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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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WATERMELON MOON
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Chapter Five
Dick and Willette stood inside the dark hotel room. Another night,
another hotel. They held each other close.
"You saved me again, Dickie," Willette breathed.
"No, you saved me this time," Dick said. "I was just the driver."
"Lucky shooting," Willette said.
"Maybe," Dick said. "But there was no way I could have both driven
the car and shot a gun at the car behind me at the same time." Dick lifted
Willette's chin with his fingers. He looked deep into her eyes. "Willette,"
Dick whispered. "I want you to stay with me...always."
"Oh, Dickie," Willette cried. She buried her head in his chest and
began to weep.
"Come," Dick said, drawing her back slightly to gaze at her more
fully. "Let's get those pee stained clothes of yours off you. You've been
that way for several hours now. I'm going to draw a bath for you and cater
to your every whim. And I don't ask anything from you in return. I don't
deserve it."
"Oh, Dickie," was all Willette could say. Her large eyes looked up at
him and her lips parted. Dick could restrain himself no more. He crushed
Willette to him and kissed her fiercely.
Finally, what seemed like hours later, they drifted apart from their
embrace. For many minutes after that they just stood, lightly holding one
another, staring.
"I do need a bath, Dickie," Willette said finally.
"Yes, princess," Dick breathed.
"From brat to princess in one day," Willette smirked. "Not bad for a
child."
"Not bad for a woman, either," Dick said. "I'll never call you a child
again, I promise you."
"Well, little boy, I just hope you've been practicing as much
abstinence as you say you have. Because I may require you to do a little
more for me than just draw my bath," Willette said.
She watched as Dick strode into the bathroom and turned on the
water in the tub. "Dickie," Willette called. "Let me rinse off under the
shower first. Then I'll have a nice long soak in the tub." She began
stripping off her clothes as she walked into the bathroom to join him. A
moment later and she stood naked before him. "Don't think you're going to
get away with staying dressed, Dickie dear," Willette said. "This is the
bathroom, after all." With that injunction Willette stepped daintily into
the tub. She smiled at Dick, then drew the shower curtain closed. She
vaunted the flowing water up through the shower head by pulling on a knob
above the bathtub faucet. A moment later Willette gave a little squeal as
hot water squirted down on her head.
Willette relished the feel of the water running down her body. It hit
her in the face, it ran down her arms, it showered her flat belly. She
lifted her breasts and offered them to the shower head. Little pin pricks
of water beat down upon her areolas, arousing them. Willette savored the
feeling a moment and then dropped her hands from her breasts. They had
all the time in the world to be aroused, and it was Dickie she wanted for
that task. Nonetheless, her nipples, having risen, remained erect. She was
alone with the man she loved, and she was about to see him naked for the
first time. She drew in her breath and slid back the shower curtain. Aram
stood before her.
"Well, well, my little pretty," Aram grinned. His evil eyes drank in
Willette's beauty. Between two massive weightlifters stood a restrained
Dick. His pants and underwear were at his ankles. One of the
weightlifters held a knife to his scrotum.
"Please," Willette gasped. She put her hands to her face. She wanted
desperately to scream. Even more than that, she wanted to faint. But if
Dick had ever needed her, it was now. She must maintain her sanity at all
costs, despite all she had already been through.
"Yes, your skeleton will make a fine addition to my collection," Aram
hissed at Willette. "After, of course, your slow death makes a fine
addition to my collection of VHS tapes." Aram threw his head back and
laughed.
Willette could do nothing but stand very still as Aram bound a
blindfold about her eyes. Then, like some perverted gentleman, he took her
hand in his own and helped her step out of the bathtub. Then Willette's
hands were bound behind her.
The next thing Willette knew she was being forced to step into a
cloth laundry bag. It was drawn up over her body and knotted shut above
her head, leaving just a small opening for air. One of the weightlifters
then hoisted her up and over his shoulder. A moment later she was being
carried down the hotel hallway. Then she heard a heavy door being opened,
and she was carried down steps. After that she apparently was taken
outside. Then she was dropped into the trunk of a car. She heard the trunk
slam shut.
"Dickie?" Willette called out in the dark. There was no answer. She
felt the car's engine start. It rumbled in her ears. For all Willette's
trauma, the worst thing of all for her was not knowing the whereabouts of
Dick.
Some time later Willette found herself in a dank cellar with two
other people. She was still naked, and her bare buttocks nearly froze as
she sat on the cold stone floor of the cellar. Of her two companions, one
was a female, and one a male. The male was very handsome, like Dick.
The woman was striking in her beauty. She wore light spring clothing, but
her clothes were dirty and torn. There were several red marks on her
chest, just above her breasts. The man had a bruise on his cheek where he
had been punched.
"Did they rape you?" the woman whispered to Willette.
"No, not yet," Willette said, her eyes wide. "They just caught me in
the shower, without any clothes on."
"They tried to rape me," the woman said. "But Aram stopped them.
Not that the bastard had any noble intent. He insisted they leave me in as
good a condition as possible for his upcoming snuff film. He spoke of my
having a co-star. I guess that's you."
"I guess so," Willette whispered.
"You're surprisingly unconcerned about your fate," the man piped up.
He seemed very tired. When Willette looked closer at him she noticed his
face wasn't the only part of his body that sported a bruise.
"I don't care about me," Willette hissed. "It's my boyfriend I'm
worried about...Dick. Real name, Genesserat Al-Hatam El Sabah."
"Never heard of him," the man said. "I'm Bob. Bob Shoals. This is my
wife, Lori." Bob's head fell forward as he finished his sentence. His chin
banged against his chest.
"I'm Willette," Willette said. "How did you two get here?"
"I'm a cop in New Jersey," Bob said, lifting his head with great
effort. His speech was slurred. "I do investigative work." His voice
dropped to a barely audible whisper. "Local bullshit." His head fell back
down to his chest, then rose again, but only slightly. "Last week I was
handed something on some group called the New World Order. Told to look
into it. Today I'm here. With my wife."
"Don't blame yourself, dear," Lori said consolingly. Her own face
appeared strained with anxiety.
"I'm very, very worried about my Dickie," Willette said.
"Huh?" Bob asked. His head lifted just enough to gaze at her torso.
"No offense, lady, but you don't have anything to worry about there." He
looked meaningfully at her pubic hair.
"No! Not that!" Willette said. She wished she could cover her pussy
but her wrists were still bound behind her, as were the wrists of Bob and
Lori. "Dick, you know, Genesserat Al-Hatam El Sabah. I call him Dickie."
"Oh," Bob said. He appeared too beaten to be interested in little more
than himself and his wife. Bob's head lolled to one side and his mouth fell
open. A shiver went down Willette's spine. She fought to restrain her
tears.
"Well, if it isn't my dear friend Genesserat Al-Hatam El Sabah,"
Aram was saying at that very moment in another part of the dwelling.
Dick was doubled over an old fashioned iron heater. His wrists and ankles
were bound to its legs. His penis pressed up against the heater, limp with
fear, dreading the moment when Aram would order the heater turned on.
His back was covered with red weals from a whipping. At his rear end
stood a woman in black leather, a gigantic dildo strapped to her crotch.
The dildo glistened with a coating of Vaseline. It was no ordinary dildo.
It had a head of wrought iron that tapered to a fine point. Her sharp nails
skittered over Dick's buttocks, waiting impatiently for the command to
impale him.
"You killed my wife, Aram," Dick said.
"There is always a price to pay when one leaves the party," Aram
said.
"I told you I was through, I wanted out, Aram," Dick said. "What we
were doing was wrong. You know that."
"Once a member, always a member, or a dead man," Aram said
quietly. There was an air of glee to his voice.
"Aram, I'd been out of your Goddam party for ten years when you
killed my wife," Dick said. "We were just kids. Just foolish kids. I grew
up. You haven't."
"Perhaps my name should be Peter," Aram mused. "Peter Pan. Or
maybe just Pan." His face grew stern. "You have incurred my inexplicable
wrath, Dickie." Aram broke into an uncontrollable chortle. "Tomorrow
you'll still have the name, but not the dickie." He laughed again. Then he
grew stern once more. "You took what you knew about the party and used
it against me, Genesserat."
"I stayed the fuck away from you, Aram!" Dick shouted. "I moved out
of Beirut. To Lebanon. I knew very little about you by the time you came
for my wife."
"Yes, well, I needed a fine lady for my VHS collection," Aram said.
"You had a debt to pay, and you had a fine lady. Once I took her I considered
your debt paid in full. Except for your life, of course, which I was willing
to let you keep...for awhile."
"Fuck you!" Dick spit at Aram's feet. He felt the sharp point of the
iron tipped dildo touch his anus. The bitch behind him was eager. She
sensed opportunity. Aram lifted his hand.
"Not yet, Melinda, I require a few more minutes of coherent
conversation from Genesserat," Aram said. The woman drew back. One
false move and she could be over the heater as well. Aram was not a
forgiving man, even of trifles.
"You were never willing to leave me my life, Aram," Dick said. He
spit again. Once more he missed Aram's feet. Aram brought his knee up
suddenly and struck Dick in the teeth. His mouth began to bleed.
"Even your spittle cannot be used as a weapon against Aram," Aram
said to Dick. "Next you will no doubt fling your blood at me."
Dick ran his tongue along his teeth. They still felt tight. He thanked
himself for daily flossing. Aram had never had much in the way of
physical strength. Dick was no Hercules, yet he knew if he were free, even
with one arm tied behind his back, he could take Aram in a second.
"Turn on the heater," Aram commanded a nearby bodyguard. "Dickie
says he wants a hot dog."
"Aram, you suck," Dick said.
"My, my, learning American insults, are we?" Aram gloated.
"Aram," Dick said, "Our relationship was severed, in my eyes. I was
a simple Jordanian, living with my young wife. What filthy perversities
you chose to engage yourself in were none of my business. Then you, in
your infinite stupidity, decided to change all that. By Allah our God, I
swear that you will pay for what you did to my wife...and to Willette."
Several of the guards laughed.
"Enjoy your hotdog," Aram said. He turned and walked away.
"Now, sir?" the woman at Dick's back called. Aram gave a wave of
his hand. He kept walking. "First things first, my dear. I will send word
when I'm ready to film Dick's anal impalement." Aram's footsteps echoed
down the hall and he was gone.
Willette was talking furtively with Lori when they heard footfalls
on the cellar stairs. A moment later both women gasped. Bob lifted his
head slightly, but then it fell back down onto his chest. Aram stood before
the two women.
"Ahhh, Dick's little squeeze," Aram breathed. One machine gun toting
guard accompanied him. In his hand Aram held a large bolo knife. He
walked up to Willette. Briefly he turned his face toward Lori. "Give my
regards to your husband," Aram smiled.
"He's hurt, you bastard!" Lori cried. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Oh, noo," Aram smiled. "He's in fine shape. Compared, that is, to the
shape he'll be in as soon as we're finished upstairs with Dick." Aram's
gaze shifted back to Willette. She was kneeling naked on the floor now, no
longer just sitting. Aram unzipped himself. He drew forth his penis. It
was thin and small. "I've been saving something for you, my little dear,"
Aram hissed at Willette. "A gift. Of gold." A thin stream of pee shot
forth from his penis. It hit Willette square in the face. The girl flinched,
but nothing more. Against her will she kept her eyes open. Her gaze
remained fixed on Aram as he directed his pee over her lips and down her
neck. His rain of gold finished with a shower on her breasts. Aram
seemed angry that Willette had not reacted more fearfully. It was then
that Willette attacked him with the only weapon she had. Her teeth.
"Aughgh! My penis!" Aram cried. His bolo knife clattered to the floor.
At the same instant Lori kicked her foot up, hitting the weightlifter guard
in the only point on his body where he was vulnerable. The guard doubled
over, still holding his gun in one hand, his other hand swinging down
swiftly to his crotch. Lori threw herself into the legs of the guard.
Angrily he raised a foot to stomp on her with his boot. The hand that held
his gun was nowhere near the trigger.
Lori fired both her knees up between the guard's legs. The man was
holding his injured penis with one of his hands, but the undersides of his
balls were uninjured and vulnerable. Lori struck his balls squarely with
her knees. The guard tumbled backward with a moan of pain. His machine
gun clattered to the floor even as he himself struck the cold stone with
his back.
With her nimble toes Lori grasped the machine gun. She swung it
around to face the guard. He began to sit up on the floor, his groans
turning to a growl of rage. Lori stuck one of her toes against the trigger
of the machine gun. A burst of bullets shot out of the gun. They hit the
guard right between his legs. The guard gave a howl as blood spurted from
his loins. He fell backward once more and lay still.
Lori swung the gun around to face Aram. He was rolling on the floor,
wailing, his hands at his crotch. His hands were covered with blood.
Willette sat nearby, oblivious to Aram's pain. There was blood on her
mouth. Willette had used her toes to slip the blade of Aram's bolo knife
into a crack between two stones on the floor. The sharp edge of the blade
gleamed at the ceiling, while the dull edge of the blade was buried in the
crack between the stones. The blade was at an angle, its handle being too
big to fit between the stones. Willette worked diligently to saw through
her bonds by rubbing them against the sharp edge of the blade. Her bare
breasts wiggled as she worked.
Lori trained the machine gun on Aram. She tugged at the gun's
trigger with one of her toes. The gun's firing mechanism clicked
uselessly. It was either jammed, or out of ammunition. "Damn!" Lori
swore.
Willette set her jaw and tugged on her bonds. Suddenly her wrists
broke apart. "I'm free!" Willette cried. She jumped up. Then she bent down
and picked up the bolo knife. Immediately she ran to Lori and set to work
on the woman's bonds.
"Hurry!" Lori hissed. People could be heard upstairs, running. The
two girls heard the cellar door open. Suddenly Lori's hands were free. She
leapt up and grabbed her husband. Willette strode over to Aram. He still
lay on the floor. He gazed up at her with eyes of fear. Willette raised her
bolo knife with both hands.
"No!" Lori shouted. "Grab him! They've got Dick! We need Aram!" It
took Willette a moment to realize what Lori was up to. Then she
understood. Aram would be a hostage. Willette bent close to Aram's face.
"Move it!" Willette barked. She grabbed Aram by his puny upper arm
and put her bolo knife to his neck. Trembling, Aram got to his knees.
Lori picked up the machine gun and then threw it to the floor.
Suddenly it fired, its bullets nearly hitting Willette and Aram. Willette
jumped. She turned to look at Lori.
"Sorry about that," Lori called. Lori hefted the gun. As the first of
the guards rounded the base of the stairs Willette crossed her fingers as
Lori aimed the heavy gun. Lori pulled its trigger. A blast of bullets took
out the guard. "We have Aram!" Lori shouted. "Get your asses back or
Aram is dead!" No further guards leapt from the base of the stairway.
Her husband hobbling beside her, Lori walked over to the base of the
stairs. Willette walked beside her. In front of them walked Aram.
Willette's knife was at the seat of his pants. In fact, Willette had pushed
the tip of her knife through the seat of Aram's pants and into the crevice
of his behind. One misstep on his or Willette's part and Aram would never
complain of constipation again.
The girls rounded the base of the cellar stairs and looked up. The
entire stairway was jammed with huge, muscular guards. Each one held a
machine gun. "Don't, don't let them hurt me!" Aram wept to his guards.
Lori ordered the guards to slowly retreat up the stairs. She and Willette
followed, with Bob and Aram.
When the girls reached the top of the stairs there was a long hall.
Dick called out to them. The girls ordered the guards to untie Dick and
bring him to them. Aram pleaded with the guards to obey the girls. A
moment later and Dick was brought forward. The girls gasped at the whip
marks on his back, but otherwise he was unharmed.
"We'll back out slowly," Lori announced, addressing both her cohorts
and Aram's men. "You'll bring three top notch vehicles around, and we'll
choose one. Then we'll all get in...with Aram."
"No way!" A guard barked. "You leave Aram here. Right here." Their
guns remained trained on the girls.
"Just do as they say," Aram wailed to the guard.
"Shut up!" Aram's guard barked back at him. "Do you think we care
that much about you? We only fear Hatam now, and what he will do to us
if you die."
"You'll pay for that remark," Aram snarled, then seized up as the pain
from his ruined crotch overwhelmed his senses once more.
Willette's mind raced. If their hostage wasn't worth too much, they
could die very fast. "We'll dump Aram out five miles from here," Willette
blurted. "Then he's all yours. As for us, if you can catch us, we'll be all
yours too." Lori voiced no objection to Willette's proposal. The guard
grunted his compliance.
The girls backed down the hall as fast as they could. Their lone gun
remained trained on Aram's back, the guards' guns remained trained on
them. The girls and their cohorts reached the end of the hall. Willette
jumped out the door first, waving her bolo knife, then realized if any guard
had wanted to kill her he probably could have.
Three black limousines stood waiting, engines running. Lori chose
the middle car and told Willette to get in it and put her knife right to
Aram's throat. Lori obeyed. Dick pushed Bob into the back seat of the limo
and then got behind the wheel. Lori walked around the other two limos and
shot their wheels out. Then she climbed in the back seat with her
husband, and put the barrel of her gun to Aram's head.
"Hit it," Lori hissed to Dick. "Before they change their minds." As
the limo peeled away from the building Willette glanced into her rearview
mirror. Two jeeps and what looked like a civilian armored personnel
carrier suddenly came whipping around the building where they had been
prisoners. The three new vehicles stopped right on either side of the two
disabled limos and waited. Five miles. That's all the lead time they would
get.
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