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    A Cinderella Story
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    Copyright 2007-2009 Severe Productions Ltd. All rights reserved.
    Intended for adults only. TS.Severe@yahoo.com


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    A Cinderella Story
    By T.S.Severe

    Cinderella 2 - Chapter 3




        "There really is a connection you know," Sophia said over
breakfast. She was eating light as usual, having a croissant and
coffee, but I was enjoying a local fruit salad which was quite good.

        "What's that?" I gave her questioning look as I stabbed a
piece of red papaya.

        I felt well-rested after some six hours of sleep, which was
still not enough for me probably, but some shoots were like that.
Especially the marathon location shoots like the SI Swimsuit. It was
much harder work than most people would ever appreciate.

        "A connection between you and Paul." Sophia cleared her
throat, glancing to her left, and she tugged up on her top, a low cut
t-shirt really, as if to cover what little cleavage the girl had. She
talked about getting implants, but I always talked her out of it. Her
smallish tits were perfect.

        "I know that," I said with a smile, following her gaze to see
Perry, one of Maggie's assistants, entering the restaurant. "Wrong way
girlfriend," I giggled. "Pull it down. Give him something to think
about."

        "Shhh..." Sophia made a face and turned away from the guy to
look once more at me. "No. I mean, the reason I found you was because
of him. There's a connection between all three of us."

        "I thought you said Paul snuck out on you?" I said, chewing
slowly around a bit of pineapple.

        "He didn't sneak out," Sophia rolled her eyes. "He just wasn't
there when I woke up."

        "I dunno. Where I come from..."

        "That's not the point anyway." Sophia ignored my grin and sing-
song tone. "And I don't mean an obvious connection, more like a cause
and effect thing."

        "Cause and effect?" I giggled and Sophia bit her bottom lip,
flashing her green eyes at me.

        "Don't do that."

        "Do what?" I asked innocently.

        "Laugh at me," Sophia said. "I'm trying to explain what
happened."

        "I know what happened," I told her. "I was there, remember?"

        "I mean before I met you," Sophia sighed. "I never would have
been in Rome in the first place if it hadn't been for that Paul guy."

        "Really?" I got a little more serious then, just as my friend
already was.

        She didn't think any of it was funny, and why would she? This
was her life and Sophia had just found out that it wasn't as random as
she thought. Unlike my experience with Paul, the girl was just now
learning that someone else held a measure of control over who she was.
It was probably a little frightening for her.

        "Yeah," Sophia said, pulling her golden blonde hair back as a
little breeze went through the open air restaurant.

        "Did he send you plane tickets or..."

        "No!" Sophia frowned as she thought I was still teasing her.
"After that night I just realized he'd been right. It really was like
I'd been asleep. I hadn't done anything, you know?"

        "You were going to college," I shrugged. "What do you expect?"

        "It was more than that. I was boring. I hadn't dated anyone. I
hadn't gone anywhere," Sophia said with a deep breath, letting it out
slowly. "I was completely uninteresting and even worse than that..."

        "What?"

        "All of my dreams were boring too. God!" she snorted. "I woke
up and I dreaded going outside. I didn't want my old life."

        "He turned you into a slut, didn't he?" I said with a giggle
and then lost it quickly to the girl's emerald glare. "Sorry."

        "I decided I wanted to do something interesting," Sophia said.
"I wanted to meet interesting people and travel and have fun. I
wanted..."

        "This?" I stuck my tongue out at her and Sophia laughed
finally, nodding her head and looking around with a happy sigh.

        "Exactly," she told me. "This is exactly what I always dreamed
of."

        "And you never knew it," I agreed, surprised to realize that I
was feeling much the same way.

        "And I never knew it," Sophia said. "If it hadn't been for
Paul...I never would have found you, Cindy."

        I had no way of knowing whether or not that was completely
true, but Sophia believed it. She'd come to Rome looking for me,
looking for a job after reading about me in Elle magazine. I'd been
complaining about how disorganized I was, kind of making fun of myself
the way people do, but Sophia had read it like a help wanted ad in a
newspaper. A young and beautiful, up-and-coming fashion model was
looking for an able assistant. No experience necessary. Must be
willing to travel to exotic places, meet famous people, and make a lot
of money. Two weeks later she had the job and we'd never looked back.

        Until now, and I wasn't sure I liked the idea of Paul playing
with people the way he seemed to. But obviously Sophia was happy, just
as I was, so was it really so terrible if that had been his plan all
along? I just wished the guy would show up and explain it to me, but I
hadn't seen him since the day he'd changed me into Cinderella. Sophia
hadn't seen him since that night he'd woken her up with a kiss, like
Sleeping Beauty, and I had no idea what Wolfgang and Eva's connection
with the man was. Sophia and I were avoiding that subject for the
moment.

        "Go talk to the guy," I said as we finished our breakfast,
giving Sophia a little push towards Perry.

        The man was clean cut and square jawed, very cute and smiling
at us from across the room. I rather hoped he was interested in Sophia
rather than in me, but it was hard to tell. Everyone looked at me, it
was only natural, and I just prayed he wasn't playing with my best
friend to get to me. It happened sometimes and Sophia knew it, but she
wasn't going to love the guy anyway. She just liked the sex and
anyway, my best friend wasn't above using me to get a guy in bed
either. She was kind of a slut, the same way we all were.

        "What about you?" Sophia wondered, glancing at the guy who was
eating with Maggie and her other assistant, a girl named Smithe with
an e at the end. I think she was only an intern, which was why she
didn't get a first name.

        "I'll go catch the jeep with Erin," I said. "She won't mind."

        "I should go with you..."

        "Nah." I stood up slowly, stretching a little and then
realized it probably looked like I was posing and I stopped. I hated
that part about being me; I couldn't do anything without people
thinking it was deliberate. Sometimes a girl just wants to stretch,
you know?

        "Have some fun," I told her. "Tomorrow's our last day and then
it's off to dreary...Where are we going?"

        "Dreary South Africa," Sophia said, mocking me. "For the
dreary De Beers shoot wearing that dreary dress."

        "Oh yeah," I giggled. "The world's most expensive dress.
Great."

        "A hundred million, Cindy." Sophia was standing up too.
"You're going to make some best dressed lists this year."

        She meant the dress was worth a hundred million, being made
out of diamonds like it was. Thousands of tiny diamonds held together
by some invisible space shuttle thread tied to each one by hand. I bet
that job sucked. Wearing it would suck too, probably. I'd heard it
weighed something like 80 pounds. Seriously. All those little carats
add up quick! But all I had to do was pose in it for about an hour so
they could take pictures for their big ad campaign.

        "Hmph." I shrugged and decided I had to bring it up before I
left for the other side of the island. "What do you think about Eva
and Wolfgang?"

        "Uh..." Sophia sighed. "I don't know. I think...They lied to us."

        "Maybe they had a good reason," I said softly, mindful of
where we were. "I like them a lot."

        "I know."

        "I trust them," I told the girl and Sophia nodded.

        "They could hurt you, Cindy," Sophia told me quietly. "Without
trying to. You have to be careful, okay?"

        "You think I should send them away?"

        "Yeah," Sophia said into my eyes. "I do."


    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


        "Heh!" I grinned when I saw them, Eva and Wolfgang edging past
the crowd gathered to watch me give head to an ice cream cone.

        It was a local canteen near the market, very authentic and
colorful which was why Peter had picked it. I was wearing a gorgeous
sarong in green and gold, and a bikini top above that. My trademark
bed head was a rich tangle of black silk around my face, which was
perfectly made up to look like I wasn't wearing any makeup at all. The
shoot was going extremely well and I was having fun, getting locals to
pose with me, old women like the owner of the canteen, the small brown
children who followed us shyly and then boldly asked for candy or
money. It was great and I'd been able to lose myself for a few hours.

        "Cindy!" Peter frowned as I'd just ruined his shot and I
rolled my eyes.

        "Sorry!" I sang softly, wrapping my pouting lips around the
vanilla ice cream and trying to remember to turn my hips this way,
arch my back that way, look at the camera...yeah...all natural...oops! A
large dollop of ice cream fell on my right breast, running down my tan
flesh and into the valley between them.

        That got a soft sigh from the gathered males and a very loud,
"Cindy!"

        "What?" I giggled, licking my lips and trying to be serious.
"It's not my fault the ice cream is melting!"

        "Alright," Peter sighed and looked at his watch. "Lunch!
Quickly people. We're going to set up at the fish market in forty
minutes!"

        The crowd stayed with me, of course, and I wasn't moving. Rita
was asking me if I wanted something to wear over my bikini and I shook
my head. Erin wanted to wash my face and I shook my head at her, still
eating my ice cream cone, ignoring the cold vanilla staining my tits.
Some tourists were taking pictures of me, but that wasn't unusual and
I ignored them as well.

        "You guys want some ice cream?" I asked my two bodyguards as
they emerged from the small throng.

        "Ja," Eva said with a smile and Wolfgang shook his head.

        "Yeah you do!" I grinned at the man and turned to Mahta, or
Maitah maybe, I wasn't sure, asking the old woman for two more cones.

        "You're very beautiful today," Wolfgang told me, smiling in a
loose white shirt and khaki slacks, showing off that hard body of his.
The man's brown hair was still unruly and he always needed a shave,
but he was looking extra fine and right at home on the streets of
Papeete. I thought he looked like a mercenary, sorta.

        "You mean, sometimes I'm not?" I teased him. "I hope you got
money cause I don't even have pockets."

        "He means to say it is nice to see you smile," Eva answered
for her half-brother, accepting a vanilla cone with a smile for the
Polynesian woman.

        Eva looked pretty fine as well, wearing a pair of white Capri
pants and a pink halter top. The tight clothes really showed off her
athletic form. The girl was lean, incredibly well-toned, and very
graceful just sitting there, but giving me the impression that it was
all calculated for effect. Like everything she did was premeditated
and she'd watch my responses carefully. She was a challenge, like a
puzzle, and her casual attire seemed oddly out of place. Eva didn't
wear such clothing usually and she seemed ill at ease, like a vampire
caught in daylight, for that was very much how I liked to think of
her. It was her face, the high cheeks and narrow chin, her wide eyes
staring intensely blue at whatever caught her interest.

        How could I ever send them away?

        I wanted to ask them about Paul and get some more of the story
they told me the night before, but of course that was impossible.
There were dozens of people surrounding us and no privacy at all. The
crowd's reaction when I let Eva clean the ice cream from my breasts
with a bottle of water and a napkin was fun. I'll admit I was putting
on a little show maybe, and my two companions weren't especially
comfortable with the situation, but I was totally enjoying myself. I
even posed for a couple snapshots with the tourists, which was
something I hardly ever did.

        This really was the reason I was modeling. I didn't need the
money. I hadn't touched my ten million at all. The money was still
waiting in the Cayman Islands, mine for the taking anytime I wanted
it. The fame was fun, sometimes, but more of a nuisance really. The
attention. That's what I liked, the looks and smiles from people I
didn't know, ordinary people paused in their lives to spend a moment
with me. In Tahiti or Paris or anywhere else, people stopped what they
were doing just to be close to me. It was addictive and dangerous, but
I couldn't help myself. Nobody could.


    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


        "Where...are...we going...Umph!" I asked Wolfgang, kind of
hiccupping the words as the white Land Cruiser bounced up a mountain
road, or goat path more like.

        "Don't worry! I have a map," he chuckled, yanking the wheel
over hard to avoid a fallen banana tree. It was soft and mushy anyway.

        "Great!" I laughed, finding myself pressed against Eva as we
rode together in the backseat.

        "No seat belts!" Eva giggled as we were thrown the other way
and I just grabbed the girl, determined to keep myself wedged against
the door for the rest of the trip before I hurt something.

        They'd rented the vehicle from the resort and driven to
Papeete for the day. After the shoot was finished that afternoon, this
was supposed to be my ride back. Obviously my friends had other plans
and I thought I knew why. We needed to talk and they were probably
more comfortable without Sophia being with us. Not that they didn't
trust her, just that it was clear she was unhappy with them. They
wanted to get me alone and after that we'd talk to Sophia. We all knew
I wouldn't keep anything secret from her. Not anymore.

        "Oh my God!" I grinned at the view, clapping my hands as we
found ourselves overlooking a waterfall in the middle of the jungle.

        The falls weren't overly large, but breathtaking all the same.
The water took a hundred foot plunge, easily, and we could look down
at a canopy of lush rainforest growing around a tropical pond of
bright blue water with a half-dozen rainbows drifting through the
mist. Getting up there had been a pain in the butt, literally, but the
trip was worth it.

        "Here. We'll rest, ja?" Eva was unrolling a thin bamboo mat on
the grass trying to grow beneath the trees.

        It was cool in the shade and we were up pretty high in the
mountains that formed the center of the island. Off in the distance I
could see the ocean ten or twelve miles away probably and above the
horizon a line of dark clouds approaching fast. It rained every day in
Tahiti and almost at the exact same time, about an hour before sunset.
Hawaii had been the same way and I always wondered why.

        "I wish I had a house up here," I said, relaxing as Wolfgang
opened a cheap, Styrofoam cooler he'd bought in Papeete. He had some
Australian wine in there, a blush Chablis packed in ice, and that
stuff was probably bruised pretty badly after our ride. Luckily it was
only about ten bucks a bottle, so who would ever be able to tell? Not
me.

        "Are you cold?" Wolfgang asked, eyeing me in the sarong I'd
stolen from Gabby's wardrobe after the shoot.

        It was the same sarong I'd been wearing earlier and I was
determined to keep it. Underneath, I wore orange bikini bottoms with
strings, but I'd traded my bikini top for a t-shirt though, a baby
blue one that said "Tuna Friendy" across the back and nothing else.
I'd thought that was pretty cool and I had no idea what it was
supposed to mean. Friendy isn't even a word, is it?

        "No, I'm fine," I told him, watching as the man sat down
beside us, moving with the same easy grace his sister did. They were
quite a pair and Wolfgang smiled when he caught my eyes.

        "You are fine," he agreed gently, meaning it the way most men
wouldn't. He was complimenting the person I was inside, not my
appearance or my success, and I liked that very much.

        "So..." I cleared my throat with a small blush. "You're going to
explain everything now, right?"

        "Mmmm..." Eva nodded, stretching out on the blanket and closing
her eyes for a long moment.


    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


        She was hunched over on the bed, naked with her long, pale
legs drawn up near her small breasts, hugging her knees and rocking
anxiously back and forth on the dirty mattress. Every now and again
Eva would shiver, but she made no sound and despite her fatigue, the
girl's dull blue eyes never left the door. It was shut tight and
locked from the other side. There were no windows, no other furniture
but that metal cot bolted to the cement floor and the thin mattress,
stained and stinking of mildew.

        She'd told him everything she knew, many times over the past
week, changing her story until the lies gave way to the truth as he
knew they would. The young woman had been beaten, but not severely,
only enough to put the fear of it into her. Hunger and a lack of
sleep, and most especially the drugs he'd used to punish and reward
the policewoman were much more effective than physical torture. And he
was not a cruel man, not in that sense, but merely ruthless and
efficient. That Eva had been his lover for nearly a year might have
made some small difference. She knew he'd been fond of her once.

        When the door opened the man might have wanted anything. To
feed her, bathe her, give her the heroin Eva was addicted to, or
perhaps to finally kill her. The possibilities were endless and she
was of no mind to speculate, but could only focus on her base instinct
for survival. Eva was already crawling to the edge of her small bed as
he locked the door behind him, panting with the hunger of her
addiction. She wanted to see the needle in his hand, the rubber tubing
that he would use on her arm, but this time he only wanted sex.

        He gently stroked Eva's dirty hair while he stood there,
watching as the girl's fingers fumbled with his trousers. When the
man's penis was free and growing thick inside Eva's mouth, he reached
lower, bending over to find her small breasts and long nipples. He
played with Eva that way while she nursed on his cock eagerly,
desperate to please him. If she was good he would reward her with the
drugs her body craved. She could smell and taste another woman on him,
a recent cunt that he'd fucked, and the flavor was oily, the odor
pungent with the musk of their sex.

        The man pinched Eva's nipples hard, tugging at them painfully
so that he could hear her gasp around his thick manhood. He'd told her
many times how attractive he found the girl. She was his type, as he
liked to say, tall and lithe, very athletic with her narrow body and
flat chest. Her face wasn't beautiful, no one would call her that, but
pretty might have described her not so long before. She had high
cheeks and a small mouth, a pointed nose and the most wonderfully blue
eyes anyone had ever seen to compliment her fine platinum hair. It was
her eyes he enjoyed and Eva gave them to the man, keeping her face
tilted upward and watching his thin lips curl with pleasure.

        His cock was long and swollen, uncircumcised as well and Eva
moved the soft skin back and forth with her hands while she sucked
him. He liked to have his foreskin played with, which had seemed odd
to her in the beginning, but after so many months it was only natural
for Eva to pull on his prick with her fist and gather the wrinkled
flesh with her lips and teeth. Even erect like he was, the man's
prepuce was generous and covered the bulbous glans easily. Precum
tainted with recent ejaculate oozed out of it like thin milk and Eva
used the tip of her delicate tongue so enter the soft hole, burrowing
inside that small tube of skin and tickling his cockhead.

        She used her other hand to free the man's balls and he had a
large, healthy sack lightly covered with dark, matted hair. Eva rolled
his testes with her nervous fingers, caressing them and squeezing them
carefully. She would pull at the man's scrotum as she opened her mouth
wide and took half of his cock easily into her warm, wet mouth. Eva
was the best cocksucker he'd ever had, the man liked to say, praising
the girl in the most vulgar terms and encouraging her to open her
throat and take all of him.

        Eva performed the trick easily now that the man's cock was wet
and slippery with her saliva. Spittle ran from her mouth and down her
chin and neck. Some of it would drip to the floor in long, silvery
strands. Eva held her throat open, pushing her face forward and
letting the man's cock slide across her tongue and into the waiting
hole of her throat. She would hold him that way, moving her jaw like a
snake, mouthing the base of his cock and trying to swallow around him.
The tiny muscles in her pharynx massaged the man's penis, contracting
around him as if trying to pull him deeper into her throat.

        After some time, he released the girl's hardened nipples,
throbbing and well swollen from his deliberate attentions, and moved
his hands across her back and hips. It was awkward perhaps, but he was
tall and his hands found Eva's ass easily enough. He would grab
handfuls of her flesh and squeeze her while she continued to work on
his cock, and a moment later Eva spread her thighs, shifting her hips
as his fingers reached for her sex from behind.

        He seemed pleased to find her cunt wet with excitement.
Sometimes she was dry, despite the man's best efforts to arouse her,
but this time Eva was responding to his touch and she offered her
master a muffled moan as he split her ruddy labia with his fingertip.
He would penetrate the girl as deeply as he could, reaching along her
back and turning his body slightly to further his reach. Once his
finger was wetted, he'd slide it out and upward to the soft pucker of
her anus and push inside her there. Eva's asshole gave way without
protest and she arched her spine against the pressure, grunting as he
slipped inside her clasping rectum.

        All the while, as the man moved his finger back and forth
between her cunt and ass, Eva continued to suckle his prick. Her head
was buried against his clothing, trapped in the humid air smelling of
his sweat and piss and the stench of another woman's cum. She
swallowed his precum mixed with her spit, as much as she could while
the rest of it spilled from her lips. He would be a long time cumming,
as always, and it was rare that Eva could bring him off with her mouth
and hands before he grew impatient.

        Most often he would want her cunt at the end, to finish inside
her and he had a fetish for that. A perversion to fill Eva's womb with
his seed and know the girl was fertile. She'd had two abortions over
the year she'd been with him, each within days of learning she was
carrying his child, and Eva was grateful it was enough for him to
merely know she was pregnant; he didn't need to actually see it.

        So it was this time that the man eventually pushed Eva's mouth
off his cock. He held her chin in his left hand, sliding his dirty
finger between her bruised lips so that Eva could taste the sharp
flavor of her own sex. The faintly bitter taste of her asshole was
there as well, but she did little except fix her eyes on his and wash
the man's digit clean. He smiled while he fucked her mouth that way,
slowly moving his finger back and forth over her wriggling tongue.

        Once satisfied with that, he turned her around, pushing and
pulling at the girl until her knees were on the edge of the mattress.
Eva dropped her head low, crossing her arms beneath her chin with her
ass raised high and her sex vulnerable to him. She was eager for this,
nodding to herself and even smiling, thinking that soon he would be
finished and give her the reward she desired. He'd fix her with the
heroin she needed and let her fall into the mind numbing pleasure of
narcotic bliss. The anticipation was nearly unbearable to the girl and
she wagged her hips, offering him the wordless begging of wanton
whore.

        The desire for the drug was much like that she might have felt
for sex with a man she loved. There was little enough difference in
Eva's behavior. Her body was warm, flushed with sweat as she knelt
trembling and willing. Her legs were spread and the wetness trickled
from between her pink labia. Her skin was wet with it and he could
feel the small spasms inside her cunt as her body struggled with the
adrenaline her rapid heart was feeding on. She held her breath while
the man rubbed his naked prick along her slit, teasing her and chiding
her gently for being such a slut. The words were wasted and meant
little to Eva, only his cock mattered, and that merely so that she
could get her fix when he was finished.

        Eva gasped loudly as the air was kicked from her lungs. He'd
lodged his cockhead at the entrance to her cunt, letting it rest there
while he took firm hold of her narrow hips. Without warning he punched
into her sex violently, driving his cock inside the unprepared girl
with all of his strength. The man's blunt cockhead found the bottom of
Eva's pussy with a shock of pain, for she wasn't very deep at all. The
girl's sex was small inside and always tight at first. The man knew
it, of course, and most often took her slowly in the beginning. But
not this time. Not today.

        Her thin muscles burned in protest as they were forced to
stretch around the man's thick penis. Tears filled Eva's eyes and she
shut them tightly, wincing beneath the painful experience and fighting
to regain the air her heaving lungs had lost. She imagined she could
feel something tearing inside her, as if the man was ripping her
vagina apart, and she sobbed pitiably with newfound fear.

        He fucked her that way for several minutes, withdrawing his
penis nearly completely, as if cocking a pistol, and then pulling
Eva's hips back to meet his urgent lunge. This was her punishment and
Eva didn't attempt to escape it. She was helpless and broken beneath
him and only when the man was satisfied by her soft weeping did he
relent and assume a more gentle, almost tender union with the girl. He
stroked her quivering flesh, sliding his hands up and down Eva's back
while he worked his cock in and out of her pussy at a leisurely pace.

        This was better and the pain was fading quickly. Eva ventured
a look over her shoulder, giving the man her injured eyes and he
smiled in reply. After bruising the girl's sex, he now offered her
comfort and his hands were soothing to her taut flesh. Eva was able to
relax slowly, letting the pain go away and with it much of her earlier
fear. He was sliding his cock in and out of her sex easily, working
himself inside the girl with a comforting familiarity that Eva's
feverish mind embraced. He wouldn't hurt her anymore, she thought. The
worst was over and now she could concentrate on making it good for
him.

        She began moving with the man, pushing herself back to meet
his cock, and the small discomfort that lingered in her battered cunt
was barely noticed. They'd made love this way countless times and Eva
was able to find some semblance of genuine pleasure in the jumble of
confused memories that filled her. The lack of nourishment and sleep,
and her addiction to the drugs denied the girl any cohesion of
thought, there was only purpose, and that was to please the man who
owned her.

        Eva tried to concentrate on finding the rhythm he wanted and
though she moved with only a portion of her customary grace, it was
still good enough for the man behind her. She was moving her ass in a
slow, deliberate circle, rotating her hips as she'd work her pussy
along the shaft buried inside her. Eva was doing all the work, moaning
with unfeigned desire as her body responded to the mounting pleasure.
Her nipples burned and itched as she moved her body across the
mattress, pushing back less with her arms than with her shoulders. Eva
tightened her stomach and arched her spine, drew tight the long sinews
in her thighs, and all of that tension was felt inside her cunt.

        The man was breathing harder, panting soft words of
encouragement as he voiced his own exhilaration. His hands roamed the
girl's body, pinching and pulling, stroking her damp skin while he
thrust his hips against her. Soon he would cum for her, very soon as
Eva struggled to join him. The ecstasy of sex was proving itself a
brief, but powerful antidote to the raw hunger for heroin. She clung
to that momentary relief with every ounce of energy her bewildered
mind possessed. She wasn't merely surrendering to the pleasure of
being fucked by the man who'd caged her like an animal, Eva was
embracing it. She sought escape in the sudden rush of endorphins her
climax brought. It was better than any drug, and if only for those few
precious minutes, Eva was free of the torment her life had become.


    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


        "Who was he?" I asked Eva after a long moment of silence.
She'd spoken for half an hour at least, the words coming quickly in a
dull, emotionless voice.

        "He was Friedrich Dubert," she said, pronouncing the name Dew-
bare.

        "He's French?"

        "Alsatian," Wolfgang answered for her. "French by birth,
German by blood. His father was a merchant in Strasbourg and his
mother from Kehl, a servant girl in the Dubert household. The bastard
took his father's name, which is not uncommon."

        "You seem to know a lot about him," I observed and Wolfgang
shrugged.

        "I spent a long time looking for him," he said. "Once he
learned the truth about Eva, that he was being investigated, Dubert
went into hiding."

        "He took Eva with him?" I asked and she nodded.

        "He loved me, I think," Eva sighed. "He couldn't let me go and
he wouldn't kill me."

        "He just locked you up?"

        "Ja. In the beginning," she said. "He would give me drugs,
only enough so that I would want more."

        "What about the police? They must have been looking for you..."

        "Not officially," Wolfgang told me. "Losing Eva was
embarrassing for her superiors; they didn't want anyone to know how
they'd failed her."

        "They left me there," Eva said softly. "When they knew I was
in trouble. And after it was too late..." she shrugged. "It was too
late."

        "But you found her," I said to Wolfgang.

        "In Hamburg," he agreed. "Eva was working as a prostitute by
then. Dubert used her to entertain his Russian friends, the men he was
in business with."

        "What business?" I asked.

        "Hamburg is the second busiest seaport in Europe," Wolfgang
explained. "So it is easy to move weapons and drugs, restricted
technology, almost anything you can think of. A shipment of machine
parts from Russia might have one container filled with anti-tank
rockets. When the ship stopped in Hamburg, Dubert would switch that
container with another and put it with a shipment of fertilizer bound
for Libya, for example."

        "So he was just the middleman."

        "Precisely," Wolfgang nodded. "So long as the cargo never left
the port, it never went through customs. The German's wouldn't look
too closely at anything but the paperwork. Moving the goods like that,
switching transports in Hamburg, made it very difficult for anyone
trying to track suspected shipments."

        "They'd be following the wrong cargo." I looked at Eva.
"That's what you were supposed to investigate? It sounds like a job
for the CIA or somebody."

        "No." she shook her head. "We thought he was just a drug
dealer. A pimp. We didn't know his real business."

        "That was part of the problem," Wolfgang said. "Why Eva was
abandoned. After Dubert disappeared, the Berlin police learned that
they had compromised a Bundespolizei investigation into Dubert's
possible connection with supplying weapons to terrorists."

        "So they wanted to forget the whole thing, I bet."

        "Exactly," Wolfgang agreed. "There was a lot of trouble over
this. Many countries were interested, including the United States, and
the Berlin police were trying to cover their tracks."

        "Cover their asses," I sighed. "So they blamed Eva?"

        "No," Wolfgang actually smiled at his sister. "That would have
made more problems for them. Losing an officer is always bad, but Eva
had turned informant for Dubert. She gave him copies of files, lists
of witnesses and the evidence against him. To admit any of that would
have been disastrous for a department already in trouble."

        "So what did they do?"

        "They killed me," Eva said with a laugh. "They found a body
someplace, some girl, and put my name on her."

        "What?" I blinked at her, but she was serious and Wolfgang was
nodding his head.

        "Eva died a hero," he said, stroking the girl's thigh
affectionately and she smiled up at him. "The matter was quickly
closed and that was the end of it."

        "And you were...what? Part of the anti-terrorism investigation
thing?" I asked Wolfgang.

        "No," he shook his head. "Not directly, but I was aware of it.
I was newly assigned to GSG-9 then, still learning my job."

        "You knew this Dubert guy though."

        "I knew of him," Wolfgang agreed. "GSG-9 is part of the
Bundespolizei, the Federal Police, it was very simple to put the
pieces together. After I was dismissed and discovered Eva is my
sister..."

        "You found her," I said.

        "I found Dubert," he shrugged. "That was shortly after I'd
heard Eva was dead."

        "What did you do?" I asked. "I mean, if they said she was
killed, then what were you looking for?"

        "Revenge," Wolfgang said.


    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


        He rapped lightly on the door of the apartment and being
expected as he was, Wolfgang was greeted warmly. Angela Schmidt, or
simply Geli as she preferred, was an attractive woman and she knew it.
The forty-four year old woman, held the edge of her door with her left
hand high. Her right hand was on her hip as she offered the man a
petulant smile.

        "You're late," she said. "I was thinking of going out."

        "I was delayed," Wolfgang shrugged, removing his hand from
behind his back. "It's not so easy to find roses in Berlin this time
of year."

        "A gentleman!" Geli laughed lightly, making her suddenly seem
twenty years younger. She took the flowers, a half-dozen red roses,
with a graceful gesture and stood aside to let the man enter.

        "I'm not sure of the customs," Wolfgang said, looking around
the large sitting room and finding it warm and comfortable.

        "You've never been with a woman?" Geli smiled at him. "Sit
there. I'll fix us something to drink. What do you like?"

        "Do you have brandy?" Wolfgang approached the fireplace. It
was no longer usable as the old building had long been converted to
natural gas, but well crafted and decorative enough to remain.

        "My favorite," the woman replied, standing at a small bar, an
antique liquor cart filled with many different bottles.

        Wolfgang reached for the mantle where a dozen framed
photographs overlapped each other. The one that caught his immediate
attention was in a silver frame, in the center of the others. The girl
was young, all of sixteen perhaps, smiling for the camera with hair
white as snow and eyes blue as a summer sky. She bore some resemblance
to Geli in the shape of her face, but it was their eyes that made the
connection obvious. Geli's were equally blue, equally bright, and they
were smiling as she approached the man with his drink.

        "My daughter," she said as Wolfgang replaced the photograph
carefully. "Eva."

        "She's very pretty," Wolfgang said, taking his brandy from the
woman's delicate fingers.

        "Yes." Geli smiled at the photo.

        "And this man?" Wolfgang reached for another picture, lifting
it carefully.

        "Are you sure you're not a policeman?" She laughed, teasing
Wolfgang. "I've been blessed with many...friends."

        "I see." Wolfgang nodded, looking at the photo of his father
with his arm around Geli, smiling for the camera as they sat over a
romantic dinner. It was a picture of the sort tourists buy and he
wondered where it had been taken.

        "I would like to be your friend tonight," Geli whispered,
standing close as she reached around Wolfgang, pressing her hand to
his stomach, sliding it lower.

        "Of course," Wolfgang said, putting the picture back on the
mantle and turning slowly. "Do I pay first, or..."

        "Mmmm..." Geli gave him a tiny shrug. "Pay now and we can relax,
yes?"

        Wolfgang had already prepared the money and he reached into
his suit, producing a plain, white envelope.

        "Just put it there," Geli's eyes darted towards the mantle.
"Perhaps you would like me to do...this?"

        Wolfgang narrowed his eyes, watching the woman's amused face
as she sank gracefully to her knees in front of him. He'd never been
with a prostitute before and hadn't been entirely sure what to expect.
The man had intended to talk with her, that was all. He'd arranged
this liaison through the escort agency Geli worked for, but the idea
of having sex with his father's mistress, with the mother of his half-
sister...

        She was beautiful though, more so than her daughter, and
Wolfgang admired Geli's conscious pose as she opened his trousers
easily. The woman wore a pink satin bathrobe which had been closed and
knotted previously, but somehow the sash had come undone and Geli
smiled up at the man as she shrugged her pale shoulders and let the
robe fall down her back with a whisper.

        Now she wore a bra and panties, a matched set in black lace
which contrasted starkly with her white skin. Her body was tall and
thin, very firm despite her age, and Geli's breasts seemed especially
perfect the way only silicone can be. Nevertheless, they were
attractive in their sensual bondage and Wolfgang didn't stop the woman
as she pulled his semi-hard penis free.

        "Hmmm...Very nice." Geli decided happily as she fondled
Wolfgang's prick, holding it on her left palm and stroking it with the
fingers of her right hand. "We're going to be good friends tonight, I
think."

        "Perhaps the, uh...bedroom?" Wolfgang cleared his throat,
holding his drink and unsure of what to do with his other hand.

        "Later," Geli breathed, pursing her red lips and kissing the
head of his uncircumcised cock where it was already exposed. "I want
you to last a long time when we make love."

        "Ohhh..." Wolfgang said with a nod, letting his breath out
slowly as the woman took his cock inside her mouth. She was wet and
warm and her tongue was well-practiced with the intimacies of
fellatio.

        Geli sucked his cock patiently, moving her mouth up and down
the shaft, drawing her cheeks inward as she coaxed him to full
erection. He was well built and larger than average, thick and long
with a slight upward curve which Geli seemed to enjoy a great deal.
She'd pulled Wolfgang's foreskin back and washed his smooth cockhead
with her extended tongue, keeping her eyes on his face while she
licked around the pronounced ridge.

        "Do you mind?" Wolfgang asked after setting his drink aside.
He was reaching for Geli's hair which was pinned up in a fashionable
coif with thin silver combs.

        He let the woman's hair come loose and the difference was
startling as her platinum hair fell in a soft cascade around Geli's
shoulders. She looked much more like her daughter, Wolfgang thought,
and hardly in her mid-forties. He wondered at how truly beautiful the
woman must have been at twenty, when she'd given birth to her only
child. It was no wonder his father had loved this woman. That she was
a whore would have made little difference to the man, as evidenced by
his seeming devotion. For almost ten years he'd found the means to
support Geli, seven of those after Eva was born and Wolfgang had no
doubt that his father had made every effort to care for the girl.

        But sex and physical beauty alone could not explain everything
and Wolfgang was not so foolish as to think he would ever completely
understand his father's motives. Perhaps it was simply love. Whatever
the reason, Wolfgang's mother had turned a blind eye to what she must
have suspected, and so the son felt no anger or animosity towards
Geli. He couldn't blame her, only his father, and he was now in
prison.

        "There was perhaps a sense of justice when I took her to bed,"
Wolfgang admitted with a shrug and I'd been watching Eva, wondering at
her casual acceptance of what her brother was telling me.

        "Because she was your dad's mistress?" I asked him.

        "Yeah," Wolfgang said. "I was taking what he could no longer
have. What he most wanted, I think."

        "He is the devil, ja?" Eva laughed lightly, lying on her back
with her head in my lap. "Fucking my mother. Don't believe Wolfgang is
so innocent."

        "Does it bother you?" I asked her, simply because it didn't
seem to.

        "No," Eva said with a curious smile. "Why should it? I knew my
mother was a whore and my brother is a man. He did not know me."

        "I would have fucked her anyway," Wolfgang chuckled. "The both
of you at the same time. I would have enjoyed that."

        "Hmmm..." Eva tilted her head so she could pout at him. "Don't
be perverse."

        "No?" Wolfgang shook his head. "You wouldn't do it?"

        "Watch you fuck her?" Eva shrugged and brought her eyes back
to me. "I would have helped him."

        "Really?" I giggled and rolled my eyes, stroking her hair
slowly.

        "Ja," she agreed with a sigh. "I am so helpless for him."

        "Geli knew who I was anyway," Wolfgang said. "In the morning,
after our shower together, she asked me if I'd seen my father."

        "She knew the whole time?" I looked at him and Wolfgang
shrugged.

        "Perhaps. I think so," he said.

        "They are very much alike," Eva told me. "They have the same
eyes, the same smile. My mother would know him instantly."

        "I guess she didn't have any problems with it, huh?" I
laughed. "That must have been weird."

        "She asked me why I'd come to her," Wolfgang explained. "If I
was angry, if I wanted...something. I told her I wanted to find my
sister, that was all."

        Geli opened her dresser and removed a thin packet of letters
bound with a rubber band. She was damp and pink from the shower, naked
but for a pair of panties and a towel, worn like a turban around her
hair. Wolfgang was drying himself, standing in the bathroom doorway
with his cock still semi-hard, swollen and dark after fucking the
woman. She'd asked him to wear condoms during the night, but in the
shower she hadn't said a word as she rolled her ass against his
erection. Wolfgang had been washing her back with soapy hands and as
Geli reached down to guide his cock inside her, he reached around to
hold the woman's breasts.

        They'd made love that way, with Geli's back against his chest,
grinding her cunt on his penis beneath the hot spray. It was even
better than it had been the night before. Wolfgang's naked cock
thrusting into her sex eagerly, finding her still tight and hot as
Geli used her skilled pussy to grip the shaft and hold him inside her.
She turned her head, begging for a kiss and moaning as Wolfgang
squeezed her firm tits, thumbing the woman's dark, blood engorged
nipples. She accepted his tongue for several minutes, until Wolfgang's
patience expired and he pushed the woman down.

        Geli had braced herself against the tiled wall, gasping and
arching her spine while Wolfgang held her hips and plunged his cock
inside her quickly. He enjoyed the view of her pale ass slapping
against his body, the vision of his long cock appearing and
disappearing between the woman's thick labia. He pulled her cheeks
apart and admired the way her puckered anus would spasm with the
contractions of her cunt. She was cumming and Wolfgang stabbed his
erection deeply into the woman, holding his father's mistress impaled
on his prick with the sublime walls of her sex trembling around him.

        "I'm going to cum," Wolfgang warned her, offering Geli the
choice and she pushed herself back with a sudden urgency.

        "Good...Yes...Ummm...Inside me...I want to feel it..." she told him
between gasps and groans, panting beneath the weight of her unending
climax.

        Wolfgang did not disappoint her, but took Geli hard and fast
for a minute more before loosing his seed inside her eager womb. She
kept him inside for several minutes, until long after his orgasm had
passed. She reached for the faucet and turned the water off before
letting him withdraw slowly from between her legs. Geli didn't wash
herself clean, but dried her body quickly before pulling a pair of
panties tight against her sperm laden sex. She smiled at Wolfgang's
reflection in the mirror, wiping at the fog with her hand.

        "Tell me now," she'd said with a small smile. "How is your
father? I read about him in the newspapers. Have you seen him
recently?"

        "I don't know what you mean..." Wolfgang said slowly, trying to
mask his surprise at being found out, but Geli was shaking her head.

        "You look very much like him," she said into the mirror and
then turned around, letting her gaze fall. "But you're bigger than he
is."

        "Mmmm..." Wolfgang smiled self-consciously. "He's in prison,
awaiting his trial. I haven't spoken to him."

        "You should," Geli said seriously, bringing her brilliant blue
eyes to his. "He spoke of you often when he was here. I was very
jealous of your mother..." she was quiet for a moment. "Is she well?"

        "My mother? No," Wolfgang answered slowly. "She died last
year."

        "Oh," Geli said softly. "I'm sorry."

        "She was very ill," he told her. "It was better for her to end
it."

        "And that is why you're here?" Geli asked him. "Have you come
to...hurt me?"

        "No." Wolfgang sighed, closing his eyes for several seconds.
"I didn't intend to..."

        "It's alright." Geli relaxed noticeably, letting out a deep
breath.

        "I want to find my sister," Wolfgang said, clearing his throat
and remembering the towel in his hands. He began drying himself again.

        "May I ask why?" Geli asked over her shoulder as she left the
bathroom and entered her bedroom.

        "I..." Wolfgang moved to the doorway. "I have no one else now."

        "Like me," she said with a smile, opening the drawer of her
dresser. "That is life, yes?"

        "I don't know," Wolfgang answered honestly. "I just...I have no
life anymore."

        "I understand." Eva withdrew her letters, pulling the envelope
on top free of the rubber band. "I haven't seen Eva in a long time,
but she writes...Used to write."

        She turned to the man, holding her letter and regarding it
with a sad smile. Geli came to a decision with a nod of her head, and
she walked over to Wolfgang, offering the envelope for him to take.

        "This is her last letter to me," she said. "It isn't very
recent, I'm afraid. Maybe it will help you."

        "Thank you," Wolfgang said.

        "If you find her will you ask her to..." Geli shrugged. "Just
tell her I'm well. I love her."

        "Of course," Wolfgang said with a small bow of his head,
looking at the letter in his hand.

        "You can see yourself out, I think," Geli said with an
apologetic smile. "I would like to lie down."

        "Yes," Wolfgang agreed and they said nothing further while he
dressed and finally slipped out of the woman's bedroom. He paused in
the sitting room, removing Eva's photograph from its silver frame. He
thought Geli would forgive him for that.


    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


        "Aiii...Shit!" I laughed as the clouds broke over us with a
sudden downpour. I hadn't even noticed that the tropical squall had
reached the island, we'd been so intent on listening to Wolfgang's
story.

        "Hurry!" Eva was giggling as she pulled me to my feet and
Wolfgang was opening the passenger door of the Land Cruiser for us.

        There's no other rain like it, the deluge that comes almost
without warning in the equatorial tropics. In the minute that it took
for the three of us to pile into the vehicle, we were well soaked. We
probably could have just sat there and waited it out, such things
lasting only fifteen or twenty minutes usually and wet is wet, after
all. But this was better and Eva was kneeling on the seat, digging
through the back for a towel. I slapped her butt as it wiggled back
and forth in her tight pants, drawing a wave of her hand.

        "Do you think she got pregnant?" I asked Wolfgang, because
he'd made it sound like that's what Geli wanted.

        "Here. Give me this," Eva said, meaning my head as she started
scrubbing my wet hair with a thin beach towel.

        "Heh!" Wolfgang chuckled at us and I was making a face at
Eva's enthusiasm. "I don't know. It's possible."

        "You didn't wonder about it?" I asked him, using a corner of
the towel to wipe my face and neck.

        "I haven't seen her again," he shrugged, undoing the three
buttons holding his shirt closed and peeling the white silk from his
body.

        The rain was very loud and the wind had picked up, but there
was no thunder or lightning, nothing like that. Once I was almost sort
of dry, Eva gave the towel to her brother and started lifting my t-
shirt. I might have protested, but it was fun and I didn't mind. I had
to lift my arms and bend over, giggling along with Eva as the cotton
was pulled inside out along my back and over my tits as they hung wet
and heavy beneath me.

        "I'm cold," I pouted playfully, turning sideways in the middle
of the bench seat and leaning my back against Wolfgang's chest.

        "I'll warm you," he promised, turning as and hugging me around
my tummy. I crossed my arms over his, bringing my knees up and facing
Eva as she draped my t-shirt over the back of the driver's seat.

        "Take yours off too," I told the girl, since Wolfgang and I
were both topless now.

        "I am, ja," she agreed with a little tongue between her lips
and I sighed as I watched Eva pull her halter top up and over her
head.

        She was feeling the chill as well, but only because we were so
used to the warmth of the sun. Now it was cloudy and we were probably
a thousand feet above the ocean, and wet...So yeah, it was a little cool
and I eyed her thick, brown nipples as they stood out like bullets
from her nearly flat chest. Eva was combing her fingers through her
hair, turned dark with the rain, and she looked like such a tomboy. I
could see her muscles moving beneath her lightly tanned skin, flexing
and undulating with every gesture she made.

        Eva was making my cock hard. They both were. Wolfgang held me
tightly with his chin on my left shoulder, his fingers curling gently
against my ribs. I could feel his smooth chest and stomach against my
back, solid as stone and yet somehow soft and warm and alive. His thin
beard tickled and I could hear his breath moving past my ear. I could
smell him, I thought, the faint scent of a long day walking through
Papeete. It was a man smell and not unpleasant to me at all.

        "I hope he did it," Eva said, smiling as she found a place
between my legs, laying with her wet air on my tummy and her feet
high, the girl's toes wiggling against the glass of the passenger door
which had become fogged.

        "Did what?" I wondered, putting my arms around her shoulders,
crossing them at the wrists as I covered her small breasts with my
palms.

        "Made a baby," she said, looking up at me with a grin. "I will
have a sister and a niece, ja?"

        "A brother and a nephew?" I giggled.

        "Don't encourage her," Wolfgang said with a soft chuckle.

        "Well..." Eva sighed. "She would not be alone anyway, if
Wolfgang gave her a child."

        "Do you miss her?" I asked Eva and the girl nodded.

        "Sometimes I do," she said. "But no...She was a very bad
mother."

        "Really? How?" I asked. "She didn't, um...you know..."

        "Abuse me?" Eva giggled. "No, no...I mean to say she spoiled me
terribly. Wolfgang will tell you..."

        "It's true," the man agreed with a theatrical sigh.

        "...I must get what I want now or I will have the worst
seizures..."

        "Fits," Wolfgang corrected her. "You will have a fit."

        "Ja ja...I'm talking," Eva giggled. "Shut-up now."

        "The good thing for Eva," Wolfgang said, ignoring her command,
"is that she doesn't know what she wants."

        "I do!" she protested.

        "And all you have to do is wait five minutes and she'll change
her mind anyway," he laughed. "You'll see."

        "Don't listen to him," Eva sighed. "I'm his little sister, so
of course he must pick on me."

        "Naturally," I smiled at her, teasing her wonderfully long
nipples with my fingernails.

        "I was much happier as an only child," Wolfgang said.

        "Liar!" Eva laughed. "I want you to be nice now. Cindy is
tired to hear your outrageous lies about me."

        "And tonight she will want me to be bad," Wolfgang said, and
then put his mouth on my ear. "She'll ask me to tie her to the bed and
punish her."

        "Hmmmm..." I smiled, shrugging my shoulder against his ticklish
breath.

        "What is he saying now?" Eva asked me. "Never mind. Keep your
secrets. I don't care."

        "Shhh..." I shushed the girl with a smile. "I think the rain is
stopping."


    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


        Wolfgang bent his knees, squatting to retrieve two brass shell
casings and slipping them into a small ziplock bag from his pocket. He
tugged at the nylon stocking covering his head, both to obscure his
features and minimize the amount of trace evidence he might leave
behind. There would be some, that was inevitable, but there was little
sense in making it any easier for investigators than he needed to.
After he was finished, Wolfgang would lose all of the clothing he
wore, dump his weapon, and with luck disappear forever.

          The early morning light filled the spacious apartments.
Friedrich Dubert lived well and enjoyed his comforts, among them the
modern penthouse located in the old section of Hamburg. The large
sitting room offered a wonderful view of the many canals crossing the
predominantly commercial district. It is an odd fact that Hamburg has
more bridges than Amsterdam and Venice combined, although in all
fairness the German city lacks much of their old world charm. Wolfgang
cared for none of that as he crossed the sitting room quickly and
quietly, the rubber soles of his shoes sinking into the thick
carpeting. Behind him, inside the foyer and slumped against the wall,
Dubert's bodyguard stared sightlessly down at his feet. Rudolf had
been entirely too predictable in his morning routine of buying the
morning paper, a pack of American Marlboro cigarettes, and a box of
strudel. On this particular morning it had cost him his life.

        Outside the closed door of the master bedroom, Wolfgang
paused, tilting his head and listening intently. From the other side
he could hear the faint sounds of a bed creaking, a low moan followed
by a soft, high-pitched giggle, and the soft murmur of a man's voice.

        "Like that...Bitch...Yes..."

        The bitch would be Dubert's companion from the evening
previously, a long legged blonde who worked one of the local clubs.
Wolfgang had spent a week watching, making his plans and waiting for
the best opportunity. He had little doubt that Dubert was under
surveillance by the German Bundespolizei and so the risks were not
small. Killing the man would be the easy part, getting away with it
would be more problematic. Until recently that might have made a
difference, perhaps even have saved Herr Dubert's life, but not
anymore. Not since Eva's much publicized funeral in Berlin.

        Wolfgang no longer cared what might happen after he killed his
sister's murderer.

        He tightened his gloved right hand around the pistol he
carried, a Glock 19 fitted with a long suppressor. It was the
"compact" version of the Glock 17, the standard issue firearm for
GSG-9, and Wolfgang was very familiar with the weapon. The only real
difference between the two weapons being a shorter barrel and grip.
He'd used two 9mm rounds on Rudolf and the thirteen remaining bullets
would be more than enough for Dubert. Wolfgang's index finger
tightened until he felt the faint sensation of the trigger safety
disengage through the thin latex of the surgical glove. At the same
time he was turning the doorknob slowly, keeping the door itself tight
against the jam.

        Dubert and his girlfriend were naked on the bed, facing away
from the door. He had the woman on her back, with her legs over his
shoulders while he knelt between her thighs, driving his swollen penis
in and out of her cunt. This made it easy for Wolfgang, who stood in
the open doorway pointing his pistol at the oblivious pair from less
than three meters away. He wasted little time admiring the view, but
crossed to the bed quickly, grabbing Dubert by his thin black hair and
yanking the man upright so that he was sitting awkwardly between his
ankles.

        "Don't talk," Wolfgang whispered, pressing the cold steel of
the suppressor against the back of Dubert's neck.

        The blonde, flushed and panting with the exertions of sex,
blinked in confusion as her long legs fell away from her lover. She
appeared not to see, or at least comprehend, that they were no longer
alone. She stared at Wolfgang's dark, distorted face for a full three
seconds before she opened her mouth as if to scream.

        "Shhh...Sit up," Wolfgang told her. "Slowly. Put your hands on
your head. Do it. Now!"

        "Whoever you are..." Dubert started saying slowly, only to jerk
as he felt the gun being pressed harder against his sweaty skin.

        "Be quiet," Wolfgang told the man, watching as the woman
hesitated and then moved, doing as he'd instructed. He was relieved
that she was handling herself so well, Wolfgang didn't want to hurt
her at all.

        "...I can pay you," Dubert continued. "I have money. Just tell
me how much..."

        "Now, get off the bed..." Wolfgang told the girl. "Very slowly,
like that. Good girl...And go into the bathroom...Over there...Go inside and
close the door. You may lock it behind you. I won't hurt you. Go on..."

        "What about Freddie?" she asked softly, her voice quivering as
she paused at the bathroom door.

        "He'll be fine," Wolfgang lied. "But if you come out of there
before I am gone, I will shoot you in the face."

        "Oh!" She jerked at that, losing what little color she still
had, and quickly closed the bathroom door behind her with an audible
click as the woman locked it.

        "Now you can talk," Wolfgang said to Dubert, pulling the man
once more by the hair, dragging him backward and off-balance from the
bed to the floor.

        "Ah! Bitch! What do you want? Who are you?" Dubert asked,
sprawled naked on the carpet as Wolfgang took a step back and then
another. "Answer me!"

        Pffft!

        "Arrrgh!" Dubert screamed as his left kneecap seemed to
explode with blood and cartilage. He clutched at the wound with his
hands, trembling and suddenly pale as he writhed in pain.

        "Do you want to ask more questions?" Wolfgang asked him in a
soft voice. "I have the answers," he held up the gun, "right here."

        "Wha...Why?" Dubert managed to gasp and the Glock spit its
violent reply into the man's right kneecap.

        Pffft!

        "Gaahhh!" Dubert's body didn't attempt to curl up this time,
but rather stiffened as his spine went straight as a board. His hands
were clenched at his sides and his face was a mask of torment.

        "Now that you know what I want and why..." Wolfgang said,
approaching the man and squatting beside him, mindful of the blood
soaking into the carpet. "I have a question for you."

        Wolfgang reached into his jacket, pulling out Eva's
photograph, the one he'd taken from Geli's apartment. The one he'd
been carrying for nearly six months while he tracked her across
Germany. He held it out, coaxing Dubert in a gentle voice to focus his
eyes one last time and see the reason he was slipping into shock.

        "Do you remember her?" Wolfgang asked patiently.

        "Y-Yessss..." Dubert said between his chattering teeth. He was
sweating profusely and his pallor was deathly white.

        "Are you sorry you killed her?" Wolfgang wondered, not really
expecting an answer as he pressed his pistol against the man's
forehead. His finger tightened on the trigger...

        "N-No...not dead..." Dubert panted, the air rushing in and out of
his lungs like bellows stoking a fire.

        "What?" Wolfgang eased his finger.

        "Ebbb en eben strassss..." Dubert licked his lips, fighting to
get the words out.

        "Ebenstrasse?" Wolfgang asked and the man nodded weakly and
then groaned, lifting his head and turning his eyes downward, trying
to see his destroyed knees.

        "Ambulance," he breathed, bringing his eyes to Wolfgang's
face.

        "In a minute," he promised Dubert. "Eva is alive? She's here...
In Hamburg?"

        "Ja...Ebenstrasse..." The man swallowed thickly. "Club Nacht
Baden..."

        "Nacht Baden Leber? The cabaret?" Wolfgang asked and Dubert
nodded with a grimace, dropping his head to the carpet.

        "She is...there...safe," he said, closing his eyes against the
effort of speaking. "I need...doctor..."

        "No, you don't," Wolfgang told him, standing slowly and
stepping back. He took steady aim. "Not anymore."

        Pffft!




    End of Cinderella2 03
    TS.Severe@yahoo.com

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