuuggghhhh!" she cried out, surrendering to his oral caress. Her mind revolted, but it was impossible to prevent her body from responding wildly. Had her hands been free, she would have been holding his head tighter to her naked breasts, and reaching for the enormous staff of his penis. She gasped, "Ooloooohhh!! ! Aaaaaahhh! Yes! Ooooooh, YES!! ! "
Sammy raised his head and chuckled lewdly. Christ' he'd never seen a cunt turn on so fast. The girl was ready for anything. He could eat her or fuck her straight or screw her in the anus, and she could only cry for more. She couldn't help herself, even with her helpless husband watching. And the best fact of it all was that she wasn't a nympho; she was just a hot little cunt! He thought it would be" fun to fuck her tight little asshole, but that could wait for later. He had planned all this well, and the success of it would depend on breaking Dan through his wife. He was sure Dan never fucked her except in a straight way, had never even eaten her pussy. She'd probably never had his cock in between those soft warm lips of hers. So, the way to break Dan was to let him see his wife doing all these things, one at a time. See her learning to enjoy it. Right now she was so hot he could do absolutely anything to her.
But as much as he wanted to do all those things, he thought it best to go only to the first stage. He looked around and grinned at Dan and pumped his huge throbbing penis, silently threatening. Dan could not look away as Sammy slowly began to lick down the girl's belly.
Bonnie felt his tongue and lips moving over her. She wanted to be sick, but couldn't suppress the urge to watch as he ravished her trembling flesh. Against her will, her hips began a slow up and down undulation movement under his lewd caress, and she willingly parted her legs as his fingers moved up the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. She felt them slowly sliding along the curly-haired slit of her eagerly quivering cunt, bringing more and more moisture flowing down her vaginal passage. He had a big hand, and, incredibly, she felt his thumb massaging her clitoris as his outstretched middle finger probed into her hot cuntal opening. And at the same time, his little finger was moving around the tight ring of her anus! She had never been touched there in her life and the tactile sensation was enough to drive her wild! She groaned and raised up, giving him easier access to her most secret flesh. She felt a finger sink deep into her wetly flowering pussy, and another slowly work up through the tiny puckered opening of her anus.
"Ooooohh! Aaaaaggghhhhhh! YessssW!" she moaned, thrashing on the bed.
Sucked into a whirlpool of sensual delights she had never known before, she completely forgot her husband, and the little dead dog. She responded only to the experienced lovemaking of the deadly man. She screwed herself down to his seeking fingers, lewdly rotating her hips, flexing her softly rounded buttocks, wanting his fingers deeper into her. His head moved lower, his lips and tongue wet and hot on the heaving mound of her belly, then slowly tantalizing her by licking down the length of her legs and back again, this time on the most sensitive inner flesh. Totally out of control, she splayed her legs wide, silently inviting him, begging him with her frantically churning body. The lips of her tight little cunt dilated, revealing the pale, coral-hued inner flesh. Her eager lubricant gushed from her, to coat her thighs and pool on the satin sheet.
"Oooooh . . . nooooo!! " she moaned, as his fingers slowly withdrew from her tightly clutching anus and cunt, and away from the sensitive bud of her clitoris. "Don't stop now!"
Wriggling, lost now in her own urgency, she raised her legs in a wide vee, opening her visibly pulsating vagina. Had her hands been free, she would have grabbed his head and pulled it between the hungrily quivering flesh of her thighs.
He couldn't stop now! She was so hot! She had to have him!
Sammy rose over her, grinning, taunting her, holding his long thick cock in his hands. He shifted, moving toward her. All she could see was the bulbous mushroom-shaped red head and the massive white staff below it. Slavering, she opened her mouth to suck it in, but he only laughed and pulled back.
"You don't get this yet, Bonnie. Maybe let you suck a little later," he said. "But I'll lay a little tongue on you. See how you like this!"
Her eyes went wide as he drew back and knelt between her legs. His big hands reached up the wet insides of her thighs, making her flesh tingle in wild anticipation, and his head dipped. She could see the length of his tongue flick out of his mouth as his fingers parted her hotly pulsing pussy lips. The captive young wife moaned and strained shamelessly upward toward him. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, but she knew what was in his mind. Once she had been awakened by Marcy screaming. She had padded to the door and looked into a dim-lighted room to see a man with his head buried between her roommate's tightly clamped thighs, his tongue sliding along the wide slit of her naked cunt, and stabbing deep into it.
Now this terrible man was going to do it to her, and she wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything!
She felt the first hot, wet contact of his tongue searing her vaginal cavity. It slid up and down the widespread fleshy lips of her cunt, flickering from side to side with the speed of a snake's tongue. It lashed the lust-hardened bud of her clitoris, then slid further down her urgently clenching slit, to tease her vaginal opening, and then his hands lifted her buttocks and his wetly quivering tongue was teasing the tight ring of her anus!
"Oh, God!" she moaned, wantonly writhing and humping up to his mouth.
He put his lips over the hungering flesh of her pussy and began to suck as his tongue explored. Bonnie had never felt anything so fantastically erotic, so insanely pleasurable before in her life! Beyond the man between her legs, she could see her husband, helplessly chained. His eyes were dulled with an almost tangible mental anguish as he watched what was happening to her.
"I can't help it, Dan . . . I can't help it!" she screamed. "Oooooohhh! God! It's good!"
Yielding to her own overpowering carnal desire, she tightly clamped her long legs around the face of the kneeling man and fucked her yearning young cunt up to his greedy mouth. His hands cupped her frantically churning buttocks and she spread them wide as she felt his long thick finger working again at her tight anal opening.
"Aaaaaaaauuuuugggggghhhhhh!! ! " she cried out, screwing herself down on it, not minding the pain. He began to fuck his finger in and out of her anus, stretching the elastic sphincter muscle, and she moaned in a lewd rising pleasure that bordered on insanity. At the same time, his wetly licking tongue was running in and out of her hair-lined pussy. It felt like a hot eel. She splayed her ass-cheeks wider as he began to work a second finger up into her painfully stretched rectum, and she had wild thoughts. She wanted him to slide his long hard cock in there, in her anus! Yet if he did that, he'd have to take his tongue out of her vagina, and she couldn't stand that! She had to have his tongue buried in her cunt, his lips devouring her pussy! She was sure she must be the worst whore in the world, but she couldn't help herself! "Ooooooooh . . . Aaaaaaagh!! ! "
The explosion began to build in her loins. Feverishly she fucked her quivering little cunt up at his mouth, then screwed back on the fingers sunk so deep in her rectum. Suddenly her quaking thighs locked in a death grip around his neck. Then, with a soft scream, she threw her legs up around his face and her heels drummed wildly on his back as his lips tightened over her cunt. He lashed the hardened button of her clitoris with his tongue, and his gluttonous mouth sucked the gushing sweet cum from her madly writhing body.
She felt her fluid release running from her widely dilated cunt as his tongue fucked far up into her and his lips sucked and drained her of her soul. Her wetly clasping pussy grasped at his tongue like the mouth of a hungry fish, the coral-hued inner flesh coated with the thick white cum that he swallowed so eagerly. The orgasm went on and on, endlessly. Every time she would begin to subside, he would drive his tongue into the farthest depths of her convulsing young pussy, or run it up and down the full length of her pale-haired cuntal slit, or over her clitoris, and she would be off again. Time and time again he brought her to the peak of exquisite sensual delight, and when he sensed he had given her all the pleasure he could with his lips and tongue, he returned his fingers in her tightly puckering anus and triggered her again and again, until she was weak, almost catatonic.
Finally, leaving her exhausted, completely drained, moaning in mindless completion, Sam pulled away from her and began putting on his clothes. He looked down at the naked, chained man, and the dead dog lying in a scarlet puddle of blood.
"Guess you'll do what I ask you to, Danny-boy," he said. "That's a fine hunk of wife you got there. I didn't fuck her. If I ever fuck her, she'll never look back at you. You saw that. You believe."
Almost as an afterthought, he bent to carefully pick up the cooling body of the tiny poodle. The blood of the little silver animal had already begun to congeal on its thick coat.
"Sorry about that," Sammy Bushee said, and he sounded sincere.
He walked to the glass door and threw the dog's body out into the night.
"Now, do we talk business?" he asked Dan.
"If I get a chance, any chance at all, I talk to an undertaker," Dan Creeden said, straining against his chains. "You are going to need one."
"I haven't even fucked her yet," Sammy said casually, glancing toward Bonnie. "A good fuck right now would kill her. My friends are horny. They'll both fuck her at once. One in her pussy and one in her mouth or maybe her ass. She likes her asshole played with. Or maybe the three of us will do it at once. And, she'll love it, even if it kills her."
"I guess we talk," Dan said.
CHAPTER THREE
Dan had wild, crazy thoughts.
He wanted to kill Sammy.
He wanted to borrow Sammy's knife just long enough to kill Bonnie for being such an utter slut, for turning on in such a lewd way with another man.
He wanted to borrow Sammy's knife and use it on his own throat because he had never made her respond so wildly. He realized it was not her fault. No one could be more pure and true than his Bonnie. It had to be the shock of the sudden invasion, the terrible killing of her little dog. That had deranged her.
Somehow he had to get her out of this.
And it was built into him to observe the rules.
If he gave his word, he would fulfill it.
The rules also said he could kill Sam Bushee and anyone else who happened to be around. Sam knew this. He knew trying to heist the vault was crazy. Dan wondered how he planned to make the getaway. It is difficult to get out of Nevada. Nevada is one-hundred percent desert. Mountain desert, most of it owned by the U.S. government. One road north and south, one east and west at Reno, so impossible by car. By air, it meant having an aircraft which could lift over the fourteen thousand feet of the Sierra Nevada to reach Alameda or Sacramento or Fresno or San Francisco. Possibly Sammy had a suitable aircraft, and competent pilot on standby, but Dan doubted this.
He had to buy time, somehow.
"Turn Bonnie loose," he said, "and we deal. But only if you can lay out a foolproof way to do it. You know you could get killed. If you don't have a plan that I think will work and believe me, it won't be easy I give you one million in cash. Fair?"
"You won't come after us?" Sam Bushee asked.
"You know I will. But you'll get time to run, find whatever hole you've planned on already. Then, I hunt."
"Alone?" the big man asked.
"This " Creeden glanced toward the bed where Bonnie was still writhing in recurrent echoes of her mindless orgasms, " is personal. You would understand that, Sergeant Major."
"I would. Just kissing her cunt a little, I turned her on more than you ever have. I never thought I'd get to a real general's lady!"
"I would, SIR!" Creeden snapped out in a tone which would have carried across any parade ground ever laid out. He knew the only way to possibly get through to this murdering brute was through his military background. Hit him through the rigid training and discipline of more than twenty years. "Soldier, you are addressing a general officer! You will stand at attention!"
"You got more shit than a Christmas goose!"
There was silence for perhaps ten seconds, and then Sam Bushee yielded. He rose and braced and saluted, his heels clicking. Something in this man who was chained and helpless at his feet struck fear into him, and from the deep memory, he spoke the ritual words.
"Sir, the Sergeant-Major requests permission to speak to the commanding officer!"
"At ease, Sergeant-Major," Creeden said, responding in kind, hoping he was right in thinking he had the huge man in control, that the discipline would prevail. He knew he would have more power if he were free to stand and return the salute in a casual way, but that was impossible. Lowering his voice, he spoke with all the authority he could find. He looked and saw Sammy was standing in the classic 'At Ease' position, his feet thirty inches apart, his hands behind him. That was a point. Carefully in his mind he framed his next words.
"Sergeant-Major. You will release me. You will give me time to attend to my lady, and become presentable. You will send your slimy thugs out of my house." He took a deep breath. He looked to the bed, where Bonnie was still undulating her naked hips in remembered ecstasy. "Do you read?"
"Sir?"
"I will attend to my lady. I will dress, and we will talk business. If you don't want to take a chance, then the only thing to do is kill us both now. Bonnie wanted to die, and you saved her. Either turn me loose, or kill both of us. Make it quick for her. There's no way she could help you. She can't get to the money. I'm the only one who can. You wouldn't want your button men listening, so send them away. Or just kill us. If you decide killing us isn't worthwhile, there's coffee in the kitchen. You will get nowhere if you don't release me and allow me to take care of my lady. Now, Sergeant-Major, you are dismissed!"
"What's this mother-fucker talking about?" one of the hoods asked.
"Get out!" Sammy said.
"We thought it was okay to fuck her. Shit, you ate her, and she's still hot!" the man leered down at the nakedly bound young girl, his lips glistening with saliva. "Shit, Sam, she needs a good fuck! In the asshole! Damn, when you stuck your finger up her ass, she went out of her fuckin' head!"
With a casual wave of his hand, Sammy hit the man across the mouth, loosing teeth, almost breaking his nose so more blood spurted down on the white rug. The hoodlum ran through the glass door.
"I accept your word, Danny-boy," Sam said. "I could use the coffee, and some food. I haven't had a meal in two days. Old soldiers know how to feed themselves, so I'll find my way around your kitchen. I'll turn you loose now, and you can free the lady. Then come out and we'll talk." He stood over the man in chains and added, "Don't think about trying to take me, hit me with the cuffs or wrap the chain around my throat. It won't work."
"We made a deal," Dan Creeden said. "Turn me loose."
In seconds, the biting handcuffs were released from wrists and ankles, the chain gone. Sammy grinned and left the room, carrying the restraints. Dan limped to the bed and his numb fingers tried to free Bonnie from her bonds.
"I'm sorry, Dan," she whispered. "Oh . . . God! I'm so ashamed." Huge tears welled up in her eyes and she began sobbing.
"Bonnie . . . " His arms went around her and he stroked her naked body, feeling the warmth of her breasts and thighs and belly, and her soft lips kissing him. He moved to unlock the leather cuffs, but she whispered, "No . . . NO!! ! "
"What!"
"Not yet. You have to tell me what to do. I heard everything you said . . . I'm so ashamed . . . the way I was . . . I couldn't help it. . . the way he used his mouth . . . I was all the slut he said and more." Tears streamed down from her deep purple eyes. "You saw me, Dan! You saw how I was! You have to hit me, punish me for being such a slut! HURT ME!"
"Bonnie, darling . . . " he whispered, leaning over her.
"You have to hurt me!" she whispered urgently into his ear. "If you don't, he won't believe anything you say! If you think he's making a baloney sandwich in the kitchen, you're wrong. If you're really a general, and I think you are, you should know he's looking and listening, and the kind of man he is only understands brutality. I I couldn't help responding to what he did to me. And you should be furious about that. He'll kill us both in time. Dan, you should have let me die! Now we both have to stay alive! We have to put on a show for him! You saw what he did to my little dog! You saw what he did to me! He made me a slave! I would have done anything for him! So you have to revenge yourself on me!"
"Bonnie, for God's sake . . . " he whispered.
"You know what he's going to do. You know him from years ago. Yes, maybe he was a good soldier then, but you saw what he's done tonight. He likes to hurt people, see people being hurt. YOU HAVE TO HURT ME IF WE'RE GOING TO LIVE! Then you . . . you figure out your deal with him and a way to kill him. But you must make him think you're hurting me for being what I was when he used his mouth! Hit me, hard! Call me anything!" Her deep violet eyes pleaded for understanding. "Beat me . . . do it to me in the bottom! I can take it there! Marcy did it all the time, and he had his fingers in me. He they are going to do it to me anyway, if you can't con them! They'll do it and then kill me! And you'll be dead before it happens or maybe they'll keep you alive and make you watch them doing everything to me!" she whispered urgently. "My husband, I can control my body. I can make myself die by not breathing. You saw that if Bushee hadn't hit me and broken my spell, I would have been gone. For God's sake, put on an act! Buy us time! Or go away and let me die! It's not painful, if you do it yourself."
For a long time, he looked down into the deep pools of her violet eyes. He realized she spoke the truth. Sam was a sadist, and he wanted to hurt, to see people being hurt. He wanted to hit the casino just to see if it could be done.
But he had to buy time, and he had to buy it with Bonnie's body, and with her dignity. He wondered where she found her strength. He thought perhaps he should have let her die when she willed it. But without Bonnie, he would have been a dead man himself, even if he lived. Dead inside. She was not only giving him the strength to survive, she was offering herself as an obscene sacrifice, trusting him to avenge whatever happened to her.
"You have to hurt me," she whispered. She closed her eyes, and her voice became almost inaudible. "I am going away . . . I will hear and see, but feel no pain, my husband. You must hurt me . . . that is what he wants! I will be able to respond . . . I am going away . . . HURT ME!"
He gazed at the naked loveliness of her and knew she was right. He thought how wrong he had been in believing she was withholding something of herself, and realized finally she lived on a different plane. She was fey, perhaps a witch. What other sort of person would have met him in a church and without a spoken word, married him, trusting? He knew she went to mass at the Catholic church. But there was no Bible in the house. She had the Buddhist Book of the Dead and a great number of Hindu and Shinto writings, all in the original text, which she appeared to read. She had the story of Pope Joan (the legendary woman who was born in bastardy and rose to the Papacy, had many lovers and died in premature childbirth in a Papal parade) in the original Greek. She could intelligently discuss and explain what she got from the books.
Yet she appeared to know none of the languages spoken. Dan Creeden had enough Chinese and Japanese to get by, and he was fluid in Greek. He spoke some Hindi. Many times he had dropped phrases into casual talk, and Bonnie had not understood. Yet she had been able to go to the books and read them in the original, and instantly translate into English.
Now she was offering her body to save their lives.
"You fucking whore!"
He hit her across the mouth with the back of his hand, and her silver-blonde hair sprayed across the pillow as she strained against her bonds. He hit her harder than he had hit some men. Bonnie sighed, but not a drop of blood ran from her lips. He could not understand it. Her mouth should have been pulped, bleeding, her beautiful lips split open. Yet she was unmarked. He looked and knew then he could put on an act for the men who were watching. She had truly gone away from her body, to someplace beyond physical hurt. Her lips moved, and he leaned close to listen.
"Do something unspeakable to me," she whispered. "That's what he wants to see. Curse me! Find your belt and whip me! Or screw my bottom. I can respond. I can scream. He wants to hear me scream . . . "
"My God, Bonnie!" Dan whispered.
"Dan, I can go away. If you want us together, you have to do it. I want you to do it to me! I want to stay alive for you! You have to hit me and take me, put your penis into me hard! Rape me! In--in my bottom! Call me every dirty name you can think of! Keep us alive!"
"You bitch!" he said. "You loved having his tongue in your cunt! You wanted his prick in you! And he didn't let you have it. Well, I'll give you some cock. Right up your ass!"
"No, Noooo!! ! " she screamed, trying to fight the leather straps which still held her wrists to the bedpost. She kicked and missed his scrotum by a half inch. He saw her wildly writhing body, her pale blonde hair tossing on the pillow, and he wanted her more than he ever had before. His cock became iron-hard as he moved upon her, feeling the hotness of her ready flesh. He knew her Yoga exercises, and the ballet training she did every day. He knew she could have kicked his balls into the ceiling if she had felt like it. "Not in the back Not there!"
He thought Hollywood had missed one hell of a fine actress.
Now he had to play his part. He knew she was right. Sammy and his friends would be watching, and listening. He had to perform right, and say the right words.
"You fucking cunt you whore! He had his tongue in your pussy and his fingers in your asshole, and you loved every second of it! You were cumming the minute he touched you! Well, now I'm gonna touch you. With around six make that nine inches of cock in your asshole! You like it in ten inches, but I don't have that much. Damn, I didn't know you went for ass-fucking! Roll over!"
"Dan, please!" Bonnie screamed.
She fought him, straining at the handcuffs, kicking. Tears ran from her eyes, but he could see her nipples hardening, rising, and the wetness of her cuntal lips. He knew she was ready.
"You fucking bitch," he said, slapping her mouth again with the back of his hand. Her face should have broken, her lips split, her mouth gushing blood. He saw a cut on her lips, but there was no blood. He remembered that witches didn't bleed. Nobody had ever explained why. He slapped the firm spheres of her buttocks and rolled her onto her belly.
"Get that fine fucking ass up, because that's where you're going to get it. You filthy slut! Get up on your knees and take it!"
"Dan . . . please . . . not THAT!" she cried out, writhing, her buttocks waving as she rose to her knees, tears streaming from her eyes as she ,lay her head on, the pillow and strained against her bonds. "Don't do that to me!"
Her voice muffled by the pillow, whispering, she said, "My husband . . . I love you . . . go into me . . . there . . . I will feel no pain . . . I will scream because they want to hear me scream . . . I want you in me . . . I am sensitive there . . . a moment to relax . . . then . . . everything!"
He stroked the warm, taut roundness of her hips and his fingers spread her quivering ass-cheeks. Her tight little anus flexed in response as he fingered it, barely running the tip of his finger around the rubbery ring. He felt her respond, her knees opening wider, her voluptuous young body moving back, undulating against the pressure of his outstretched finger. He worked it in to the first knuckle, stretching the membrane, and she sighed in pleasure, rocking on her knees, screwing back to his finger. He could see the pale curly hair of her cunt wet with her desire, signaling her need for him.
Without warning, he suddenly jammed his finger to its full length into her tightly clenching anus, so hard the palm of his hand made a loud smacking wet sound against her wide-splayed ass-cheeks.
"Aaaaaauuuughhhh!! ! " she screamed, squirming and writhing and fucking back hard against his hand. Her pale blonde hair tossed as she raised her head. She shrieked as his finger began fucking in and out of her puckered little anus. He was stretching her, hurting her, and she wanted his penis instead of his finger. She could not explain the joy she felt. She could only cry out for more.
"In . . . please put it in!" she pleaded. "I don't care if he kills us . . . I want to feel you in me one more time. In my bottom . . . I can find Nirvana with you there . . . Dan . . . please . . . "
His finger probed the warm tightness of her anal cavity, and he knew she was ready. He cursed himself for being such a fool, not exploring earlier and discovering she was anal-erotic. He should have known she needed more than straight sex from the first night, when she had kissed his cock. He should have held her head and kept it in her mouth. He should have listened with more intensity to the stories she told him about watching Marcy. He had no idea how many of them might, or might not, be true, but now realized each had been a call for help.
She had tried to tell him of her own needs, and he had failed to pick up the message.
Sammy Bushee had raped her with his tongue, reading her instantly, drawing more from her, satisfying her more completely than he ever had! Yet Bonnie was a virgin when he met her, and he had no doubt she loved him totally.
How had he failed to respond to her cries for help?
How could he have been so goddamned stupid?
Now she was so incredibly beautiful, manacled to the bedpost, her smoothly rounded buttocks raised, an altar of living flesh. She strained to stretch herself wider, the length of her slender, tapering thighs stretching as her ass-cheeks spread. The tight rose of her anus was thickening and dark with blood, begging to be filled. Her cunt was flowering open, the lips flexing so the pale inner flesh of her pussy showed. Her thighs were already glistening with her cum. He wanted to go into her hotly throbbing cunt, deep. He wanted for once to taste her succulent pussy as that bastard Bushee had. But he knew that once he tasted her cunt, he wouldn't stop. He would lick and suck and love her . . . and she had to be hurt.
So he pulled her up higher on her knees and ran the tip of his cock slowly up and down the wet quivering crevice of her pale-haired cunt and then along the soft flesh of her anal furrow. He thought of what they had to do, if they were going to survive. He knew she had been right when she said Sam and his men would be watching.
And he knew she wanted him to take her in the anus. He believed her when she said it wouldn't hurt, that she had gone away from her body, yet could feel what she wanted to feel. She was so fey. She spoke in a language of her own. In company, she called him Dan. In private, or moments of stress, she had never used his name, only said, "my husband."
Yet a moment ago, she had called him Dan. When she knew they were in a hard situation, and overlooked by hard people.
He would have to think about that.
"I'll scream," she whispered, her head bowed low over the bed as she knelt and moved her hips as his hands held them tight. "I'll scream like hell, for them. Let them have their show! Hit me some more, to make it look good for your friend. Shout filthy words at me. Call me anything you can think of! Now!"
Wantonly, she ground her buttocks back against him, inviting any impalement, taunting him, challenging his manhood. Dan had to follow her hedonistic lead. With iron-hard hands, he slapped her churning ass-cheeks, testing her. She screamed, raising her beautiful face to him. He hit to hurt, to discover whether she had told the truth about being beyond pain.
Her soft-fleshed buttocks quivered, but didn't redden. She moved them wantonly and gasped, "More . . . More! Curse me!"
He spanked her harder and harder, and although she squirmed and wailed constantly, her flesh didn't redden. Her cunt flexed, but he couldn't take his eyes from her anus. It was dilating, and he could see the soft piftk inner flesh leading to her rectum.
Forgetting everything else, he had to fuck her there! The urge was uncontrollable. He leaned over her body, his hands grabbing her tender flesh.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass! You goddamn whore!" he shouted.
She screamed as she felt his rigid cock slide between her ass-cheeks. God, it was big! She had lied when she said she had gone away from her body! This time, she had not dared to. She would have to take the impalement and the pain, if either of them were to survive! She thought of the watching men, of what had already been done to her. She thought of what lay ahead if she wasn't convincing enough. If either of them were to live, she had to be the most wanton slut in the world! She ground her buttocks against the hardness of his lust-thickened penis, felt the tip, soft and rubbery, pressing against the tight puckered ring of her anus, and his strong hands gripping her hips, holding her in place.
"Oh, Noooo . . . Dan . . . Nooooo!! ! " she screamed!
But her body moved in invitation, letting him know it was all right. She felt the pressure of his huge cockhead, and willed her defensively puckering anus to accept it. She relaxed and after a long moment of relentless pressure, his massively throbbing penis popped through the anal opening. He was so enormous, so much bigger than Bushee's fingers had been! She could feel the heat of it, and the iron grip of his fingers . . . and she knew she could take it!
The blood-filled head of his cock was inside her, and she felt him flexing, preparing himself for the lunge which would skewer her now-yearning anus on his cock. She wanted to cry out for him to do it, to end the agony of waiting, but she couldn't find the words. She felt only the hot readiness of his huge penis painfully stretching her tender flesh and his hands on her. Straining against her bonds, she looked down through the deep valley of her inverted breasts and saw her thighs spread wide, the thick white shaft of his cock and his semen-swollen balls dangling at the base. Her lips widened as her tongue slid over them, wetting them, and she anticipated what was going, to happen to her. Already he felt good in her rectum. She ground her buttocks back against the massive phallus, letting him know it was all right.
"Ooooo . . . Aaaaaaauuuugggghh! Uuuugh! You're hurting me!" she screamed. "Don't do this to me! I didn't mean to be like I was with him!"
With a clenching, and then relaxing, of her firm ass-cheeks, she told him to go ahead, enter her all the way. Dan could see her profile as she turned her head, ready for the moment of hurt. He looked down and saw the way her tiny anus flexed over the thick head of his penis. She was almost sucking him into her body! He thought of the big man Who would be watching, and almost lost his erection, but then regained control of himself. He knew Bonnie was right! He had to do this to her! And, oh, did he want to! The soft heat of her anus was incredible.
And the tightness, as she moved against him! Maybe she did want this!
With one thrust of his powerful body, he rammed savagely into her wide-spread ass-cheeks. She jerked and her head came up, and her deep violet eyes were wide with surprise and pain.
"AAAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!! ! " she screamed in genuine pain. But her sphincter muscle grabbed and held him and her ass-cheeks swirled wildly.
The rampant spear of his flesh tore into her sorely-stretched back passage. Bonnie felt the virgin flesh of her anal canal rippling as he filled her, going deep, deep up into her belly! She felt and heard the slap of his balls against her lewdly-stretched ass-cheeks. God! How hot and long and hard he was like a spike of white-hot iron ramming in her from behind! She had never experienced such a sensation in her life! Ooooh! How she ached! Yet she had to endure it, if they were to have a chance of surviving. Looking back again between the swaying cones of her breasts, she could now see nothing but his legs pressing against her own wide-spread thighs, because he was buried to the hilt in her rectum! Her pale mane of hair sprayed over the sheet. She saw her inner thighs glistening with her own cum.
"Ugggghhh!" she grunted, and tightened her ass-muscles around his cock as she willed her body to accept the impalement. For a moment the pain was terrible, and then it began to lessen, as her flesh expanded to accommodate his heatedly pulsating penis. "Aaaah . . . Oooh . . . "
Her rectal muscles began to flex around him, grabbing at his long thick hardness. She thought of what she must look like to the men who were watching, and the obscene image somehow excited her. If only Dan had done something like this to her before! In the mirror, she could see his thick shaft of hot flesh buried to the hilt in her straining backside, with him bent over her, his cum-filled balls pressed tightly against her churning buttocks! She thought of the times she had inadvertently seen this same thing done to Marcy, and now realized how much it had always excited her, how much she had subconsciously wanted something like it to happen to her!
"My husband . . . " she murmured, and began to move under him, the taut ring of her anus clutching like a gloved hand at his penis. She rocked back and forth, inviting, asking him to help her.
Dan looked down and saw the rigid pole of his flesh deep in her anus, and the ass-cheeks of the woman he loved stretched wide as her soft thighs splayed open against his own muscular legs.
Damn, how good it felt to be in her this way!
She was so tight! And hot and wet! She was moving, and he could see the pale pink flesh of her rectal passage pulling out around his thrusting cock. He flexed his excitedly throbbing penis, felt it get bigger and harder and longer in her rectum.
"Aaaaaah!" Bonnie sighed, and jerked back at him.
The girl wanted it this way! He knew he was hurting her, but she wanted it! Why had he been such a fool as to not realize her needs before? Why had he treated her so gently? He knew how it must be hurtirig her, yet she was lifting her head, turning her beautiful face to him, her dark violet eyes silently asking.
"You damn pig!" he gasped. "This is what you wanted all the time! Well, I'll give it to you!"
Holding her nakedly straining buttocks, he slowly withdrew until only the tip of his glistening cock remained stretching the tight, rubbery ring of her anus.
Then he drove into her with all the force and violence of his muscular body.
"Eeeeeeaaaaahhhh!! ! " she screamed.
The nakedly bound girl felt his long thick penis ripping up into her rectum, pushing her tender flesh apart in surging ripples of agony, like a tidal wave in her. God! He was so big and so hot and hard! She had never experienced anything like this in her life! It hurt so much, yet felt so good! She rejoiced in the vibrant heat of him, and the weight of his semen-laden balls smacking against the wide-stretched cheeks of her writhing buttocks.
"Yes.. . Yes.. . HARDER!" she cried out, screwing herself back at him, wanting to get every inch of his massive hardness into her body. She lost all sense of what was right or wrong, lost her ability to control herself, and all memory of why they were doing this, of the men who had forced them. All she could think of was his wonderfully pulsating cock in her rectum beating there like a second heart. She writhed as he began to fuck in and out, not caring if her anus was being torn. What had begun as pain was now exquisite pleasure!
She felt the hammering pressure of his muscular pelvis pounding her as his lust-swollen cock slid in and out of her tightly grasping anus and his balls smacking hard against her lewdly open ass-cheeks. She responded, her buttocks churning wildly, feeling him fuck in and in and in, and the hard grip of his hands on her undulating hips, the talon-like fingers biting hard into her tender flesh. She brought her head up to watch it happening in the mirror. God! How big his cock was! She couldn't believe that anything so massive could penetrate her virgin anus, but she felt it happening. She saw the lust in his face, the urgency. She could see the tender pink sheath of her rectum pulling out of her body every time he stroked back, wrapping tight around his thick reaming cock-shaft. She found strength to raise herself on her hands and began to fuck more urgently back against him. Seeing it happening to her this way in the mirror, knowing others were watching, triggered a new response.
"I . . . love . . . you!" she gasped. "I . . . need . . . this . . . so . . . much! Keep . . . doing . . . it!"
It had never felt like this in her vagina.
Dan's penis had always been good in her cunt. But it had never been anything like this! She felt every tiny bit of his virile hardness so much more this way! Ramming like a jackhammer in and out of her, holding her so there was no escape from the assault of his mercilessly thrusting penis! She thought she was going to faint from the sensual pleasure that was flooding her bound and helplessly kneeling young body. Every particle of her skin seemed to be afire! Her loins filled with the desire to orgasm and she knew she could instantly, but she wanted him to cum with her. In a fantasy, she wanted to feel him in her empty cunt, and have him in her mouth, and in her tender anus, all at once.
Jerking and squirming, ramming back hard against him, her taut ass-muscles grabbing at his cock, she screamed her plea.
"My husband! I'm cumming! Cummmmiiinnnggg! Cum with me! Cum in me now.. . NOWWWWWH!"
Dan could feel it building in her, the tight convulsive grabbing of her flesh over his own, and the hot churning of her lewdly waving ass. She had totally lost control of her body, wanting him entirely, possibly for the first time in her life! He fucked her with all his strength, ramming the thick pole of his manhood deep into the soft buttery depths of her rectum, and heard her gasp with obscene pleasure.
Damn, she was good this way! He felt the sperm build in his heavy balls, then pour down the thick vein in the underside of his penis, and begin to spurt into her welcoming body.
"OOOOOOO . . . AAAAAAAGGGGHHHH . . . YESSSSS . . . ! " Bonnie cried out. Her clitoris was on fire in a way which it had never been before and her own release was gushing from her frantically clenching pussy as she felt him flooding her anal passage with the white hot fluid of his semen. Her anus sucked and drew on him, and she knew he was filling her straining body. She could no longer support her weight on hands and knees. With a great sigh of completion, she collapsed on the bed, feeling his cock wildly jerking far up inside her rectum, sunk to its full depth . . . filling her . . . rock-hard. For a moment Dan's full weight was on her, and then he started to lift himself, rising to pull out of her.
"Noooooo . . . " she moaned, grabbing at his still-hard penis with her sphincter muscles. "I need you inside me there, my husband!"
Still hard, he drilled back into her squirming buttocks, feeling the taut inner rings of her anus closing around his softening cock. He lay over her and reached under her to take her soft warm breasts in his hands. She moaned with pleasure and turned her face up, her eyes wide with contentment, her mouth full and open as she silently asked for a kiss. He brought his lips to hers and felt his tongue sucked deep into the wet cavern of her eager mouth. She sucked on his tongue for a long time, and he felt her cumming again as he moved slowly in and out of her hotly quivering anal passage.
Then she was content to lie drowsily with his weight on her, his penis still lodged far up inside her rectum. After a long time, she began to whisper.
"You are so good for me, my husband . . . you take me out of myself . . . but now I am back. They are out there. They would not understand what we have had . . . you must talk with the big one, and kill him . . . "
"Yes . . . it won't be easy . . . they'll keep you, for a lever," Dan whispered. "I'll have to think of something.. . "
"You will, my husband." Pressed against the mattress, her arms bound with leather straps above her head, she turned her face and hypnotized him with the dark violet eyes. She was so incredibly lovely, and he was still deep in the warmth and desire of her which he had just discovered. She continued to whisper, "If that man will take the money you offered, give it to him. If not, make a good plan. Make one which will trap him. Then, kill him. Like he killed my dog. But more slowly. Make him feel all the exquisite agonies of death."
"Bonnie they could hurt you kill you!" Dan whispered urgently.
"They cannot hurt me," she said. "You hit me with all your strength, and there was no blood." The deep pools of her eyes clutched at him. "If they are too bad, I can go away . . . without pain."
"Jesus! Bonnie . . . NO!"
"I can return to you. I will."
He gazed at the strange, mystical girl who was his wife, thought of how she did seem to have a way of living on a different plane! He knew her face should have been broken from the way he had hit her. And yet she was unmarked.
He wasn't sure she was real.
He raised from her, and his wet, deflated cock slipped slowly, with a lewd sluicing sound, from her clinging rectal flesh.
He said, "I'll go now and kill some people who need killing."
CHAPTER FOUR
Dan Creeden took time to shower and shave and dress carefully in a business suit, as Bonnie lay in the bed, exhausted, trusting him to somehow bring them out of this.
He thought of how wild it had been with her. He tried to think of how he might kill Sam Bushee, yet he knew killing Sammy wouldn't be enough. He would have to get all of them. He was sure Bushee had men outside, in the dark. At least two, with rifles, in addition to the pair who had been inside the house. He was sure both the alarm systems had been taken out, because Sam was an old soldier who had seen every dirty trick in the book, and possibly invented some. With his bare hands, he might, if he were lucky, take Bushee. But not quick enough to protect Bonnie from the others. He had to calculate how many more there were, and guessed possibly six.
His tightly-trained mind weighed it, trying to bring it all into focus.
Sammy would have carefully figured the odds, and would believe he could pull it off. He would know the security setup at the casino.
He would have arranged to have someone on
Bonnie constantly, for however long it took to get the job done.
If Dan crossed him, Bonnie would die. She had a rare gift Dan now fully believed she could leave her body at will and return to it but her body could not survive a bullet in the back of the head, or a knife slash across the throat.
He had to keep her body alive.
He tried to think of what weapons he could use. He knew he needed time. Not minutes, but perhaps days. He might have one chance at faking Sammy out, but it would have to be done in an instant, when he knew Bonnie was safe.
The only way to be sure Bonnie would be safe was to take her with them, into the money room of the casino.
He was sure Sammy wouldn't let him carry a gun, and then, possibly, he would have a chance. If the security man at the vault was on top of the situation and the electronic safeguards were working, the guard would realize he wasn't armed, and that might tip him off. Dan always carried a gun.
He thought about the only way to get into the money room.
There was a door, opened electronically by a guard. You stepped into a small room, no larger than an elevator, and after the first door closed, another opened. There was no possible way both doors could be opened at the same time.
He might be able to get them into the room, and, when the second door opened, throw Bonnie through it and then move fast enough to take Sammy.
No, that wouldn't work. Sammy had been too good at his job not to know the setup. He would not let himself be trapped so easily. He had no doubt thought of every possibility. He probably knew the physical layout of the casino better than Dan himself. Whatever he had planned, he had overlooked nothing.
So, stall for time.
Find out how Sammy had the knowledge he had to already possess to have come here like this. He was not the kind of man who moves blindly.
Adjusting the knot of his necktie, Dan thought there must be a woman somewhere. One who knew the casino. He would have to find her. And use her!
He had only one weapon at the moment, and that was Bushee's confidence in himself. Sammy had planned this; he was a career soldier, so he thought the way soldiers think. Sam may once have been the best of all Sergeants-Major in the Army . . . but he had never risen above that rank. He would thus have the instinctive enlisted man's respect for a commissioned officer. Likely hatred too, but the respect was always there. That fact of life could give him a small but important edge on Sammy when the chips were down.
But for now, Bushee held all the cards. Dan would have to see what sort of hand was dealt for him for openers. He grinned at his reflection, trying for confidence, and went back through the bedroom heading for the main part of the house.
"Hey . . . " Bonnie whispered softly.
He stopped, and realized the leather cuffs were still holding her to the bed. He couldn't help laughing as he released her, and she laughed with him. She raised her mouth, and, moving her soft moist lips against his, said, "You will overcome them, my husband."
Then, silently, she folded her legs in the Lotus position and raised her head, the heavy lids closing over her violet eyes, and he knew she was going into her other world.
He wondered just where that was. On some plane beyond his conception . . . but it existed.
Sammy was in the formal dining room. He was eating a Chateaubriand steak and washing it down with champagne. He had fried potatoes and eggs and been so confident of himself he had even baked biscuits. He was in no hurry.
"She likes ass-fucking, doesn't she, General?"
"You will never speak of the lady again in my presence," Dan said coolly. "You want to do some business, and we can discuss that. We must. I will say that whatever plan you have can't possibly work. But I'll listen. You'd better take my offer of a million and get lost." He paused. "Or get killed."
"And so the little lady dies. When she goes she doesn't die easy." Sammy ate the last bite of the huge steak, stuffed a butter-dripping biscuit into his mouth, and continued. "We both know I haven't a chance to get into the vault myself, and get out. Even if you helped. I'm thinking of the money cart. You send dirty money out for clean. I can take that cart right off the street, with nobody hurt. You just have to see to it there's about three million dollars on it when I do."
Dan Creeden saw the beauty of it. So simple. Twice a day, coins and currency were taken on a heavy cart two blocks down the street to the bank and exchanged for new coins and currency. One thing people who were gambling didn't want was dirty money. They expected shining silver and crisp new banknotes. Only two men went with the money cart, one to push it and the other, in uniform, with a pistol, strolling beside him. But the pistol was empty, because Virginia Street was always crowded, and to fire a bullet might bring down an innocent citizen, and the innocent citizen's relatives might easily collect several million dollars.
"It would work," Dan said. "You don't need me . . . or my lady."
"I need you to make sure there's at least two million on the cart. You can arrange that," Sammy said.
Dan pretended to think. He realized instantly that Sammy had found a chink in the casino's operations. Moving the money was done so casually. They were soft in their security, because nobody had ever dared even think of heisting a money cart. Not on the main street of Reno.
"It would take some time to set up," Dan said. "The money cart usually doesn't carry much over a hundred thousand in currency."
"You have three days, General," Sammy replied confidently. "I'll be a house guest. Nobody will hurt the lady. But she'll never be twenty feet away from a pistol with a live round under the hammer." He grinned. "If you're thinking about your housekeeper, she had an urgent message to visit her dying brother in Mexico. She's long gone."
"You think of everything, Sergeant-Major."
"I try, General. I do try. Now, you go start setting it up for us." He grinned again. "I'm not worrying about you pulling a double cross. You seem to think a lot of the lady. You saw what happened to the dog. And I like dogs."
"You never liked anything in your life," Dan said coldly. "I'll see if what you have in mind can be done. If it can't, I expect you to take my word, and the one million dollars."
"I'll think about that," the big man said. "You think about the little lady."
Twenty minutes later, Dan strolled casually through the casino. He was sure he was being watched, but it made no difference, not at this point. He nodded to the floor boss, Weldon Prey, and called him by the wrong name, and kept moving through the club and out to Sierra Street and into a dark bar. By the time he had an untasted beer on a table in the rear, a thin man of medium height slid into the booth. Dan described Sammy. The man listened and went away. Dan began to sip his beer. In fifteen minutes, he had a telephone call, the name of one of the girls in the show, and an address. He went to the address and kicked the door in. She was sleeping, naked, on a day bed, and she screamed as he came in.
He slapped her until she stopped screaming and was sobbing, her face wet with tears. She was tall and leggy with big, firm breasts, like all showgirls, with ink-black hair and flashing eyes.
Her cunt was shaved bare, and now the lips of it were swelling as her body responded to his sudden brutality. Her nipples were rising and hardening in their dark areoles and her nostrils flaring. Her hair was a black, swaying curtain down her back.
"Karen, I hear you're a good friend of Sammy Bushee," he said.
"I know him, Mister Creeden," she sobbed. "Why are you doing this to me?" Her face was red with the imprint of his fingers. "What have I done?"
"You know what you've done. You've told him enough about how the club works so he thinks he can rob it!"
"Oh, no!" she gasped, bringing a hand to her bruised lips. "Not Sammy!"
"And you think he loves you," Dan said, bitter sarcasm in his voice. "Shit!"
"Mister Creeden . . . I swear I don't know what you're here for! Yes, I've talked about the club with Sammy . . . but I couldn't have told him anything that could hurt you. I don't know anything that could hurt you!"
Karen seemed to be telling the truth. He wished he had been told how long she worked at the club. He remembered her now as a dancer in the cabaret. She danced nearly naked, with only a tiny sequined G-string, and she was good. He knew from looking at the tiny studio apartment that she lived alone. There was no sign of a man, no scent of a man. It was spotlessly clean. He made a quick search. There was only one toothbrush hanging in the bathroom, so Sammy didn't stay overnight with her here. He checked the wardrobe. All women's clothes, but separated. Those on the right would fit the lush, long-limbed body of Karen. Those on the left were not street clothes. They were flimsy as smoke, and couldn't fit any girl over five feet two inches. They told him something he needed to know, gave him a lever.
He pulled a silk minidress from a hanger and went back to her.
"Put this on. We're going to have a long talk. Get something comfortable for your feet, and put whatever personal things you might want in your bag, Karen."
"You're kidnapping me!" she whispered.
"No. I am taking you with me. Just as Sammy is holding Bonnie," he said calmly.
"Sammy's what!" Her eyes widened.
"Something is happening. Better you don't know, if you're not in it. But my wife is a hostage. So I had to find you. I have to hold you."
"Oh, my God!" she cried. "Not Bonnie! That lovely . . . No, Sammy couldn't do such a thing!"
"You know Sammy's voice." He pulled out his wallet and handed her a card. "Call this number. It's my private line. If Sammy answers, just hang up, don't say a word. He has at least four men with rifles."
She looked at the card and then at him for a long time. Then she said quietly, "I I don't have to call. I believe you, Mr. Creeden. If you say Sammy's doing something like that . . . I don't understand it. . . but if I can help . . . help Bonnie . . . "
She seemed to be unable to continue speaking. She rose to her feet and touched her mouth. The blood from her lips stained her fingers. She went into the bathroom and he heard her washing it away, and was sorry that he had hit her. She came out carrying her toothbrush and slipped the micro dress over her head. From the wardrobe, she took thigh-high boots and pulled them on, and slung a bag over her shoulder.
"Wherever we're going," she said.
"You forgot panties," he replied.
"What good would they do?"
She walked down the back stairway of the small apartment house beside him, her mind churning, realizing she had been used again by a man, this time by Sammy. It seemed that every time she tried to trust a man, she was hurt. Dan Creeden had hit her, but not really hard enough to hurt, and once he had time to talk, she could understand why he had done it. He was half out of his mind worrying about Bonnie, and likely to strike out at anything or anyone.
Bonnie!
How she wanted Bonnie! Her loins ached for Bonnie. She had seen her only a few times at the casino, and Bonnie was so beautiful and lithe, and there was something about her eyes that said she was different. Karen was revolted by the thought that Sammy would ever do anything to hurt her. But she believed he was capable of it. She thought of how he had used her, Karen, without ever letting her know she was being used, and became furious.
She wanted to hurt Sammy.
The car was an ordinary-looking station wagon. Dan opened the door and she got in. He started the motor and let it idle for several minutes, then sighed and turned to her and spoke.
"I'm sorry, Karen," he said. "Go back to your apartment. I can't use you. You could be in trouble already. I'll have two security men to cover you in ten minutes."
For a long time she was silent, and then said, "No. No, Mister Creeden! If Bonnie's in trouble because of me I want to go with you!"
"It's not because of you," he said wearily. "Maybe you told him some things that he can use, but nothing he couldn't have found out anyway. I had a crazy idea of using you for trade goods, but it would never work."
"It might work if you could bring me to Sammy," she said. "He thinks he made a tremendous conquest when he got me in bed . . . and in a way, he did. Maybe he's vain enough to want to hold onto me."
"I've already offered him a million dollars cash. Do you think he took it? No! Do you think you're worth more than that to him?"
"I'm a woman, and for Sammy, I'm a status symbol. I can't tell you why here . . . it's something I have to talk out slowly. But I am a special woman to him. Do you have a place we can go, Mister Creeden?"
"If I'm going to know you that well, you might as well just call me Dan," he said, and made the car move.
There was a penthouse apartment which belonged to the casino. It was; kept for the sole use of people who could be counted upon to drop at least ten thousand dollars a night at the tables, and at the moment, nobody was using it. It made Dan think of a Paris whorehouse, with all the mirrors.
"Oh, my God, what a fabulous pad!" Karen said as she saw it for the first time. "I heard there was a place like this, but couldn't believe it!" She moved gracefully through the rooms, marveling. He made drinks and brought them to a huge sofa. He needed a drink, and thought she might also. She took the glass and said, "Nobody lives here."
"For the moment, you do," he said. He took a long sip on his drink and said, "Tell me how you can possibly help me with Sammy."
"It would be easier to show you than explain it all," she said. Slowly she lifted her dress and drew it over her head. It rose, revealing the tight inviting furrow of her shaved cunt, then her navel, the incredible pear-like breasts. In a moment, she stood before him, naked except for the thigh-high black leather boots. She tossed her hair and cupped her breasts in her hands and said, "Tell me what you see, Dan. Your first thought."
"I see a hell of a beautiful girl," he responded.
Grinning lewdly, she strutted with her showgirl's pace, the long, smoothly-tapering legs scissoring, her breasts jiggling, her taut buttocks clenching. She stood inches from his face and ground her pubic mound at him. He could barely resist the urge to grab her and bury his face between the silk-smooth thighs and drive his tongue urgently into the fleshy folds of her pussy. She saw the desire in his eyes and stepped back, moving sinuously.
"Do you like me in the boots? Do they make me sexy for you?" she said tauntingly. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"Any man would want that," he said. Damn, even though he'd drained himself into Bonnie's body not two hours before, his cock was already painfully throbbing from wanting her because she was so much woman. She was naked sensuality, and he said, "Yes, Karen. I want to fuck you."
"So do about a thousand men a night. I do three shows a night at your casino, Dan. Bumping and grinding my cunt right in their faces, but with a G-string that covers the law and nothing else. They pinch and sometimes one grabs me and takes a bite, and I'm expected to laugh and make it seem like fun. It's not fun."
"I understand Karen."
"This has happened to me all my life. Men, always men, grabbing and hurting and treating me like I was meat off a rack," she said. She smiled ruefully and sat beside him and sipped from her glass. She reached over and her fingers closed on the front of his pants, grasping his iron-hard penis. "You want me now. Like Sammy wants me. I sleep with Sammy occasionally, and every time I do, it's like he won a stuffed panda bear throwing baseballs at milk bottles at some country fair. Do you know why?"
Dan felt her tightly-grasping fingers on his eagerly throbbing cock. She was so incredibly beautiful, so sensual.. . he sought the answer to her question, spinning everything he had found out about her in their brief time together through his mind. It came to him after a half minute.
"In your apartment there were clothes hanging, in the wardrobe, too small to ever fit you."
"Ah, yes," she said softly. "I thought you noticed. Dan, I am a lesbian."
"Karen, what's so unusual about that?" he asked.
"Not much," she said calmly. "I'm not ashamed of it or trying to explain it. I have a very beautiful little girl friend. Sometimes I try it with a man, but I always tell him how I am. That's where I might help with Sammy. He can get plenty of girls but how many lesbians? That's why I'm a status symbol to him. I'm more than a magnificent-looking female. I'm a lesbian, and he's taking me away from my girl friend."
"I see," Dan said.
"I mean, he's able to go around telling himself, like, 'I'm fucking a queer girl right out of her head,' and that pumps up his ego," she said.
"I see how it might," Dan agreed.
There was just a chance the girl Karen was right. It would be a big thing for the self-image of a man like Sammy to think he was making it with a beautiful lesbian. Dan decided to give some time to figuring the percentages. He grinned at her and said, "You could be sticking your neck out a long way and for nothing, Karen. Sorry I interrupted your beauty sleep.
There's a big bed in the next room. You'll find a console in the headboard. It turns on the TV, or a stereo music thing."
"You're going to sleep out here?" she said, not believing he wasn't going to force himself on her. She had expected him to rape her, hoped in a way that he would, because then that might put him off guard enough so she could escape if she decided she wanted to. As it was, she was still in a state of mild shock over what she had learned about Sammy. And she could not bear to think of the lovely Bonnie in danger. She could see the long, thick outline of his hard penis and feel the heat of it with her fingers. She knew how she must look to him, naked except for the long boots that were designed to be sexually exciting, and her vagina shaved clean . . . ready for eating. She added. "Really sleep here?"
"There's another bedroom that way," he said, pointing. "If I can sleep at all.I'll get into bed anyway, and try. I have to keep whatever mind I've got left working."
"Good luck, Dan," she said, and left.
He smoked another cigarette and slowly sipped a snifter of cognac. Then he sighed and went to the extra bedroom and undressed, letting himself fall across the bed with the light still on. His mind whirled and he tried to think of ways to get Bonnie out. He was sure he could get back to his place and take out at least two of the men Sammy had there, maybe Bushee himself. But he had no doubt someone would manage to kill Bonnie while he was doing it. But this was not a situation for futile heroics. Dan tried to will himself to put the whole thing out of his mind until he could think more clearly, to divert himself. He thought of the girl, Karen. A hell of a lot of woman, and a lesbian. He knew he could have her if he wanted to take her. She wouldn't dare to resist. As he remembered how she looked in the freaky boots, his cock came up long and thick and achingly hard again.
But he made no move to go to her room. He just looked at it.
Karen had been fearful Dan would rape her. Then, as time passed, she realized he wouldn't. She could hear him tossing restlessly on the bed in the other room. Leaving the stereo set playing softly, she pulled her boots on and tiptoed down the carpeted hallway, to peer through the partly open door. She saw the thickness of his fully erect penis, the darkness of the huge mushroom-shaped head, and wondered if he was thinking of her or of Bonnie? Or maybe both of them. She waited to see if he would start to stroke himself, but he didn't. Finally, wetting her sensuous lips with the pink tip of her tongue, she slipped through the door and stood framed in the soft light, her dark hair falling straight almost to her waist, her showgirl body posed, shoulders back, wide-set breasts thrusting at him, her tiny waist sucked in tight, one long, magnificently tapered leg slightly ahead of the other, the slit of her pussy fully exposed to his surprised gaze. She was suddenly taken with an unusual, for her desire.
She felt a compelling need to touch him and God! she'd never liked touching any man! Slowly she moved to the bed and stood over him, looking from his eyes to his iron-hard cock. She felt her pussy-lips wetly swelling with anticipation. She tossed her head and her hair swung wildly through the air. She was well accustomed to men staring lewdly at her near-naked body. But there didn't seem to be lewdness in Dan's eyes. There seemed to be only emptiness. She knew he was thinking about Bonnie, and the thought of the lovely silver-haired girl made her warmly throbbing vagina begin to dilate. God, how many times had she wanted to bury her face between Bonnie's beautiful long legs and lick and eat her to exhaustion. She saw a glistening drop of seminal fluid appear at the tiny hole in the head of Dan's eagerly jerking penis.
"Did you fuck Bonnie tonight?" she asked suddenly, her voice almost breaking. "Did you?"
He nodded silently. She continued to look down at him, thinking, he was in her! The thought brought a quick flash of heat to her loins! She had to touch him, feel the great hard rod of flesh that had penetrated Bonnie's soft body! Her eyes wide, she slowly knelt on the bed, the boots which came almost to the hairless vee of her loins glistening. Her fingers reached and slowly closed around his hotly throbbing cock. For a long time, she felt the urgent heat of him, and then with a deep sigh, she bent over him. Her soft lips parted and the wet little tip of her tongue licked urgently at the droplet of semen.
"Karen!" he gasped as her head bent lower and he felt the silken mass of her hair spilling over his thighs. He wanted to push her away, but couldn't move. There was an overwhelming urgency in his male body and he felt her fingers slowly slide on his cock, working the foreskin over the bulging head. Her other hand moved to the semen-heavy sac of his testicles. He felt her begin to tremble. "You'd better stop, Karen!"
For a moment she looked into his eyes. Her own were glazed with desire. He saw the pink tip of her tongue slide back and forth over her heavy, sensuous lips until they glistened. She held the throbbing length of his cock up straight and the lips pursed softly. He felt the soft wetness of them kiss the sensitive tip of his penis and then slide down over the glans to enclose the whole of his lust-swollen cock-head in her soft warm mouth. Her tongue moved tentatively over the velvet-textured knob and then her mouth closed tighter around it and her tongue began to lick urgently. She sighed, imagining the taste of Bonnie's vaginal flesh on him.
"Ummmmmmmm . . . " Karen moaned and slowly sucked the entire length of him into her tightly ovaled lips, almost gagging as the hot, rubbery head went deep into her throat. Her cheeks contracted as she sucked experimentally. Her nose buried in the curly mass of his pubic hair, and she rotated her head, feeling him moving in her mouth. Inches from her eyes, his balls seemed immense. He was lying there, motionless, letting her do it. She sucked urgently, but not moving her head. God! He was so big and hot! She believed she could taste Bonnie's cunt-juice on him, and knew it must be her imagination he would have showered. Still sucking, she drew her tightly compressed lips up the length of him, her tongue beginning to move all over the thick staff. She moved the hotly throbbing head around in her mouth, nakedly kneeling at his hips and her nostrils began to flare with the intensity of her breathing. Again, tantalizingly slow, she sucked him all the way up into her ovaled wet mouth. Keeping him embedded there, she lifted a knee and straddled his right leg, settling down until she could feel his hard muscles against the wetly dilating lips of her cunt which was swelling now with her own heated desire. Her hand began to move exploringly over his trembling body.
She hardly believed it was happening! That she was doing this, and was the aggressor! How many times in the past, had she been forced, and loathed it!
This was what men always seemed to want most, and Karen had developed the ability to do it almost without emotion, shutting the physical act out of her mind. She had always done it as quickly as possible, her head almost a blur as she bobbed up and down over their loins, trying to end it and being so inept they thought she was untalented and not worth trying again. What she had hated most was the cumming in her mouth, the hot gushing spurts of cum that invariably gagged her. Some men had given her a chance to spit it out, but most grabbed her, held her head down on them until she was forced to swallow or choke.
For the first time, she wanted to taste a man's semen, hold it in her mouth and slowly swallow the warm whiteness drop by drop, like fine brandy. She began to undulate her hips, scraping the sensitive lips of her eagerly pulsing pussy over the hairy length of his thigh. She wished she had left the boots off so she could feel him against the full length of her clamping legs, but knew the boots were making it more erotic for him.
Gradually, she drew her mouth up the length of his massively jerking cock and saw the shaft glistening with her saliva.
"Ooooooh . . . God! Karen . . . " Dan moaned as she poised above his loins, her soft sensuous lips barely brushing the burning tip of his penis. "Why are you . . . ? "
"I don't know," she whispered. "I just want to suck your cock."
Lingeringly, she began to kiss up and down the long thick length of his penis, her tongue tasting him and her fingers feeling the urgency of his heartbeat. She gently licked his cum-filled balls and then opened her mouth wide, taking them between her lips and sucking gently. She felt his fingers move through her hair and then hold her slowly moving head. For a long time she continued in this way, then finally moved her mouth up again over the mushroom-shaped cock-head. Her tongue swirled over the velvet mass of it, causing Dan to groan loudly in lewd delight.
"AAaaaahhhhh!" Karen mewled and hungrily drew the entire length of his iron-hard cock into her avid mouth, her eyes watching his as her head dove urgently over his loins. She saw the amazed pleasure as, with an expertise, she hadn't realized she possessed, she sucked him with urgency. She had no desire to end this, and every time she felt him beginning to get more massive in her mouth, the bulbous head of his massive cock ballooning between her voraciously sucking lips, she slowed the frantic bobbing of her head until her mouth was barely moving, and she didn't begin sucking again until she knew he had subsided. Then she brought him to another agonizing peak, time after time, until her jaws began to ache and her lips seemed swollen to twice their size by her desire. When the subserviently kneeling girl could stand it no longer, she groaned in ecstasy, feeling herself beginning to cum from the lewd image of what she must look like and from the now-surging movement of his leg scraping against her pussy. She reached to take his hand and bring it to her head while her other hand began to squeeze his desire-swollen testicles.
"I'm cumming!" Dan gasped. "God, I'm cumming!"
He saw her lovely mouth lock tight around the thick trunk of his cock, saw the way her wetly ovaled lips distended as her head bobbed up and down, saw the way her nostrils flared as she fought for breath with her mouth so filled . . . and saw her cheeks hollowing while she sucked so hard he could see the rigid outline of his penis going all the way into her throat, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. He knew she wanted him to hold her head, join her in the final ecstasy. He grabbed the flaring mass of her jet-black hair and clutched her bobbing head hard. He began to fuck violently up into her greedily sucking mouth.
Karen had never had it like this before! She felt her own hot cum begin to flow from her cunt and spread over his jerking leg, and the huge exploding cock-head being rammed furiously down her throat.
"Mmmmmmmmm . . . uuummmmm . . . ummmmmmmmm," she moaned, her nostrils flaring, as she felt the sudden hugeness of him, and the spasming, the tightening of his sperm-laden balls. The thick vein on the underside of his cock filled and began to jet up into her gluttonously sucking mouth. She felt the first overwhelming gush of white-hot cum pour from his massively jerking penis and pour down her spasming throat. For a moment he let her head come up so only the spurting tip was in her mouth. Her cheeks filled with his cum, and she swallowed urgently, savoring every steaming drop of it. Then his hands were pulling her head down over him again, and droplets of the thick white fluid were seeping from the corners of her eagerly-sucking mouth. He held her that way for a long time, until finally his cock was soft between her warm lips, and her tongue moved lazily over the head of his penis. Little strings of cum trailed from her passion-swollen lips when she finally lifted her head, and with the flickering tip of her tongue she licked them from his naked body. Then, exhausted, she rose to fall across him, and felt his arms close around her.
"Ooooooh!" she whispered when he drew her up to kiss her deeply on the mouth. "Ooooooh . . . WOW!"
The problem with Sammy momentarily gone, literally sucked out of him, he had to grin as he said, "I thought you claimed to be a lesbian, Karen."
She looked down at him and licked the final taste of his semen from her lips. Very seriously, she said, "I am. I started that because you told me you'd fucked Bonnie and I wanted to taste a part of you that had been in her. It got to me. I mean, you got to me. Dan, I wanted to do it!"
With a chuckle, he playfully slapped the firm spheres of her buttocks, just hard enough to sting, as he said, "I'm not sure you're all that much of a lesbian."
"Maybe not as much as I thought," she admitted. "But still enough. . . more than enough! Dan, I have to tell you. I'll help you, if I can, because if Sammy's using Bonnie against you, he's a real bastard. But if I get a chance to make love to her . . . get her to make love with me . . . I will. I might take her away from you."
He said, "You don't know my Bonnie."
"Damn, is Sammy ever gonna get a blast when he hears about this!" a voice said from across the room.
Dan Creeden looked up to see two lewdly leering men crowding the door, and a third one grinning behind them. How long they had been there, he had no way of knowing.
Reacting instantly, he threw the girl from the bed and leaped for them.
The closest two had no chance. Within ten seconds, each was dying . . .
CHAPTER FIVE
With the terrifying shout of a Judo master, Creeden was out of the bed and across the small space. The three hoodlums stared for an instant at the sight of a completely naked man launching himself at them, and that instant cost them their lives.
They had silently watched for a long time, seeing and hearing, and their minds were on what they might be able to do to the girl. They had not counted on Karen, with her dancer's reflexes, either.
The stiffened fingers of Dan's right hand plunged into the nearest one, just under the rib cage. He struck with all the fury that had been building for hours, and with the exactness of many years of training. In that fraction of a second, the man's heart literally burst open, and he died with a searing pain. He was a big man, and he fell slowly, but heavily, crashing to the thickly carpeted floor.
Karen, swept from the bed, scrambled to her feet as the second man gaped, not believing what he saw. With the speed of a cat, she leapt over the falling man and her right leg scissored up, high over her head. The sharp point of her boot caught him in the throat, instantly crushing the thorax. He gurgled a guttural scream, his hands going to his throat as he fell. As he went to his knees, already dying, her foot lashed out again, and this time the exaggerated spike heel speared into his right eye, through the eyeball and into his brain. He died instantly.
"My God!" Dan said in awe as the third man fled far ahead, running for his life, pounding down the fire stairs. "You move fast!"
"I didn't know I could," Karen said, shocked at what she had done by reflex. She saw the blood and portions of the man's brains on her heel and wanted to be sick, but she swallowed hard and controlled the impulse as she said, "I guess we're in trouble."
"And these two are in hell," Dan said. "There's a chance I can get them out of here. Get your dress on. I'll pull the car into the basement. No you get the car. Bring it to the elevator there. I'll lug them out."
Without question, she pulled her microdress over her head. She took the car keys and her bag and was gone as Dan quickly pulled his clothes on. He dragged the two bodies out to the elevator, praying that no one would come. He dumped them into the cage and it dropped like a plummet, straight to the basement. She had the station wagon there, the tailgate already open. In minutes he had them shoved in the back, covered with an old blanket, and was driving fast out of town.
Nevada is full of abandoned mine shafts, and at this hour, there were few cars on the road. The early sun was on the mountains as he wordlessly dropped the now-cooling bodies into one. He didn't take time to search them. He doubted they would have anything of value to him on them anyway.
"Now what?" she mumbled as he turned the car back toward the city. Her beautiful face paled in shock. "Oh God. Stop! I want to be sick."
He stopped and she got out and went behind the car. He lit a cigarette as he heard her tortured retching, and then she was back beside him, her long legs golden in the sun. He saw that somewhere she had found something to wipe the blood and gore from her boot-heel.
"I'll take you to town and get you a car and you go, fast," he said. "Don't go back to your place for your stuff. I'll see you have money to move on, and buy all new."
"No," she said after a long moment. "I have to stay. I have to go with you."
"I'm going back and try to get Bonnie out," Dan declared. "You'd be walking into suicide."
"You can imagine what he'll do to her when that one who got away reaches him," she said. "If I'm there, he may take some of it out on me, and you could have a chance a better chance than alone." She sighed and continued. "You know they were there long enough to see me see me sucking you. The one who got away will tell him."
"Didn't you ever do that with him?" Dan asked quietly.
"Of course I did," she said coolly. "But not -not like with you! With you I started because of the way I am. Your penis was in my mouth, and you'd fucked Bonnie, and I was thinking of her beautiful vaginal flesh around your cock. Then . . . " she smiled almost shyly, "I wanted to do it to you! I wanted it to last, Dan, and I made it last! I wanted to have your cum filling my mouth! I can still taste you!" She put her hand in his lap and squeezed the protruding mound of his cock. "With Sammy, it was always, well, he had to pull my head down and force himself into my mouth, and then I made him cum in a minute. Thirty seconds! That fast, and then I spit! Do you realize I made you last more than an hour?"
"I knew it was a long, long time," he said, remembering the soft warmth of her lips sucking on his staff.
"Men have been making me suck them almost as long as I can remember," she whispered. "For once, I wanted to!" She laughed, as if making a joke at herself. "Don't get me wrong if I ever get a chance at Bonnie, I'll try to steal her. I don't know how good it is between you, but take my word, I know more about women than any man."
"Guess I'll have to take that chance, Karen," he said, thinking of how he had never understood the well of passion in Bonnie until a few hours before, when he had been driven to sodomize her in bizarre circumstances.
As the red sun rose higher over the desert, he tried to talk the beautiful girl out of going, but she became even more determined. She asked just what Sammy hoped to do, and he told her in detail.
"He's insane," she said positively. "He has to be insane. It could never work!"
"You say that because nobody's thought of just this thing before. Like nobody ever thought of getting on an airplane with a gun and making a demand for a couple of hundred thou and four parachutes worked until a guy who called himself D. B. Cooper did it. He got the money, jumped out of the plane and the last I heard the FBI was still looking for him." He drove a few minutes in silence, then continued. "Karen, I know Sammy Bushee. He was a damn good soldier. He survived some impossible situations, and he came out alive and ahead because he's got more guts than a wounded tiger and about as much mercy. If he'd been willing to kiss asses, he could have been an officer with a lot of rank."
"Couldn't the police help?" she asked.
"Nothing can help," he said. "Unless I get in there and have some blind luck. If I had a dozen of the best snipers in the world, I wouldn't try it. You can bet he has some punk with a gun or knife within ten feet of her every minute."
"Oh, God!" she whispered. "That son of a bitch! Aren't you afraid he'll kill her, or hurt her terribly, when he finds out you've killed two of his men?"
"Sammy's a soldier. He expects to lose some troops. He wouldn't hold it against me. And he needs her, because once she's gone, he knows he's a dead man. And he still has my offer of a million dollars."
"He should take it and run," she retorted. "Bastard!"
"Couldn't you do something like getting a
Hi long shot at him with a high-powered rifle?" she asked.
'"Karen, NO! You've never seen that place one way in and out, and I couldn't get within a quarter mile. Even if I got him with one shot, and that's what it would take, somebody would gun Bonnie down or cut her throat." The hard smile came to his lips again. "I wouldn't even take a gun in there it would be just one more for him to play with. I don't want to take you in."
"I have to go," she said quietly. "Part of this is my fault."
"Idiot!" he muttered, and pressed down on the gas.
"I hear you're a rough pair of cats," Sam Bushee said casually after they drove up to the big house and Dan had let himself be searched for weapons. He shook his head and said without rancor, "Took out two pros in two seconds. I suppose their bodies are out in the desert."
"Yes," Dan said, as the tall, limber girl stood beside him. Bonnie came down the broad terrace from the house, and he could see she was still all right. As he had expected, a man with a pistol was within arm's length of her. He read her violet eyes telling him not to worry, and he nodded almost imperceptibly. She was looking curiously at Karen. When she reached them, she stood in silent aloofness as Sammy said," I hear Karen likes to suck cocks a lot better than I thought. The survivor said she was eating you for an hour!"
"That was a cheap shot, Sergeant-Major," Dan said coldly as he saw the silent shock and hurt in Bonnie's eyes. He turned away from her, unable to face her, and added, "Now I understand why you were never an officer. You have no more class than a pig."
The stocky man hit him then, striking with the speed of a rattlesnake. Dan expected it, but wasn't fast enough to get out of the way. The ham-like hand took him on the side of his face and he went down. Two men were on him. Stunned, he could only struggle weakly, ineffectively, as he felt manacles snapped on his wrists with cruel force, and his arms were locked behind his back.
"And how come you're here?" Sammy demanded of Karen.
"Because I'm partly responsible for what you're doing to her," she said, glancing toward the shocked Bonnie as Dan was roughly to his feet and held by men on either side. "I didn't know, but I'm still part of it."
"You're not only queer as hell, you're nuts," the burly man said with scorn. He laughed wildly and said to Dan, "You sort of did me a favor. Those two you knocked off if I'd ever had to depend on them, my ass would have been in trouble. Like the old song says, 'a good man nowadays is hard to find'. "
Dan merely spit, blood flecking his lips as the inner tissues of his mouth bled. He cursed himself for a fool to ever let Karen come with him, and to indulge himself in the luxury of insulting Sammy Bushee. All it had gotten him was hurt, and his being hurt uselessly wasn't going to help anybody.
"So you really sucked him hard?" Sammy said to Karen, a note of real curiosity in his voice. It was a question to which he really wanted an answer, not asked lewdly or to put the raven-haired girl down. "Hell, you're a damn lesbian! How come?"
"I I'm sorry, Bonnie," Karen said, then turned defiantly to Sammy. "He admitted to me he'd just fucked her. I wanted to taste her on his flesh. I am a lesbian. I wanted to eat her, if only, well, by proxy!"
"You ho, ho! Ha, ha!" Sammy threw his arms in the air and a paroxysm of wild laughter shook his entire body. He spun around, stumbling against the hood of the car, and laughed until tears streamed down his face. His huge hands thumped the metal so hard they left dents. Finally, he slid to the ground and continued his obscene laughing. From time to time he looked up at her beautiful mouth, and that set him off again. Even his hired hoodlums were looking at him in amazement. "That has to be the funniest thing I've ever heard, and I've heard some beauties!"
"I don't get it," Karen said when he had finally subsided and was wiping the tears from his face and blowing his nose in his handkerchief. "What's the joke?"
"He fucked her in the ass, you nitwit!" Sammy shouted. "He fucked her in the ass so hard she was screaming!"
"Oh, God!" Karen said, her voice telling of her shock. She looked from Dan to Bonnie, saw the blonde-haired beauty's cheeks flush red, and knew it was true and gasped, "Oh, honey!"
"That that THING forced it to happen," Bonnie said after a long time. "Dan has never done anything like that to me before! But the joke's really on fat Sam because I discovered I liked it!"
"Yeah, by God, you sure seemed to," Sam admitted. "Well, we'll see how you like the second act."
"The second act?" Bonnie repeated after him.
"Yeah! What you're gonna get quick if the General here doesn't stop being hard-nosed and join my little trip into the world of free enterprise." He leered lewdly at her, lips wet with the thickness of his tongue. Bonnie felt terror, but tried to stand calmly, showing no emotion. "Well," he continued, "How about it, General. You see the old Sergeant-Major has all the troops he needs."
"Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noonday sun," Dan quoted with quiet scorn. "Why don't you stop playing Old Soldier? You know my agency had no formal ranks. I think you'll be wise to go into the house and we can talk sensibly."
"Talking sensibly means you say yes," Sammy Bushee retorted. "But why not go inside this sun is hell on the eyes."
They went into the big main living room. Sammy seemed completely at home in the house, as though he had lived in it for years. Dan tried to figure how many men he had. Four were visible. There would be others on the outer perimeter, to guard against an attack by police or the casino security force, in case Dan had planned any tricks while he was away. Figure six more out there, in the trees, concealed. They would have sidearms and at least carbines, maybe automatic weapons. He hoped nobody happened to call by, because that could accidentally start a blood bath, and it was Bonnie's blood which would run first. Sammy made sure he was securely shackled to a massive teak chair. The chair weighed nearly three hundred pounds, so he was not going anywhere. Almost solicitously, Sammy asked if he would like some food or something to drink, and Dan almost smiled. Unconsciously, the brute of a man was adhering to the ancient Army tradition that a soldier was never given a detail until he had been fed. Bonnie started toward him, aware of the darkening and swelling of his face, but one of the men pulled her back. When she spun and kicked at him defiantly, he casually slapped her so hard she reeled across the room and fell on one of the several sofas. She had rolled with the blow, and with a quick glance her violet eyes told Dan she wasn't hurt, that he should concentrate on getting them out of this mess.
Dan, his mouth hurting, said he would like a bottle of Coke. One of the men brought it, a straw bobbing in the neck, and held it close enough for him to sip. He drew on the dark, icy fluid, holding it in his mouth until the chill eased the pain. He thought some teeth were loose.
"Well, Danny-boy, what do you say?" Sammy asked casually from the comfort of a recliner chair.
"There's no way, Sam," Dan replied wearily. "In this situation, I wouldn't lie to you. It's a bright little idea you have about the money cart. But there are a few things wrong with it. I don't know how much you know about the money room procedures of any casino."
"I know that's where they keep the money. I know how it's moved. I know the guard has an empty gun. Hell, with one lousy platoon, I've taken entire towns! You know!"
"None of the towns were anything like Reno," Dan countered earnestly.
"Tell me about Reno," Sam replied, casually lighting one of the two-dollar Monte Cristo cigars Dan kept for guests.
"You can take my word for these things, or check them out," Dan said. He tilted his head and the man guided the straw back to his mouth and he drew on it.
"First any deviation from the normal is immediately noticed by people who are responsible for the money. Even if I gave my personal marker, I don't think I could get two million on that trolley. Someone would be suspicious, and the street would be full of cops.
"Second if you've ever looked, the money always moves at the time a scheduled freight train is passing the Virginia Street crossing. It takes at least five minutes to go by, and then the vehicle traffic doesn't get clear in either direction for at least ten minutes. Nothing moves.
"Third the casino is in what is known as the A-Zone to police. That means that in addition to the uniformed and armed security guards at the door of every casino and there are fourteen in the block there are vans of police with submachine guns continuously prowling. Plus every tenth person you happen to see on the street, including apparent drunks and cripples, is going to be a plainclothes cop, armed for bear. Sammy, that is the most tightly-guarded block in the world, and you can include the Kremlin.
"Do you believe me?" Dan concluded.
"I believe you, General, which is why I'm tapping you. I never thought the money cart trick would work. I just sent up like a bear up a tree looking for honey," the big man said complacently.
"So, what are you going to do? Take the clean million I offered and forget this insanity?" Dan demanded.
"No. You're going to think of something, General."
"You're utterly out of your flippin' bird!" Dan retorted.
"You'll think of something," he said confidently. "I'm going to give you a damn good reason right now! Bonnie! Get over here and get down on your knees and start sucking my cock!" he shouted. "That should inspire the General!"
Revolted, Bonnie tried to leap from the sofa and run. She had barely reached her feet before two burly men had her caught between them and Sammy was saying, "Rip her damn clothes off. I want her naked. Don't hurt her yet!"
"Think it would hurt if we all fucked her, Sarge?" one of the men asked, lewdly leering as he reached for the lapels of Bonnie's coat and jerked it open. "She looks like she could use a good fuck!" Bi;
"You sons of bitches!" Karen screamed. She tried to move to help Bonnie, but a man grabbed her and expertly pinned her to a wall. "Leave her alone! If you want a sacrifice, take me! I can take any of you. No man can hurt me with sex! Everything you can think of has been done to me already!"
"That's just it, lezzie-girl," Sammy said as he rose from the lounge chair and slowly began shedding his clothes. "The General wouldn't give a shit for you. Nobody would! But this little gem of his that he worships . . . well.. . "
The leer on his thick lips said it all. Sobbing, Karen slumped against the wall, her eyes seeking Bonnie's, trying to reassure her. Bonnie stopped struggling as Sam dropped his pants, then his shorts, and the huge length of his penis rose and throbbed in the air. Bonnie felt shock at the sight of it. It was even bigger than Dan's! It looked rigid as the trunk of an oak tree, and his testicles dangling below it were the size of tennis balls. How could she ever get it into her mouth? She couldn't imagine her lips being able to open wide enough to enclose the blood-engorged mushroom-shaped head. Yet she knew she would have to. The young wife stood, unresisting, as lecherously grabbing hands ripped the suede leather coat from her lushly ripened young body. Under it they had allowed her to wear nothing, and had let her have the coat only so she could go outside into the chill morning air.
She closed her eyes and willed herself away. For the first time in her life, the fey girl's gift failed her. She could not take herself away from her mortal flesh. Whatever was going to happen to her, she must endure in its entirety! She saw Dan strain helplessly at the manacles that held him in thy massive teak chair. She read the violent futility in his face, and knew two things:
She had to do whatever she was forced to do!
She could never let Dan know she had lost her gift this one time when she needed it most!
She closed her eyes for a moment and pretended to drift into one of her trances. Her Yoga didn't fail her and she was able to slow her breathing until the rise and fall of her firm young breasts was imperceptible.
"For God's sake, Bonnie!" Dan shouted wildly. "Don't try to kill yourself again! Survive!"
"It is all right, my husband," she said softly, managing to imitate exactly the voice which came from her throat when she was on her astral plane. "I cannot be hurt. You know this." Slowly she brought her hands together, palms meeting, fingers outstretched, held them in front of her wide-set breasts and bowed to him in the Hindu gesture. Slowly she turned to the big man who stood to her left and dropped her hands to her side and said, "What do you wish me to do for you?"
There was no trace of emotion in her words. Her eyes were on him, unflinching. It was Sammy who looked away.
"Get on your knees and suck my cock!" he commanded.
Wordlessly, she slowly sank to her knees. She could smell the strong male odor of him, and strangely it was not distasteful. Although she could not leave her body, she could endure this, and somehow perform well enough so Dan would never realize all of her was involved.
Sam Bushee hovered over the nakedly kneeling blonde, wanting to brutally jam his cock into the parting lips that looked so velvet-soft, but he forced himself to wait to see how well she did on her own. This was out of the world! A General's lady sucking him while the General was forced to watch!
Slowly she reached out her slender fingers and closed them around the massively heated staff. It was so thick they could not meet. She felt the virile strength of the man through his long hard cock, his heavy, steady heartbeat. He moved slightly toward her beautiful face as her hands pulled the soft, smooth flesh along the full length of his shaft until the blood-gorged head was fully exposed. The sheer size of it seemed to fill her entire field of vision. Bonnie had never touched a penis other than Dan's, and then only for a few moments. And on their strange wedding night, she had taken him into her mouth, but that had been done through love.
She leaned forward, so her soft lips almost touched the smooth heated head, and blew her breath over it. She felt his instant reaction, a sudden twitching of his cock, and a flexing of it as additional blood gushed into its length, making it even bigger. She looked up at his lewdly-leering face and let her eyes almost close, so that to the watching Dan she appeared to be seeing nothing. Experimentally, she slid her little tongue through her trembling lips and touched the hotly throbbing cock-head.
She couldn't believe it would ever fit into her mouth but had to make the attempt! Only if it were wet and slick could she possibly succeed! Working her head from side to side, she began to lick, first with only the tip of her tongue, then extending it farther, until the flat of it was circling the glans. She forced herself to bring her head close down and lingeringly kiss it with her wetly parted lips.
And she realized she was becoming excited!
Around and around her discovering mouth moved, her tongue suiting the contours of it. She licked like it was the mass of an ice-cream cone, making the bulging head glisten with her thick saliva, smoothly lubricating it.
How am I doing this? she asked herself silently, suddenly shamed that she, or at least her physical body, was enjoying the experience! She knew what she must look like to the others, kneeling in the most subservient way before this cruel killer of a man! Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined herself in such a position. She had thought she would rather die first.. . yet now she didn't want to die. She wanted to continue, explore this new experience! She was sure that later, when the flush of erotic excitement had left her and she returned to normal, she would be sickened by what she had been forced to do.
But that was later if ever! She knew that it was easily possible she and Dan and the Karen girl, who was not only a lesbian but obviously in love with her, might all easily be killed by these hoodlums. For the moment, it all depended upon herself, and how well she could satisfy this brutal ringleader.
She thought perhaps that was the reason she had lost her gift of going away this one time. Perhaps those who had looked after her in mystic ways all her life felt she had to be fully aware, had to endure this degradation, if the others were to survive. In her trance-state, she might not have been convincing enough for the big man! Whatever the case, she had to debase herself now!
Dipping her silver-blonde head lower, she lifted the huge heavy length of his cock and began to lick along the underside of its entire length as her other hand moved to lightly caress his balls. Her tongue flickered wetly and lewdly . . . and with enthusiasm.
"Aaaaah!" Sammy moaned, his hands moving to her head. "Jeez, baby, you got a real talent for cock-sucking!"
Her response was to part her glistening warm lips even wider and touching him instinctively with her fine teeth begin to nibble his staff as if it were an ear of corn. Her soft mouth moved up and down the hotly pulsing length of him, and she ran her tongue over his semen-weighted balls. Then, finally, when his massively jerking cock glistened with her saliva, she rose slightly higher and lifted her head so her soft violet eyes met his.
Then her lips opened wide, and her fingers held the thick base of his cock as her head dipped until the hot, velvet-textured tip was against her moistly ovaled lips. Her tongue explored the little hole and licked up droplets of his heated seminal fluid. She strained, ovaling her mouth to its widest, and dipped her head. Bonnie almost gagged as the massiveness of him entered her stretched oral cavity. She held still a moment as her jaw muscles relaxed slightly. Her tongue moved slowly over the head, then faster and faster, and she began to suck and strain, drawing it inch by inch up into her mouth.
"Jeez, what a beautiful cock-sucker!" Sam Bushee exulted lewdly.
"Muuuummmmmm!" she moaned as she felt the head going deeper, until it touched the roof of her gulping mouth and slowly, inexorably, began to force its long hard way into the spasming depths of her straining throat. In the distance, she heard Dan begin to curse. She rotated her head and began to slowly work her tongue around the rigid mass of hardened male flesh. Her fingers squeezed that part which she hadn't yet been able to absorb between her now avidly sucking lips while her fingernails tickled his balls and the sensitive perineum just behind them. God, how big he was! No one could ever accuse him of being anything but massively male, no matter how despicable he might be otherwise!
Slowly at first, and then faster and faster, sucking harder and harder on his cock, she began to bob her head, her lips tight around his flesh, so tight they pulled out grotesquely as his thick pulsating mass contorted her cheeks.
"Hey you said Karen sucked the General for an hour, right?" he said to the man who had survived the invasion of the apartment.
"Yeah, Sammy. A good hour." the hoodlum replied.
"Well, the pretty little blonde can do the same for me," he said lewdly. He reached down to pull Bonnie's eager mouth away from him for a moment and tilted her face up. He looked lasciviously down into her lust-filled eyes and said, "Hey! You really like it! Well, that's good! Because I want you down there on your pretty knees for an hour! You're gettin' better by the minute anyhow! When I get too close, I'll tell you to stop, and you can rest your pretty lips a minute, then get me up again!"
"You fucking bastard!" Karen screamed.
"I'll kill you, Sammy!" Dan shouted. "I promise I'll kill you for this!"
"You'll try," Sam Bushee said with a lewd grin. He glanced at the furious Karen and then to the men around the room, and said, "That one there is too smart-ass with her mouth. Suppose you guys put something in it. And up her ass while you're about it. You know what? Sure!"
Dismayed, Bonnie saw the beautiful dark-haired girl pushed belly-down on the big sofa as her thin, short dress was instantly ripped off her, leaving her nothing but the thigh-high black boots. One man held her down while another dropped his pants and fell on her, his iron-hard penis in his hands. Karen screamed as the man's claw-like fingers brutally grasped her ass-cheeks and spread them wide, and he forced his way between her flailing legs, splaying them open. Her nakedly rounded buttocks waved as she fought futilely to escape. The man who was holding her down hit the sensitive flesh of her ass-cheeks with the palm of his big hand and she jerked upward at the stinging impact. The lewdly-grinning hoodlum behind her pulled her struggling young body up to him, his fingers spreading her frantically trembling buttocks even wider, until the stunned Bonnie could see the tight, puckered rose of her anus flexing in protest. Karen screamed again as the man worked his extended index finger into the tiny anal opening to the first knuckle and began to move it around, cruelly stretching the tight, rubbery sphincter ring. After a moment, Karen's screaming subsided, and she barely gasped as the man rammed his digit to its full length in her anus, so hard the palm of his hand cracked audibly against the flexing spheres of her violated buttocks.
The raven-haired lesbian was fully up on her knees now, almost falling from the wide sofa, her face pressed down to the soft, rich leather of the cushion. Bonnie saw the man peel the thick foreskin back over the lust-swollen head of his excitedly jerking cock and, as his finger continued to work and stretch the helpless girl, bring the tip of his long rod of flesh to her cringing little anus. She saw Karen's eyes widen as the desire-bloated head invaded her tender, straining flesh and heard her gasp, but the dark-haired girl had apparently screamed herself out and was now resigned to the ordeal which lay ahead.
"Oooooohhh . . . " Karen moaned as the hoodlum's hardened penis began to impale her. Bonnie thought of how she, herself, had felt when, in an act of desperation, she had opened herself in this way to Dan. Fascinated, she watched as the entire length of the rampant cock sank into the squirming ass-cheeks, until his balls were pressed tightly against them. She saw him flex himself in the helpless dancer's rectum, waiting only a moment for her impaled little anus to adjust to the hard thickness of him, and then begin to saw in and out of her yielding flesh, jerking her vainly writhing buttocks up hard against his invading cock with each inward stroke. She heard Karen begin to moan, and she wondered if the rape of her helpless anus would soon turn to pleasure, the sort of pleasure she had so wantonly discovered when Dan did it to her! She saw Karen rise to her elbows and the gradual beginning of the undulation of her straining loins.
She was sure she saw Karen's cunt dilating, flexing with each new, harder thrust, and she hoped it was happening for her. God, what a terrible thing to have to endure! If only her body would take control, and she could wipe it from her mind!
"That turns you on, hey, Bonnie?" Sammy said lewdly. "Wait'll you see how she sucks cock! And while I think of it, you can get back to work on me!"
Unresisting, Bonnie took his thick, saliva-coated penis in her hands and once again guided it into her wetly waiting lips, closing them in a hot "O" around the head, and beginning to suck slowly, taking him deeper into her throat this time. It was lewd and wanton and unforgivable, but the erotic picture of seeing Karen being wildly sodomized and responding to it only a few feet away, and the thought of how she must look, kneeling and avidly sucking this brute's rampant penis, reached some dark masochistic part of her that had never seen the light before. She began to work her mouth furiously, no longer able to hold back, feeling nothing but the need to make him spill his heavy load of white hot cum deep into her yearning mouth. Later she might kill herself, and him if she had a chance, but for now she was out of her mind with wanton, lewd, amoral desire to suck, suck! SUCK!! !
And, helplessly bound, almost within arm's reach, her beloved Dan was forced to watch it all, see her degradation and, far worse, her sudden, wanton desire for it!
"Uuuuuuggghhh! Aaaauuuggghhh!" she moaned around the massive cock between her urgently sucking lips, working her head faster and faster, without regard for anything else! "Oooooohhh! Good . . . Goood!"
She was able to catch glimpses of what was happening on the sofa, between the bobbing of her head, as her pale blonde mane of hair tossed wildly, spraying over the hard columns of Sam Bushee's muscular thighs.
She watched as the man who had been holding Karen down released her. No longer was the dark-haired beauty fighting. She was responding, even as Bonnie herself was! The second man also dropped his pants. His cock was long and hard, the tip already glistening with excited pre-ejaculate. He moved to kneel on the sofa directly in front of Karen's flushed face as her long hair trailed over her shoulders and her nakedly straining buttocks ground back at the man who had impaled her pitifully clutching anus on his reaming penis. The kneeling man tipped the spasming girl's face up as he moved his impatiently throbbing cock toward her mouth. Karen pleadingly shook her head, her full sensuous lips closing tight in defiance. But the man grasped her nose with strong fingers, making it impossible to breathe until she opened her mouth. Karen tried to fight it, but in time her red lips parted gulpingly, and in that instant the hoodlum thrust his hot rampant rod of male flesh between them and pulled her head forward. Bonnie watched Karen immediately begin to suck, at first hesitantly, then hungrily her head bobbing forward, her beautiful cheeks contorting obscenely as the cock fucked in and out of her face. In a minute, the man released her head and she lewdly drove her greedy mouth up and down the thick pulsing length of him.
The obscene vision excited Bonnie to where nothing mattered but tasting Sammy's cum! She sucked furiously on his cock, finding new ways to use her ardent lips and tongue!
But he had meant what he said. Time after time, as she could feel her reward begin to surge up the length of his jerking penis, he pulled her head away and would not let her return to her oral feast until he was softening. Then, out of her mind with desire, she began again.
She could see Karen's cunt-lips flexing as her ass muscles clamped tight around the pistoning cock in her anus, and the gushing of glistening, aromatic cum from her tight hairless little pussy. She saw the man who was in her mouth finally jerk as his heavily swaying balls tightened up to the base of his staff, and in a moment, strings of thick, white semen were leaking from the corners of Karen's soft glistening lips as she hollowed her cheeks around the spurting penis and drained every drop of the heavy male fluid from his balls. Immediately a second man took his place, and this time Karen's mouth sought him and her hand reached up to guide his cock instantly between her ovaled lips which glistened so lewdly with the first hood's cum! The dancer's face was flushed and her buttocks churned wildly as she fucked back against the long impaling penis sawing in and out of her rectum. The man moaned, jerked, then held her tight as he rammed deep into her warmly clutching anus. A split-second later, his cum was streaming from her anal crevice to wet her convulsing pussy-lips and thigh-high black boots. He held her buttocks tight against him until he was spent and his cock was soft. No sooner had he withdrawn than Karen was salaciously waving her naked ass-cheeks back in invitation for the next man.
While she was on her knees, sucking Sammy, she saw six of them take Karen, either in her rectum or her mouth. Two had her twice.
Then, finally, Sam Bushee allowed Bonnie her reward. He let his cock grow to its fullest in her greedily gulping mouth. He flexed himself between her tiring lips as her tongue swirled madly over the ballooning head, and she felt him begin to jerk as his hands caught her head and pulled her harshly toward him. The mushroom-shaped cock-head went deep into her straining throat, almost choking her. She felt the delicious flood of steaming hot sperm jetting into her throat, coating it, backing up to fill her insanely sucking mouth, oozing from her tightly ovaled lips. She swallowed convulsively, endlessly, and could feel the great hot stream filling her belly until she thought she could hold no more . . . and her wildly quivering cunt flexed and dilated as her own climax finally arrived.
Sighing, she continued to kneel and suck until his massive penis was finally shrunken and soft in her bruised lips, and then he roughly pulled her to her feet. He grinned at his equally satisfied confederates as he reached for his clothes and began dressing.
"Damn, what a pair of cunts!" he said. "Now maybe the General is ready to talk business. You two chicks are something else! You've earned a coffee break. Go do whatever you feel like. Anything that's not tricky!"
Their eyes glazed from the intensity of their sexual experience, the two naked women, one tall and intensely dark, the other somewhat shorter and contrastingly blonde, left the room side by side. Bonnie could not bear to look at the tortured face of her stricken husband.
Sammy grinned lewdly at Dan and said, "General, you do any useful thinking? If you haven't, we can keep that up day and night. There's six other horny guys outside!"
CHAPTER SIX
"I need more time to think," Dan Creeden said in a dull voice. "Sammy you sonofabitching bastard!"
"They loved it. . . you could see! Now, I didn't figure you were doing any useful thinking when your dear lady was going wild sucking my cock, or Karen was getting it from both ends." He looked at his watch. "You've got just two hours to come up with something that sounds like it might work. Otherwise, the boys will be ready to go again, and we don't have all year for this campaign. You think of a dozen of us, all horny! Hell, we'd have to double and triple up on them! Picture your pretty girl with this big cock of mine rammed up her ass instead of in her mouth! Another one fucking her pussy and a third pumping cum into those beautiful lips of hers! It can happen, General! I put a lot of thought into this caper. If you want to save her from that, you start thinking, and think good, because if you leave any soft spots, I'm gonna know."
Without any sign of emotion, the big man lit another of Dan's cigars and blew a great cloud of smoke from his barrel chest. He chuckled and shook his head as he said, "That Karen sucking you for an hour after you'd fucked Bonnie's beautiful ass. You know what? I gotta go find a Bandaid for my cock! Bonnie got so damn enthusiastic her teeth scraped it. Oh, she wasn't biting! She was just turned out of her fucking strange mind!"
He turned and swaggered from the room, motioning his remaining confederates to follow, leaving Dan alone.
* * *
Her entire lithe young body vibrating like a violin with the strings tuned too tightly, wound almost to the breaking point, Bonnie nakedly led the dark-haired Karen to the upper level of the multi-layered rambling house, to where an immense wall of glass over looked the entire Washoe Valley and the rugged mountains. She willed herself to walk erect, her proud young breasts firmly pushed out in front of her, her ass-cheeks clenching rhythmically, her head held high as the cascade of silver-blonde hair swayed low on her slender back. She knew the brutal men were watching. She felt more concern for the dark-haired lesbian girl who followed than for herself. She knew she had survived a humiliating ordeal, and sensed her gift would be there the next time she needed it. She doubted that any girl of Karen's lesbianic inclination could endure as well, and she felt immensely grateful for what Karen had done.
A lover of women, Karen had deliberately provoked the most brutal thugs Bonnie had ever imagined into violating her beautiful, long-limbed dancer's body in the hope of saving Bonnie from further degradation! No matter what Karen had done when she was alone with Dan, there was an unspoken debt so great it could never be paid.
The penthouse level was virtually a house in itself. It had a tiny but functioning kitchen, two immense bedrooms, a living room with a stone fireplace and a study where Dan found it more convenient to work than in his casino office. It was completely equipped with every conceivable electronic device three telephones, a transceiver radio, closed-circuit and regular color TV sets. Hastily Bonnie tried the switches. It was as she had feared Sammy had managed to take out every means of communication! They were as isolated as if they'd been in the middle of Death Valley!
"There's no hope here," Bonnie said calmly. She reached out to put her arm across Karen's softly rounded shoulder. "I must thank you for what you did. It was terrible, seeing them hurting you."
"Men have always hurt me," Karen said quietly, her eyes glowing, her arms drawing the naked Bonnie close, her hands caressing the firm, slender woman-flesh. "It was nothing new!
Just more of it, all at once! If you can find a razor, I can slit my wrists!"
"No!" Bonnie retorted sharply. "Spilling your blood won't help anybody! Dan will get us out! I know it!"
"Honey, he'd better figure out the con-job of the century, and quick, because if he doesn't, that bullyboy Sam is going to turn them all loose on us in a couple of hours!"
"You have already endured much more than I," Bonnie said softly, feeling her power returning. She had never understood it. It was not witchcraft. She could not wriggle her nose or snap her fingers and turn them into toads or do any of the things so beloved of fiction writers. She never saw dazzling beams of light in the dark sky, or heard voices. But, she could sense the needs of others and in an instant understand what was in their minds. How else had she instantly turned to Dan, a complete stranger, at the altar of a church and immediately married him! And been so right! She felt the fear that was in this lesbian girl and softly said, "I, too, feel degraded. I want to be clean. I want most to wash my mouth. There are supplies in the bath."
The bathroom matched the rest of the place in size and appointments. It had an immense sunken tub, a separate shower with spray nozzles in every wall, big enough to comfortably accommodate half a dozen people at one time; three sinks, a medicine cabinet stocked like a small drugstore, a pale pink bidet. Bonnie showed her around.
"Here are some shower caps," she said, pulling open a drawer. "I'll have to work the thing. It was designed by the people who make moon rockets."
Despite her experience the most revolting part being the way her body had betrayed her and welcomed, finally, the unspeakable things the men had done to her, fucking her in the ass and mouth simultaneously, Karen had to laugh as she gargled with a strong mouthwash. Bonnie, being quicker, had already stepped through the sliding glass door into the shower room, a plastic cap covering the mass of her pale hair. Karen followed, closing the door behind her and gazed in amazement at the plumbing fixtures. There was a console of valves and dials. From every side, the ceiling and even the tiled floor, spray jets protruded.
"It will take you by surprise," Bonnie said. "It's all automatic, once it starts. Ready?"
Awed, Karen waited as Bonnie pushed a green button. Suddenly, she felt like she was caught in Niagara Falls without a barrel. From all sides, above and below, water streamed over her naked body, buffeting it! Ten secound? of the most crazy drenching she'd ever imagined it stopped for an instant and then began again, hotter and harder then before, this time with beautifully-scented soap. She cried out and grabbed her full sensuous breasts as her nipples hardened under the hydraulic onslaught. A sensual person, she had never experienced so many parts of her lush young body before -never imagined such a thing was possible! God! In seconds, she felt herself beginning to cum, hard, in the wildest most wonderful way. Not just her dilating pussy and anus, but all over her body.
"Oh, my God! I'm cummmmiiiiiiiinnnngg!" she screamed, and grasped for Bonnie. Bonnie was laughing joyously.
She let the bigger girl cling to her, somehow thrilled by seeing her in intense orgasm. Impulsively, she fumbled on the console and found a button which would keep the water-soap cycle on for four minutes instead of thirty seconds. She could feel Karen's entire naked body trembling as the orgasm devastated her loins. Karen slipped, pulling them both down to the water-swirling floor, and somehow Bonnie's hand was caught high between her slick, hard-muscled legs, her fingers inadvertently driven into the wide-open cunt-lips of the raven-haired lesbian.
"Eeeeeeeeaaaaauuuugggghhhh!" Karen cried out, reaching to pull Bonnie's fingers deeper into her slick cuntal orifice, holding them there as her pelvis jerked wildly. The gushing waters ran her scented orgasmic fluids away as fast as they spurted out of her wildly convulsing vagina. Karen cried out, "Ooooooh! Aaaaaaugh!"
Her legs flailed and desperately she pulled
Bonnie to her under the drenching deluge. Finally her mouth managed to find Bonnie's and lock tight to it, her tongue spearing between the blonde's lips, seeking. Bonnie felt the hotness of her body, felt herself responding to the lesbian urgency and through her mind flashed the thought of how much she and Dan, too, owed this beautiful girl. She began to return the kiss, and one of her hands closed over the high, hard-nippled mound of Karen's breast and began to knead and squeeze as her fingers pinched painfully at the rising nipple.
She had never done anything like this in her life, never even thought of it, or dreamed it! It had to be lewd and disgustingly obscene, and she thought of how they must look, locked together, one of her soap-slicked legs now thrusting between Karen's as the lovely brunette urgently ground, her wetly heated cunt against her hand and moaned in forbidden hunger against her wide-open lips.
Wicked and wanton and condemned by society, how much better and cleaner this coupling must be than what both of them must face soon if Dan did not figure a way out for them all! At least Karen was beautiful and courageous and loving, in her own perverse way! This might be the last time in her current life Bonnie could ever experience the pleasure of another body. She might be used in obscene, vile way by pigs, but that she couldn't help if it happened! Although she felt only the tiniest twinges of arousal, she knew that, under the thundering water, she was helping Karen clean her mind of the hideous things which had happened.
It was little enough to help.
Bonnie allowed it to continue, thrusting her fingers deep into the wildly quivering pussy lips of the dancer, sucking on her tongue, squeezing her soft fleshed breasts and running her slender leg between Karen's spasmodically flailing thighs until the dark-haired girl went limp.
Then, slowly disengaging herself, and feeling strangely unsatisfied, Bonnie rose to find another button on the console. The soap was cut off and in forty-five programmed seconds, the water turned from steaming hot to near-zero frigid. That brought Karen screaming to her feet, scrambling blindly for the door. Flipping another switch, Bonnie stopped the machinery and followed, laughing.
"Sweet Jesus!" Karen gasped, her teeth chattering, as she stumbled to a large stack of thick, fluffy towels, grabbed one and began briskly rubbing the goosebumped flesh of her naked body. "What bloody sadist built that thing? Shit, we should get Sammy and throw him into it! You'd kill that bastard in a minute!"
Accustomed to the tricks of the shower, Bonnie could only laugh as she took a towel and began drying herself.
"There's a big bed with a monstrous electric blanket in here," she said, beckoning the shivering Karen to follow as she led the way to the master bedroom and pulled the shower cap from her head, letting her pale, slightly-damp hair tumble loosely over her back. "In a minute, you'll be wanting the cold water again."
Karen took one look at the immense round bed and dove into it. It had to be twelve feet across! She had never seen anything in her life like it, but then she'd heard Dan Creeden went first cabin. The bed began to undulate beneath her and she knew a vibrator was built into it. Simultaneously, diaphanous drapes slid silently across a great expanse of tinted glass, and below she saw the cluster of buildings that was Reno, with the Truckee winding its way through the robust town. Down there was a casino, and from it a dozen of the most violent men she had ever imagined demanded that Dan Creeden take a fortune and give it to them or else!
And she was part of the Or Else!
She watched Bonnie as the slender blonde rubbed her beautifully-formed body dry and casually discarded the towel, then picked up a brush from a dressing table and began stroking her glistening mane. Bonnie was totally naked, her voluptuous young body swaying as she brushed, and so desirable Karen could not believe it! Suddenly realizing she had the shower cap still on her head, she pulled it off and tossed it away from the bed, which already was comfortably warm. She studied a headboard that might have come from a Mission Impossible TV thriller and found a switch to shut off the vibrator. She threw the covers back and watched for a long time as Bonnie patiently counted off one hundred strokes with the brush. Karen recalled how the furious seconds under the water had been.
"Bonnie," she whispered.
"Yes?" Bonnie said in her soft voice. She put the brush down on the table but did not turn. Her firm young breasts were reflected in the antiqued silver of the glass, and through it their eyes locked. "What, Karen."
"Come here please!"
Bonnie turned and slowly moved to the bed as Karen twisted up on an elbow, reaching out to her. Locking her own eyes on Bonnie's deep purple orbs, reading the knowing in her beautiful young face, Karen spoke again.
"Lie beside me."
"Karen . . . I know . . . "
"I know you felt something for me! There when the water was almost drowning us . . . and you made me cum more beautifully than I ever have." She sighed and continued. "You'd never touched a woman, had you?"
"No," Bonnie admitted. She did not get into the bed, but rested one knee on it, sitting on the edge of the round mattress. She felt Karen's fingers slide slowly up the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. She tried to move away but was helpless as the gently moving hand finally touched the desire-swollen lips of her vagina and a gentle finger began to explore the wetly flowering opening, touching the damp coral flesh, gradually moving deeper, by millimeters, into her cuntal passage. "Karen . . . ! "
She could barely mumbled the beautiful dancer's name. She had no strength to resist as Karen reached with her other hand, cupping her head, pulling her face down. Unconsciously, her lips parted softly as they touched Karen's and she allowed the brunette dancer to seek her tongue out, draw it into her mouth. She felt her breasts firming, nipples erecting and rubbing against Karen's bigger bosom. Giving in, she glued her mouth to the other girl's and sucked for her tongue. She felt the blood running fast in her arteries, the sudden flash of heat through her body as lewd desires filled her mind. They rolled together on the bed, and her legs splayed open in a lascivious invitation.
Moving sinuously, Karen mounted her as a man would. Gasping, she saw Karen's clitoris was like a small penis, easily an inch long and erect. She felt it make searing contact with her own as her hotly pulsing vaginal lips filled with urgent blood and dilated in welcome. With a soft cry of surrender, Bonnie splayed her legs high in the air and locked them around Karen's smooth-fleshed hips and began to move up against her in the most delightfully sensual fucking motion she had ever felt. Only her cunt was empty, but that no longer mattered!
Karen lowered herself, her mouth found Bonnie's and captured her now eager tongue again while her hands closed caressingly over Bonnie's burning young breasts. With a total loss of control, Bonnie fucked back furiously, feeling the tiny penis that was Karen's clitoris torturously rubbing and stimulating her own.
"Aaaaaaaaah . . . Oooooooh" she moaned, writhing and clamping her arms tightly around Karen's magnificent waist. She jerked and cried out softly as the first orgasm began, gasping out her pleasure against Karen's tightly buried tongue in her throat. She had never fucked so hard in her entire life! She knew in a distant part of her mind it was lewd, obscene, perverted to be doing this with another woman! She could never face Dan again! What had happened before, she had been forced to do, and it at least had been with a man. For this wildness, wantonness, she had no excuse. But she couldn't stop herself! She clutched at Karen's nakedly pumping body, desperately grasping to find her firm cone-shaped breasts and squeeze the erect little nipples. She pulled her mouth away from Karen's for an instant and cried out, "My God! I'm cumming! You're making me cum so much! Oooooooh! Don't stop! I neeeeed thiiisssss!! !
A tremendous hot flood surged through her churning loins and spilled out of her spasming cunt-lips, coating her ass-cheeks, soaking the incredibly expensive sheets and mattress. Her long fingernails dug into the soft warm globes of
Karen's breasts, and she cried out her incredible completion to this bizzare way of making love as she forgot her own lewdly kissing lips and tongue and the entire wantonness of herself. Finally, in exhaustion, she nearly fainted. But her legs remained locked tight around Karen's back for a long time. Karen lay over her, their naked bodies pressed together.
"Bonnie . . . darling," Karen murmured. She felt the slender body of the newly aroused girl begin to move under her again. "I knew you would be . . . so beautiful. I brought you up so high . . . now I have to bring you down!"
She worked free of Bonnie's clasping legs, her beautiful face sliding down between the blonde's widespread thighs, her tongue seeking the warm sweet wetness of her still quivering pussy. Weakly, Bonnie tried to push her away. She just couldn't take any more. But Karen's tongue was licking, delving into her greedy cuntal passage!
"I have to bring you down!" Karen whispered urgently. "Dan may need our help! Maybe we can think of something! You can't think if you're this way! I know what I'm doing! It's not sex! We've got to get straight! LET ME!"
She raised for a moment, panting, then locked her hands behind her neck and stretched. Bonnie heard vertebrae popping and knew that in her ecstasy she must have clasped the other girl too tightly with her legs. Karen sighed and moved from between her wide-splayed thighs, to her right. From this different angle, she lowered her head and, sighing, buried her face in Bonnie's hair-lined vaginal furrow again, h,er tongue seeking the soft warm wetness of the wantonly trembling blonde's cunt.
As the wet slippery tongue speared delicately into her hungrily throbbing pussy, seeking its depths and sweetness, Bonnie looked down at the beauty of the other girl as she half sat, half knelt beside her. The clean-shaven vagina was dilated, the lips thick and softly full of blood as the dark-haired dancer who had been so cruelly used by the men gave her sweet mouth in a language of love which only a few women would understand. Lying back, her head raised on a thick soft pillow, Bonnie watched the sensuous pussy lips and felt the hot length of the gently probing tongue bringing her down from her tremendous orgasm. She could not resist reaching out to touch the warm, sweet-scented curves of Karen's beautifully tapered thighs. The flesh felt so much like velvet! The tight slit of the other girl's wetly glistening vagina fascinated her. She had never seen one with no soft hair curling around it before. Gingerly she extended her fingers to touch it. It felt so warm and soft, and she saw Karen's oversized clitoris was still hard, and knew the strange girls who was so tenderly loving her was in urgent need of release also.
"Oooooooh . . . I can't help it.. . I have to . . . " Bonnie cried out as she yielded to a strange impulse. She pulled Karen's long, sleek body to her, pushing the satiny thighs wide, and her pale blonde head dove urgently up between them. In an instant, her lewdly hungering lips and tongue were on the burning vaginal flesh of the other girl. She closed her lips on Karen's clitoris and sucked it like a small incredibly warm penis, swirling her tongue, tasting woman-flesh for the first time! Her teeth gently nibbled, and she heard Karen gasp with sudden, unexpected delight! Moving slightly, she wormed her long flickering tongue deep into the naked cuntal passage and felt the trembling thighs close in around her face as Karen's pelvis came down hard against her eagerly sucking mouth.
Tightly entwined, their voluptuous bodies began to roll and toss on the bed, arms enclosing, fingers seeking, mouths sucking furiously as liquid oral sounds filled the expensive room. After the first taste of Karen's warmly succulent pussy Bonnie had to devour her! She sucked with as much power as she could find, drove her tongue repeatedly deep up into the sweet vaginal flesh, bit and tongued Karen's throbbing clitoris until the dancer was writhing in complete abandonment. Karen's wide-stretched ass-cheeks were inches away from her face, and remembering how it had felt to her, she grasped them in both hands, jerking them far apart, and then rammed first one, then two, and finally three fingers into the tender anal flesh and began to pump almost her entire hand furiously in and out. From a distance, she heard Karen scream in sudden pain, .but after a moment she was stretched as she had been by the men who sodomized her, and Bonnie felt Karen's delving tongue deep in her cunt again. And she felt Karen's fingers opening her own eagerly puckering anus wide and entering her!
She had no idea how long it went on. They were both cumming continuously, spraying their cuntal fluids into avidly sucking mouths, tasting and being tasted, wildly finger-fucking each other's anus. It ended with a mutual screaming and cumming and clutching and sucking, and they fell apart, exhausted, moving to lie close beside each other and languorously kissing and fondling.
"You have any cigarettes?" Karen said in a hoarse whisper.
"Dan keeps some here. I'll find them." Bonnie found a carton, ripped a pack from it open. There was a gold Dunhill lighter. They lit up and lay back in the big bed, inhaling the mild English blend. After they were half smoked down, Bonnie said, "I need another shower."
"Darling, I don't care what they do to us now," Karen whispered, reaching to gently cup Bonnie's soft warm breast. She leaned over to kiss the other girl and tasted once again her own vaginal flesh. "But we do need another session with that monster."
This time, Bonnie paused to explain to Karen the intricate workings of the far-out shower. Karen carefully appraised each dial and valve and switch on the console, almost as if she was a small child being shown how to run a steam locomotive. Bonnie could not understand her interest, but this was not a day for understanding anything!
"Not so cold at the end, okay, honey?" Karen said as she braced herself for another torrent and Bonnie set the automatic controls. The water hit them with brutal force, and when it stopped, two minutes later, they were both shaking. Karen trembled and said, "That automatic douching machine must put out five hundred gallons a minute! Where the hell does it squirt from!"
"The fire truck," Bonnie said casually, rubbing her glowing body dry.
"A fire engine! You have a fire engine?"
"Yes," Bonnie replied, as if everyone had one, as everyone has a cat or dog or mistress. "Dan is an auto freak. He bought this thing from the San Francisco Fire Department. Something called an Aarons-Fox pumper and water cannon. He has a barn full of strange cars. This thing has a big pump on the front and a huge nozzle on the back. The pump has a beautiful brass-coated round ball, about three feet across. It's something called a surge chamber. Anyway, instead of just letting it sit around, it's hooked into the water system here, with a thousand or two thousand gallons in a tank. It can shoot the water out of the thing on the back, or just pump, all day. We have no fire protection so he bought his own fire department."
"An honest-to-Jesus water cannon!" Karen said, in awe. "And it works?"
"They run it every day, to fill the water tank. It's fun to drive."
"Can you drive it?" Karen said quietly.
"Of course I can drive it," Bonnie said. "I can drive anything Dan has. I know how to make it shoot water too!" She could not understand the sudden interest in a piece of antique fire-fighting equipment, but thought Karen had become deranged by her humiliating experiences earlier. She said, "Everything we have here could go in ten minutes, if we don't get water on it until the fire boys show up. So Dan taught me to drive it and operate it."
"I will be double-God-damned!" Karen said.
"I don't understand?"
"Darling, shut up and let me think. I have to do some heavy thinking. See if they'll let Dan come up." She fixed Bonnie with her eyes. "Stall the bastards with your body, but get him up here or get me to him! DO IT!"
Bewildered, Bonnie found clothes to cover her naked body and left the master suite. Somehow, she trusted the beautiful girl who had led her into Lesbian depravity almost as much as she did her husband.
Her husband who was bound to a heavy chair in unbreakable chains!
* * *
Dan had been thinking of all possible solutions. As hard as he tried, he could not come up with any way for Sammy and his thugs to pull it off. He knew he was under too much pressure to think intelligently, and with every passing minute, the pressure became greater. He had to think of something, or the women would become obscene sacrifices to the lust of these hoodlums before their throats were cut.
And his mind was blank.
He knew he'd only seen a sample of what Sam Bushee and his hoods would do. If anything worse happened to Bonnie, the next time she went into one of her trances, he would let her go all the way, die with dignity. He had also come to care for the lesbian girl what was her name, Karen? Carol? He was sure he could never face Bonnie again after letting her be put through such an ordeal.
He had to reach into Sammy's long, intense military training, hisingrained fearful respect for the officer class, to find any weapon at all. They were all around him, Sammy and the other six, all armed, all obviously well-trained, probably paramilitary.
"Sammy, with all your protection, are you afraid to unchain me?" he asked. "Does one man terrorize the shit out of you?"
"Hell, no!" the retired Sergeant-Major said contemptuously.
Personally he freed Dan, even handed him a cup of fresh-ground and brewed coffee from his own kitchen. Dan stared at the bulky man as he sipped it. He saw no personal animosity. The things which had happened to himself and the women were for shock effect. He wished he faced a man who hated him, because hatred made a man lose his good judgment and make mistakes. Sammy wasn't hating and wouldn't make mistakes.
"The truth, Sammy," he said as the coffee warmed his mouth and burned into the cuts the big man's fist had left. "There is no way! I can have a million for you in an hour. I have thought of every diversion except blowing the place up, and that wouldn't work. I've thought of helicopters on the roof. Gassing the money room myself and trying to find two million but I don't know where to look. In truth. I know it's there, but I don't know just where they keep it, and I wouldn't have time to bag it and pack it out, and I'd have to go in alone, and come out alone, while you waited in a cab or something. No way?"
"You make it sound like a tough mission, General," Sammy said. "But you didn't get your star at thirty-two without a hell of a lot of tough missions."
"One possible," Dan said finally. "If they had an emergency in the flippin' vault. Like somebody drops dead. They have to get the body out, and you know, anything like that looks bad in a club, so there are ways of doing it quietly. The mortuary people go in with their wicker body basket. They come out with your money."
"Where do you get a friendly mortuary?"
"I don't. I have an ambulance on standby. No problem to getting some white coats. The ambulance is a new Caddy with Superior body and like that. It will go like a bat out of hell. You have your own wheelman. The ambulance crew has to take out the money room people and I don't want them hurt. Bring in the basket, take what you can find."
At the foot of the stairway, Bonnie silently listened. She could see the cluster of men around her husband. She marveled that he could come up with something like this so fast. She thought it might even work!
"It's got possibility," Sammy said, thinking fast. "But who gets them into the money room?"
"I do. Nobody would question me in an emergency."
"You haven't told me how you get somebody to look like he's dying at the right time," Sam said.
"I can arrange something. It might take a day no more. You have the women. I know damn well their lives are on the line. You'll need two men to carry the body basket, another, who can cover with a gun if he has to, carrying oxygen. One flight up in the elevator, thirty feet down the ramp and you've got an emergency vehicle."
"If something goes sour?" Sammy said.
"You have Bonnie and Karen here. Your hoods can kill them. The ambulance has a radio you can talk to. You'll have me. What the hell more do you need?"
"You might have thought of something that will work, General," Sam Bushee said with a grin. "I'll have to look close for the holes. You must be tired being up all night getting your cock sucked and fucking Bonnie's magnificent little tight ass. So why don't you get some sleep upstairs while I figure? You hungry? Hate to have a man hungry in his own house."
Dan exploded with anger, and then, with his rigid training, controlled himself. Yes, he certainly was hungry. He might need all possible strength soon. So he should eat. And he should above all remain cool.
"I could use something, Sergeant-Major," he said.
They let him move to the kitchen and find what food was available and feed himself. Then he headed down the long corridors to the topmost level. At the peak of the stairs he saw Bonnie standing, naked and beautiful, holding a finger to her lips in warning. He climbed the stairs, shedding his coat and opening the neck of his shirt as he went.
"Karen's thinking about something," Bonnie whispered as she wrapped her arms around him. "I can't tune into what, but come into the apartment."
At the foot of the stairs he saw two hoods take up guard duty. The apartment was safe as far as they were concerned. There was no practical way out, short of jumping through the window, over a sheer rock cliff which fell away a hundred and fifty feet. They were prisoners, but still alive and moving.
"Sorry about this, girls," Dan said wearily. He could not remember when he'd slept last. His wrists hurt from the tight pressure of the handcuffs. With a minimum of movement, he checked the electronic gear and discovered Sammy had given him an edge. He had taken out the entire system. He could hear nothing in this soundproof area. "We're still in trouble . . . but there could be a deal."
"I heard it, Dan," Bonnie whispered. She pulled him tightly into her slender arms and began kissing him urgently. When her mouth found his ear, she whispered urgently, "My husband, forgive me for what I did . . . reject me and get into the bed with Karen and . . . make love to her . . . she has a plan she will whisper to you . . . and . . . make love to Karen . . . make up for what they did to her . . . now, in case they can see and hear, abuse me! Curse me!" For a moment she went rigid, and then her voice continued. "My husband, I am going away . . . I cannot be hurt . . . "
"It didn't work earlier," he whispered back. "You had to fake! I know! You wanted his cock in your mouth!"
"I did . . . I'm sorry . . . now it is true . . . "
Her voice trailed away. With an expression of disgust which he didn't feel, he spun her around into a deep chair and saw her sprawl in it, legs splaying open to show the fine-tufted "vee" of her young tender cunt. Her violet eyes stared at him for a long time, and slowly, one eyelid dropped in a wink, and with a tiny motion of her head, she gestured to the huge round bed where the naked, beautiful length of Karen lay. He stripped off his clothes and moved in beside her and felt the long, strong legs kick at him and heard her scream.
"Don't touch me, you bastard! I never want another man to touch me again! You saw them raping my mouth and my asshole, and that sweet girl of yours sucking cock!" She spun on the bed, her long legs scissoring, covering her shaven loins. She spat at him and urgently whispered, "Fight me down and climb on top of me so I can whisper!" She struggled, but each movement of her lithe, gymnast's body only drew him further and further on top of her urgently-writhing form. He felt the hotness of her opening ass-cheeks and the humping of her taut velvety buttocks as his total weight pinned her belly-down on the mattress. She twisted partially away, enough to get her head up for a brief instant and shouted, "Mother fucker! Bonnie doesn't give a shit for you! I've been in bed with her ever since they let us come up here, and she'll never! NEVER! look at you again! And how's that grab you, you fucking stud!"
Driven wild by her obscene words, Dan forgot what she had whispered and began to hit and slap her, stinging her smooth flesh, bruising her until she sobbed. She fell limp under him and he thrust up between her creamy white thighs, suddenly realizing he had never seen her without the fruit boots on before. Savagely he pulled her yielding ass-cheeks open and yanked her hips up. He pumped his cock up hard and brought the blood-swollen head to her fearfully flexing anus.
With one powerful lunge, he impaled himself to the hilt in her soft buttery rectum.
She shrieked in agony and fell forward against the pillow, her legs thrashing, her beautiful young body undulating in pain beneath him. He felt her tender anal flesh rippling ahead of the massive shaft of his thick impaling cock. He reached to grab her shoulder and held her immobile as he fucked with a vengeance in and out of her already-violated rectum, seeing the soft pink flesh drawn out with every lunging stroke! She surged back against him suddenly, her lips moving. He dropped his body on top of hers, burying his massively throbbing penis once more to the hilt in her quivering little rectum, and he heard her painful gasp.
"Not.. . not so hurting . . . " she pleaded. "Put your head down and listen!" She turned her lovely, pain-contorted face up, the long, jet-black hair spilling away from it, and he could read her eyes. "Keep doing it. . . but listen, Dan," she gasped.
Realizing he had made a terrible mistake, Dan slowed his pumping in and out of her clenching ass-cheeks until they had established a comfortable rhythm. He leaned low over her and put his head on the pillow, his ear next to her mouth as though he were forcibly holding her down. She gasped, and whispered the unbelievable plan . . .
"Fantastic just so fantastic it might work," he said, his body coming to rest with his long thick penis pulsating deep up inside in her hot, clutching little anus. "Even the Sergeant-Major couldn't think of something like that!"
"Can you borrow enough cars and people from Bill Harrah's?" she murmured, flexing her taut-muscled body against his impaling cock and wriggling her ass muscles against it. "Take care of the traffic, so we have a clear shot?"
"I can," he said.
"You'll have to let us know the time con that bastard Sammy. And fuck me harder!"
"I'm hurting you," he said, reluctant to move in her sorely-stretched rectum now that he understood.
"I deserve to be hurt," she whispered. "I took advantage of Bonnie . . . not just in your bed, but in the shower. I.. . I couldn't help it . . . thought we were going to die . . . so fuck me hard!" She almost wept as she screwed her splayed buttocks back hard against him, the rounded white spheres churning, urging him on as she whispered, "Please fuck my ass . . . fuck my ass . . . give me something before those bastards downstairs come for me again . . . Bonnie understands this . . . for God's sake, FUCK ME!! ! ! ! ! "
She thrashed against him, beginning to wail in a mounting surge of ecstasy. Dan couldn't help himself as he looked down at the delicious moons of her nakedly heaving buttocks and the long hard length of his cock impaling her tender flesh. Her thighs were spread wide and he felt her deeper ass muscles grip him as he began to fuck in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster, finally jackhammering so hard it hurt his sperm-bloated balls when they smacked against the wetness of her straining rectum. He could feel her interior muscles grabbing and clenching at his lust-hardened cock, and knew she really did want to be fucked this way.
Grunting, he thrust furiously in and out of her, seeing her pink anal flesh ripped from her anus and then rammed back with each stroke, until finally he felt her wildly surging loins convulse, then gush as her heated cum spewed from her wide-open cunt to coat his trembling thighs. She raised her head and looked back at him with the big eyes and her entire beautiful body flexed in one final effort.
"Eeeeeeeeaaaaauuugggghhhhh!! ! ! ! " she screamed, in wild completion. "Fuck, fuck, oh, FUCK MEEEEEE! I'M CUMMING!"
The wild sound triggered his own response, and he jetted his sperm into her even more furiously than he had cum into her avidly sucking mouth just a few hours before. He gasped and groaned and thought he would never stop cumming! He felt the hot fluid jetting from him into her tightly-clenching anus as her perfect buttocks writhed with a happiness, an ecstasy, he could actually feel. Her anal muscles caught and sucked at his spewing hardness, and he could feel his cum filling and overflowing in hot spurts from her forever stretched rectal passage. Finally, he lay on top of the loudly panting girl again, his hands reaching below her sweat-streaked torso to cup her heavy young breasts and gently knead them.
"You're not a lesbian," he whispered in her ear when he caught his breath.
"Maybe I'm a lucky one," she murmured softly. She held him tight with the elastic ring of her sphincter. "I see I can go both ways."
Rolling her onto her side, he let her leg slide over his, and said, "Any other bright thoughts?"
"Smart-ass YES! Instead of water, load that imagine fire truck with a mixture of half water, half ammonia. If you can get the stuff."
"I can get five hundred gallons of ammonia," Dan said. He looked up to see his wife standing over them, naked, her eyes glowing with a sensual fire and undeniable love, and he managed to mumble, "Sorry, Bonnie . . . "
"I love you," she murmured. She slipped into the bed and began to kiss and fondle them both.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sammy went with him to make the arrangements. The two women were left at the big house. Sammy promised that none of the hoodlums would touch them. They could stay in the private apartment. Or go out on the grounds, but only without shoes, so they couldn't run for the road, and if they went out, they would not be allowed any more clothes than necessary to keep them from getting pneumonia.
Dan made a number of phone calls while Sammy sat in one of the lounge bars and drank beer. Sammy wasn't worrying. Dan would never dare to cross him not with Bonnie under lock and key. He had thought the plan Dan offered had at least 90 per cent chance of success. Of course, there were always things that could bugger it up, that neither of them could foresee, like earthquakes and power failures, but it looked as good as anything he could imagine. And he had his own getaway planned. He had said no one would hurt the women, and in saying it he had given his word. He knew what he had put Bonnie and that lesbian-bitch Karen through, but he hadn't torn their flesh, ripped out their fingernails or tender cunt-hairs with pliers . . . or anything like that. It wasn't his fault they'd turned on!
"I need between two and three million, and I need it tonight," Dan said into the phone. "Fifties and hundreds, random numbers, used. As good as what I have at home."
"You flip out?" the man at the Secret Service office in San Francisco said. "Or trouble?"
"Trouble I can't hit without help."
"Oh . . . well. . . how?"
"Bank packages. Have to ask one of your men to bring them to the vault at the casino. Then he goes away. He doesn't carry a gun. We take it from there."
"How much backup?"
"Nobody prowling. This is tight. I have to lay three million on a guy, or some nice people go down."
"We heard Sam Bushee went to Reno with some of his old boys."
"There's no way you can help. Except to get the money. It can be funny, but it has to be good," Dan Creeden said calmly. "He has a gun at my wife's head. If you know Sam, you know he'll have the trigger cocked."
"Man, I hope you make it. You got it."
"Thanks."
"Any way to get to you."
"None."
"Shit! The money will be in your vault. . . in . . . five hours. It'll look good."
"Thanks, old buddy," Dan said, and hung up.
He went out to the lounge bar, where Sammy was nursing beer and said, "It's set, as planned."
"It better be, General. Let me buy you a beer."
Dan let him pay.
Four hours later, a man, obviously an Indian or Basque, pretending to have no English, drove to the gates of the sprawling estate with what appeared to be an ordinary bottled gas truck. He argued, waving his arms, pointing to the cylinders on the truck. He was an old man, and frail, and obviously no danger. The man assigned to guard the gate thought it would be much better to let him and his damned bottled gas through than send him away and maybe have him calling cops, or talking to someone who would. So he was allowed to proceed. It was a small truck, only a pickup, and nobody else could be concealed in it. At the service door of the desert mansion, he again created a disturbance, pointing to the gas tanks and waving his arms, making it plain he didn't know where to hook them up and repeating, over and over, "Senora know . . . senora know . . . "
Finally the man in charge at the house decided he couldn't figure the old creep out. He sent another upstairs to tell Bonnie to get something that looked like clothes on and come down and deal with the bastard before they shot him just out of annoyance. Bonnie, realizing the first phase of the crazy plan was working, looked at the big men coldly, then at the little man who drove the battered truck and said, "He's too old to lift those things himself. Please help him."
"Fuck him, girl! He's getting paid."
"They weigh eighty pounds," she said, her face pleading.
"Fuck him."
"Damn you," she said softly.
Scornfully turning her back, she went to the battered pickup. This was what she had hoped for. The old man could carry a grand piano if he had to. She needed to speak to him, and be well away from the hoodlums when she did.
"Dan has it set up," the Indian said. With his eyes he gestured toward two of the fat cylinders. "Those are the loaded ones."
"You must look your age," she whispered.
Stumbling and falling, they emptied the dozen cylinders from the pickup. Each weighed nearly a hundred pounds. They rolled the two crucial ones close to the old fire truck, and while Bonnie tugged another from the back of the pickup and laboriously dragged it across the ground the old man, out of sight of the hoods who were busy watching the smooth spheres of Bonnie's naked buttocks, deliberately revealed by her short microdress, needed only a few minutes to effortlessly lift the cylinders of ammonia and pour them into what water there was in the storage tank of the fire truck. Then, with a spanner, he disconnected the truck from the hoses which hooked it to the water system.
A touch of the starter and it would be rolling. He also shut off some crucial valves.
"If you can see Dan, tell him I'm all right," Bonnie whispered as he climbed into his pickup and drove away.
* * *
At Bill Harrah's auto museum, the staff men were a bit puzzled but not surprised when a man flashing U.S. Treasury credentials appeared and demanded a dozen of their rarest cars for a parade, saying qualified drivers were to be kept on standby continuously. Strange things were always happening.
* * *
In the one quiet lounge of his own casino, with at least ten armed and deadly security men within eye-flicking range, Dan Creeden began to play his cards. He had given an imperceptible signal, waving them off. They knew something was happening, something big. In this game, he still had no aces. Deuces were wild, but he held no deuces. He had lousy treys, fours, fives, none of which were any good. But he had two possible jokers. Bonnie and Karen. He needed time, and he remembered one thing about Sammy from the old days. So he would use if he could. Sammy liked to drink, and he liked girls. He knew he couldn't get Sammy drunk enough, but between the drinks and the girls, he might be able to stall. He signaled for some girls to be brought from the Bounce E. Bunny ranch. Whores, but the best looking whores imaginable. He started to talk dirty to Sammy.
The girls came and did their best but that didn't work. They drank more and more, but Sammy seemed incapable of getting drunk. And by late night, they were sitting in a motel in Carson City, thirty miles away. Sammy took the precaution of handcuffing Dan to the bed in one room while he casually went to bed in the other of the double suite.
Hating him, Dan had to admire his cool.
When the morning sun slanted through the drawn blinds and wakened him, Dan yelled for Sammy to for God's sake, take the irons off him and make coffee. Grinning, Sammy did.
"Is it gonna work, General?" he asked, pouring two cups of instant powderized crud and handing Dan one.
"How the hell do I know?" Dan said. "You read it out. You've been with me. I tried to saw off girls on you and booze and neither worked. I'm worried about my wife. If you see any soft spots, lay it on the table."
"No it looks good. I could have used some of that prime pussy from Bounce E. Bunny.
You'll pay them for nothing, and that's too bad!"
"Fuck it!" Dan said, finishing his coffee. "It's all laid on. Let's go get the job done. Who's the wheelman! He'd better be good, to make a getaway, even with a red light and siren and ambulance going for him."
"Me, General! Me!" Sam said, thrusting a thick thumb at his hairy chest. "They bring the bread out to the street in that body basket, and I take it way far off. Far fuckin' out!"
"You've conned them," Dan said quietly. "You've conned them all."
"I'm sweet and lovable." He grinned and said, "You make one more phone check, see that everything you arranged is set up. I listen."
Amazed at the man's audacity, Dan used the phone.
* * *
"Hey you cunt! There's no water in this place! Not enough for coffee!" a voice roared through the locked door. "What the fuck's wrong with this pad!"
"It's working," Karen said as she slid away from Bonnie in the big bed.
Bonnie went to the door of the apartment and cracked it open and listened to the man's complaint. She said, "Look in the cabinet by the sink. There's bottled water. Where's my husband?"
"Beats shit outa me, honey," he said, grinning lewdly at her nearly-naked body. "Off someplace with the Sarge."
"If you want water, I'll have to start the pump," she said with obvious disgust. "That's the old fire truck. If you keep us cooped up here, you can go dry!"
"Hey, nobody's keepin' you penned up! Come on out anytime," the leering hoodlum said. "Just so you don't wear any clothes except shoes." Somewhere below, a phone buzzed, and Bonnie recognized the signal of the silent line. In a moment, a voice called up for her. Naked but proud, not willing to show them what she really felt, the slender blonde descended the staircase, her head high, her firm young breasts jiggling with each step, to take the phone and say, "Yes?"
"Noon," Dan said, and there was a click and then buzzing on the line.
A half dozen of them leered at her as she strode through the house. She stared through them as she returned to the upper apartment and Karen. She waited for the screams of discontent from below. The bottle she had directed them to was mineral water, with a strong sulphur taste. In a minute, there was pounding on the door, and the men were demanding fresh water.
"I told you it has to be pumped," she said curtly. And I am not going alone."
"You're goin' with no clothes, honey," a voice said.
"There's still one phone line," she whispered to Karen. "Can you keep them busy! I know how to pull the plug!"
"Honey, it's done," Karen said as she tugged the thigh-length boots on. She drew Bonnie to her and kissed her lingeringly, then sighed, "That was just in case this doesn't work. If something goes wrong with that old water cannon . . . but I don't think so . . . my daddy was a good fireman, and they used to let us play with the engines at the firehouse. If it works, I can figure out how to use it!"
"I hate to put you through this," Bonnie whispered.
"Shut up and let's teach these bastards a lesson!" Karen retorted.
They went down the stairway and through the halls, the men leering at their naked bodies. As Bonnie went ahead, to pull the master switch for the one remaining phone, Karen stopped boldly before the biggest of the hoodlums, grinding her hips. She spat at his feet.
"You showed me nothing!" she said in a voice of controlled scorn. "I don't think you can even get it up!" Without seeming to glance down, she quickly zipped his fly open and pulled out his penis. She pumped it in her hand and looked at him and said, "In one minute you'll be cumming in my hand! It's guys who cum like you do who make lesbians. A woman wants something she can enjoy! Now you stand there and let me prove I'm right!"
Pressing her lush young body against him, she began to jerk his rapidly growing penis with her deft fingers. She tried to forget how many times she had done this in desperation in the past, to avoid rape. She believed she was very good with her fingers. In less than half a minute, Karen knew she was right. As the others laughed, he grew hard. She felt him swelling and cumming, and at the last instant, pivoted to her right, away from him, and his white hot semen gushed onto the floor. She laughed and turned away.
Karen knew the only thing which would keep her alive now was the punk's fear of what would happen to him if he fucked up. Sammy would kill him. Swinging her ass tauntingly, pausing only to wipe her hands after she had left the idiot, she went to the wing where the unlikely fire truck waited. Instantly, she recognized it. Bonnie was already in the driver's seat. Quickly, Karen ran around to the far side and checked the position of the heavy brass valve handles.
"Head for town!" Karen cried, as she swung smoothly onto the rear step, long legs scissoring over hoses and smacking her taut ass down on the small water engineer's seat. She found the pedals with her feet and pumped the water cannon around as the ancient truck began to chug away. She knew where the valves were. "Don't stop!"
Jerking the big handle, she unleashed bullets of water at the door of the house. The shots hit the door just as the men began to run for a big car in the drive. Like a sniper, she knocked them down. With more than a ton of hydraulic pressure behind it, the jet was deadlier than a machine gun. She had seen an identical fire engine eat through a six-inch granite wall in less than two minutes. Karen grinned, laughing, feeling an erotic excitement she had never known before. She was killing men with a water pistol! Men who had brutalized her and hurt Bonnie.
"Fuck off, you miserable bastards!" she cried out.
The road curved away, down a steep hill. Bonnie was handling the antique truck well, but there was a gate. She braked, jumped out, got it open. As Bonnie climbed back to the high driver's seat, Karen saw an electric transformer on a post. She hit it with water, two long, hard bursts, and it fell apart in a burst of blue sparks. Hung from the side ladders of the old Aarons-Fox were several fireman's slickers and hats. Scrambling from the water cannon over the top of the lunging old truck, Karen managed to grab two of the heavy garments and drape one over Bonnie.
"Two naked ladies driving a fire truck through the downtown streets of Reno could cause comment," she said, with an almost-impish grin. "How fast will this thing
"Twenty miles an hour."
"Shit? No shit! I better push! We're going to be late for the parade!! " Karen was taken down with an uncontrollable fit of laughing, and then said, when she could get her breath, "Sorry, honey . . . but you'd better turn on the red lights and damn siren!"
She found the cord which led to the big brass bell and began yanking it furiously, although nothing was moving on the winding road.
And suddenly both of them were laughing hilariously.
* * *
Sam Bushee had not really believed it could work as easily as Dan had laid it out. But there was the ambulance, and he had two men inside the casino, watching, with transceiver radios. He had instant communication. They came up with the wicker body basket and one of the men with it nodded that the money was inside. The red light on the roof was winking, and Dan Creeden was there also, vulnerable. Concealed by a towel on the seat beside him, Sammy had a machine pistol, with a round in the chamber and the safety off, in case Danny-boy tried to play dirty tricks at the last minute. He had three ways to escape on foot. But there were no problems. The money would have to be good, or Bonnie would die, along with the lesbian chick, and Danny-boy knew well. It was with confidence that he barely touched the siren and moved the specially-built Cadillac out into the traffic of Virginia Street. He would head first south, across the Truckee, toward the hospital, then swing it north, to Stead Airport. The chartered jet was waiting.
Sammy heard nothing from the transceiver, and the boys in the car with him were grinning, anticipating their cut of the take, whatever it might turn out to be. The police, sheriff and emergency bands on the regular radio were doing nothing but chatting in code numbers which he knew well.
"Where's the General?" he asked casually.
"He said he was going back to his place and wait for you to send word to turn the cunts loose," one of the men said.
"He is one reasonable man. I even like the son of a bitch," Sammy said, and concentrated on his driving. "A good loaf of bread!"
"Never saw so much damn money in my life!"
At the curve over the Truckee, there was a traffic jam. Somebody had a lot of old cars, and one of them had broken down. Some dum-dum motorcycle cop was trying to direct things around, in one lane, over the bridge. Sam had never seen so many ancient cars in his life, and he wondered how they kept going. Obviously, there was a breakdown somewhere along the line. He hit the siren button and the bike cop gestured that he'd have to take it up on the sidewalk if he wanted to get through. "Oh, shit!" he muttered, as, with red lights flashing and siren growling, he backed to the very edge of the bridge and looked for a way past the blockage of damn old cars.
Only at the final instant did he recognize the girl at the wheel of the old fire truck, and the one at the rear, furiously aiming a water cannon. He knew about water cannons, and tried to get out of the ambulance, which had somehow been blocked from moving to the rear by a beer truck.
Bonnie and Karen.'
How had they escaped? Dan had been with him, or with his trained men! But there they were, with a deadly weapon!
With an old soldier's swift appraisal of the terrain, he knew he was caught unless he could vanish in the piling-up traffic.
A fire truck.'. ' A fucking water cannon! Where the hell did the General manage to find a water cannon! How did he work this! The bastard!
The damn queer lesbian, Karen, was swinging the cannon around, and she looked like she knew where she was aiming it! How could she know something like that?
With a gleeful laugh, she stood up and shed her heavy fireman's coat, and, underneath it, was naked as a jaybird, except for the glistening leather boots.
"Up yours, you cocksucking prick!" she screamed, and pulled the big brass handle as she dropped back to the seat to grip the nozzle.
He tried to run, but the heavy stream of water, burning with ammonia, knocked him to the ground, then against the bridge fence. It kept coming into his face, blinding him, pummeling his eyes into his head, and he knew Dan Creeden had somehow won!
Or the two fucking, cocksucking cunts had won!
It didn't matter.
He was dead meat.
With his last awareness, his eyes burning blind with ammonia, Sam Bushee grabbed for the bridge railing, his hands scrabbling ripping his fingernails away. The water cannon hit him in the back then, snapping his vertebra like a matchstick. He opened his mouth to scream and received a ton of ammonia water right below his chin . . . and his neck was snapped just as effectively as if he had been dropped from the gallows.
When his body hit the Truckee River some 35 feet below, he was already dead . . .
* * *
With the traffic plugged so nothing moved, it had not been difficult for Dan to walk the few blocks to the river. He knew that whatever was going to happen would be over by the time he arrived anyway. He had pulled strings, but what he had done was all mechanical. Any old soldier could have done as much.
He realized how ineffective he had been. He had seen his wife humiliated, and a girl who was maybe a little mixed up absolutely brutalized, and he was, or had been, unable to help them in any way.
Yet they had improvised, helped him put something together, and now, hopefully, it was ended. They made a good team the two of them . . . the three of them. As he came to the bridge, he was intercepted by two tall young men in business suits. One showed U.S. Treasury, Secret Service, identification in a quick flash of his wallet. He spoke with respect.
"General Creeden, sir . . . the ladies are safe. It would help if the one with the water cannon would clothe herself. We don't have enough people to stop a riot."
"Karen get some damn clothes on!" Creeden shouted.
She looked up, waved and reached for the fireman's coat. The other hoods who had been in the ambulance were now lying widespread across the hood of the big vehicle, being searched. Karen, grinning like a winner, covered her naked body with a slicker.
"We'd like to take the ambulance, and contents," the proper young Secret Service man
"Of course," Dan replied. "And thanks for the cover."
"Our pleasure," the agent replied.
They went away, showing their credentials to the police, taking charge. Wearily, Dan walked down the bridge and stared down at the body, foam washing around it as the river tried to dislodge it from the bridge leg . . . the body of a man who had once been a good soldier. A arrogant, grabbing man, but one with guts to the end.
The police were clearing traffic. He went to the old fire engine, where the two girls were waiting. He kissed each of them briefly and mumbled, "I'm sorry you had to go through this!"
He kicked the gas pedal, and the idling engine came to life. Six huge cylinders, built to turn over forever, unmuffled, roaring.
The red machine with the great brass-glistening surge chamber on the front moved down Virginia Street. He turned with no apparent sense of direction. In the seat beside him, Bonnie sighed.
Behind them, Karen lay on the hose rack, not understanding anything but that it had all worked, and finally she spoke:
"Where are we going?"
"We go to pray for the man who died," Bonnie said, just loud enough to be heard over the throaty sound of the big engine of the old fire truck.
"I killed him with the water cannon," Karen said. "I guess I should pray hardest."
* * *
It was almost dark when they returned to the big house. The people from the casino were told to fix whatever was wrong, and the wires were all connected and everything was working, even the color television.
Dan Creeden put the ancient fire truck away and went up to the immense bedroom with the round bed and found the two beautiful women in it. The covers were pulled down, thrown on the thick carpeting, and the two, his precious Bonnie and the lesbian Karen, were locked in a tight, deep embrace.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" he asked as he looked down at them.
Bonnie shifted herself into the full Lotus position. Her head lowered until it almost touched her jutting young breasts and she spoke in almost a whisper.
"My husband, . . . we love you. We love each other."
Quickly analyzing, he said, "Bonnie, are you saying you want the three of us to live together?"
"Our lives are entwined. We must share each other. Or have nothing" she replied softly.
He pulled them far apart on the big bed, thrusting Bonnie to one side, grabbing and holding Karen hard.
"You know she's. . . strange" he said, nodding his head toward his wife. "I think she's a witch."
"She had a lot of guts," Karen responded.
"If I lived with both of you, I'd have to fuck both of you," he said, deliberately making his voice cruel.
"You've seen worse than that happen to me," Karen said. She pushed him down on the bed and crawled over him, taking his penis in her hand, stroking it lovingly until it was hard, like a well-carved piece of iron wood. She undulated her beautiful, taut-muscled body over his loins and guided it to the lips of her wetly flowering cunt. With a great sigh, she sank down on it, opening her body to him offering herself instantly impaling herself to the hilt. She fell on top of him, the soft warmth of her breasts against his hard-muscled chest. She gasped as the length of his hotly throbbing penis penetrated her vagina, then crooning happily, began to rock back and forth over him, her cunt gripping him tightly. He could see Bonnie not an arm's length away, watching, her eyes wide and deep, approving. Karen began to fuck harder and harder and he could feel the sweetness begin to flow from her tight little hairless cunt, and she began to moan, "Ooooooooh . . . ooooo . . .
Uuuugh . . . " She strained and he felt her cuntal muscles milking his turgid cock, so hot and wet! She cried out, "Bonnie, give him your cunt!! ! "
The naked blonde immediately swung over them, bringing her warmly perfumed pussy down over Dan's mouth, and she felt his tongue urgently spearing up into her hungering vaginal passage. She began to cum almost instantly! She ground the soft eager lips of her pussy onto his greedily sucking mouth as he licked and speared her innermost flesh with his tongue and his fingers spread her ass-cheeks wide. She could hear the wet sluicing sounds of his wonderfully thick cock ramming into Karen's cunt, and she looked down to her own lewdly-spread thighs to see his mouth working ecstatically on her and feel the moist suction of her lips bringing wave after wave of delirious pleasure to her vagina.
And then she felt other hands on her nakedly churning buttocks, maneuvering her, holding her tight. In a mirror, she saw Karen's beautiful face plunge between her lewdly-spread ass-cheeks and felt the smooth heated flickering of the dark-haired girl's tongue slide far up inside her belly and probe, while her soft lips closed over the clenching oval of her wildly puckering anus.
Unbelievably aroused, she writhed around and saw the thick pole of Dan's long thick cock ramming in and out of Karen's wetly clasping pussy. Karen was dripping wet already!
"Aaaaaaah . . . Aaaaaugh . . . Ooooooh! Yes, Yesssssss! Yessssssss!! ! ! " Bonnie cried with the tongue in her backside and Dan's tongue in her cunt. She couldn't help the fury with which her naked young body responded. She kept orgasming until she fainted, and Dan had to lift her limp body off his face.
He gently rolled her to the side and realized he was still hot and hard and long in Karen's wetly quivering cunt.
He rolled her onto her back and fucked her until screams of ecstasy told him she had reached the final peak and he felt the hot wetness of her cum flow from her tight little pussy as she hugged him in a death grip.
"I think we'll be all right," she whispered. She reached away to draw the softly-moaning Bonnie to them. "The three of us."
And Dan Creeden, with his fine-honed gambler's instincts, knew she was right. They would be all right. . . the three of them!
