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The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
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Uncle Gaston And Niece
[continued]
Chapter 17
Madeleine pressed her thigh up against his crotch, bringing his
cock to a hurting hardness once more. Shannon grunted, feeling
the wetness from its seminal weeping at the tip of the turgid,
rubbery head.
"Oh, my Shannon, cheri ... you make me so happy ... I-I want
to know every inch of you," she whispered, running her fingers
through his hair, her breath warm and sweet in his face. He still
lay atop of her and she kissed him, darting her tongue up into his
mouth again as he moved his hands down beneath her to the
smoothness of her buttocks, cradling the soft round spheres in his
palms and splayed fingers. She clung tightly to him, then ran her
hands exploringly down over his lean hard flesh, pale from his
long incarceration, searching eagerly into the private hollows of
him. Her head swam with the thrilling delight of the moment, with
the anticipation of her fulfillment to come. Dear God, how she
needed him ... how she was always going to need him ... how she
would love him forever and ever and ever ...!
His cock pressed almost savagely against her thighs, its
generous head splitting the narrow, hair-lined slit of her cunt-
lips as it lay poised and ready, as if it might plunge into her
again at any unknown second. The thought induced her to lift her
hips suddenly, raising both of them while she moved her arms
around beneath her buttocks and with the fingertips of both hands,
spread her soft, fleshy vaginal lips more open to him, offering an
even greater tensing contact for his prick with her moist,
sensitive cuntal flesh. Then she dropped back onto the bed, his
throbbing rod caught tightly between her thighs.
Shannon's own brain began to swirl once more with the erotic
pleasures of her inviting body. Christ, he'd forgotten it could
be like this ... that a man could completely lose all sense of
perspective once he lay caught between a lovely woman's legs ...
and this was the most enticing creature he had ever known ... but
he wasn't going to kid himself ... she was no amateur ... no
dainty godamned little flustered wife who had suddenly lost her
husband to the law and was waiting patiently on the shelf for his
return ... This delightful, breathtaking bitch had somehow become
a seasoned whore in unsuspecting Tony's absence, and he, Shannon,
intended to take full advantage of her talents, as well as her
bank-balance ... and on top of that he was going to make her love
it.
He trailed his hands over the soft curves of her naked body
and she began a slow, rhythmic undulation with her hips; he could
feel the long smooth muscles and cords beneath the sun-tinted
flesh ripple lightly, indicating a hidden, unexpected strength he
had not noticed before. In his mind he could feel the soft but
powerful sinews of her thighs gripping at his back again when he
buried his cock into her.
She whined, cat-like, and mashed her lips against his,
writhing her smooth flat belly tight up to him, her long nails
raking the flesh of his back as he drew her naked loins up tighter
to him. He tasted the delicious sweetness of her desire-heated
mouth as he moved up and down slowly, the insinuated full-length
of his hardness massaging her widespread cuntal slit that was
wrapped so warmly and wetly around his shaft, and growing more wet
with every passing second; he felt her firm, full buttocks tauten
and relax in his hands as she began a more frantic rotation up
against his loins, until at last, her legs shot out wide to the
left and right of his naked, grinding body, her calves returning
to encircle and press against the backs of his thighs in an effort
to pull and lock him tighter into her.
"Oooohhh ... now, Cheri ... now! Fuck me ... please ... fuck
me before I go mad!" she groaned against his lips, her panting
breath hot in his face, her hand darting down between them to
grasp his throbbing prick and guide it further into her between
the fleshy, hair-fringed lips of her moist, quivering cunt.
Shannon grunted loudly at her touch, unable to hold himself
back any longer, and with a decisive movement of his hips, drove
his pulsating shaft with a flesh-resounding smack deep into the
grasping hot mouth of her wanting pussy.
"Oooohhhh," she whimpered pleasurably under him, while the
amazing tightness of her moist velvety passage walls sheathed his
sensitive, steel-hard spear of flesh with a skilled muscle control
that raised another guttural grunt of delight from deep in his
throat.
He thrust viciously, sending his long, aching cock up into
her warm tight cunt with hellish force, driving and pounding, the
flow of her lubrication fluids mixed with his own sperm from
before, easing the way with each plunge, until at last the blood-
inflated head of his heavy rod struck bottom and his balls slapped
hard between the smooth rounded cheeks of her desperately
clenching ass.
Madeleine wailed with the pain-pleasure and writhed in a
moment of brief agony beneath him as the bloated head of his cock
rammed and pummeled the depths of her secret womanhood, but her
cry of torment only incited him to greater lust and he drove
harder, grinding his pelvis solidly into her soft loins, flexing
the head at the apex of his thrust to raise a further groan of
masochistically desired pain from her, then, he paused momentarily
to allow his own ache from his vicious entry to deplete itself.
Little purling sounds of servitude continued to tumble from
her lips as she lay beneath him completely subjugated to his
meagerest whim, entirely impaled by his lust-famished, heavy cock
probing the very intricate depths of her warm soft belly, and a
never before feeling of sadistic power came over him, causing him
to tormentingly flex the hot, blood-engorged head again and again,
raising a series of gurgling moans from between her erotically
delighted, gnashing teeth.
She labored tautly up against him and he ground harder into
the hot, moist flesh, feeling her arch her crotch needfully up to
him, lifting both of their bodies from the bed while she whimpered
incessantly and he began his thrusting cock-tempo once again. He
felt her strong legs tighten and release around him at his hips as
she started to work up and down his hardened stalk of flesh with
her clasping pussy, until they had established a mutual rhythm and
her head started to loll in an ungovernable pattern from side to
side, while her mouth opened and closed in delicious abandon.
"Oh, Mon Dieu! My handsome cheri ... You're magnificent ...!
I love you! Don't ever leave me ... promise you'll never leave me
... Oh, mon Cher ... it's such a beautiful cock ... I must have it
with me always to fill my cunt like it is right now. Oh God ...
Cheri, tonight I'll suck and kiss it until dawn ... Oui ... Oui!
Ooohhhh, mon cher, do more! Do more! Hurt me! Make me your
woman ... your slave ... Put your finger in my ass! Please ...
please ... hurry! Oui, hurt me, my lover!" she begged like a wild
bitch in heat in the uncontrolled throes of her ecstatic trance.
Her plea set off a near maddening current of sensation within
him, fostering a new tremor of licentious lust to race furiously
to his cock, his brain, and his groping hands. He searched in
under her and found the wide-spread crevice between her rounded
buttocks while he pounded his ever-growing prick into the soft
wetness of her seething cunt. He sought her tiny, hairless anus
with his middle finger, trailing along the velvety smoothness of
the undulating furrow, finding it without difficulty ... and
finding it wet from a thin rivulet of warm seepage that had
dribbled down from where his cock pleasurably sawed into her. She
shivered in carnal delight as he taunted the puckered little hole,
lubricating the tiny orifice with the balled pad of his index
finger before teasing and probing it with the firm tip. He sensed
her lovely ass press back onto the stiffened digit while he
pressed hard into it, surprised at first at its resistance ...
then, all of a sudden, it popped, its elastic ring of rubbery
flesh seeming to open like a small mouth to absorb and suck his
finger inside to the first knuckle joint. She lurched beneath
him, almost as if she were trying to escape the sudden invasion.
"Oh ... oooohhhh! Oui, oui! You hurt me so tenderly, mon
cher. Oui ... more ... more! Mon Dieu, my lover ...! Hurt me
... fuck me harder ... harder ... harder!"
Shannon was wild in his own building rapture. He'd never
before realized ... dreamed perhaps ... but never believed it
could happen to him ... that there actually lived such passionate,
passionate females ... His brain was a saturated, spongelike
component of lust. He thrust his imbedded finger further up into
her clasping asshole, as simultaneously he increased the stroke of
his pillaging cock into the warm, wet channel of her cunt, and
felt her soft smooth rectum walls the length of his long probing
finger to the palm of his hand, causing her to cry aloud with the
wanted, masochistic pleasure-pain that had unquestionably seized
all control of her soft, naked flesh.
She skewered her buttocks shamelessly back down onto the
distended finger, searching, thrusting, encircling the elastic
depths of her back channel, seeming to revel on its unnatural
presence as he rotated it unmercifully inside the warm, rubbery
cavern of her rectum, while at the same time, he could feel the
in-and-out thrusts of his heavy cock through the thin, fleshy
partition separating the two entrances of her passages ... feeling
his cock with his exploring, pummeling finger, and his finger
against the sensitivity of his pounding, aching prick.
Shit! It was too much! He was going to flip his fucking
mind if he didn't cum again soon!
He sought to establish a combination of finger and cock,
until he was fucking into her with furious unison in his effort to
bring her to climax, while she groaned and writhed unceasingly
beneath him. She spread her long white legs to the fullest in
order to give him the greatest access to this unnatural ravishment
of her sensitive sexual genitals, and all of a sudden, he sensed
his prick expanding more and more ... growing inside her to that
point where he was certain it would erupt like a boiling volcano
from the ever-increasing, needle-like pressure building
unbelievably in his already bloated balls that were smacking in
steady cadence down between her smooth grinding buttocks and
against his own probing hand with finger buried far in the secret
depths of her asshole.
Christ, he thought, he couldn't last much longer! She was
too much for his unpracticed staying-power. Damn ... he didn't
want to disappoint her; he needed her ... both her ass and her
money ... but his cock was ready to shatter with the load he was
going to blow through it! Hell, he couldn't hold it back, was all
... not much longer, and that was for damned certain! Christ ...!
He began slamming into her with longer, harder strokes as his
finger gouged her wide-stretched rectum wildly. She gripped him
tight over his back with her thighs, her face contorted in a wild
mask of animal lust and he hoped dazedly that she was getting
ready to cum. He just couldn't last another minute, that's all
there was to that! Christ ... Then, he heard her begin to moan
and whimper like an animal, little guttural sounds that were
coming from deep in her throat, and he felt her strong working
thighs opening and closing around him as she thrust upward onto
his cock and backward onto his finger to the tempo of his savage
ravaging of her loins.
"Ooooohhhh ... harder, Cheri. Fuck harder! Harderrrr!"
Madeleine coughed, then spewed forth a barrage of foul and obscene
words as she drove her heels high into the flesh of his back.
Abruptly, she drew up her legs, raising them up over his
shoulders, presenting him with the full, wide-spread plain of her
beautiful, upraised crotch. Her eyes, like her teeth, were locked
securely together, while her face twisted and strained as her
orgasm came onto her.
"Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! J'arrive! Oui! Oui! cherie ... I'm
cuuuummmiinnngggg!"
She whimpered, cried out, then actually screamed, pulling her
thighs back tighter until the whole of her hungrily sucking
vaginal slit was offered up to him to take as he wished. She
thrust her crotch ceilingward with bruising force, her mouth
falling open loosely, her nostrils flaring, wail after wail
escaping her as she screwed herself up onto his battering cock and
clung there while the hot, moist walls of her cunt milked
desperately at his prick like the mouth of a starving child.
Her uncontrollable ecstasy drove him on and he continued to
hammer into her as he felt the warm gushes of wet, sticky fluid
bathe his plundering cock, flooding his shaft and balls, and as
she jerked and lurched beneath him spasming wildly, the mouth and
lips of her channel drawing at him feverishly, her breath laboring
in short, deep gasps, Shannon sensed his own hot, wet sperm race
the length of his prick in stimulating rapture, wracking his lean
frame as it squirted from the top of his cock far, far up into her
soft quivering belly. It convulsed and spewed in never ending
bliss inside her and she ground her still hungrily nibbling pussy
possessively up tight against its buried depths.
"Oh, oui, oui, mon cher ... pump all of it into me! All of
it! It's mine ... mine ... mine! Your cream is mine!" she
mumbled, her thighs quaking, her belly trembling with the
unleashed pool of warm pleasure he was emptying into her. Until,
at last, he fell heavily relaxed on top of her and once more she
encircled him inside her caressing arms.
She sighed from deep in her breast, her legs falling limp,
shamelessly, while her heart pounded in her chest. Her body had
been fulfilled at last ... and Oh God, how fulfilled ...
"Cheri.... mon cheri," she whispered. "I love you ... You
believe me, eh?"
Shannon swallowed and gave off a long sigh of his own. "I
believe you, Baby."
"And we will be very happy ... I know ... won't we, Cheri.
"Very ... once we get all that money, we have to be happy,
Angel ... Money's the secret."
"And we will get my baby? My little Igat ...?"
"Of course, we'll get her," said Shannon, finally rolling off
her to the side, on his back. "You never signed any papers with
the Girardes, did you?"
Madeleine turned toward him and raised to one elbow, her
magnificent breasts brushing against him pendulously. "Papers?"
she repeated, then slowly shook her head. "There were never any
papers, cheri."
"Good," he said. "Then, there's no question. Igat is still
legally your child, and we'll get her when we're ready ... after
we take care of the Larreau business."
His confident words sent a thrill of elation soaring through
Madeleine. She clutched at his arm tightly. Dear God, they were
going to be so happy, just the three of them ... "Tell me, Cheri.
what do you want me to do? How can I help?"
Shannon smiled, then rolled toward her. He said: "Well now
... you just lay quiet, Baby, keep your legs open and I'll tell
you all about it ..."
Chapter 18
Annette Larreau could not definitely pinpoint the exact
moment in her twenty-two years when she first contemplated
suicide; it was as if the idea had been haphazardly floating
around in her brain as far back as she could remember, before all
of her father's mistresses, before "Cousin" Antoine had been sent
to prison and his Madeleine had disappeared, before the evil ogre
who had first her committed her mother to an institution for the
mental deficient when she was ten, even prior to the time when she
had come to understand that the name Larreau was synonymous with
every conceivable vice and evil imagined or otherwise, and that
her father was lord-governor of the domain.
All the same, she had never tried it, nor was it a mania or
fixation with her, any more than did she fall into morbid states
of depression or dwell on the subject when she was with the select
few people she called friends. The simple explanation was that
she had long ago decided she was a social freak and had always
been, that the sight of her name in the elite gossip columns
nauseated her, that she did not belong and in general, was not
wanted; but she was that novelty piece, the risque bit, the
notorious daughter of the nefarious Gaston Larreau, crime czar;
and her first and immediate appearance at any function always made
for a delightful raising of eyebrows and exciting under-the-breath
conversation. The entire picture of her whole life had been,
presently was, and would be as long as she existed, a waste, and
she had no desire to continue on with it further. It was that
simple; the time had finally come to put an end to things, but the
question was, how?
Being of the new, mod, non-violent generation, she abhorred
guns, knives and the like, and the mere thought of strangulation
by hanging one's self, or administering poison, even wrist-
slashing, seemed nothing short of crude, abominable methods. An
overdose of sleeping potions was probably the more practical and
less painful approach, however, a little item on the back page of
the Montreal Star had finally helped her to make up her mind. It
was a short and concise piece that told of a young man being found
in his apartment, dead from an overdose of heroin: thus, Annette
Larreau decided to become an addict first ... a corpse later, once
the novelty wore off.
There was one more issue of importance to be taken into
consideration she thought, as she drove her sporty red, Karmann-
Ghia south on Highway 9 from Quebec City where she had spent a
"square-peg" few days with old Laval schoolmates, and that was the
disposition of the sleek, noble beast seated erectly on the seat
beside her ... the future of her gallant and faithful Great Dane,
Sir Launcelot. He was devoted to her and she loved him with a
depth of feeling that went far beyond the shallow emotions
peculiar to the human animal; she loved him as no woman ever loved
even her lover, and the thought of leaving him behind to the
unmercy of the world raised tears each time it crossed her mind.
Yet, she had only to look into his great brown eyes to know that
she couldn't bring herself to take his life; still, neither could
she bear to leave him behind to some worse fate ... Dear God, she
did love him so ...!
He was the only meaningful thing her father had ever given
her, and she had raised him from a pup, raised, trained and taught
him that his entire existence was meant to fill the void in her
life. She had treated him as a human, never an animal, showering
her love upon him and demanding the same in return. Her Launcelot
had never known copulation with another dog for she had denied him
that, jealously so, but in place of a bitch dog she had given him
herself, patiently teaching and guiding him until she was certain
there was no human of the male specie who could begin to match his
magnificent love-making.
Dear God, she had only to think of their nightly intimate
moments to work herself into a sexual frenzy. If only people
could rise to the level of so-called dumb animals ... what a
different and wonderful world it would be, she thought. She
reached over and stroked his great head, smiled at him and he
whined back his response. Damn, for two cents she was tempted to
pull off on a side road to some secluded spot and let him lick her
between her legs to climax. That anticipating, wanting expression
was gleaming innocently in his great round eyes, and the mere
thought had pleasurably moistened the tight, hairlined slit
between her warm, itching thighs. She shifted in the seat and
felt her panties draw snugly up into the soft, vibrant crevice,
gently splaying the fleshy lips to tauten provocatively against
her suddenly aroused clitoris. Once more, she squirmed her
buttocks down into the leather of the cushion causing delightful
little sensations to tingle in her loins and belly. The giant
dog, with ears erect, watched her and whimpered longingly, his
brown eyes pleading, as if somehow he could, and had, read her
thoughts. His nose twitched also, as if the odor of the
excitement forming down between her legs had wafted over to him.
Annette laughed warmly, almost excitedly, again reaching over
to stroke his head. "Ah ... mon cher, but I'm afraid it will have
to keep, eh? Maybe later, sweetheart ... but for sure, tonight
..." Then, her smile changed to an expression of sadness. After
awhile, she said: "My gallant Launcelot ... what's to become of
us, you and me ...? We are all that either of us have in this
rotten world ... and in all humaneness I can't leave you behind
when I go ... nor can I take your life ... Mon Dieu ... I don't
know ... I don't know, Cheri."
Her abrupt solemn change of mood immediately dispelled her
prurient desires of a few moments before. She settled back in the
seat and drove with her eyes fixed on the road as she thought.
There was something almost sadistic in the method she had settled
on to bring things to an end for herself, plus the idea of
addicting her body to heroin, inasmuch as her own father filled
his coffers from the illicit traffic, amongst other evil things;
yet, at the same time, it sounded like a wild and crazy adventure.
She'd tried it and liked it, freaked-out on "speed" a few times
and forgotten her woes, but "smack" was going to be a brand new
trip, and getting the stuff should be simple. Armand Nicolet
would help her.
She smiled as she thought of sweet little Armand, son of
Canada Steel's first family, introvert, homo and addict. He'd
help her all right; they were buddies who occasionally cried on
one another's shoulder, understood each other's plight, had even
slept together to see if he could stand it heterosexually, but
with the exception of a bit of soixante-neuf it had fallen flat
for him. Still, they were friends each knowing and sharing the
other's problems, finding mutual consolation in their individual
ostracism from the established world. Tonight, she'd see Armand
and the few others she called friends ... tonight at Mother
Turtle's ... and that would be the beginning of the end ... but
first, she was going home and spit in her father's eye. That was
one more of the few remaining pleasures she still enjoyed on this
earth.
* * *
Gaston Larreau, when he stood, towered a maximum of five-
feet-seven-inches, a portion of this supplied by his one-hundred-
and-fifty dollar elevator shoes, but what he lacked in height he
made up in width, both in belly and shoulders, for he moved the
scale-hand beyond the two-hundred-seventy pound mark. He
possessed a glistening, naked pate and was deeply indebted
appearancewise to his tailors who made him appear meticulous of
dress. His nubbin head was round and set close between his
shoulders, leaving him neckless, while his round-face gave him a
pumpkinish look; his small grey, nearly colorless eyes were spaced
too-wide apart, just as his too-small ears clung tight to his
head. The aged scar left from an early razor wound ran the length
of his right cheek, ending at the corner of his mouth, making the
flesh there puffed and malformed until he smiled, and then one
noticed little else but the line of strong golden upper teeth.
At the moment, he was not smiling as he sat imperiously
behind the massive desk in his "ballroom" sized study, facing his
daughter who had walked in to inflict a bit of mental torture on
this man whom she despised with a passion.
"The hell you say!" he blurted in his native tongue. "The
Godamned hell you say girl. I won't stand for it, you hear? Not
one godamned minute will I stand for it ...!"
The idea had come to Annette not minutes before as she walked
into the house. It was so insane and bound to torment him that
she couldn't imagine why she hadn't thought of it before. Right
at the moment, she could hardly control her elation as she watched
the little ogre before her fume and rant, and even Launcelot at
her side momentarily bared his teeth and growled at the fat man's
sudden fury.
"I can't imagine what you're going to do about it, pere," she
said in English, knowing this, too, irked him. "I've made up my
mind ... I'm going to marry Armand Nicolet."
"Jesus Christ! You must be out of your rattled head!" the
czar bellowed. "You know what he is ...? Do you? That godamned
little queen! He's one of those, for Christ's sake ... He's a ...
a ... a ..."
"A homosexual, pere," Annette put in calmly. "Is that what
you were trying to say?"
Larreau gaped at her, his cheeks bloated, his eyes bugged.
"What the hell ... all right, yeah, that's part of it, and that
ought to be enough for you. He's a godamned queer! On top of
that, he's a ... a ... a ..."
"He's hooked, pere, eh?" she interrupted again. "Addicted
... and to heroin, right?" She lay her hand on Launcelot's massive
head to keep the animal from growling. "But then, that should
make you happy, mon pere, I mean, if it weren't for people like
Armand, how could you get along? Really, I think you're very
short-sighted ..."
"Godamn you, girl! Don't stand there and talk to me like
that, you hear? I won't put up with it!" Larreau raged, the scar
on his cheek a livid purple. Angrily, he struggled to his feet
and once more, Launcelot unleashed a fierce growl. The little fat
man stared at the great animal and swallowed tightly. "Damn it
... get that thing out of here. You know I don't like him, and he
doesn't like me any better. I warn you, if he ever tries to bite
me I'll put a bullet right through his skull ..."
Annette's own eyes narrowed viciously before he had hardly
gotten the words out of his mouth. "And I'll put one through
yours, damn you, if you ever try to lay a hand on him!" she spat
through her teeth.
Once more, the ugly little man gaped at his only child, but
this time in shocked disbelief. For a long moment, he didn't
speak, then finally, he said: "Ma chere ... what the devil is it
that's wrong between us? Mon Dieu! You're my daughter ... my
baby ... all I have in this world ..." He started to come around
his desk but stopped at Launcelot's guttural warning. Again, he
swallowed the lump from his throat. "Look, cherie ... all I want
is your happiness, eh? Whatever I have will someday be yours ...
all yours ... everything you see around you. My God ... why do
you treat me like this ...? I mean, if you want to marry, then go
find yourself a husband ... a man ... not some godamned fairy ..."
"A man, pere ...? Like Antoine, perhaps, one you might be
able to use as a scapegoat and send to prison in your place?"
"Damnit, that's a lie and you know it ...!"
"It's the truth, and I know it ... just as I know you had
Ginny Novak murdered by your hoodlums and drove Madeleine away in
fear because you were trying to get her to share your bed ... but
she was too good for the filthy likes of you, just as my mother
was too good ..."
"Shut up! You hear, you little bitch! Shut up before I lose
my temper entirely!"
Annette laughed. "Like you did those nights when I was only
ten and eleven and you sneaked into my bedroom, and I cried when
you put your rotten hands between my legs? You used to lose your
temper with me then, too, pere, remember?"
"You ... you ungrateful slut, you!" Larreau half-screamed,
his face pale, his colorless eyes near insane with rage. "I ought
to beat you within an inch of your life ..."
"And you would, if you dared, but you don't, do you, pere?"
Annette taunted him. "Because if you lay a hand on me you know
that my Launcelot would tear you to pieces." Again, she laughed
tormentingly as she gazed with a mocking sneer at the fat little
man who was her father. And then, she watched the tears puddle in
the almost fat-hidden sockets of his eyes, feeling nothing
herself.
"Pl-Please, my baby ... there's nothing in this world I
wouldn't do for you," he pleaded softly. "Please ... try to
forgive me ... I'm your father ..."
Annette stared at him in utter disgust. At last, she turned
away and started for the door.
"Annette ... Cherie ... wait ..." he called after her.
"Please ... tell me you didn't mean these terrible things you said
..."
She paused and faced him again. "But I did, mon pere ...
every word."
"Mon Dieu!" he gulped. "You couldn't ... it's impossible!
How ... how could you marry that ... that ...?"
"Cocksucker, pere," she finished, the faint trace of a smile
playing around her mouth. "And why not? Live and let live, I say
..."
"You don't know what you're saying!" he blurted. "You're
only trying to hurt me! Don't you suppose I know what you're
doing?"
"And does it hurt, pere?"
"You little fool! He's a dope fiend ... a drug addict! You
have any idea what that means? Damn it, girl, do you?"
"If I haven't, I'll learn," she spat at him.
"How? By prostituting yourself to pay for his fixes ...?"
A last time, Annette laughed at him before leaving the room.
She said: "To pay for our fixes, pere ... and keep you in the
luxurious style to which you're accustomed."
"Annette! Come back here! You hear me? Come back here
...!"
But she didn't, and Sir Launcelot's throaty growls filled the
room as they left.
* * *
The willowy girl in the tight dark slacks and sweater with
the straight, shoulder-length raven hair enframing her face caught
his attention immediately. She was slight of build, her breasts
small but firm and pointed, boyish hips, even though her buttocks
filled the seat of the slacks with round, protruding ovalled
spheres and her thighs were full and exciting looking. She was
extremely tiny waisted which gave the illusion of feminine
curvaceousness she didn't possess. Her mouth was small and thin-
lipped, yet not unattractive, and her cheeks a hollow ivory hue
with almond shaped hazel eyes that scanned, fixed and penetrated.
The ugly, fat woman behind the bar told him her name for a ten-
dollar bill. Annette Larreau ... and Shannon lowered himself to a
table in the shadows of a corner, wetting his lips in surprise.
The picture he had seen of her had depicted a shapeless,
unattractive, sickly looking female. She was not that. As a
matter of fact, she suggested sex ... but the godamned brute of a
dog stretched out on the floor protectingly beside her was enough
to discourage any such wild thoughts. He liked dogs; he hoped to
hell he wouldn't have to kill this one.
It had taken him two weeks to grow the half-inch beard he
wore. Madeleine wasn't sure that she liked it; it irritated her
face and inner thighs, she told him, but she liked to feel its
furry softness with her hands. He really gave little thought to
her reactions; its purpose was not only a matter of disguise, but
a more fitting admittance ticket to such places as Mother Turtle's
and the other swinging spots where he had learned that the
"czar's" daughter hung out. In fact, he'd learned a hell of a lot
in the last couple of weeks, thanks to Madeleine's bank balance
and his own ingenuity. For instance, even before he was familiar
with her appearance, he had managed to obtain enough information
regarding Annette Larreau's likes and dislikes, personal habits
and companions to know that she was a little rebel who hated her
powerful papa and all he stood for, the odd-ball variety.
A good example was the scrawny, hollow-chested male with the
page-boy hair style sitting across the table from her at the
moment. He was named Armand Nicolet of the multi-buck steel
family, a playboy by trade ... a hype and pansy by desire and
whatever the hell his magnetism was it certainly couldn't be
physical, yet, he, Shannon, had turned up a rumor concerning their
impending marriage.
It didn't make sense, a stunningly attractive girl of her
standing marrying a spindly, hooked queer, but then, the longer he
lived and the more he saw of the human race, the less he
understood it; besides, it wasn't going to make any difference one
way or the other. With what he had in mind that marriage was
going to be postponed ... at least, for awhile ...
A lantern-faced individual accompanied by another of the
bull-necked, barrel-chested type, both in dark suits and dark
turtle-neck shirts, caught Shannon's attention as they slunk into
the cellar-room through the grotto-like doorway, abruptly
interrupting his immediate thoughts. Their hoodish air definitely
eliminated them as belonging, and when their eyes fell upon, and
stared fixedly at Annette Larreau and her dainty companion,
Shannon could almost feel their reason for being there, as well as
guess who might have sent them. He sensed blood and swallowed
tightly.
Armand Nicolet evidently perceived it also, for he paled
noticeably. He leaned forward, whispering to the girl across from
him who sat with her back toward the two. She took his hand, her
knuckles whitening, started to turn but evidently thought better
of it. The thin little man whispered again, his fright obvious,
then arose quickly and made toward the rear entrance. The two
hoods seeing his move started after him just as Annette stood to
block their way, while simultaneously the Great Dane came erect to
bare its teeth at their hasty, if, belligerent approach.
"What the hell!" the bull-necked one snarled, stopping dead
before the menacing, bare-fanged growl of the massive animal.
Automatically, his hand shot inside his coat, fumbling for the
weapon there. Lantern-jaw had dodged around a table to charge
after the escaping Nicolet and might have caught him if Shannon
hadn't stuck out his foot to trip the gangly one and send him
sprawling forward onto his face.
From that point, there was ample commotion, with patrons
shuffling and scampering for the sidelines as Bullneck leveled the
ugly looking gun in his hand on the Great Dane. Annette screamed
and Shannon leaped, throwing all of his weight onto the big man
and forcing the bullet to go wild. They went down with Shannon on
the other's back, the Bull-necked one's chin catching on the edge
of a chair with enough force to stun him momentarily. Quickly,
Shannon got to his feet, grabbed Annette by the hand and started
for the front entrance.
"Come on! Let's get out of here ... and tell your dog I'm a
friend! I don't like the way he's looking at me!" he snapped,
pulling her along behind him up the stairs, two at a time, to the
street. "You have a car?"
"Around the corner ... but what about Armand? They'll kill
him if they catch him ...!"
"Let's hope they don't catch him, Baby ... In the meantime, I
don't think they like me either. Let's go!"
Shannon took the wheel and they were out of the area in
minutes. He kept to the back streets, moving in no particular
direction, except further away from the shabby section where the
two hoods would be undoubtedly canvassing with blood and rage
warping their brains. After awhile, he said: "Your father
evidently doesn't like Nicolet."
He felt her eyes on him. She sat in the middle with the dog
she had called Launcelot, on her right by the window. She said:
"Do you know my father?"
"I know who he is and who you are," he replied, his eyes
fixed ahead.
For a moment she was quiet, then: "Why did you help? You
could've been shot."
"I don't like hoods who shoot dogs," he said, easing around a
corner onto a well lighted street. It was Sherbrooke East and
they were headed west.
"We both owe you a debt for helping us ... Launcelot and I,"
she said slipping her arm around the animal's neck. "Do you think
Armand got away?"
"I'd say that depends how resourceful he is. He certainly
had time enough."
"Well ..." she said, pausing momentarily. "I suppose it
won't make much difference anyway, knowing my father. They'll
find him sooner or later ... poor Armand."
Shannon made a little grunting sound. He couldn't get up any
pity for the scrawny queer. Nevertheless, he said: "I doubt if
they intend to do more than rough him up a little. Even Gaston
Larreau can't go around having men knocked off just because they
want to marry his daughter."
Again, he felt her eyes on him; it was progressing nicely, he
thought.
"How do you know that?" she asked. "I mean, about Armand and
me getting married?"
"Rumors."
"What else do you know about me?"
"That you've been on and off 'H' for the last week ... and
that young frilly fruit's been supplying you." He turned toward
her. "Are you hooked?"
She hesitated. "No ... that is, I don't think so."
"How long since you've had a fix?"
"Yesterday morning ... say, who in hell are you, anyway? How
do you know so much about me?"
"You can call me Shannon," he replied evenly. "As for the
second question ... I've been doing a little inquiring."
"Inquiring ...? Why?" There was an edge to her tone now.
"You intrigue me." He smiled over at her. "Don't get upset.
Nothing's going to happen to you. I've been trying to locate you
for a mutual friend of ours who wants very much to see you."
"Mu--Mutual friend ... of ours?" Annette said, her head
tilting questioningly to one side. "I don't understand ... Who is
this friend?"
"Madeleine Poirier."
"Madeleine?" She sat ahead in the seat. "Do you know where
she is? No one has seen her since Antoine went to prison ..."
"That's where we're going, ma'm'selle." Once more, he smiled
in her direction, his most fetching, disarming expression. "Just
relax. It's going to take us awhile to get there. All right with
you?"
"Yes ... yes, of course," she replied anxiously.
"Madeleine and I were always close. My God, I can't think of
anyone I'd rather see ... I've been so afraid that something
terrible might have happened to her ... like it did to Ginny Novak
..."
Chapter 19
Madeleine was frightened; she couldn't help it. By day, the
island was beautiful, but at night it was so terribly dark and
lonesome with Shannon gone, and the foreign, eerie sounds caused
little chills to run along her spine. Even in the luxury of the
big house with every light in the place burning she was still on
edge, and had been since he'd taken the launch to the mainland
just before sunset. Nervously, she glanced at her watch. Eleven
thirty; he'd told her to expect him shortly after midnight if
everything went well according to plan. God ...! Supposing it
hadn't? What would she do?
Mother of Jesus! She had to get those thoughts out of her
mind immediately! It would come off just as he'd planned; it had
to ... it just had to! All of her novenas she had said in church
the past week had been offered up for their success. The Blessed
Mother would never desert her; she felt confident of that. Lord,
she should have more faith. What she needed was a little drink to
steady her nerves.
She arose from the comfortable, overstuffed chair and went to
the small wicker bar, finding one of the bottles of bourbon
Shannon had brought. There was ice in the small refrigerator
beneath and several different mixes. She set about blending, half
listening to the music from the radio and thinking that one day
she and Shannon would have a lovely home like this one. And to
imagine, it was only a summer place. Some rich senator from the
states owned it and Shannon had rented it for the week for two-
hundred-and-fifty dollars, including the launch ... She paused in
her actions as she thought of that. Two-hundred-fifty dollars of
her hard earned money ... then, she laughed to herself ... a mere
drop in the bucket compared to what they were going to have soon
... just the three of them. Lord, how happy they were going to
be. She could almost cry just thinking of having her own little
Igat with her for ever and ever ... really, it was all for her ...
her sweet little baby. There was no sacrifice too great for her
to make ... Well, she'd burned her bridges now by simply
disappearing this way, leaving her place at the Salle de Venus-
Apollon, without any word to Rafael Girarde ... placing her all
into the hands of this handsome American.
Still, she didn't understand yet why they had come all the
way to Kingston before looking for a place, but her new lover had
insisted it was necessary and she hadn't argued. Nor had she been
displeased when she learned that Hyde Island was thirteen miles
out in Lake Ontario, then actually saw the picturesque, castle-
like structure that was built of field-stone and imported marbles.
The idea of being isolated on such a beautiful little paradise
with the man she loved had set her right off. Only the mail-boat
that passed once a day would be their single connection with
civilization, and then only if they signaled. Dear God, they
would make love until they were feeble; for what else was there to
do but a bit of fishing and swimming? And so they had for two
solid days and nights, not even dressing except for the negligee
that she presently wore. God, it had been so wonderful ... and
she loved him so much. There had never been anyone like her
Shannon ... absolutely no one.
The mere thought of his lean virile body next to her own was
sufficient to arouse tiny, exciting tingles in her loins and
belly. She picked up her drink from the bar, the movement causing
the gauzy material of her negligee to graze against the suddenly
distended nipples of her full breasts tauntingly. She shivered
from the erotic effect and walked back to her chair, lifting her
feet onto the ottoman and stretching out. The gossamery material
fell away from her long shapely calves and thighs with a whisper
and she looked down at herself narcissistically, the dark velvety
down sprinkled over the V of her mound enticing her. She lifted
the glass to her moist lips and consumed half of it, while the
soft, romantic listening music from the radio created an
enrapturing mood.
God ... if you were here right at this moment! Shannon ...
Shannon ... I'd lick you to death! Mon cher ... how I love you!
Once more, she drank from the glass, then set it on the table
beside her, closing her eyes as her hands found her own waist and
moved upward over the slight delineation of her ribs to her heavy,
now-throbbing breasts, cupping and lifting them beneath the
flimsiness of her gown until the pointed, hardened nipples stood
out like frozen red berries. Her long fingers sought the tiny
fleshy marbles then and began to roll and tweak them
hedonistically, while her mind filled with thoughts of her Shannon
and his magnificently beautiful rod of almost always hardened
passion. Suddenly, she could taste its pungent tang and feel its
soft rubbery head against her tongue in her mouth, its heavy hot
shaft in one hand while the other cradled and squeezed his balls
reverently. Subconsciously, she lowered one hand down over the
little round bowl of her belly and through the patch of silken
hair to the now moist slit in her crotch, spreading her thighs
slightly and gently sliding her long-nailed forefinger between the
fleshy lips of her pussy into its pink wetness to tenderly slip
down through the length of her slit to the already quivering
opening of her vagina. Her breath caught in her throat at the
erotic sensations her own gentle manipulation set off inside her.
God, I'm hot, she thought. If only you were here, my lover!
Her cunt was as moist and lubricated as if he had just shot
his hot sperm up into her, and her desire was as piqued as if he
had been sitting there in front of her licking and taunting her
open loins with his fantastic tongue as he had last night. Her
breathing quickened and she spread her thighs further, drawing up
her knees slightly as she slipped her finger up inside her vagina
to the palm of her hand, then withdrew it and repeated the act
several times before letting her damp forefinger wander down the
soft, hairless crevice to the tiny little puckered hole of her
anus. This time, she drew her legs up higher and lifted her round
white buttocks while slowly, excitingly, she inserted her own
finger smoothly up into the warm rubbing depths of her rectum.
It was too much! In her mind, Shannon's wonderful prick was
jerking and squirting its hot semen into her throat ... she could
actually taste it to the point of swallowing voraciously! And
then, all of a sudden, her other hand dropped to her crotch, its
excited fingers finding her erect clitoris between the moist
swollen cunt-lips, and as she began to pummel her long finger into
her anal passage, she simultaneously tweaked, twisted and pulled
at her clitoris with the other hand ... while Shannon mentally
fucked into her face, shooting his load down her throat time and
time and time again.
It was an ecstasy all of its own! It wasn't the first time
she had done it, nor would it be the last, but never was it any
better. She slid down into the chair, her knees pulled back to
press against the pebble-like nipples of her throbbing breasts as
suddenly she inserted a second finger into her tiny rectum,
twisting and routing them in sado-masochistic delight while the
other hand pummeled with increasing vigor at the moist, pink
furrow of her ravenous cunt.
It was then that she heard the deep whirring sound of what
had to be the launch ... it could be nothing else out here! A
certain frightening tightness gripped her. She couldn't stop now!
She had to cum ... had to! It was all a moment of self
gratification, she realized, but it couldn't be denied ... not now
... not at this stage. It wasn't like actual fucking or sucking
or making love in any way ... but it was necessary ... Oh Christ,
she couldn't give the reasons ... didn't understand them ... only
that she had to cum! That was all that mattered! All ...!
Wildly, she punished her genitals, inserting a third finger
into her tightly resisting rectum to the very palm of her hand,
while her fingers raped the soft pink flesh of her cunt with the
brutalness of some fiend out of the night. The sensation was
overwhelming ... beyond belief! Her loins danced, jerked and
quivered with the ecstatic bliss of a thousand generations into
the past, as in the back of her brain the sound of the ever-
approaching launch grew louder and louder.
Mentally, she sucked Shannon's cock with clasped lips and
savage, slashing tongue and hypothetically he emptied his hot
sperm into her mouth and throat and she swallowed ravenously ...
while, at the same time, her hands tore and pounded into her cunt
and asshole with unmerciful delight.
It came onto her like that! Just as the launch sputtered and
went dead, and she realized he was tying it up at the dock. She
spasmed once ... twice ... a third time, and came with such
violent force that she was certain she'd faint. Shannon squirted
his load down her throat and the bubble burst at her crotch! Wild
sensations tore through her soft, white body and her thighs
quivered and jerked with the unbelievable release that spread
through her.
Somehow, she heard them coming up the gravel path, forced
herself erect and straightened her negligee. Her mouth hung open
loosely and she tried to close it, at the same time endeavoring to
force logical thoughts into place in her mind. She got to her
feet, her knees hardly able to support her, then started for the
door.
When she got there, the aftermath of her climax still
excitingly prevalent in her loins and belly, she saw them nearing
the house.
"I-I heard you coming," she said. "Is Annette with you?"
"I'm here," Annette replied. "Is that you, Madeleine?"
"Yes ... it's me," she heard herself say hesitantly.
"Oh God ...!" Annette said, and began to run toward the
house, Sir Launcelot galloping silently along beside her.
* * *
Madeleine was entirely unprepared for Annette's fervent
greeting; she had never felt that they were that close. The
willowy girl threw herself into her arms and hugged her tightly,
clutching Madeleine's near-naked, voluptuous body against her own
while she wept on the older girl's shoulder. With the effects of
the orgasm she had just subjected herself to still racking her
soft sensuous flesh, the proximity of Annette's smooth firm body
molded against her own seemed to rekindle the tiny prurient sparks
that had raced through her loins only moments before. Madeleine
couldn't contain the exciting little tremor that rippled over her.
She looked beyond the clinging girl into Shannon's half-smiling
face, sensing the flush to her own cheeks and hoping he wouldn't
notice it.
"Ma chere, Madeleine ... it's been so long," Annette sobbed.
"Oh, how I've wondered what had become of you. I've worried so
... even feared that maybe ... maybe the same had happened to you
as to Ginny Novak."
Madeleine cradled her with conscious affection against her
swollen, firm breasts while the other continued to weep, and
Shannon watched, not displeased. It seemed that things were
running smoother than he anticipated they might ... but of course,
he hadn't unleashed the bomb yet. He hadn't much doubt but what
that was going to change the complexion of things a bit, but
presently, the matter of Launcelot bothered him. As mild and
contented as the beast appeared at the moment with his mistress'
emotional reaction to an old friend, Shannon felt safe in assuming
that the animal could become a ferocious brute at her mere
command, and he didn't intend to have to defend himself against
such odds, especially when a little ingenuity could better serve
the purpose.
"There ... there," Madeleine was saying soothingly, holding
the slender girl tight to her and stroking her long raven hair.
"It's all right, ma chere ... I'm happy to see you, too ..."
"The dog looks hungry," Shannon said. "I'll give him
something to eat, eh? Come on, Launcelot. I've got some meat in
the kitchen. Come on, boy! Come on!"
The great dog stood fast, eyeing Shannon closely but not
moving from his mistress' side. Shannon continued to coax, but it
was useless. Then, the girl separated and Madeleine drew her
wispy negligee tight over her breasts uneasily as Annette wiped at
her eyes and noticed seemingly for the first time the minimum
covering the other wore. The sight both surprised and embarrassed
her, but for a long moment her deep hazel-eyes dwelled there
before she could tear them away. Finally, she said: "Were ...
were you talking to me, Shannon?"
"I was going to feed the dog something, but he's stubborn ...
doesn't want to go with me."
Annette managed a little smile. "Launcelot's very faithful.
He won't obey anyone but me." She bent down and kissed the big
dog's massive head. "There, baby, go with Shannon. He's going to
feed you. Go!"
Madeleine heard him whimper and watched him follow Shannon
toward the kitchen. She was well aware of the plan to lock the
brute in a back room and feed him doctored meat that would put him
temporarily to sleep. Her Shannon had thought of everything ...
"He is your lover, this Shannon?" Annette addressed her in
French.
"Oui. Soon, we'll be married," Madeleine replied, then
crossed the room toward the bar. She swallowed tightly. She had
never realized that Antoine's wife possessed such an enticing
figure ... nor had she ever felt such erotic stimulation at the
sight of another woman's near naked flesh before. Again, she
swallowed. She said: "He ... your Shannon ... he came to our
rescue tonight. Some of mon pere's ruffians were after a young
man I was with ... He saved all of us, this Shannon ... at least,
I hope Armand is all right ..."
Madeleine wasn't listening. She poured bourbon into a glass
nervously and added ice and water without asking. Her mind was in
a state of thorough confusion. God, how she would like to throw
herself into Shannon's arms right at that moment, and have him
carry her upstairs to their bed ... forget all of this horrible
ordeal before them ... just make love. She needed him so badly;
her whole body was alive once again with the vibrant tingling
Annette's physical closeness had re-instigated inside her. Mon
Dieu, it was insane that another woman's body could so set her off
...
"There ... he's eating," said Shannon joining them, his firm
jaw fixed tightly. "Then, I expect he'll sleep for awhile ... at
least I hope the hell he will." He walked to the center of the
room and stood there looking down at Annette, then over to
Madeleine behind the bar. "You can fix me one of those, too,
Baby." His eyes swung back to Annette, and he said: "Has she told
you anything?"
Annette Larreau stared at him. She wasn't certain whether a
smile was in order or not, so in it's place she offered a head-
tilted half-smile. She looked to Madeleine, then back to this
handsome man who had played Galahad earlier. "I-I'm afraid I
don't understand ...? Was she supposed to tell me something,
M'sieu' Shannon?"
Shannon returned her stare with a level one of his own.
"You're being kidnapped, Ma'm'selle. Be nice, cooperate, do as
you're told and don't try anything. That way, no harm'll come to
you."
Annette continued to gaze at him. She was trying to fathom
the joke ... he wasn't smiling. She glanced at Madeleine, but the
blonde-haired girl wouldn't look at her. Again, her attention
snapped back to Shannon. She managed: "I ... I don't understand
...?"
"You will ... in awhile," he said, matter-of-factly. "It's
not a joke or trick ... I'm holding you for ransom, Baby, and I
expect your cooperation ... otherwise, we might have
difficulties."
"R-Ransom? You mean ... you mean that I ... I'm being
kidnapped ... right now ...?"
"Right now," said Shannon, walking to the bar to pick up both
of their drinks. He returned and handed it to her, a bit
surprised when she accepted it as if she were attending some sort
of cocktail party. "Like I said, Baby, it's not a joke ... but
the beginning of a hard and fast deal with your father." He lifted
the glass to his lips and drank, then swallowed. "I expect to get
a half-million dollars for your trim little body ... alive I hope
papa feels it's worth it."
Annette could only ogle him with riveted eye. It had to be
some sort of farce; it couldn't be a reality! Why ... why ... he
had even helped her ... and ... and tripped the man chasing Armand
...! It was crazy ... but ... but the expression on his face ...
and the way that Madeleine was shunning her ... They meant it!
They honest-to-God meant it! She blurted: "What did you do to
Launcelot?"
Shannon caught her wrist as she started to gain her feet. He
handled her gently. "He's all right," he said. "He'll sleep for
awhile, but he's perfectly all right."
Damn him! If he'd hurt Launcelot ...! Automatically, her
thin lips drew back away from her small white teeth. "I'll kill
you if you've hurt him, Shannon! I swear, I'll kill you ..."
"The dog's all right, I said," Shannon snapped, raising his
glass once more. "Enough of that crap. Let's get a couple of
things straight, eh, little girl? You're not going to be able to
do anything unless your old man comes through. This isn't a game
we're playing ... it's for keeps. You try anything ... and I'll
have to hurt you ... I don't want to do that. Your papa refuses
to pay ... well, he just hadn't better ..."
"Or, you'll send me home in a basket, Shannon?" she said,
looking right up into his face. Shannon said nothing and she
turned to Madeleine who had not moved from behind the bar. "And
you, Madeleine ...? Nothing to add? Like ... what a fool I made
of myself at seeing you after all this time ...?"
Madeleine gulped from her own glass. Her negligee had fallen
open almost to her waist and her magnificent breasts stood out,
exposed before them in her next-to-nakedness. She kept her eyes
from the girl and poured the drink into her. After a moment, she
said in a forced, clear, crisp voice: "Do as he says and you won't
be harmed, Annette ... I promise you ..."
"You promise me?" Annette snapped. Her small, thin mouth
twisted in a distorted smile. "Now that's funny ... really
funny."
"Maybe you've a warped sense of humor." Shannon said
irritably.
"Perhaps I have," replied Annette, her humorless smirk
advancing into a hollow little laugh. "But I was imagining the
look on my father's face when he's informed of this. I don't
believe he's going to like it very much, M'sieu' Shannon ... not
very much at all ... but then, I suppose you've both taken that
into consideration."
"Don't needle me, Baby," Shannon hissed. "I don't scare easy
... and you better hope that your daddy's emotions don't cause him
to try the wrong thing, eh?"
Annette looked up at him unwaveringly. "Do you know very
much about my father, M'sieu'?" she asked, a trace of her smile
still evident. "I'm certain that she does," the girl added with
an indicative nod of her head toward Madeleine. "And that's what
surprises me, I guess."
"I know enough about him to gamble that he'll pay. You're
the apple of his eye, Baby ... all he had left in the world," said
Shannon, finishing his drink. "He may be filth, but I'm betting
he still had that much decency."
Annette studied him for a long moment, until finally her head
dropped and her slender body made a little convulsive shudder.
Madeleine went to her then, lowering herself onto the arm of her
chair and running her hand over the girl's long dark hair
soothingly. Annette leaned against her, turning her face toward,
and burying it between, Madeleine's firm full breasts. She wept
quietly.
"All right," Shannon said. "I guess we understand one
another. You'll be able to use the house, but you won't go
outside of it. Don't try anything and I won't have to lock you
up. You're thirteen miles from another living soul except us, and
unless you're a hell of a swimmer I wouldn't chance that avenue.
Just relax and make the best of it; we'll treat you properly.
"Madeleine, you two are going to be inseparable for the next
few days," he said. "I want you with her every minute. You'll
walk, sleep and eat together, understand?"
"Oui ... but what about you? Where will you sleep?"
Madeleine questioned immediately.
Shannon grinned. "Don't worry, angel ... I'll be close by
... once I get the wheels in operation. Now, take her upstairs
for the night. I've got some business to attend to."
Madeleine responded without further question and Shannon
watched them climb the wide staircase, the slender girl being
supported by the other's arm around her waist. Annette was still
sobbing and that pleased him. She wouldn't try anything; he was
certain ... but at the moment he was more taken with the
voluptuous outline of Madeleine's delectable body through the
gauzy negligee as she ascended the stairs. The provocative roll
of her hips and buttocks, the sleek movement of her shapely legs
and slender waist caused him to swallow tightly and his member
stirred excitedly in his pants. Christ, how he'd like some of
that right now ... but it was going to have to keep until after he
went to the mainland and made his phone call to Larreau ... then
... He grinned to himself. Some wild ideas were forming in his
mind.
Chapter 20
Annette Larreau was more enraged than fear-stricken; her
pride had been severely damaged. She felt like a complete idiot,
having fallen right into their plot as innocently as a lamb being
led to slaughter. She couldn't imagine how she might have
responded differently; nevertheless, she felt the perfect fool,
and it wasn't in her nature to accept that without some sort of
retaliation. Thus, although her tears were for the most part
tears of anger, the larger portion were pretended, in an effort to
gain additional time to think.
She felt that Madeleine wasn't in complete accord with her
lover, at least, if she was, her tender, emotional nature was
showing through. She had led Annette to the bed, helped her onto
it and lay down beside her, cuddling the younger girl protectively
to her and continuing to stroke her long dark hair. Annette
couldn't help the exciting little fermentations she sensed at the
other's naked, full and soft, perfumed breasts against her cheek,
and it was then that the first thoughts of a wild plan crossed her
mind.
Launcelot was still awake; she could hear him bark
occasionally. She wasn't surprised. The animal had always been
finicky about his food and would detect and refuse the slightest
of tainted or tampered-with meats. If only she could get down
stairs and free him ... that would change the complexion of things
in a hurry ... yet, how was she going to get away from Madeleine
to do it? She doubted that she could overpower the older, larger
girl ... but ... there might be another way ... Dear God ... she
had never done anything like that in her life ... not with another
woman ... still, as wicked as it seemed, she was not repulsed by
the idea ... in fact, there was a certain lascivious stimulation
that rippled through her at the mere thought, and suddenly, as if
of their own volition, she felt her free arm creep around
Madeleine's slender waist outside the sheer negligee, her own
long, slender fingers trailing lightly over the silky material to
feel the warmth of the soft flesh beneath immediately and
vibrantly respond to her touch, while with her other arm and hand
in under her, she eased those fingers forward to graze and brush
with taunting delicateness the smooth resilient flesh of the
other's heavy smooth rounded breasts.
Madeleine tensed and made an audible little gasping sound at
the tantalizing contact of her still-swollen breasts with the
girl's long slender fingers. Her own reaction embarrassed her:
that another girl could stimulate her this way was absurd. It was
simply the aftermath of the forbidden pleasure she had enjoyed
while she was waiting for them to arrive ... besides, Annette had
meant nothing ... the poor girl was simply overwrought at her
sudden situation was all.
"Cherie, listen to me," Madeleine whispered while
simultaneously she ran her hand over the girl's long silken hair.
"It'll be all right. You mustn't let yourself get upset like
this. Think of it this way: how many people has your father
inflicted his horrors upon? Believe me ma chere, nothing is going
to happen to you. I promise ... I won't let anyone hurt you ..."
Slowly, Annette raised her face so that her damp eyes looked
upward into Madeleine's dark ones. She pressed her willowy body
tighter against the near-naked, soft contours of the larger girl,
molding herself to them while her hand clasped with open palm at
her back and the other opened slowly to cup with gentle fingers
Madeleine's firm erect breast.
Once more, Madeleine gasped, only this time she felt herself
automatically maneuvering Annette's long, supple body tightly to
her while she pressed her own curvaceous form against it. She
bent her head downward as Annette raised hers, both of them
straining until their lips met, gently at first, each feeling the
full sharp delineated imprint of the other, and then more
furiously.
Both were rigid at first, confused, finally relaxing under
the pressure, their tongues meeting at the point of contact, their
bodies following it up, beginning to undulate and rub briskly
against one another, their loins endeavoring to meet as were their
lips.
"Oh God, Madeleine," Annette breathed in French, all of her
brief, fore-laid plans momentarily forgotten. "I ... I don't know
what's come over me ... you're ... you're lovely ..."
"Don't ... don't speak," said Madeleine, forcing her tiny
pink tongue into the offered small, receptive mouth, while at the
same time her hands began to caress the other's smaller breasts
outside her clothing, and traverse down her ribs to the swell of
her hips there to gently cup and massage Annette's firm, warm-
fleshed buttocks.
Annette felt completely bewildered, both aggressive and
passive; she hadn't expected it to go this way at all. An odd
feeling was tormenting her stomach, and she suspected that
Madeleine might be experiencing the same. The intimate touch of
another woman had both excited and revolted her, the combined
effect of the two powerful emotions leaving her nearly helpless to
act. Her initial plan was floating about in her brain, hardly
making heads or tails at the moment. She doubted that Madeleine
was a lesbian ... in fact, felt certain she was not, anymore than
she, herself, had ever felt such desires ... yet, there was no
questions of what was happening between them ...
"Let's take off your clothes," Madeleine said. "My God,
hurry, take them off ... let me ... let me!"
Annette felt completely bewildered. She wanted whatever was
to come, just as she had wanted her first "fix" of heroin. She
lay back and let Madeleine undress her with trembling hands. In
seconds, she was naked and Madeleine had removed her negligee.
She felt her slim, firm, willowy body quiver with anticipation and
closed her eyes as movements took place on the bed that jostled
her lightly. Then Madeleine's hand reached out to touch and
caress her small, firm breast and Annette experienced another wild
little sensation. She moaned behind her closed eyes, feeling the
long, gentle, slim fingers catching at her nipple, rolling and
squeezing it in a tender understanding way that only a woman could
know. She sensed her whole being quiver at the lewd forbiddenness
of their performance. She'd given herself to perverted
gratification before with Launcelot, Armand and others, but
nothing in her makeup had ever accepted Saphism, yet at that
moment her whole body was alive with a growing lust, and she
couldn't, had she wanted to, resist the voluptuous girl's
advances.
The alien fingers crept over her like spiders as they gently
rolled her onto her back, her head against the pillow. She
nervously moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue as she
felt Madeleine's soft, lipstick-tasting mouth engulf the nipple of
her left breast, all of the brownish areola and the hard berry-
like nipple with a swiftly flickering tongue that sent urgent,
taunting messages radiating outward along nerves of her brain ...
to sweet conditioned responses.
Slowly, Madeleine slithered up her sleek, vibrant body until
their faces were level with each other, and her thigh crept along
Annette's entwining around it, her soft curling fleece of pubic
hair brushing warmly against that of her partner. Again, her lips
found Annette's with an agile, pliant, soft, sweet, knowing
possession, and her tongue fluttered into her mouth.
Even though there was still shame and fleeting moments of
revulsion inside her at the mere thought of their licentious
doings, the young Annette couldn't help responding. She sucked at
the invading tongue as Madeleine's hand trailed over her passion-
filled body with fascinating touches, running over her breasts,
her sides and back, their bodies finally locking together as the
caressing hand reached her buttocks and pulled them apart to
stroke excitingly at her tiny puckered anus with delicate, knowing
fingers.
At last, Madeleine raised above her, taking Annette's left
breast in her hand, her fingers teasing the palpitating, distended
nipple. She let her eye rove over the younger girl's slender,
supple nakedness in confused delight. Finally, her voice
trembling as she said: "I--I have never done this before, ma chere
... Mon Dieu ... do you believe me? The ... the very touch of
your warm, smooth skin is driving me wild ... I ... I don't know
what's come over me ... but I want to bring you happiness ... I
must ... do ... do you understand that?"
"O--Oui, cherie," Annette hissed, "I--I do understand ... I
want you to ... I want you to! And then ... I'll make you happy
...!"
"Oh ... Oh God ..." Madeleine moaned breathlessly. "Oui ...
we will make each other happy, cherie. I ... I'm going to make
you cum as no man ever could ...! I know ... I know where a woman
likes to be touched ...!"
"Ohhhh, Oui ... s'il vous plait, ma chere, ... Hurry!
Hurry!" Annette whimpered up into Madeleine's panting face,
watching and waiting tensely as the blonde girl began to slide
away ... down her trembling, passion-incited body.
Slowly, she raised her head to watch in half antipathetic
captivation as Madeleine suddenly nestled her face into the hollow
of her slightly spread thighs. Immediately, she was nearly
overcome with wild, erotic sensations that danced and rippled
through her loins and belly as she felt soft kisses along the hot
flesh of her inner-thighs, felt the warm puffs of breath and then
... the magic, wet contact of Madeleine's tongue licking the soft,
fleece-lined cleft as if experimentally ... simply licking in long
grazing strokes from the bottom to the top, not entering, but
causing an involuntary, slight lifting of Annette's loins with
each tantalizing up-lick of tongue on her sensitive labia.
Annette felt her clitoris quivering into hardness and knew
that it was peeking out from its hooded little canopy, enjoying
the first stab of ecstatic bliss as the tiny pink tongue grazed
it. She expelled her breath with a hissing sound, rolling her
head back and forth on the pillow, while Madeleine, growing
braver, eased her tongue inside the rapidly moistening split to
draw it upward from the very vaginal mouth ... upward toward the
tingling bud of her clitoris.
Annette's throat began to work insanely. She held her
breath, then exhaled sharply at the delicious contact ... and
suddenly, there came new delights.
Madeleine, whose own soft, white loins were alive with little
tongues of ever-increasing, carnal flame at the unexplainable and
uncontrollable desires racing through her, hungrily pressed her
lips closer, separating the soft, fleshy, hair-sprinkled flanges
of Annette's tight vaginal slit, reaching up simultaneously with
both hands to caress the small and firm erect breasts, while her
mouth became ravenous, open and hot, nothing but tongue invading
the seething, wet cunt before it, nothing but tongue lashing at
the erect clitoris, tongue everywhere in the willowy girl's
throbbing pussy, slippery in the lubricating juices mixed with her
own saliva ... lizard-like in the rapidly dilating vagina, and
always returning to the sensitive, tingling clitoris.
Annette moaned passionately while ripples of lust-incited
enchantment convulsed her smooth, sensuous flesh. She began to
pant explosively and drew back her legs, thrusting her crotch
upward lewdly to bring the magic tongue tighter into the quivering
center of her body.
Madeleine was gasping, sucking air in short surges, never
breaking the fervent, swirling contact of her eager mouth, tongue
and lips. Even her nose was buried, immersed in the moist, pink,
velvety flesh of Annette's now steaming cunt.
"Ooohhhh ... Oooohhh ... cherie! It's too much ... I can't
stand it!" Annette wailed. "Oooohhhhhh ...!" Her voice died away
in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh and then broke out once
more in a thin, high pitched whine as her passion began to
overflow all bounds she had ever known and swept through her loins
with the raging fury of a prairie fire. She twisted in the grip
of her sweet agony, jerked and writhed, but didn't break with the
open, sucking mouth glued to her cunt, while the flickering,
enrapturing tongue played like summer lightning over her clitoris,
sending the sharp forks of jagged electricity through her body to
her confused, if, elated brain.
Frantically, she endured the pleasure, gasping, groaning,
clutching at Madeleine's long, blonde tresses with clawing fingers
... at last, shuddering violently, then relaxing ... with spaced
convulsing jerks as Madeleine continued to lick and suck, refusing
to end it.
Madeleine's own desire had reached such a point that she
doubted if she could bear it much longer. Her soft round belly
and inflamed loins were quivering hotly in their craving need for
fulfillment. She could feel the moisture seeping readily in
little rivulets from her own excited, swollen cunt-lips, yet, she
did not want to give up the ecstatic joy that Annette's luscious,
tight, moist pussy was giving her, and though she eased away from
the other's clitoris, she plunged her tongue into the vagina,
tasting the slightly acid-like secretion, licking passionately the
now-flushed and swollen cunt-lips.
"Mon Dieu!" Annette exclaimed, drawing shuddering breaths.
She was no longer certain if she had cum or was cumming, the
breath-taking sensations spiraling constantly through her
pleasure-racked body having arrived at a point of continuous flow,
without interruption, until she was almost completely enervated.
She couldn't push Madeleine's head away, nor could she close her
thighs. Dear God, she was going to lose her mind! She sobbed
aloud and Madeleine returned to her wild tonguing of the hard
little bud of her clitoris, making her convulse as her stomach
muscles went rigid and her hands locked around the blonde head ...
wanting, yet not wanting, her to stop. Once more, she spasmed
inside, her orgasm as gentle as a runaway freight car, her heart
slamming wildly in her chest, her mind awash in the momentary
bliss as little animal-like sounds gurgled up from deep in her
throat, while her eyes glazed and her mouth hung limply open.
Still, Madeleine kept on, and it was at that moment the heavy
running sounds of thundering feet came to Annette ... familiar
noises she would have quickly identified had she control of her
wits.
Sir Launcelot announced his entrance with a loud bark and in
a flash he leaped onto the bed with bared fangs, standing over
Madeleine's prone body between Annette's wide-spread thighs.
Madeleine screamed, trying to roll away, but the great animal's
fierce growl and gleaming teeth paralyzed her.
"No! No!" Annette managed, raising to her elbows. "No,
lover!" She ordered the beast. "Friend! It's all right, lover
... She's a friend ... you hear? Friend!"
Slowly, the massive dog seemed to comprehend, covering his
teeth, his round, devoted eyes darting from his mistress back to
the warm, white body of the blonde girl lying in still frozen
horror beneath him. His ears seemed to snap erect and his long
nose lifted as if his nostrils had suddenly sensed a pleasing and
arousing smell. Abruptly, he whimpered and gazed longingly at his
mistress.
Annette understood. She couldn't contain her little smile.
"Dear God! Get him off me!" Madeleine gasped in fright. "I
don't dare move ... Please, cherie ..."
"Don't worry, he won't hurt you," said Annette. "I've told
him you're a friend ... He'll do whatever I tell him ... but how
did he get free? I thought Shannon locked him in a room?"
"S--So did I," stammered Madeleine, lying unmoving on her
belly and looking pleadingly with raised eyes upward between
Annette's firm, pointed little breasts at her smiling face. "He
must have put him in the room with the broken knob ... if he
jumped up against the door, it would come open ..."
"Well, well," Annette said, continuing to smile. "So, this
changes the whole picture, doesn't it, Cherie? Now, I have my
baby with me to give me protection, eh ...?"
"P-Please, Annette ... after what I just did for you ...
would you do anything to hurt me?" Madeleine pleaded, her eyes
wide with both fear and mental hurt. "I thought that we ... that
you ..."
She didn't finish and Annette said: "That I'd bring you
pleasure as you did me? Wasn't that what we said, Cherie?"
"Oui ... but I don't care now ... I'm too upset," said
Madeleine, jerking beneath the cold wet nose of the great animal
above her who had suddenly began to sniff at the smooth white
crevice of her buttocks and downward toward her loins between her
slightly spread thighs. She cringed at the damp, grazing touch,
endeavoring to draw her legs together, but thinking better of the
move as Launcelot let off a wicked growl.
"Mon Dieu, cherie! Please call him off me ...!"
"Ahhh ... but no, Cherie," Annette replied, an evil, if,
delightful little twist contorting her attractive, thin-lipped
mouth. "We promised each other pleasure ... now it's your turn,
as well as my lover's, eh?"
Madeleine continued to gape at the obscenely sprawled girl
beneath her who seemed to be suddenly taking almost sadistic
pleasure in her fear-striken state. Whatever the girl meant, she
had no idea, for certainly any desire she'd felt before this beast
had burst into the room to stand astraddle of her had long since
dissipated ...
My God! The brute was licking her ... licking between her
legs at her naked, defenseless genitals! Mother of God! She
blurted: "Stop him, Annette! Can't you see what he's doing?"
"Of course, I can see, ma cherie," Annette laughed excitedly.
"Don't you understand yet? My little pet wants some loving,
cherie, eh? And I can assure you, he's the finest lover you've
ever had ... believe me, I know."
Madeleine continued to stare in disbelief. Was she losing
her mind entirely? Did ... did Annette intend that she should
avail herself to this animal ... like ... like some rutting canine
bitch ...?
"You see, ma cherie, he's picked up the scent of your excited
little pussy, and I doubt if anything could stop him now," Annette
advised, her aroused little smile never leaving her. "In fact,
should you try ... I wouldn't be responsible for what he might do
to you. No, cherie, there's no way out of it ... so I'd advise
you to get up on your knees with your lovely little round ass high
in the air ... and the sooner the better."
"Mon Dieu, Annette! You can't mean it ..."
"Do as I say, damn you!" Annette snapped, her smile fading
quickly. "Up onto your knees!"
And Madeleine did, her mind abruptly whirling in a daze as
she heard the giant animal expound an almost lusty, savage growl
behind her.
* * *
Earlier, Shannon had chosen a small lakeside village from
which to make his first call, and studied his directions on the
navigation map he had acquired, so that he would have no
difficulty in piloting the launch at night. The distance was five
miles greater than their regular mainland dock, but he didn't mind
that. The near-cold breeze whipped up from the speed of the
launch was invigorating, especially after the aroused hard prick
he had left the island with. He needed something of this nature
to cool his throbbing loins down. Two exciting bitches under one
roof was a little more than he could handle yet, after five years
of nothing but hand action.
Christ, he couldn't help the desire this Larreau broad raised
inside him. Even though he hadn't intended that anything like
that should happen, there was something about her trim figure ...
that tight ass and those firm little tits that set him off. Damn,
how he'd like to get into her. He'd bet his last buck that she
had the snuggest little cunt he would ever come across, and he'd
wager she'd let him at it if he tried under different
circumstances. So ... maybe he'd just have to take it by force
... Of course, Madeleine wasn't going to like that, but he guessed
he could handle her if that need be. There was hardly any room
left in his life for gentleness; a man took what he wanted when he
wanted it, or forever went without, otherwise, he was a fool. And
who knew better than did he?
In actuality, Shannon figured he had committed one crime in
his existence, one grave offense against the written law, and for
that he had paid with five years of his life. He'd balanced the
columns. In his mind, he was clean with society; and now, with
this episode he was cleverly manipulating, he would still be clean
and balanced. It was no violation to extort money from a pig like
Larreau who had come by it evilly himself. He thought of it as
kind of a Robinhood type of retaliation, with no stigma attached,
and by the time he reached the town dock of Inlet, he had almost
convinced himself that he was about to do society a favor.
He pulled the jacket collar higher around his neck and walked
along the street considering the cool temperature of the lake area
in comparison to the heat of Montreal. The little town, a summer-
resort village, was deserted at this hour. He walked until he
came to a public phone booth, aware that the call could be traced,
but that it meant nothing. The next one he would make from
Summerton, seven miles away, and right now this hamlet was
completely asleep. He wasn't worried about being seen. He
stepped into the booth, found change, and dialed his number.
Eventually, he reached his party.
"M'sieu' Larreau?"
"Oui," a sleepy, irritated voice growled.
"Listen very carefully, Larreau," Shannon spoke slowly, his
hand cupped between his lips and the mouthpiece. "Your daughter's
been kidnapped. She's safe. If you do as you're told, she'll
stay safe, and be returned to you in that condition."
"Who ...? What the hell is this ... some kind of joke, eh?"
"It's no joke, Larreau! So don't start laughing too early!
We've got your daughter. You try anything, or bring the police
into it ... you'll never see her alive again!"
"M--My daughter ...? Annette ...? Christ! The hell you say
... damnit! Who is this?"
"I repeat, Larreau. We're holding your daughter. It's going
to cost you five-hundred-thousand dollars ... a half-million bucks
... is she worth that to you?"
"You're making a mistake, damn you ... whoever you are ..."
"A half-million dollars ... clear, Larreau?" Shannon spat
into the telephone.
"O--Oui ... it's clear."
"You try anything at all to trace us, or bring the police in
... and we'll send her home to you in a bag ... all in little
pieces, Larreau. You understand me?"
"All right ... all right ... Christ, you make yourself
clear," the fat little crime czar managed.
"Good. I'll contact you again soon. At that time, I'll give
you directions regarding the money. You better have it ready at a
moment's notice ... you'll have only a short time to deliver it.
Clear?"
"Y ... You're making a mistake, whoever in hell you are!"
Larreau snarled at him. "I warn you ..."
"Don't bother, slob. And don't you make any mistakes ...
unless you want a jig-saw puzzle for a daughter. Now ... do we
understand one another?"
Silence ... then: "Oui ... it's clear."
Shannon hung up. He stepped out onto the street and took a
long breath. So ... the game was on; he was committed. He
flipped up his jacket collar, lighted a cigarette and walked back
toward the town landing. Now, to the island for some fun and
games.
* * *
Madeleine could not control her trembling as the huge
muscular animal sniffed hungrily at her naked genitals. She
looked to Annette who was smiling, hardly daring to breath. She
wanted to scream ... but the great animal's wet nose against her
anus shocked the urge out of her and automatically she lurched
forward. Abruptly, she felt his tongue snake out and lick wetly
up and down the crevice of her buttocks. His tongue taunted her
tiny anal ring and she had to set herself against the sudden
sensations that soared through her. She started to protest
audibly and then the great dane began lightly licking her vaginal
slit. She felt his tongue running the full length of it as
simultaneously she felt Annette's hand on her naked shoulder.
"Spread your legs wider apart, Cherie. Wider!" she ordered.
"Open your cunt to him!"
"Mon Dieu, Annette! What are you saying ...?"
"Do as I tell you!" snapped Annette; and she did, in
uncontrollable fear.
Sir Launcelot whimpered excitedly, running his tongue the
full distance of her open crotch, from the tightly clenched hole
of her puckered anus, down beneath the taut pink edges of her
pussy, even to the base of her mound of silken hair where it
penetrated wetly to flick against her clitoris. Again and again,
he repeated the act, his tongue laving through her soft, hair-
covered genitals savagely, spreading her open in the tenderest
parts until she began to twitch and jerk noticeably at his lapping
and sniffing of her loins.
Madeleine continued to gape at Annette, but actually
perceived her only in brief, fleeting moments as the unbelievable
jolts of erotic sensation began to take command of her.
Mon Dieu ...!
She gasped aloud as Launcelot drew his long, thick tongue the
entire measure of her cunt. Subconsciously, she clenched her eyes
tightly shut and inched her knees a little farther apart to open
the pink, gently quivering gap further to him. His animal tongue
thrust up the moist hair-lined fissure, tingling at the mouth of
her vagina, ravishing her now defenseless genitals mercilessly.
She moaned openly and suddenly saw Annette squirming further down
beneath her ... drawing her slender white legs back to her breasts
so that her own moist cunt was completely exposed to her ... only
inches from her face.
And then, it happened! Sir Launcelot mounted her ... his
muscular, furry body crowding in toward her buttocks, his forelegs
clutching at her hips. The beautiful animal's lashing, wet tongue
had set her loins ablaze again with desire and as she turned her
head she caught the entire reflection of their obscene act in a
full-length wall mirror; the sight of the splendid beast mounting
the sensuously spread spheres of her soft white buttocks, and the
vision of Annette lying on her back with her thighs pulled back in
lewd presentation of her open cuntal passage to be licked sending
untold licentious passion spiraling through her mind and body.
She saw the reflection of Launcelot's massive, glistening,
coral penis shoot forth from its long sheath, wet and hard, the
tapered end slipping and dancing in the moist furrow of her cunt,
and she felt the strong animal body jerk against her as he tried
to penetrate her vagina with the thick, pointed shaft.
"Help him, Cherie," Annette instructed as she, too, watched
in lewd delight their lascivious reflection in the mirror, her
hand slipping down between her raised thighs to probe and rub and
tweak, her long index finger finally easing in and out, in and
out, in and out, between the wet lubricated lips of her gently
contracting vagina.
With an unrestrained moan, Madeleine shifted her round, white
buttocks in searching little circles attempting to capture
Launcelot's lengthening prick, the tension within her mounting to
a near unbearable peak. She wanted the long slippery shaft inside
her ... had to have it inside her before she lost her mind with
her building need. Frantically, she reached down through the
beautiful arch of her thighs and crotch, grasping the moist,
rubbery spear of hard animal flesh and guided its throbbing tip
toward her pink, damp vagina. Immediately, he thrust, spreading
her slightly opened cunt wider and wider as with a snarl he buried
his long animal cock deep up into the squirming pink hole between
her legs.
"Aaaaggghhhhhh!" she grunted gutturally, her breath literally
bursting from her lungs. "Oooohhhhggggggg!"
Annette watched in lustful fascination as the thick scarlet
shaft slithered forward with a wet charge until it was sunk to the
hilt, Launcelot's hairy balls swinging lewdly down beneath
Madeleine's damp raven pubic hair.
"Oh ... Oh ... Mon Dieu!" Madeleine moaned, her eyes wide but
glazed as the brute fucked into her from behind while she stared
down at Annette's several fingers moving sleekly in and out of her
own pink, wide-split cunt. "Oooohhh ... oooohhhhh ... ooohhhhh,"
she chanted, almost in relief as she began to move backward
rhythmically to meet the animal's powerful, long strokes into her.
Annette watched as if mesmerized, her fingers pummeling her
tingling, wet pussy while her eyes remained fixed on Madeleine's
beautiful, contorted face, completely enraptured by the delicious
dog-fucking Launcelot was giving her. She watched with carnal
entrancement the lovely girl's full taut breasts dancing and
swaying beneath her writhing torso like pendulous, fleshy melons,
keeping tempo with Sir Launcelot's magnificent cock skewering
deeper and deeper into her from behind, his muscular body ramming
and thudding resoundingly between her luscious, wide-spread
buttocks, his prick a merciless piston of glistening rigid animal
flesh sinking to its full depth deep into her soft white belly.
Suddenly, Annette wound her fingers in Madeleine's long hair
and drew her face downward into her opened, damp crotch, holding
her gently until she felt the girl's hot, wet tongue begin to lick
the moist, pink flesh ... the roundness of her lips sucking wildly
at her clitoris ... the length of her tongue darting up into her
vagina, slashing, swirling, probing ... and she felt the hot
breaths coming in tight gasps against her pink, sensitive flesh as
Madeleine rotated her buttocks furiously, grinding them back
against the animal like a hungry bitch in heat.
The erotic lewd sight had become more than Annette could
endure; she couldn't hold back the climax that was about to erupt
inside her from the voracious mouthing of her cunt that Madeleine
was administering. She tossed back her head and wailed deeply as
the needle-like pressure in her loins and belly peaked to send
waves of rapacious erotic pleasure soaring through her, causing
her legs to jerk out spasmodically on either side of Madeleine's
golden head cradled face-first in the crotch of her wide-spread
legs.
And suddenly, did Madeleine, too, lift her head and cried out
a gurgling sound from deep in her chest. Her glazed dark eyes
grew large and round as she whimpered: "Mon Dieu ... It's
beautiful! Oh God ... fuck me! Fuck me, you magnificent animal
...! Oh ... Oooohhhh ...!" and her voice died in a strangled
mixture of sob and sigh, her head twisting from side to side, her
long blonde hair flailing wildly as she began the first spasms of
orgasms, screwing her buttocks back onto the thick, driving,
animal cock with desperate fury.
Annette watched in the mirror as Launcelot's tongue hung
loosely from the side of his great open jaws, panting and dripping
its saliva on the smooth white flesh of Madeleine's voluptuous,
arched back while he fucked into the wide-spread crevice between
her wildly undulating buttocks from behind with savage animal
frenzy. Then, Madeleine shrieked and slammed her ass back against
the dog with a frantic jerk as simultaneously he thrust forward
and his prick began to spew his animal sperm deep up into her
belly with long hard spurts. Again, she screamed, and her
buttocks began to contract convulsively while Annette watched the
mirror lustfully to see the thick, white combination of animal-
human orgasmic liquid ooze from her tight cunt that was still
clasping and milking Launcelot's long, heavy prick, and thin
rivulets of the sticky fluid trickled down the smooth white
columns of her inner thighs ... until at last, she collapsed, her
head falling back to the soft cradle of Annette's crotch, her
cheek nestled against the swollen down covered mound of her moist
pussy, a long sigh of release escaping her.
Annette ran her hand through the entangled mass of silken,
blonde tinted hair and smiled down at her. She started to speak,
but never finished. Instead, Shannon, whom neither had heard
enter the house, said from the doorway: "Is this a private fucking
party ... or can anyone join in?"
Chapter 21
At first, when he'd found the open door to the room where
he'd imprisoned the dog and the animal gone, Shannon had
experienced a cold emptiness at the pit of his stomach. What the
hell had happened? Madeleine would never have let the damned
brute out, but Annette would ... if she'd gotten the chance ...
and in order to have obtained that she would've had to put
Madeleine out of commission ...
He'd ran through the house and taken the stairs three at a
time, only to come up short in the open doorway of the bedroom
where he'd ordered the girls to stay. Christ! They were there
all right, dog and all, so godamned involved in a three-way orgy
that they hadn't even heard him come pounding up the stairs. Even
Launcelot's normal protective instincts had evidently been so
overshadowed by his ruttish heat that he'd failed to detect the
newcomer's presence.
Shannon could only gape in amazement at the unbelievably
licentious sight. Both girls were completely naked: Annette
sprawled on her back with her cream-white thighs yawning wide
while Madeleine, with her beautiful round ass thrust high in the
air, lay with her face nuzzled tightly in their prisoner's wet,
down-covered genitals, her tongue licking furiously at Annette's
pink, open cunt, and mounted behind Madeleine with his forepaws
clutching at her waist and hips, his near-foot of thick scarlet
animal prick jack-hammering between her quivering, upthrust
buttocks, sinking its full length into the coral, velvety flesh of
her moist hair-fringed cunt, was the godamned Great Dane, fucking
his heart out.
In his eventful and too often wicked lifetime, Shannon had
never witnessed a more obscene sight that he could recall, nor had
his cock ever leaped into hardness any quicker than it had right
at that moment. He was damned near overcome with immediate lust
and he clutched at his swollen member inside his trousers as
Madeleine emitted a loud moan and began to chant and wail, her
head raising to toss wildly from side to side while her soft
sensuous body jerked and convulsed on the thick and squirting
animal cock that was ramming and shooting its load like a fire
hose up into her soft white belly. It was at the precise moment
that she fell forward burying her face once more in Annette's
crotch that he reached down and tore open the front of his pants,
releasing his jumping and already aching shaft. He said: "Is this
a private party ... or can anyone join in?"
Annette raised to her elbows and craned her neck to see him
in the doorway. She wasn't certain, but she doubted that
Madeleine had heard him, and as she stared in shocked surprise she
realized that the fly of his trousers was open and he was holding
his heavy-looking cock lewdly in his hand, his pelvis thrust
slightly forward. She felt her face flushing shamefully at the
thought of him standing there watching their salacious
performance, and then Launcelot interrupted with a vicious growl
and she ordered him to the floor and to silence. Meekly, the
animal obeyed as Shannon walked toward the bed gripping his long,
thick prick, and she found her eyes suddenly locked upon it in
rapidly growing fascination.
It was then that Madeleine also realized someone had entered
and sat up with a start, her mouth dropping open guiltily at the
sight of him, her immediate humiliation giving way quickly to
astonishment when she saw that he was holding his rigid, heavy rod
in his hand.
"Mon Dieu! Shannon, cheri," she gasped, her face a glowing
crimsom. "I didn't hear ... that is ... I ... we can explain ...
Wh--What are you doing ...?"
He was, in fact, undressing as fast as he could and grinning
at the same time. "What the hell do you think I'm doing? I'm
getting ready to join the party, baby ... even up the score with
that dog, eh?"
"Wh--What do you mean, Cheri!" Madeleine stammered. "Please
... I couldn't help myself ..."
"No?" Shannon continued to grin as he dropped his shorts down
his long muscular legs and stood naked before the two embarrassed,
staring girls. "And that's my problem, angel ... I can't help
myself. I figure if that dog can fuck my mistress, then I can
even the score and fuck his ... logical?" His keen, hard blue eyes
narrowed lustfully and centered upon Annette's sleek willowy
nakedness. "How does that strike you, Ma'm'selle?"
"If ... if I say the word, Launcelot'll tear you to pieces,"
Annette replied sharply, but confusedly, her passion once more
aroused by the carnal sight of the thick stalk of rigid flesh
jutting out in an upward arch from his lean hairy loins, yet,
unable to accept willingly this man who had deceived her, whose
prisoner she was, and who might even be considering murdering her
if her father failed to meet his ransom demands. God, in truth,
she hated him ... and she didn't intend to be taken by a man she
hated ...
"Please, Cheri, you mustn't," pleaded Madeleine, getting off
the bed to stand between him and Annette where she lay. "Mon
Dieu, she means it, Shannon ... the animal is a killer. I
couldn't help myself ... I had to let him ..."
"Shut up!" he snapped at her, pressing her to one side not
too gently. Then, to Annette who hadn't moved except to close her
thighs: "I'm going to fuck you, doll-baby ... and if that canine
makes one move toward me I'll crush his elephant skull with a
chair. Now ... you going to take it willingly ... or do I rape
you?"
Annette couldn't avoid the tiny galvanic tingles his lewd
words raised inside her, nor control the thrill of excitement his
pledge caused to ripple along her spine. She stared at him round-
eyed, her line of vision once more fixing upon his stiff, thick
sinewed cock, and as she gaped he drew the heavy foreskin back
exposing its huge purplish, rubbery head and causing tiny droplets
of its seminal fluid to ooze from the split at its tip. A tiny
series of shudders spiraled through her and she felt the
gooseflesh standing out on her naked skin.
"D--Damn you!" she gasped finally.
"Please, Shannon ..." Madeleine tried once more, reaching for
his arm, but he shook her off and began to move slowly toward the
bed.
"Spread 'em, Baby-doll ... spread 'em wide," he hissed.
"'cause this Yankee bastard's going to fuck you like you've never
had it before ..."
"Damn you! Godamn you ...!" She groaned out between hard
clenched teeth and began to move, but Shannon climbed onto the
bed, grabbing her as she tried to roll away. Roughly, he pressed
her onto her back and forced his way between her kicking legs as
Launcelot growled and gave a start, his great muscular body tensed
and quivering, yet, unmoving in obedience to his mistress' last
command.
"How'll you have it, Baby-doll ... a fucking in the mouth or
pussy ... or maybe you'd rather take it in the ass for starters?"
Shannon hissed down at her, his weight cradled between her forced-
apart thighs, pinning her body while his big hands held hers tight
to the bed.
Annette trembled in rage, fear and hate; still, she was aware
of the hot churning desire the sight of his massive prick had re-
kindled in her belly, along with a certain twinge of shame and
humiliation that flickered through her confused mind. She
struggled, throwing her head from side to side, tears of
frustration streaming down the edges of her cheeks.
"One ... one word from me, damn you and Launcelot would kill
you!" she reminded him, spitting the words up at him between
clenched teeth.
"Don't try it, sweetheart ... not if you value the dog's
life," warned Shannon firmly. "Just answer the question ... which
way?"
"You ... you yankee bastard!" she snarled viciously, but
giving up her struggles.
"Oh God, Cheri. please don't ...?" Madeleine begged from
where she stood beside the bed gaping helplessly down at them,
realizing even as she spoke that her words were falling on deaf
ears.
"You want me to decide for you?" Shannon taunted, grinning
obscenely as he ground his rock-hard shaft against the tender,
sensitive, pink moist slit in Annette's defenseless crotch. "You
seem to like the sucking approach ... maybe, you'd like to eat a
little cock first, eh?"
"Oh God ...!" Annette moaned helplessly. "Fuck it! Go ahead
... fuck me, you yankee bastard!" she hissed at him, the fire
licking through her loins at the brutal contact with his huge
prick, spurred further by her sheer helplessness and the obscene
position in which he was holding her. "Well ...? What're you
waiting for ... an engraved invitation? Come on ... fuck my cunt!
Now!" she half-screamed up into his salaciously leering face,
wiggling her buttocks in lewd, suggestive fashion.
Shannon needed no coaxing. He let free of her hands and
reached down to draw her legs up and back over her head before she
hardly realized what was happening, pressing the toes of her feet
harshly into the mattress on either side of her shoulders. Her
tortured body was bent back double, the sudden pain of her
strained muscles raising an agonized little groan from her throat.
The glistening, flattened plane of her delightful crotch was
presented up to him to ravage as he would with his thick cock
aimed straight at her defenseless upturned split. Suddenly, his
heavy body crushed down on her twisting form, smashing her taut
breasts tightly back into her chest. His heavy rod plunged into
her unresisting cunt like a blunt fence-post, pushing the velvety
moist folds of sensitive flesh in rippling waves before its cruel
turgid head.
"Aaaauuuggghhhhhhh!" Annette grunted loudly at the sharp,
brutal impalement, even more surprised now at its heavy-veined
thickness as it soared up into her, ramming painfully against her
cervix. She winced beneath the agony, but it was only a temporary
shock that soon passed as the greedy moist walls of her vagina
clasped around the massive shaft voraciously, the hair-lined lips
slithering up wetly to devour its length to the hilt. His bloated
balls smacked hard into the wet, naked crevice of her buttocks and
she moaned in masochistic degraded humiliation at the pleasurable
pain surging through her.
Madeleine watched in sickened, if, growing fascination the
sight of Shannon's raised buttocks tensing heavily as he drove
downward with unmerciful force, sinking his sinewed prick all the
way into Annette's moist, gaping channel, until only a narrow
white stretch of it showed, wet and glistening, beneath his heavy
balls. She cringed, hearing the smack of his pelvis against the
girl's, and stared as he withdrew and thrust, withdrew and thrust
in ever-increasing rhythm, the underside of his prick's huge head
becoming visible with each withdrawal. At last, he freed
Annette's long slender legs and quickly they wrapped around his
hips, her heels tight against the cheeks of his ass, straining to
pull him back inside her. The cords on the insides of her thighs
flexed tightly as she raised her soft, down-covered genitals back
up over his spearing cock, her hollowed buttocks lifting inches
off the bed while she struggled upward desperately in her effort
to absorb the entire length of his rod back into the fleshy pink
folds of her now hungry cunt. A wet, viscid sound filled the room
as they fucked furiously and Launcelot began to whimper on the
floor beside the bed.
Madeleine felt her own belly quiver sensuously at the
lascivious scene, and her loins began to tingle once more as she
became dimly aware of her hands moving over her body lustfully.
She couldn't help herself, anymore than she could contain the
sensations that had brought about her masturbation earlier.
Abruptly, she lay down on the bed beside them and began caressing
the swollen nipple of Annette's heaving breast. This, she did
with one hand, while with the other she reached between Shannon's
legs to grasp the hot slipperiness of his plunging cock. The heat
and familiar thickness of it as it pounded savagely into Annette's
cunt aroused a welling of carnal passion to fill her, and
momentarily she began to run her finger into the soft, yielding
flesh alongside the driving shaft ... feeling it slide hotly back
and forth against the length of her probing digit.
Annette's wildly writhing body was lifting and jerking as if
completely out of control now and her moans and whimpers of
ecstatic pleasure were coming in continuous gasping breaths.
"Ooohhh ... Ooohhh ... Oui, oui ... fuck me mon cher! Damn
you! Damn you! Fuck me hard ... harder ... harder!" she wailed
chokingly.
Madeleine carefully adjusted her hand until she was able to
withdraw her finger and insert her thumb in its place; then, with
her free forefinger she began to edge her way down into the smooth
dampened crease between Annette's buttocks until she felt the tiny
puckered circle of her wildly working anus. The girl's hips
squirmed and jerked convulsively at the touch, and very gently,
Madeleine began to slowly press the tip of her finger into the
tight opening ... probing almost imperceptibly deeper and deeper
into the rubbery warmth of the small clasping orifice. Soon,
through the thin wall of hot flesh separating Annette's cunt and
rectum, she was able to feel the urgent thrusting of Shannon's
cock driving against the pressing contact of her thumb. The
sensation of lewd delight it caused within her was all that
Madeleine needed to set her off.
She lay on her side facing them, her back to the edge of the
bed where Launcelot waited, whimpering. Suddenly, she raised her
leg, opening her thighs wide as she jutted her buttocks backwards
and called: "Come, Launcelot, cheri! Come! Hurry ... here, here
...!"
Immediately, the great animal responded, poking his wet, cool
nose between her thighs to the sensitive, tingling flesh of her
exposed crotch, his long wet tongue thrusting into her well-
lubricated vulva and up the moist passageway of her cunt like a
rapacious slithering snake, ravishing her open split with
pleasure-giving delight.
At first touch of something foreign slipping into the
forbidden tender softness of her heretofore unplundered rectum,
Annette had felt a scream building in her throat ... but whatever
it was, it was being done so gently ... so very, very gently, that
instead of pain she began to experience a weird and additional
erotic pleasure ... increasing with every passing second as the
probing depths of the unknown instrument thrust its way deep up
into her nether hole ... Slowly, Shannon began to increase the
pace and length of his stroke fucking into her cunt and she felt
her whole body responding as it squirmed and writhed beneath him.
Then, he dropped her mouth to hers and she shot her tongue
upward between his lips to be sucked, and she moaned unceasingly
in passion-filled acceptance of whatever lewd or vile whim his
mind could conceive to subjugate her. Masochistically, she raised
her crotch up to him in simultaneous rhythm to his ever downward
plunge, sensing her own desire-contorted grimace of wanton joy as
her mouth opened and closed against his lips while her heart
became completely his in abject surrender.
Abruptly, the still whimpering Launcelot bounced up onto the
bed, frightening Madeleine at first, and causing her to jerk her
fingers from Annette's seething, moist genitals as she rolled onto
her back, her thighs still yawning widely, exposing her dark hair-
lined cuntal crevice to the massive beast. She raised her head to
look down between her full, erect breasts to see his great tongue
lash out and lick wetly up and down the crevice surrounding her
snug, tiny rectum, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer
fleshy anal circle. As she watched, he began to lap greedily the
narrow pink slit between her wide-spread thighs. He ran his
tongue wetly through it, from the tightly closed little anus up
over the fluted pink edges of her cunt to the erotic plexus of her
womanhood enshrined at its peak. His thick tongue spread through
the soft, fleece-covered swelling like a knife through soft melted
butter. It laved relentlessly between her wide open legs, pausing
only sporadically to lunge in a curl deeply into her. She spasmed
fitfully as she twisted and lurched under the Great Dane's tongue
lapping and lashing at her genitals.
Soft mewls of delight erupted from her until suddenly she
placed her hands to the sides of his massive head and with a deep
animalistic groan, kicked her legs back over her head, pulling his
long nose forward into her wet, throbbing vagina. His lengthy
tongue shot up her moist channel with breathtaking delight,
ravishing her upthrust cunt wildly. It was then that the feral,
babbling, half-shrieks began to stream crazily from her lips,
pleading and encouraging the dumb brute salivating between her
churning, upturned buttocks.
"Oh ... oh ... Mon Dieu! I'm going to cum ... oui ... oui
... ooohhhhhh ... lick it, damn you! Lick my cunt you fucking
beast!"
Annette barely heard Madeleine's vile screams of release as
Shannon raced madly into her own lust-incited cunt. Wildly, his
bloated sac slapped into the wet crevice separating her buttocks
and she groaned loudly at the filling of her tingling passage as
he began an even deeper, harder thrusting into her seething
crotch. Her head rolled loosely from side to side, her mouth
opened in abandoned ecstasy. It was almost there ... almost! Oh
God ... she loved him ... loved him ... oui, oui ...! His thick
expanding cock was digging into her like a pile-driver, and she
felt the cords in her neck twitch and tighten in an unmistakable
sign.
"Oh Christ ...! I'm going to ... going to cum! Now ...
Shannon, Cheri ... Oui! Fuck harder! Fuck harder, mon cher ... I
love you ... cream me ... cream me full ... I'm
cuuummmmmiiiinnnngggggg!" she gasped in a voice shrill with
passion. "I--I--I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg ... aaahhhhhhhh!"
Her hands darted behind his driving buttocks, pulling at him
frantically to draw him deeper and deeper into her spread crotch.
White, sticky liquid flowed wetly out around his still-driving
prick, spilling down the split of her buttocks to flood his balls
as they rubbed tauntingly against her tightly puckered anus.
"Oui ... oui, Cheri," cried Madeleine suddenly. "Fuck her
hard ... shoot it into her, my Shannon ...!"
Suddenly, Shannon felt Madeleine's hand between his legs, her
long nails raking gently and teasingly against the soft, sensitive
flesh of his balls, her other hand caressing his hard buttocks as
he fucked furiously into the climaxing girl. Spurred on by her
words and lewd manipulations, he dug deeper into the squirming,
hair-lined hole beneath him, once more forcing Annette's legs over
her head, pushing them farther and farther back while he hammered
into her with demonical force. Convulsive flashes of ecstatic
pain shot through his loins as the girl beneath him continued to
grunt out her climax, the juices still flowing in unchecked spurts
down the full quivering cheeks of her jerking ass.
She was near exhausted as Shannon groaned, signaling his
time, and abruptly she felt the hot waves of his sperm shooting
deep up into her dilating womb. Her head swam in depraved
sensuality as the hot, powerful squirts surged insanely into her,
filling her to the near bursting point with its milky whiteness.
The hot, wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped in
automatic cadence, pulling at the jerking organ like a sucking,
voraciously hungry mouth. Annette's sleek, willowy body was
drained of everything, her limbs collapsing loosely on the bed as
Shannon's grip on her legs was released. She fell into a spread-
eagle position and she sensed the heavy weight lift from her while
a cool rush of air brushed her sweat-soaked body. She wanted only
to sleep ... to sleep ... then later ... she'd tell them of her
own plan ... but she must sleep first ...
Chapter 22
Shannon was awakened in the night by a small, warm, gentle
hand wrapped around and massaging his rejuvenating shaft into a
vigorous rigid state. For a moment, his sleep fogged brain failed
him and he dwelt in a rapturous dream of sensual bliss, wherein he
lay upon a haremish couch being sexually administered to by a pair
of lovely concubines ... and then, his senses abruptly cleared, a
delightful thought immediately occurring to him ... reality was
more enticing than his dream ...
He lay between them in their naked loveliness: Madeleine
slept, her soft, voluptuous body partially curled, close against
him, her limp hand resting on his chest; Annette, on his left,
writhed gently, her long willowy form sleek and satiny as it
squirmed and pressed hotly, vibrantly to his own while her small,
slender hand continued its taunting ministrations to his ever-
hardening prick.
Finally, she whispered, her breath warm in his face: "At
last, you're awake, Cheri. I was beginning to wonder if I'd lost
my touch."
Shannon grunted softly as her small hand began to work the
heavy foreskin slowly up and down his lengthening rod. He could
feel the cool air brush against its naked, rubbery head as she
drew the thick skin down below the coronal rim, then assisted it
in its re-sheathing. He slipped his arm beneath and around her,
his big hand cupping her small but resilient firm breast and felt
the nipple harden against the palm of his hand as he drew her
snugly to him. "Don't you ever sleep?" he whispered back, kissing
the tip of her nose.
"I--I wanted to talk to you," she said.
"You've got a nice way of gaining a man's attention," he
replied and she tittered softly.
"Well ... I've got other things in mind too," she added,
pressing the wet tip of her tiny tongue into his ear.
"I'd never guess," said Shannon, cringing pleasureably before
her tantalizing tongue. "What do you want to talk about,
teasing?"
"Sh-h-h-h," she hissed, giving his now solid prick a tight
little squeeze as a galvanic chill rippled through her at the
sound and thought of the whispered lewd word and all of its
connotations. "Listen to me, Shannon, cheri ... I want to join
you ... help you, eh?"
For a moment, he didn't answer. Then: "Join me ...? What do
you mean?"
"Throw in with you ... both of you ... help you get the
ransom money from my father," she said quickly, excitedly. "Don't
you see? With my help, we couldn't fail ..."
"And without it, we will, eh? Is that what you're saying?"
Shannon whispered back at her.
"Maybe ... maybe not, I don't know, Cher, but no one knows
Gaston Larreau better than I do ... I know how his evil mind
works, and I believe I can out-guess him, where you might not be
so lucky because you don't understand how he thinks, eh? Doesn't
it make sense ...?"
"Why?" Shannon interrupted. "Why would you want to do this?
I mean ... we're going to take a half-million dollars from your
papa, Baby ..."
"So? You think I'm above stealing a half-million dollars
from that pig?" she hissed vehemently. "I hate and despise him
for as many reasons! He is evil ... Oh God, Shannon, Mon cher ...
that's not all," she went on, her whispering voice mellowing
suddenly. "I ... I think I love you ... and maybe even Madeleine
too ... I want to be with both of you ... forever ... is that so
crazy, eh?"
Shannon swallowed tightly; she was writhing her warm sensuous
body salaciously against him once more, her soft hand doing
marvelous things with his cock and balls ... and just the mere
thought of her triad conjugal suggestion was enough to incite the
growing lust inside him. "I ... I don't know," he said after a
moment. "Christ ... I can't think right now ... we'll have to
talk to Madeleine about it anyway ..."
"Merci, Cheri!" came a soft interrupting voice from his
right, and Shannon felt Madeleine's gorgeous contours moving
closer to caress his desire-tensing body possessively, her own
hand making warm, delightful little circles against the lean
muscles of his hairy chest. "I've been waiting for you to say
that as I lay here listening."
"You've been awake all the time?" Shannon questioned, looking
over at her in the darkness.
"Oui ... I've been listening ... and you made me happy ...
both of you," she replied. "Maybe, Annette's idea is a good one,
eh? Wouldn't we have a better chance of succeeding ...?"
"In what, making love or kidnapping?" Shannon punned.
Both girls had raised to their elbows and Annette had turned
on the small bedside lamp. They looked at one another above his
chest and Shannon read the gleams of anticipation and excitement
in their faces. Then, Madeleine's hand slithered down over his
stomach causing gooseflesh to raise on him as her fingers trailed
lightly through his pubic hair to cover Annette's hand still
grasping his now aching cock. It was the most lewd three-way pact
he had ever witnessed contracted.
"Christ!" he blurted. "You gals are driving me out of my
mind. You got that prick up from its sleep, now, what're you
going to do with it?"
For answer, Madeleine removed her hand and slowly eased down
in the bed. While Shannon watched fascinated, Annette held his
cock and Madeleine lowered her mouth down to it, abruptly
enclosing the full, pulsating glans in a soft, warm pressure. He
groaned, thrusting his loins upward automatically as the warm
moistness of her ovalled, lips closed over the throbbing sensitive
head.
Gently, Annette's small hand worked up and down the rigid
shaft while Madeleine's lips slid down to meet her clasping
fingers, and she began to suck it steadily, rhythmically ... up
and down with a twisting motion of her tongue at the peak of each
stroke.
Shannon tensed his loins and Annette leaned over him to
dangle one firm taut breast with its distended nipple above his
lips. Ravenously, he sucked it into his mouth and between his
teeth to nibble and bite, causing the slender girl to gasp and
whimper with the pleasure-pain. Below, at his crotch, Madeleine
moaned and began to suck harder, nipping now and then with the
edges of her teeth. His prick was white beneath the scraping suck
and rich purple at its smooth turgid head. He felt her hands
cupping and cradling his balls while she plunged her mouth down
over it from above. Suddenly, he raised his head slightly as he
sucked at Annette's throbbing tit and saw his massive cock nearly
disappearing right down Madeleine's throat. Annette had removed
her hand and was dipping it into the moistened slit between her
own legs.
Momentarily, Shannon's eyes fell on Launcelot standing erect
at the foot of the bed, watching and whimpering as his great tail
wagged back and forth. Fuck you, hound, he thought wildly. Go
get your own bitches!
Madeleine's tongue, with that final swiping lick, was making
the glans vibrate and pulse maddeningly. He watched her face
stuffed with his cock, working over him hungrily, her lips being
pulled out grotesquely, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked in
wanton delight ... and suddenly, she stopped.
"What the hell!" he gasped. "What're you stopping for,
damnit ...?"
Madeleine smiled as she raised her head, tossing her long
blonde-tinted hair back over her shoulders. "To try something
else, Cheri!" she said scurrying to her knees beside him, and
Annette raised in like fashion on the other side. "I have an idea
... as well as a wild desire to have it another way, my Shannon?
Will you let me do as I want ...?"
"Damn ... I don't care what you do ... but do something
before I come unglued," he said, the pressure she had sucked into
being causing his balls to throb and his prick to jerk achingly.
"Oui, Cheri!" Madeleine nodded enthusiastically. "I want it
in my backside ... may I ...?"
"Oh ..." Annette gasped at the mere mention of the other's
desire. "Oui ... Oui ... let me help, Cherie."
Wild spasms of lust twisted salaciously in Shannon's brain.
"All right," he said. "But I'm not moving. The two of you can
work it out your own way while I just lay here like some big fat
potentate. How's that suit your fancy?"
"And we'll be your slaves!" cried Annette excitedly,
delighted with the lewd and masochistic theme their private little
orgy was taking.
"I'll just dictate," said Shannon, grinning.
"Oui oui!" agreed Madeleine. "So ... what do we do first,
Master?"
Annette tittered, her flesh tingling feverishly at the sound
of the title Madeleine had used.
"Okay ... Madeleine, you get on your hands and knees so that
Annette can lick your tight little asshole and prepare it. How's
that for starters?"
Madeleine gave a little shudder of delight and quickly moved
around in the bed to do as she was ordered, while Annette got to
her knees behind her more hesitantly, her brain whirling with the
lascivious sensations his obscene command had instigated within
her. She had never done such a thing ... to perform the act on a
man was one thing, but upon a woman ... she wondered if she could
do it ... and Madeleine waggled her round white buttocks
expectantly back toward where she knelt.
They were beautiful, ovalled, white moon-shaped buttocks, and
Annette could see the hairless, puckered brown opening as the
lovely girl lowered her shoulders to the bed, thrusting the
enchanting area back at her. Annette's eyes lowered to the long
coral slit of her cunt with its hair-lined lips only partially
opened, and she could see the enticing pink flesh within. Small,
sparkling droplets of viscous fluid clung to the thin fleecy lips
... and suddenly she sensed herself moving forward as if being
drawn by a magnet ... until the musky-perfumed scent stung her
nostrils pleasingly and she lashed out with her tongue, going down
deep toward the voluptuous girl's throbbing clitoris, just as
Madeleine had done to her earlier that night. She found it
enclosed within the inner-petals, her own lips coming in contact
with the silky, pubic-haired folds of flesh as she stretched her
tongue to its entirety, its tip stabbing at the erect bud and
raising a deep groan from Madeleine's throat.
Slowly, Annette swept upward, flicking her tongue tip several
times against the twitching clitoris, then backward toward the
round viscous covered opening of her vagina, plunging in far
enough to feel the rippled walls of hot flesh nibble and milk at
her tongue, then out to taunt her urethra before traveling on up
the satin-smooth vale between her buttocks to the crinkled mouth
of her pulsating rectum.
Oh, Mon Dieu! It's wonderful! The delicious taste of her
cunt ... I never realized ... I love her ... love him ... love me!
"Okay," interrupted Shannon. "Enough of that. Let's get
down to the nitty gritty ... Come on, Madeleine ... sit down on
it. I'll just lay here like any potentate worth his salt and you
slip my cock right up your ass."
"Oui ... oui, Cheri!" exclaimed Madeleine, moving quickly to
get above him with her back facing him in a semi-squatting
position.
While she was doing this, he said to Annette: "Ever lick
another girl's ass before, Baby?"
"No ... no, Cheri," Annette replied, her dark eyes alive with
the obvious carnal sensations it had given her. "But I intend to
do it again ... and yours many many times over."
Shannon pulled her down to him and kissed her mouth hungrily,
running his tongue over her thin lips and into her mouth, tasting
the familiar sweet tang of his Madeleine there.
"Aaaauuuuugggghhh," Madeleine groaned holding tight to
Shannon's long thick cock and both he and Annette watched while
she wormed the turgid rubbery head into the tiny orifice,
squirming and wriggling her squatting wide-spread buttocks in her
effort to skewer the massive cudgel up into her unbelievably wide
stretching hole. Greedily, she lowered herself down onto it, the
grunting little whimpers of torment she emitted charging both
viewers wildly.
"Does it hurt, cherie?" questioned Annette, suddenly getting
to her knees and reaching around to caress Madeleine's full,
magnificent breast with sympathetic, if, masochistic envy. "Does
it hurt beautifully?"
"Ooohhh ... Oooohhhhh Christ," Madeleine cried. "I ... I ...
Oh ... it's horrible ... it's beautiful ... I love it!"
Shannon chuckled in obscene delight as he watched her gyrate
her splendid hips down ... down ... until her ass-cheeks were flat
against his pelvis, and he began to work with her, gently, in an
effort to widen her back passage with his cock thrust hurtingly to
its full length up the tight, hot velvety channel of her
entrancing bottom.
"Christ, what a beautiful ass you've got, Baby," Shannon
said, tensing and thrusting as she squirmed her buttocks down even
tighter to his pelvis, forcing his cock further up into her.
"Ooohhhh, Mon Dieu! It's going to come right out my mouth,"
Madeleine gasped as slowly she lay back atop of him, her arms
resting on the bed at the elbows while Annette stared at the two
of them in licentious fascination.
Madeleine's dark hair-lined pussy looked up at her, its long
pink slit trailing down to her soft white buttocks where Annette
could see Shannon's massive cock splitting them ... holding them
apart ... its thick length buried to the hilt up her wide-
stretched anus, and his heavy balls pulsating before her. She
couldn't, had she wanted to, contain herself and she nestled her
face to the soft, sweet smelling crotch, starting her excited
tongue at the tip of Shannon's testicles, taunting the exposed
half-inch of his shaft not yet swallowed into her, and into the
now pulsating, open cunt and upward, finally sucking the inner-
lips and clitoris into her mouth with a wet little slurping sound.
Madeleine began to raise her buttocks up and down over
Shannon's plundering cock and as she did this she pressed her
glistening pussy, now flowered open with her splayed legs, against
Annette's wildly sucking mouth. Frantically, Annette lashed her
tongue around, over, up and into the sweet, delicious-tasting
cunt, her own passion mounting feverishly in her belly and loins.
She reached down between her legs and began to massage her
quivering clitoris vigorously. Mon Dieu! I've got to be fucked
or something, she thought, and then, she remembered her Launcelot.
"Launcelot ... lover! Come up here, Mon Cher!" she choked,
raising her ass up high, then burying her tongue deeper into
Madeleine's pulsing cunt.
Annette sensed the bed give as the great dog immediately
leaped onto it, raising up onto his hind legs and clasping his
forelegs tightly around her waist. She thrust her behind high and
back, feeling his hard wet animal prick ram and slip against her
buttocks. Again and again it floundered until she spread her legs
farther apart and thrust back her completely expanded crotch.
Once more, it rammed.
"Auggghhhh," she winced before it as the long, slender prick
soared into her, spearing her hungry, moist vaginal walls like a
flint-tipped arrow.
Mon Dieu! Her magnificent Launcelot! He was like a heavenly
sent miracle ... always ready and able to satisfy the lusty desire
of her ever increasing needful cunt. Dear God, she loved him too,
she thought, as she licked and sucked shamelessly at the
delectable wet split before her. She heard Madeleine whimper and
Shannon's throaty grunts, all in the faint background of her mind,
for her lover was hammering her with rapid, pile-driving thrusts
that were reaching her very womb, and the slender cock was
beginning to swell inside her as always. She could feel it
getting larger and larger, filling her entire channel like a great
growing monster ... the way no man could ever fill her ... a
beautiful, unbelievable fucking machine ... driving her ever, ever
toward her apex ...
Wildly, Annette licked and sucked until Madeleine screamed:
"Oooohhh, Mon Dieu! I'm going to cum ... Mother of Christ ...
Oui, oui ... I am ... nowww ... I'm cuuuummmiinnnggg!"
"Pound your ass!" charged Shannon. "Godamn you ... don't
stop now, damn you! Pound your fucking ass!"
"Yiiieee ... Oooohhh ... Oui ... ouiiii!" cried Annette as
Launcelot fucked into her, his animal prick suddenly long, long
... and thick, thick inside her flooding cunt, those jackhammer
lunges never lessening ...!
And then, she felt the animal's stream of hot juices
squirting into her unceasingly! Long jets of it scalding the
inner walls of her vagina, spurting into her womb with violent
force, sloshing against the inner-sides of her wildly spasming
belly, its steaming heat setting her off until at last she wailed
loudly, helplessly.
Time and again she screamed; her release was that great! She
heaved her ass back toward the humping dog's expanded shaft as it
continued to shoot into her with unbelievable force, her thighs
trembling, her stomach quaking, her brain reeling insanely with
the sensual reactions traversing along her spine, all realism
escaping her as she fell forward on her face into Madeleine's soft
open crotch, a deep sleep almost immediately engulfing her.
Chapter 23
Annette's keen mind, once given the opportunity to function,
surprised both Shannon and Madeleine. It was her plan of advising
her father, Gaston Larreau, where and how to deliver the money
that was the most acceptable, the less dangerous, and certainly
quite ingenious. Shannon liked it from the beginning, for it was
in the actual "pickup" of the ransom that he'd had qualms all
along. This particular phase of the operation had always proven
to be the most hazardous, according to statistics, in any
kidnapping plot.
As Annette pointed out, her father was not apt to call in the
authorities; such a move would be entirely contrary to Syndicate
philosophy ... besides, he had a tremendously efficient network
all his own. But she did expect him to try something when the
'pickup' was made; it wasn't in his nature to take such a slap-in-
the-face without contemplating vicious retaliation. Thus, she had
come up with the buoy-boat idea.
A hiking tour of the island had produced an old thirty-six
foot tub with a cabin, anchored in a cove, ancient and in need of
paint, but hardy enough upon examination to perform the task they
had in mind. Shannon guessed that the senator probably used her
as a work craft, hauling rocks and lumber, from the appearance of
dirt and scraps of wood littering her deck. Her engines seemed
adequate and in fair shape, the point being proved when he added
gasoline. There was nothing wrong with her that fuel didn't cure.
The plan, in essence, was for Shannon to take Annette to
Summerton on the mainland where he would make his final call to
her father, let Annette speak and plead with him not to try
anything, only pay the ransom, or else they would kill her. He
would then instruct Larreau to place the money in a waterproof
sack and tie it below the waterline to a specifically numbered
buoy in the lake. They had chosen number nineteen because of its
location, with no islands for approximately ten miles in any
direction. It was fifteen miles from their own island and about
fifteen from the mainland ... a perfect plan.
"You must be careful, Cheri," Annette warned cautiously. "I
have a feeling that mon pere will try something when you make the
pickup ... I don't know what, but we must plan for all
eventualities. That's why I suggest the daylight ... at least,
you'll be able to see."
"Oui," agreed Madeleine nervously. "Daylight is best, Cheri.
Mon Dieu, I wish ... I wish you'd give up this whole idea, mon
cher. We both love you so much. Is it worth it ...?"
"Don't be a fool," snapped Shannon from across the kitchen
table where they all sat over coffee and his unfolded navigation
map of the vast lake. "You think I've gone this far for nothing?
No, Baby ... not on your life. I intend to get that loot from the
little fat czar, every dollar of it ... and with Annette's help,
it can't miss. Look, sweetheart, don't go chicken on me now."
"I--I'm not thinking of myself, Shannon don't you see?"
Madeleine said. "It's you ... and both Annette and I feel the
same ... We love you, Cheri ..."
"And what about Igat?" he interrupted. "You stop loving
her?"
"You know better than that," Madeleine responded immediately.
"She's my baby and I want her more than anything, but ..."
"But, hell," he said. "There's no buts. To get her back we
need money to make a deal with Girarde, then disappear with, and
that's just what we're going to have. Now ... let's forget all of
this quit talk and get down to business."
He turned to Annette: "What do you think he might try? And
how?"
Annette shrugged. "Pere is a scheming man. He'll probably
try to have his men watching from some vantage point or other ...
either in a boat far enough off, or a plane ... something, I'm
sure. But he's less apt to suspect the buoy-tender if we make it
look authentic enough and you perform a routine of it, stopping at
all of them."
Shannon nodded slowly. "I like it," he said. "Yeah ... I
like it."
It was still early in the morning and Shannon took the next
hour checking the old craft's engines to be on the safe side, then
took her on a trial run. Later, the girls came down and helped
carry some cans, lanterns and other gear from the senator's
boathouse, piling them into the boat to give her some sort of look
of authenticity. When they were finished they stood back to
survey their work.
"Well? What do you think?" Shannon addressed Annette, who
seemed to be the foremost authority amongst them on buoy-tenders.
She nodded. "Pretty good, Cheri ... if no one gets too
close."
"She's no speed demon, but with luck it won't make any
difference," he said, mostly to himself, a touch of nerves knifing
at him once more.
"What do we do now, Lover?" Madeleine asked, taking his hand.
Shannon fingered his beard. "Well ... I think it's time we
made a trip to the mainland. We'll take some of those large cans
for gasoline. Then, we'll pick up some groceries, and finally ...
we'll make the big phone call to papa. I've been figuring it out
in my head. We'll allow four hours for them to drive down from
Montreal and another hour to place the money on the buoy. That's
five altogether ... What time is it now?"
"Eight ten," replied Annette, checking the watch on her
wrist.
"All right ... by two-thirty this afternoon I should be able
to start my run. That's giving them plenty of time. Any
comments?" he asked, looking from one to another of his lovely
cohorts. "Good ... let's head for the mainland."
* * *
At two-forty-five that afternoon beneath a scorching sun, the
lake calm with a heavy cloudbank of thunderheads to the southwest,
Shannon brought the boat alongside a buoy. He caught a rope
around the gently bobbing marker and secured her loosely. He felt
a bit silly with his routine since there was nothing visible in
any direction except miles of water, but he followed through with
it anyway. As Annette had said, it was possible that her papa
could have men lying off far enough to be out of vision of the
naked eye, yet, able to see him with powerful glasses. He would
play it all the way; take no chances with this creeping tub
beneath him.
Satisfied, he pulled loose his rope and opened the throttle.
He lighted a cigarette and studied his map. Their buoy, number
nineteen, lay about five miles west. Several more were spread
between, and he would stop and pretend the same routine at all of
them.
The tub cut the water rather gracefully, he thought, giving
off a fair wake. He took a revolver he'd kept secret from his
hip-pocket, opened the cylinder and assured himself that it was
ready. He hoped to hell he wouldn't have any use for it, and
shoved it into his belt beneath his shirt. The old nervousness
and tension were there inside him again, and he sucked at the
cigarette until its fire stuck out a half-inch.
Already, his eyes had commenced to burn from lack of sleep
and the brilliance of the sunlight reflecting off the water. For
some dumb reason, he hadn't thought of dark glasses, but he had
remembered a hat--an old straw panama he had found in a closet of
one of the Senator's bedrooms. It helped.
He half-sat on the pilot seat, one hand manipulating the
wheel, and thought about how Annette had played her part well on
the telephone. She had told her father she was okay, but that if
he didn't pay off it would surely be the end for her.
She had gone on to feign semi-hysterics and when he, Shannon,
had cut in, Larreau had threatened to chase him to the ends of the
godamned earth if any harm came to her. She had performed to
perfection.
All was well. On schedule and functioning smoothly. So,
what the hell was wrong with him, he thought?
Why the qualmy guts and shaky hand? Too smooth. Maybe, that
was it. Like swiping the bottle from the baby's mouth? Yeah,
that's it all right. No competition. Unnatural. Too easy. Not
in keeping. As if he was standing on third and he could steal
home any damn time he felt like it. When's the lid going to blow
off? Jesus! Right now ...!
A plane! He touched the hard handle of the gun and thought
how godamned useless that would be if Larreau's hoods were up
there looking down on him. It was a single motored private job
and it was coming from the north ... the Canadian shore ... right
toward him! He watched it without looking up and made for the
next buoy off to the starboard.
You think the worst and you get it everytime! It was almost
above him now as he came alongside the buoy and caught his rope
fast. He didn't look up, but got the feeling the plane was
circling. Sweat oozed out on his forehead and ran down the bridge
of his nose. Nonchalantly, he proceeded with his act, but there
was a hollowness in his belly.
He wished to hell if they were going to do anything they'd do
it! But that was crazy, wasn't it? Why should they? Hell, no!
Not until he reached 19. He raised his eyes and the plane was a
half mile or so south and flying a course state-side. He sighed
long and loud, freed and poured the gas to her. Dropping onto the
pilot seat, he headed for the next buoy.
Three markers in a row were play-acting, with nothing alive
or man-made as far as the eye could see. He began to feel silly
again, but caught himself with the realization that the next one
was 19.
With an effort, he worked at holding down his anxiety and cut
back his speed, settling down to pull it off professionally. No
blunders ... nothing that would arouse suspicion. He was
servicing the buoys. That's all. And you had to service them
all, didn't you? Make it look good. Just in case ...
Wait! What the hell was that? A lake freighter! Just
visible on the horizon ahead and to the north! So? Nothing wrong
with that ... he hoped. The perfect godamned setup through for
some of Larreau's men! With glasses they could make him out fine.
And if they had a fast boat tied along side ...
Shannon swallowed a ball of cotton. It might be coincidence.
There were plenty of freighters on this lake ... but ... Jesus!
He'd have to chance it! After all, he was only servicing the
buoys.
He brought her in close and caught his rope. Mechanically,
he went through his role, at the same time looking for the tell-
tale line that would be tied just below the waterline of the
marker holding the bag in the water below. There it was!
Excitement prickled his flesh. A half-million dollars! He tried
not to move too fast, and bending down, he loosened the line,
straightened, and secured it to the ring he had installed in the
gunwale for that purpose.
He remained fast until he was satisfied he'd used enough time
to make it look good, pulled loose his rope and made off, still
following the course of the buoys ahead. He would stop at a
couple more before circling and heading back to Hyde Island.
Then, he spotted the boat! A speed-craft she was, and
bearing down on him from the direction of the freighter! He'd
damned sure called that one all right! Something bitter spurted
up into his mouth and he swallowed it back. He dug the revolver
from against his belly and ran for the wheel. Damnit! He'd make
a fight of it anyway!
Coming around, he opened her up, for all the damn good it
did. She felt like a scow beneath him and when he looked back he
could see the bag, a black shiny object, hitting the surface and
skipping, submerging again, then breaking water to repeat the
cycle. Beyond, and still a little north, came the speed-boat, her
bow raised high out of the water and cutting a hell of a wake
behind her. She was coming straight at him and he thought he
could make out two ... maybe three people in her.
For a moment he panicked ... decided to cut the bag loose,
then caught himself. To hell with it! He'd gone this far. He'd
go all the bloody way! He gripped the gun tight and felt the
sweat slime between the handle and his palm. Godamn them! He'd
take a couple of them with him anyway! Jesus! Almost, but not
quite! A half million dollars ...! Beautiful! Come on you
bastards! Take it away from me!
"Well, Charlie, a cool head can't win 'em all, can it?" he
said aloud, then laughed bitterly. A maze of things were running
through his mind. He remembered as a kid how he had always
abhorred the thought of being aboard a sinking ship and how God-
horrible a watery grave would be ... and how his own little son
had drowned ... and how he would never see Annette or Madeleine
again, or any other godamned thing ... He swore aloud and watched
the boat coming down on him. Behind, the bag broke water and went
out of sight once more. He shifted the revolver from one hand to
the other and back again. Wait until they were close enough. No
use wasting the bullets. He had only six, and they had to count.
He could see them now ... make them out. A man at the wheel and
another in the seat behind him ... wearing white shirts and
yachting caps ... yachting caps?
Shannon straightened slowly. The third passenger was a woman
... in a bathing suit. They were beside him now and maybe fifty
yards off the starboard. The woman waved!
His arm felt as if it were made of lead. Both the pilot and
the man in back waved. He could see the smile on the woman's
face! He forced the hand that didn't have the gun up into the
air. They all waved once more and he waved back.
Suddenly, he was limp. He wasn't certain whether he was
going to laugh or cry. He plodded back to the pilot seat and
flopped onto it. Then, he laughed until he choked, and when that
was passed the speed-boat was two miles beyond and going away.
Chapter 24
The storm came up in what seemed to be a matter of minutes,
the cloud bank of thunderheads looming rapidly out of the
southwest to quickly overcast the heavens and burst open at their
dull grey bellies, unleashing vicious bolts of chain lightning
with great claps of thunder and churning up a wicked sea.
Fortunately, Shannon had reached the island and was mooring the
boat in the cove when it let loose its wrath. He hauled in his
booty and ran to the house where the girls waited tense and weepy
with both fear and excited anticipation.
The moment he entered they were all over him, hugging and
kissing him, tears streaming down their cheeks in their obvious
joys at his safe return. He dropped the bag, taking each in an
arm and held them tight while they clung to him, pressing their
delightful bodies snugly to his from either side, their hands
caressing, their soft lips on his bearded face while he sought
their round full buttocks with his big hands to smooth and massage
them there. Christ, it was almost too much that one man should
have it so good, he beamed happily.
"We worried so, Cheri," Madeleine whimpered.
"Especially when we saw the storm coming up," added Annette.
"We were both sorry we'd let you go ..."
"What would we ever have done if something had happened to
you?" Madeleine sniffled.
"Okay, okay," Shannon chuckled, finally working himself free.
He picked up the bag and said: "Nothing did happen ... but for
awhile there I had my doubts ... Anyway, there it is! A half
million bucks, dolls ... all ours! From here on out the world's
our oyster ... and man, are we going to enjoy it! Come on, let's
start counting."
Greedily and with nervous hands, he removed the waterproof
container, opened the valise and gaped at its contents. Slowly,
the girls came in close on either side to stare with him. It
presented an almost unbelievable, breathtaking sight. It was
divided in Canadian and U. S. currency and tiny little gasps of
awe escaped each of them as they studied and touched it almost
reverently.
"Y--You suppose it's all there?" asked Madeleine, her voice
barely audible.
"I'd wager it is, but let's count it and find out," said
Shannon, turning the valise over, emptying the packeted money onto
the table. "Go ahead, you girls start counting while I watch and
catch my breath."
"Oui, Cheri," chirped Annette, setting immediately to the
task with enthusiasm.
Sir Launcelot came up to Shannon then, nuzzling close to him
affectionately. The movement surprised and pleased him; it seemed
that he'd finally been accepted all the way around. He petted the
massive head and heard the animal's whining response. Christ, it
was a great life he had ahead of him, almost too great to
comprehend right at the moment. All the money in the whole
godamned world ... He crossed the room, his mind reeling with its
pleasurable thoughts.
Outside, the rain had increased in its intensity, changing
momentarily into hail-stones and causing an immediate dropping of
temperature that would produce fog. Shannon looked to the girls
who were working feverishly over the money and wondered if they
had yet noticed the prompt cooling off of the house. Neither of
them were overdressed: Madeleine in a summer mini-thing she'd
brought with her, and Annette in the thin sweater-slacks outfit
she'd been wearing when he'd brought her there, but they were too
busy to pay attention to anything but the stacks of bills before
them. He laughed to himself, sensing the odor of musty and
overstuffed furniture along with that of partially burned wood
from the fireplace the cooling dampness was raising. While they
went on counting, he found paper and chips to light a fire, then
made coffee, all of the time thinking about the wild little orgy
they were going to stage right there before the godamned fireplace
in celebration, just as soon as he calmed his nerves and
remartialed his wits ...
"It's all here, Cheri," informed Annette happily. "Five-
hundred-thousand dollars! Mon Dieu! I'll bet mon pere has turned
blue with rage." She ran to where he sat and threw herself onto
his lap, her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately.
"Where are we going from here, lover? A thousand, thousand miles
away, I hope."
"That far anyway," Shannon replied with a grin. "But not
before I get a bit of loving from you two to show your
appreciation."
"Mmmmmmmm," Annette purred, kissing him once more.
Madeleine came and joined them, sitting her lush full
buttocks on the arm of the chair and slipping her arm around his
neck. She said: "How long do we stay here, Cheri?"
"We'll leave sometime tonight. The storm should be over
then," he said.
"But there'll be fog," Annette warned. "There's always fog
on the water after a storm like this one."
"Maybe ... but I think we can make it all right with the
compass ..."
A loud throaty bark of warning from Launcelot caused Shannon
to jerk erect. At first, he thought the wind had blown open the
heavy door, until he saw the two of them burst through the
entrance with leveled guns in hand, both of them crouched forward
like something left over from a cheap monster movie in their skin-
diving outfits. But the expressions on their faces advised
differently, and from that point he never had a moment's doubt
what was going on.
Both of the girls screamed and Launcelot charged them. There
was an explosion and the big animal went down like a bolting
rhino, blood pouring from his head. Again, Annette screamed,
rushing to the side of the fallen animal while the one with the
still smoking revolver said in French: "Don't anyone even breathe,
eh? Just stay right where you are or you're dead!"
The big dog whimpered to Annette's touch, tried to move but
couldn't. Frantically, she examined the wound to the crown of his
massive head and saw that the bullet hadn't penetrated, but had
grazed deep and painfully. "My baby ... my baby," she sobbed.
"Don't try to move ... lay still, mon cher ... you hear? Lay
still ..." Then, slowly she raised her eyes to the two weirdly
garbed intruders, sensing the contorted expression of hate that
twisted her own slender face. "You bastards!" she spat. "You
filthy bastards ...!"
"Sorry, Ma'm'selle," the taller one said emptily. "He came
at me ... nothing else I could do."
Annette fought to control herself, her brain racing wildly.
She'd recognized them; they were her father's enforcers, two of
the three men, she was certain, who had murdered Ginny Novak ...
Axel and McShea, by names, both ugly and brutal men. In her
peripheral vision she saw Madeleine backed across the room near
the table where the money lay in neat piles, and Shannon standing
beside the chair with his hands raised high. My God, was this how
it was all going to end? Launcelot was dying ... and that was the
fate both Shannon and Madeleine could look forward to now ... and
she could do nothing to help them.
She said: "I--It's about time you got here. What in hell
took you so long? Was pere too busy to spare me the time?"
The tall one called Axel pulled off his skintight head
covering, then grinned hollow-faced. "It took time, Ma'm'selle.
Your father had to figure out a plan. Not a bad one, eh? We
waited with aqua lungs below the surface of the water. When this
punk took the bag we hooked onto his boat and let him pull us
along behind ..."
Shannon felt the void in his belly growing. The one godamned
thing that had never crossed his mind ... someone below the
surface. He'd been too occupied with what was happening on top of
the water. Beautiful ... and that's what made a crumb like
Larreau the biggest crumb in the cake ... Christ!
"This is all of them ... just these two?" McShea, a broad,
heavy man with powerful shoulders, ruddy face, thick lips and a
bulbous nose questioned.
Annette nodded, her brain continuing to whirl. Dear God, her
beautiful Launcelot was dying ... dying! Well ... she wouldn't
have to worry about leaving him behind any longer, would she?
"Did they harm you?" asked McShea.
"No. They treated me well," she managed as she continued to
soothe Launcelot with stroking hand.
Axel said: "See if he's got a gun, McShea."
McShea moved in on Shannon. "Turn around, punk," he ordered,
to which, Shannon responded and he found the gun. Then, he walked
to Madeleine's cowering form and ordered her to do the same.
Twice, he ran his hands over her voluptuous, if, cringing body,
lewdly squeezing and patting her soft full curves as he laughed
salaciously. "The cunt's okay," he said, taking a long, greedy
look at the piled currency on the table.
"Tie him," ordered Axel. "Tie the punk into the chair until
I decide how we're going to handle this. This storm's going to be
with us for awhile ... might just as well enjoy it, eh?"
McShea grinned his agreement. He'd brought a length of rope
with him, evidently anticipating their every move, Annette
decided. They'd planned it well ... and she was beginning to get
the feeling that her father wasn't aware of all their intentions.
She said: "Does pere know I'm here ... on this island, I mean?"
Axel eyed her levelly through evil, lead-hued orbs. "He
hasn't the faintest, Ma'm'selle ... and this is a hell of a big
lake, eh? The best he can do is sit and wait for us to contact
him ... which we have no intentions of doing." He grinned
humorlessly. "As a matter of fact, we've got other plans,
sweetheart ... other plans entirely ..."
"I smell a doublecross," grunted Shannon who was already
bound painfully into the chair, the circulation in his arms and
legs almost completely cut off. "So ... now you're going to grab
the loot and run, is that it?"
McShea straightened from his task, stepped back and lashed
Shannon brutally across the face, splitting his lip and causing
the blood to spurt. Annette winced, but held herself, while
Madeleine rushed to his side.
"Damn you!" Madeleine screamed, clawing at McShea's ugly
face, but it was a futile gesture. Grinning, the powerful man
twisted her about, clamping one arm around her waist and clutching
one full soft breast brutally with the other, raising a cry of
pain from her throat.
"You know what, cunt?" he hissed vilely into her ear. "I'm
going to fuck you ... along with a few other things, and right
here in front of your boyfriend. Now, what do you think of that?"
Madeleine stopped fighting, her eyes fixed on her Shannon's
bleeding and swollen mouth, even as the horrible meaning of her
tormentors filthy words registered. God, she didn't care about
herself, but Shannon ...
Annette bit her lower-lip, forced a smile and slowly got to
her feet. She said: "Go ahead, McShea ... I'd like to watch that
myself."
Abruptly, Madeleine turned her head to stare with disbelief
at the unusual twisted smile contorting Annette's slender,
attractive face. Mother of God! Was she losing her wits? It
couldn't be true ... Annette was actually prodding this foul brute
into raping her ... and right there before Shannon's helpless eyes
...!
"Hey, baby ... maybe you're all right after all," Axel said,
a lecherous, hollow-cheeked grin coming into evidence. "Well, you
heard her, McShea ... skin off that rubber suit and give us a
show, eh? Meantime, sweetheart here can mix us a couple of
drinks," he added, reaching out and drawing Annette willingly in
close to him.
She looked up into his skull-shaped face and smiled
sensuously. "What about us?" she teased. "You and me, Axel ...?
You know, I think we could make it just fine together ...
especially with all that money, cheri ... eh?"
Shannon watched the licentious expression of lust leap into
the gaunt, ugly one's eyes and the way he licked at his dry,
knife-like lips. His own brain was churning hazily from McShea's
stunning blow. Christ! Was she acting ... or serious ... ready
to throw in with the winning side regardless of who it was?
Godamn ... hadn't he wondered that all along? She was a shrewd
one ... with a brain like a computer and the morals of an alley-
cat ... She was selling them out! He watched in semi-shock as
Axel placed both hands onto the cheeks of her round little ass and
hauled her to him, kissing her hungrily. Her arms went up around
his neck and she ground her pelvis against him. The little bitch!
Madeleine continued to stare in disbelief, but tore her
attention from the entwined couple as McShea let loose of her and
began to peel the rubber suit from himself. She stood as if
petrified, then, backed against the table while he shed everything
but a pair of tight-fitting swimming trunks that showed the
massive bulge at his crotch, and then she gaped in despair at
Shannon who was watching helplessly.
"All right, cunt ... hike up your dress and show me your
pretty legs," McShea ordered, standing back with hands on hips and
grinning lasciviously at her.
Madeleine felt a wave of revulsion course through her. She
pressed her buttocks against the table rim and shook her head
slowly. "N-- Never ... never," she hissed. "You'll have to rape
me, damn you!"
McShea's grin broadened. He said: "I don't think so, cunt.
I think you'll be glad to do anything I ask ..." He paused, then
approached Shannon's helpless form secured in the chair. Twice,
he struck the bound man across the face, Shannon's head rocking
viciously from the force of the blows. Again, he raised his hand
and Madeleine screamed.
"Stop it! Stop it! ... I--I'll do it ... anything you say
... only don't beat him anymore ..."
McShea chuckled sadistically while Axel smirked lewdly as
Annette helped the gaunt one strip to his own trunks.
"Okay, bitch ... let's get a look at those long, hot legs,"
repeated McShea.
Madeleine's feeling of revulsion and disgust, although still
prevalent, was far overshadowed by her love and pity for her
Shannon. Mon Dieu! She would do anything to spare her lover
pain! Anything! She reached down to the hem of the tiny dress
and lifted it a couple of inches.
"Higher!"
She raised the skirt which clung to her hips up to the
triangle of the sheer panties covering her genitals, watching his
eyes bug and his mouth fall open.
"Sit up on the edge of the table and open your legs," he
ordered and she did, her skirt pulled high, spreading her thighs
in shamed reluctance, giving him a bird's eye view of the soft
swollen place between, her tight split outlined enticingly beneath
the thin, gauzy material, tiny strands of soft, resilient pubic
hair slipping tantalizing out from beneath the crotch band.
McShea's mouth went dry. Axel and Annette, who had gone
behind the bar, watched with seeming excitement lighting their
faces. Shannon stared blurry-eyed, a feeling of nauseating
helplessness gripping him. McShea began to breathe heavily. He
enjoyed a session of exhibitionism to prod his lust before he
performed. He said: "Take off your panties."
Madeleine hesitated, but only briefly. Dear God, she
thought, all was lost! They'd kill them before they were done
with it, just as they had murdered poor Ginny Novak ... But she
had to do what she could to stave that horrible moment off. She
shivered as she slipped her hands under her slightly trembling
buttocks, grasped the flimsy material and edged the garment off
her hips, down her thighs and over her low-heeled shoes, letting
them drop to the floor in a useless pile.
McShea licked his lips. "Open wide," he snapped.
She spread her legs until her knees were wide apart. She
felt giddy, almost as if she might faint as his eyes locked
lustfully upon her completely exposed vagina, its moist pink flesh
flowered open to him from her obscene position.
He made a grunting, animal sound. His prick had leaped into
hardness inside his trunks as he stared at the open target of soft
flesh in its wreath of silken, black cuntal fleece, her round full
thighs spread open provocatively, if, unwillingly, the creamy-
white orbs of her buttocks showing underneath. Roughly, he
grabbed the waist band of his trunks and shoved them down, letting
them fall to the floor to reveal his long, thick, rock-hard cock
that was hot in his hand and already weeping from the tiny split
at its tip.
Madeleine gaped at it; it was monstrous and it caused her
lips to move in revulsion and her stomach to turn over.
Desperately, she tried to cling to her wits.
"Pretty, eh bitch?" McShea taunted. "Make your mouth water,
maybe?" He chuckled lewdly and began to stroke it as she watched
in utter abhorrence.
"Go on, McShea," Axel prodded. He'd come around to the front
of the bar and removed his trunks. He stood with a drink in his
hand while Annette fondled his rigid prick standing out lustily
from his bony loins. "Give it to her for Christ sakes. Let's
start the show, eh?" He sat down his glass and tugged at the
zipper of Annette's slacks. "Come on, kid ... let's get those
fucking clothes off. I'm about ready to pump a load into you."
Annette managed a smile and quickly began to comply, while,
of a sudden, McShea reached out, grasping the low-cut bodice of
Madeleine's dress with cruel, rough fingers, ripping it to her
waist. She was wearing no bra and her young magnificent breasts
burst into view before him. He caught her by the wrist and jerked
her off the table, holding her as he tore the remaining remnants
of cloth from her, then with a brutal twist of her arm, forced her
to her knees before him, her tear-stained face even with his
thrusting, jerking prick.
"All right, cunt ... suck it!"
Numbly, Madeleine raised her eyes to him in a pleading, if,
useless gesture, then automatically she wrapped her hand around
the sticky, heavy-veined rod of flesh and McShea shoved his hips
forward with a grunt, causing it to skin back until the spongy,
purplish head popped from the thick foreskin, a scant inch from
her dreading eyes.
"Well, bitch? You know what to do with it!" the big man
taunted sharply. "Rub it around your lips, then lick it clean
from tip to balls ... and be godamned quick about it!"
The nauseating thought nearly caused Madeleine to gag; she
was certain she could smell its foulness. Oh God ... she could
never ... but then, she stole a look at Shannon's helpless, bound
figure and steeled herself to the task ... moving forward.
Through sheer force of will, her tiny pink tongue came out and she
licked down the full length of the stiff lust-hardened shaft,
sickened by the thought of her mouth being used as a receptacle of
lust for this vile pig, and the repulsive thought of his lewd
sperm being eventually pumped deep into her unwilling womb. Oh
God ... my Shannon ... my cheri ... what's to become of us ...?
"That's enough of that," she heard McShea bark suddenly.
"Now suck it."
She did, hesitantly, surprised that its taste was not as
horrid as she had anticipated, but merely a pungent, salty tang
from the lake in which he had been swimming. She parted her lips,
opening her mouth to slide them along and over the thick rubbery
head, along the full length of her tongue, the tiny drops of
seepage from it filling the warm cavern of her mouth with its
acid-like, racy piquancy.
Axel watched with Annette's naked body pressed tightly to his
own, his arm around her slender waist, and his long finger playing
down over her flat belly and pubic mound, to ease between her
slightly spread thighs into the moist pink slit of her cunt, while
she massaged and stroked his jutting prick with rhythmic caresses.
He watched with lust-filled eyes as McShea began a slow undulation
with his hips, sliding the thick cock in and out of Madeleine's
obscenely clasped lips with a wet sucking sound, guided by his
hand now ensnarled in her long, blonde-tinted hair. He watched
the puffing of her cheeks as her head bobbed back and forth on the
end of his prick with reluctant subservience, and McShea shoved
the throbbing shaft deep into her mouth viciously. The big man's
grin was widening with each thrust into the trapped face, and she
groaned in degraded submission between his legs. What she needed
was a bit more stimulant, Axel thought salaciously ... and Annette
had anticipated him.
"Why don't you help him, cheri?" she whispered up at him,
giving his throbbing cock an exciting little squeeze. "I'd like
to see that ... her sucking McShea while you fuck her from behind
... the bitch!"
Axel grinned loosely, licentiously, at her. "Hey, you are
bitter, ain't you. Okay ... come on ... you can help."
Annette accompanied him, dropping to her own knees as McShea
knelt, then sprawled onto his back before Madeleine, his great
cock spearing ceilingward. Once more, he grabbed her by the hair
and forced her mouth down onto his rod, while Axel kneeled in
behind her and Annette held his long prick, guiding it toward the
moist pink slit beneath Madeleine's wide-spread buttocks.
Shannon could only stare in half-stunned hatred at their
grinning faces, while his brain still reeled with the shock of
Annette's betrayal. He gaped incredulously as Axel's long,
rampaging prick suddenly disappeared right up into Madeleine's
open defenseless cunt with Annette guiding it, his bony loins
smacking solidly against the soft white spheres of her wide-split
ass thrust back and upward at him. He saw her heavy full breasts
dancing and swaying beneath her as their resilient, smooth flesh
rippled and jounced with Axel's every brutal plunge into her. He
stared in sickening horror at her cheeks bloating and contracting
from McShea's thrusting cock into her face, while simultaneously
he detected that her buttocks had begun to waggle back at the
other cock behind in new and wild little gyrations. God ... she
was sucking McShea and fucking Axel willingly. The bitch was
enjoying it!
In growing and hopeless disbelief, Shannon gaped at the
obscene sight that he could no longer term rape ... for her
sucking mouth was clasped tightly around McShea's ramming cock,
disappearing now almost to its entirety, his balls slapping hard
against her chin with every plunge, while Axel's long pole
pummeled her cunt from behind with long, furious strokes and she
continued to wave and pound her ass back at him with ever
increasing vigor.
The two ravagers were lost in their lust-filled carnal
rapture of the moment ... lost to everything around them except
the cock racing right up the salacious hole before him ... except
the clasping, sucking mouth with the swirling tongue pulling
voraciously at his tingling prick until he could feel the
delightful strain at his very balls ... and lewd flames of
unwanted passion had begun to lick possessively through
Madeleine's veins ... she was fast losing any will to fight
against the overwhelming physical rapture seizing her, in spite of
her repugnance and horror ... she was about to surrender totally
to these magnificent cocks that were so deliciously trying to meet
inside her sensation-filled body ...
Annette crept away ... unnoticed ... behind the bar where she
had helped Axel strip ... to where his gun lay. The three were
too engrossed in their orgy to realize she crept to and crouched
behind Shannon's chair, fumbling with his bonds, unloosening them
and chafing his wrists to start the blood flowing ...
Madeleine, in the heat of her rising, uncontrollable desire,
had become oblivious to everything but the increased forcefulness
of the thrusts pounding into the depths of her cunt from behind,
and the naked hips crushing up tighter into her face. She could
feel the cock that was stiffly poling into her mouth begin tensing
in great trembling movements and the hands clutching her cheeks
grip harder. His pelvis closed in on her until she was sure he
was trying to push his cock all the way down her throat to meet
the other soaring deeply up into her belly. She was near
suffocating, and choked groans of protest tumbled from her lips
around the pistoning shaft only to be muffled by his continuous
brutal thrusts. She heard him mouth an oath and felt him ram far
into her throat, until the tiny strains of his pubic hair at the
base of his prick pressed tauntingly against her nose.
"Suck it, you cunt!" he snarled. "Suck hard, godamn you ...
I'm cuuummmiinnnggg!"
Abruptly, her mouth was flooded with a torrent of hot, white
liquid that raged down her desperately swallowing throat in a fury
of seething fire. From behind, Axel blurted something
unintelligible and she felt his loins jerk convulsively against
the flatness of her upraised, wildly gyrating buttocks. Oh God
... he was cumming too ... and she couldn't ... not yet ... not
yet! She whimpered as his load of hot, swirling sperm gushed into
her belly and she ground her ass tightly back against his pelvis,
her nibbling pussy milking at his spurting rod hungrily. She
fought for breath as she gulped with sensual delight at the thick,
viscid fluid wildly ejaculating from the jerking prick driven to
the depths of her constricting tonsils, and beyond.
It was then that Shannon bolted from the chair, gun in hand.
Harshly, he barked an unintelligible command at them and Axel was
first to raise his head. He yanked his prick free of Madeleine's
still-hungrily clasping pussy and leaped to his feet ... in time
to take Shannon's first shot full in the chest, thudding him
backwards several feet before he went down.
McShea had provided for trouble, never letting his pistol out
of his reach. With a desperate wrenching of his body, he caught
up the weapon and fired backwards over his head, just as Annette
arose to her feet from behind the chair. The bullet struck her
directly between the eyes ... she had never known what happened.
Shannon threw himself to one side, afraid to fire because of
Madeleine, who, with the big man's penis fast deflating, but still
in her mouth, gnashed her teeth together to raise a horrible
scream from her attacker, as she sunk her small hard teeth into
the flaccid gristle of his once-proud cock.
Instantly, she rolled away from the shrieking McShea who was
clutching at his torn genitals, and spat blood from her mouth ...
and then Shannon fired again and it was over ...
They lay quietly for a long moment ... a long horrifying
moment of slow, hellish realization ...
Chapter 25
In a semi-stupor and with the rain drenching them, Madeleine
watched while Shannon dug two wide graves: one for Larreau's
enforcers, the other for Annette and Launcelot, the animal having
died from loss of blood. For a long while they had simply sat
beside Annette's lifeless body, Madeleine weeping and praying,
Shannon silent ... knowing now, too late, that she had not
betrayed them, but instead, had gambled her life to save theirs.
Finally, realizing he could not leave their bodies there to be
discovered, he'd carried them one by one to a remote thicket on
the island and Madeleine had held the lantern for him.
After, they'd returned to the house, undressed and toweled
dry before climbing into bed to warm each other with their
individual body-heat ... and then to find consolation only in the
violence of their lovemaking ... until they fell into an exhausted
sleep.
Much later, Shannon awakened her with a kiss. "It's time we
got out of here," he said.
"Oh ... I was fast asleep. Has the rain stopped?"
"Yes. Come on, let's get off this godamned island."
"Oui ... I'm ready, Cheri."
He reached for her, bringing her to him. "You love me,
Baby?"
"Oh, oui, mon cher. You know I do."
"Yeah ... I know," he said, kissing her once more. "I just
wanted to hear you say it."
* * *
Shannon approached the counter with Madeleine beside him,
Igat asleep in her arms. They had originally intended to take a
daylight flight because Madeleine had never flown before and she
wanted to be able to see everything, but Shannon hadn't wanted to
wait another day, and he'd called the airport making arrangements
to leave that night.
A boy with a two-wheeled cart brought up their bags, with the
exception of the large one that Shannon carried. He'd keep that
one close to him all of the way. He stepped in line, exchanging
smiles with her and glanced at the little round face of the
sleeping child she held.
"She won't wake up until morning," Madeleine said tenderly.
Shannon made a nervous little nod, his own smile tense. He'd
feel better when they were in the air and away from Montreal. Not
that there was anything to worry about now, he assured himself for
the thousandth time. It'd been three days since they'd left the
island and there'd been no repercussions of any nature. There
were no loose ends, and he was confident that the police weren't
even aware that a crime had been committed. Still, he couldn't
help it; he'd feel a hell of a lot safer once they were in Boston.
The line moved and he stepped forward. One more ahead of
him. A feminine voice came over the PA system announcing in both
French and English the arrival of Flight 28 from Vancouver at Gate
7 and people began scurrying about.
Madeleine smiled over at him. He sensed her elation and that
gave him a warm feeling. Damn, he'd grown to love her all right.
It was going to be a full, exciting life they'd all have together,
just as she'd always wanted. The first thing that morning, he'd
sent her over to arrange for Igat, and when she'd brought her back
to the apartment she was crying with joy. It was the most
wonderful day in her life, she'd told him. That's when he'd
decided not to wait and press their luck, but to take the night
flight.
The line moved once more and Shannon approached the young man
behind the counter. "Reservations for Mr. and Mrs. Shannon and
daughter for Boston."
The young man didn't reply, merely looked at him. Then, a
rich baritone voice to Shannon's left said: "M'sieu' Shannon?"
Shannon looked directly into the handsome face.
A hand was extended toward him offering an opened folder of
credentials.
"Julian Forrest, sir ... Inspector of the RCMP. We'd like a
word with you if you'd step over here please," the well modulated
voice spoke while a hand drew him firmly out of line.
Another thinner and pointed-chinned individual had moved up
to take hold of Madeleine, and still a third was endeavoring to
remove Igat from her arms.
"Wh--What the devil's the meaning of this?" Shannon
stammered, clutching tightly to the bag in his hand.
"You don't know, M'sieu' Shannon?" Julian Forrest questioned,
his little smile prevalent. "You're not aware that we have
kidnapping laws in Canada?"
"Kidnap ... what the devil are you talking ...?" Shannon
started, then stopped abruptly.
"Come on, come on, my dear chap," said Forrest. "Let's not
make any trouble, shall we? After all ... a Ministre de la
Gouvernment's child, M'sieu'? You must've realized the chance you
were taking, eh?"
Shannon looked to Madeleine, understanding coming slowly. Oh
God ... no! It couldn't be ...! Christ! He was certain she
would've made a deal with Girarde ... not just stolen the kid ...!
"My baby!" Madeleine screamed. "You can't take my baby ...!"
They led them from the building with Julian Forrest taking
the valise from Shannon. Madeleine continued to scream and fight
them while Shannon walked along in a stupor.
"It's the Girarde baby ... kidnapped this morning ... in all
the papers ... kidnapped ... kidnapped!" came voices of onlookers
as they were ushered to the street.
"Good God, M'sieu', what have you got in this bag?" asked
Forrest puffing as he pushed Shannon into the automobile ahead of
him.
"My toothbrush," replied Shannon, hollowly. "Listen,
Inspector ... the girl ... she had nothing to do with this. I
planned and pulled the whole thing ..."
"Really?" said Forrest, moving in beside him. "Well ... I'll
just have a little chat with her anyway. We're old friends you
know, Madame Poirier and I ... In fact, I owe her a little
something."
"Old friends ...? I didn't know," said Shannon. "But that's
good ... she needs all of the friends she can find right now. You
... you'll see that she's taken care of, Inspector ...?"
"Most certainly, M'sieu'. You can rely on that." He looked
over at Shannon in the semi-darkness, an almost evil light dancing
in his eyes. "I'll see that she's well taken care of."
The End
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