Run - Chapter 45: Masterpiece (Ff oral masturbation)

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Chapter 45: Masterpiece

"It's still fluid right now, I'm sorry," Anna told them as they sat in one of the common areas near the bunk rooms. "All I know is they are closing in."

Finch fidgeted. They'd finally gotten some news around midnight when Anna had gathered them from their beds moment earlier. Around him sat his sister and brother, as well as the four Hendersons and Panthea. "And they've found Mom?" he asked hopefully.

Anna shook her head. "Not directly, no. They found a man who has been tracking her. Or, they almost found him. Right now, they're still looking for him. They know your mom is with him. That's the extent of it so far. I'll let you all know if we hear anything I can pass on."

The blonde stood up and left the room.

"This sucks so much, being stuck here!" Logan whined.

"Take ease," Henderson told them, "Bridgewater is on it. If anyone can find your Mom, it will be him."

"But we're just sitting here when we could help!" protested Logan.

"The most help you can be right now is to stay secure and in place. You can't do anything more to help your mom, my boy."

Logan pouted but didn't reply.

"Who is the guy?" Finch asked, "The guy tracking her that has her now."

Henderson said, "I suspect this is the man called Charles Utah. Not his real name, of course, but little is know about who he really is. Associate of your father's from years back. Utah's in the center of all this. Not really sure what he's playing at, but you can bet that he's got something up his sleeve. Crafty one, that man. Not so crafty as our man Bridgewater, but damned smart."

"Do you think he'll kill her?" Lauren asked quietly.

Henderson shook his head. "Doubtful. If he wanted her dead, I suspect he wouldn't have helped her weeks ago."

"Huh?" Finch was confused.

"There's word that your mother and her companion ran across Utah some weeks back and got some help from him. Maybe Utah didn't know what he had at the time, but I doubt it. If what I've learned is true, Utah knew your mother well. She was in Whitehead alongside your father."

Finch's jaw dropped. "What? I thought she knew nothing about that!"

"The work of Baron Quick is effective and difficult to betray, but I'm convinced your mother worked with your father and with Charles Utah before Quick did his work. Why Utah helped her and then let her go, I can't figure out."

"Maybe it was intentional," Juliana suggested, "he needed something first. Something which made it inconvenient to take her at first."

"Perhaps so," her husband replied. "I suspect he placed a tracker on her. That's how he's managed to find her so directly when the rest of us are just pissing in the wind."

"Dear!"

Henderson chuckled, "Apologies. These are difficult times in which to watch my language."

"So if he's not going to kill her, he must want whatever she knows, right?" Finch asked. "Whatever it is Dad can unlock?"

"Seems likely," replied Henderson. "To what ends, no one has a clue. He doesn't seem to be on Victor's side, that much seems clear, but beyond that... we're just pissing in the wind." He cast a sly smile at his wife then returned to a serious expression. "Regardless, there's nothing for us to do now but wait and pray and keep our heads down. Go back to bed and get some sleep. You never know when we might not get such an opportunity."

Finch's stomach turned over as he rose on shaky legs. There would be no sleep for him that night.

- - -

"Best guess is he had a boat waiting," Holly shouted through the cracked cockpit door. "No real trail to follow, but if O'Leary was right and they went East, the best guess is that he got off the island as quickly as possible."

Bridgewater pressed a hand to his earpiece suddenly, holding up a finger for silence. Gene leaned forward. "Silver's found Utah's signal again. Getting us some coordinates."

Gene's pulse beat a steady rhythm, his blood pulsing. Even the dull hunger pains failed to rise up enough to bother him. So far, they'd spent an hour trying to locate his wife and Charles Utah, from land and from air, with nothing more than Holly's 'best guess' to go on after the effort.

"Got him. Hmmm..." Bridgewater drew his lips together tight.

"What?" Gene demanded.

"Silver thinks the signal is coming from where we were earlier... where we left O'Leary."

"How could that be?"

"Don't know, Gene." He turned back to his daughter, "Go check it out. We'll hover in support."

Holly raced back towards the sedan as the chopper went airborne once again.

- - -

"She wants to sleep soon, but... she said we could use her room for a few minutes," Juliana told Lauren as the stepped into Panthea's room and closed the door, triggering the lock with the ad hoc switch the woman had installed. "My husband is off meeting with the executive team. And... I was hoping you'd enjoy some female company. I know I could use yours..."

Lauren turned and faced the short woman, "Always... I... uh... I haven't washed since... since earlier."

"With your brothers? Or Georges?"

"Finch... yeah..."

Juliana's mouth turned into a smile, "I don't mind..."

The woman put her hands on Lauren's face and pulled her down for a kiss. "Mmm..." Juliana purred, "you have such wonderful lips..."

They reclined over the side of the bed after Juliana pulled Lauren's shirt off and tossed it aside, her hands soon fondling the teen's soft breasts. Lauren's mind was spinning, too many swirling emotions to let any one of them be her focus. But her body had no trouble responding to the woman's touches, Lauren's nipples quickly growing erect under her fingers.

She pushed the teen back and pulled at the waist of her pants, drawing them off along with the soaked panties which still held Finch's jism in the crotch. Juliana parted her thighs and her breath was hot on Lauren's sex. The woman drug her tongue through her slit, then purred, "Mmm... you taste delightful... I can taste your brother's cum in your pussy."

Lauren strained, Juliana's words turning her on as much as the sensations between her legs. She loved letting Finch cum inside her, the special thrill of mating with her own brother driving her arousal. Knowing that Juliana was eating his seed from her vagina made it that much more amazing.

The short woman stood and stripped off her clothing, letting her heavy, small breasts swing free, her hairy pussy a small patch of fur between closed legs. Juliana climbed onto the bed, turned around, and straddled Lauren's face. The teen could smell her excitement, a distinct, mature scent that Lauren craved instantly. She inhaled against the woman's hairy slit as she felt her own pussy being licked again, a finger soon sliding into her vagina.

Juliana pushed down her hips and Lauren stuck her tongue as deep as she could in the woman's wet cunt. The tart, tangy flesh was succulent and hot. Lauren pulled her arms up and caressed Juliana's slender buttocks, squeezing them, tasting the woman's most private parts. Her nose was soon pushed against Juliana's asshole and the darker, sharp hints there were not unpleasant. Lauren moaned into Juliana's crotch and began to tense and strain.

Her pussy caught fire when Juliana pushed a second finger into her cunt and a third slid easily inside her butthole. Lauren squirmed and humped against the short mother's face, sweeping her tongue around Juliana's pussy in circles. Lauren's clit strained when a wet tongue darted around it, and the pressure in her vagina and ass made Lauren clench and rise up further. Her orgasm was a burst of vibrations, her cries muffled against Juliana's crotch.

The woman above her started to rub herself along Lauren's face, coating the teen's cheeks and chin and nose with her slickness. She felt Juliana's moans when the woman withdrew her fingers and placed her mouth over Lauren's vulva. As the teen's orgasm grew relaxed and pleasant, Lauren concentrated on Juliana's pleasure, finding the woman's clit with her tongue and ringing it like a bell with rapid swipes left and right.

Juliana bucked, moaning into Lauren's pussy. A thin squirt of fluid shot out of Juliana's vagina and splashed on Lauren's face, then another, this time hitting her right nostril and almost causing Lauren to choke as the woman's cum went inside her nose. Juliana bucked harder, rubbing her cunt on the teen with more urgency. Lauren fought for breath, the woman's squirt running down her neck. She felt a moment of panic just before Juliana's orgasm crashed in and the short mother's hips rose and fell enough to gasp for air.

Juliana turned quickly and brought the weight over her body down on Lauren, kissing her deeply, then licking away the thin squirt on her face. The woman's kisses were urgent, her desire not yet sated. Lauren spread her thighs, then Juliana slid between them, humping her as if she had a penis. While Lauren fondled her breasts, Juliana breathed hard against her neck, the woman reaching a hand down between them. Lauren felt the back of her hand slamming against her Mons Venus as the woman played with her clit while humping the teen.

The woman's second orgasm was moaned into Lauren's mouth, the small mother's hips rolling around and spreading their mutual wetness on both sets of thighs and coating their pubic hair with slippery juices. Juliana's hand turned over and Lauren was surprised at how quickly the humping woman's fingers brought her to orgasm, the teen returning the muffled moans as she came a second time.

Sated, it seemed, Juliana relaxed over Lauren. The teen wrapped her arms around the older woman and kissed her with passion, their bodies sticky with cum and sweat, the heat Juliana's flesh like a warm fireplace on a cold winter night.

It felt different with girls than with boys, and even between girls like Hannah and women like Hannah's mother. Lauren was addicted to all of them. She thoroughly enjoyed making love, fucking, rutting, whatever she was doing with whichever partner she'd been lucky enough to join in such things. Where Hannah was soft and gentle and inexperienced, in a good way, women like Juliana and Panthea had been confident and sure of their desires and how to make Lauren's own pleasure so much better. For just a moment, Lauren imagined what it might feel like to have had an orgasm with her own mother. Would she, too, be confident and sure? Would Lauren's orgasm match those she'd shared with others? Would her mom like the taste of Lauren's pussy after Finch had cum inside it?

Lauren's fantasy played far enough that she was growing aroused again.

A soft knock at the door jarred her out of her imagination and sent her heart into her throat, Juliana leaping off her quickly. "It's just me," Panthea's voice was low and quiet through the door.

Lauren swept herself under the covers on instinct as Juliana unlocked the door, standing behind it so as not to be seen outside the room as it opened. Panthea came in and said, "Sorry to break up the fun, but there's news again. Anna will be down shortly to explain."

- - -

"In the fucking bullet?" Gene asked, incredulous.

"In the fucking bullet, yes, Gene," Holly replied.

They had repositioned further west than before and waited with the chopper idling nearby for Bridgewater to contact someone in Tirano.

"So... he didn't need the receiver anymore since he'd found Tamara. Why the fuck did he have it in the bullet?"

"Not sure. Dad seems to believe Utah wanted us to find it."

"Cause he's a fucking egotistical genius," Gene muttered, "he's just showing off."

"Seems reasonable."

"And O'Leary's gonna survive?"

"Too early to tell," replied Holly as she sucked down an energy drink and passed one to Gene from her pack. "We can't spare anyone to look after him, so he'll ride with us. He's stable... ish..."

"But passed out."

"He lost a lot of blood. Still might die on us. Marisa and Tinch did their best, but none of us are surgeons. They got the bullets out and closed up, but who knows how bad it is inside."

"Damn," Gene pursed his lips, "I have a lot of questions for that guy."

"I'm sure you do... Gene, what I said before... about how your wife and O'Leary, you know..."

"Not interested in that right now," Gene growled, "I don't give two shits about who my wife has fucked lately. All I care about is finding Utah and getting Tamara back."

"I know, Gene, I know." Holly eased her hand into his and he instinctively curled his fingers around hers. "My mind works in weird ways, Gene... sometimes... I can't stop obsessing about something even when people are shooting at me. I'm... I'm not used to weakness, Gene. I've tried my whole life to grow a thick skin, to be hard when it was easier to be soft. You... you threaten all that for me, and any little thing, like... whatever happens when you and your wife are back together... I'm not used to caring what happens after I fuck a guy... I've never been in love, Gene. I'm trying really fucking hard not to break that habit."

"Don't you think we're beyond that, Holly? You know we're way past shattering your perfect record..."

"Yes," she said, her fingers twitching in his, "doesn't mean I have to like it..."

He offered her a tense smile, "Well... This whole thing would have been a lot harder without you, Holly. I didn't mean to fall in love, either. Yet, here we are, two people trying not to get very excited about something which should be enjoyed. What a pair, eh?"

Holly chuckled and leaned her head onto Gene's shoulder. "A pair... for now, anyway. I hate that that might change soon..."

"You're walking a dangerous line, Holly," Gene said evenly. "I will find my wife whether that's convenient for you or not..."

"I didn't mean it that way, I promise," Holly replied, "I just mean... Goddamnit... I hate vulnerabilities. They get you killed. Or worse... they break your heart..."

- - -

"Baron Quick is a brilliant man," a measured male voice called to Tamara from a great distance, his voice muffled but still discernible. "Brilliant but stupid, as well."

"Huh?" Tamara said from somewhere deep, her mind not yet settled on what was going on, thoughts coming only slowly and with deliberate effort. She felt cold. Eyes open, she could see only darkness. The presence of the blindfold was not noticed until she'd blinked a few times. "Wh... what's going on?"

Her body ached in an odd way. It was like she was on painkillers, enough to take the edges off the actual pain, but her neck and shoulders felt like they were burning. Her face, too. Her hands felt heavy and thick, and despite some effort, Tamara couldn't feel her legs.

"That will wear off," the man assured her, "give it a few minutes."

"What... what's going on?" Tamara repeated.

The man's voice sounded familiar. "I was just remarking to you that Baron Quick was a brilliant man. Brilliant, and stupid. All the powers of God in his hands, he could remake a man, or woman, however he pleased. God! Can you imagine the power in that?"

Tamara rolled her head from one side to the other, her arms free but no feeling in her legs. "I'm paralyzed!"

"You don't listen very well, my dear. I just told you it takes time to wear off. Stop fidgeting."

Tamara's mind was thick enough that it kept her panic from becoming coherent.

The man continued his one-side discussion. "But Quick got arrogant enough to believe he'd gotten away with it. The power of God in his hands and he let a personal grudge get in the way of being the most powerful man who ever lived. Boom!" he shouted and Tamara jumped. "One shot to the temple took him out. In the '60s, Time Magazine once asked, 'Is God Dead?' on one of their covers. They were off by a few decades, but assuredly, when that small nugget of steel and lead exploded in Quick's brain, the question could be definitively answered in the affirmative."

Tamara wasn't following much of what the man said, her panic beginning to find footing and her inability to see and move her legs adding fuel to that fire. "Please... what is going on?"

She heard the man let out a long sigh, "No one appreciates true genius any more. True, tragic, genius. Quick may be gone, but his work lives on in you, my dear."

"In... me... what?"

She heard him chuckle and realized her toes were suddenly tingling with sharp pains. Tamara groaned in discomfort.

"He did a very thorough job on you, I believe. Don't even remember your days working with me, eh?"

"Who... Who..." Images flashed suddenly into Tamara's head. Chaster Haul was in front of her, gun in hand. Two loud bangs and Hannigan crumbling to the ground. "Haul."

"More or less."

"What is going on? Why am I blindfolded?"

She was aware of motion but it was slippery and smoother than it should have been.

"Just making you wait to see the place where you and me are going to get rather comfortable together." Haul's tone changed to a flamboyantly dramatic, "It's a biiiiiig reveal!"

She felt hands on her face and seconds later, blinding light caused her to squish her lids together.

"Surprise!" Haul shouted. "Oh... I... Dammit, why do the laws of physics and biology always ruin my reveals..."

Slowly, Tamara was able to squint and then open wider. She was in a narrow room, rounded towards the back, a slender doorway behind her. The walls were rounded half-way then straightened out. She was laying on a white-cushioned chair, other similar furniture around her, including a large bed. Along one side there were three round, concave metal discs with handles attached, and near the narrow end of the room, she saw a table with a chess board, pieces neatly waiting for someone to make the first move.

"Where..."

"Surprise!" Haul shouted again with no less enthusiasm. "Designed it myself."

"What the hell, Haul!"

He pursed his lips and shook his head, "Never did much care for me, Quincy, never understood why..."

"Quincy?"

"Ah, right. Quick removed that. You're Tamara now."

She put her face in her hand, rubbing her eyes and jaw, "I... I don't know what's happening... wait!" Tamara's head shot up. "You shot Marcus! You killed him!"

Tamara tried to leap from the chair and instead managed to throw herself over one side to fall roughly onto the silver metal floor. The hollow bang of her landing sounded deep and resonant. Pain shot through her legs again and she groaned.

"Easy, now. Can't have you breaking my new baby on her maiden voyage."

"You killed him!" Tamara said through gritted teeth.

"Sorry, I did not realize you'd become attached to that grifter. Thomas Greene is not worthy of your concern, I assure you."

"You killed him!" Tamara's brain was stuck on the image of Hannigan collapsing and clutching his chest. It made her feel sick to her stomach.

"We've covered that already," replied Haul evenly, "how about we move on to how much you love your new mobile apartment?"

Tamara swallowed the pain and the images of Hannigan's death and tried to focus. She was in danger, not that that was anything new, but Haul had her somewhere he felt safe. That wasn't exactly the place Tamara wanted to be. She knew nothing about what was going on, and trying to piece it together from Haul's ramblings about Baron Quick and his bizarre fixation on soliciting praise for the room made impossible for Tamara to get the story straight enough. "Why am I here, Haul?"

"Call me Charles, if you will. Haul was a... joke of sorts. Your husband will get it and laugh one day, I hope. He still remembers me. Not everything, Quick saw to that, but enough, I think."

"Charles," Tamara said, gathering patience and pushing down her panic for a short time, "I'm having a rather bad day. Please... just tell me what's going on..."

Haul stood up and sat on the edge of the seat Tamara had just fallen from. "You see, my dear, there's a bit of a game afoot. A chase. You're the one everyone wants. You're the princess in the sights of the plumber. You're the cheese sitting just so on the trap."

"Wouldn't that make you the mouse?"

Haul laughed and replied, "I suppose it does. "

"Why'd you let me go when you could have taken me weeks ago?"

"Because I didn't know then what I know now. I misunderstood Quick's design. It wasn't easy to tease out, but once I got there, I've stopped at nothing to get to you. So many close calls these past few days. Your tracker's been a bit fluky for some reason. Can's blame myself. It was my design, but probably some faulty wire shorting out, some flawed component, nothing I could have discovered myself."

Haul continued to rattle further off topic, assuring himself that it wasn't his fault at all. "Could you get to the point?"

The man stopped in mid-sentence and smiled. "Right. I've caught you again, Tamara, and this time, you won't be let go. You see, what you know, or... what you don't know that you know... is the secret Victor has been trying to destroy. What you know is the kill switch to his ultimate plan, Baron Quick's most clever masterpiece."

"What ultimate plan? What masterpiece?" Tamara pleaded, "Why me!?"

"His plan to kill a few billion people, a plan he hopes will be in place within two weeks. Quick's masterpiece was to ensure there was a way to foil Victor in a manner so spectacularly devious that it must be worshipped in its brilliance. And you, my dear," Haul said, leaning close enough for her to smell stale coffee on his breath, "you have the lock beyond which the plan can be foiled. Oh yes, you are the lynchpin to all of this."

"So you want me to tell you something, something I don't know, in order to stop Victor from killing a billion people?"

"Billions, my dear. With an ess. But otherwise, generally correct. But also wrong in what you didn't mention, the brilliant twist Quick delivered before Victor had him killed. You have the information needed to foil Victor, yes, but more important to me: you possess the key to turning this tool against Victor directly, a violent, painful death for the man who deserves nothing else. I just want to... extend the range a bit..."

"Extend the range..."

"I don't have such lofty expectations, Tamara. My goals don't include billions. Only a few thousand will get what Victor's getting when I'm through. A few thousand who chose the wrong answer all those years ago." He stared off towards the circular plates on the wall.

His head snapped back to Tamara, "First, we have to see a man about unlocking you. He'll be along soon enough. Another genius. Less... kind, perhaps, than Quick... but only marginally less effective. Don't worry, he won't hurt you... much," Haul said, sliding a hand down her thigh, and sending chills up her spine. "The Mantis's reputation for cruelty is... perhaps... an exaggeration." The delighted tone in Haul's voice made Tamara panic burst into flame.

- - -

"There's trouble coming here, probably by morning," Anna said in a cool tone. "Everyone is to gather in Wing Seven off the cafeteria. Bring your things."

Logan's pulse rate sputtered higher. "What's happening?"

"No Limits seems to have decided the timing was right to reemerge. We've got at least one mole, but we don't know who. Someone got out our location and who was here."

"You mean Dad?"

Anna nodded, "They may have missed him by a few hours so far, but that's not stopping them from coming here. Don't know yet what they have in mind. We've got a mole or two of our own that got us word. You non-combatants will be kept safe in Wing Seven."

"But I can fight!" Logan protested.

Anna smiled and leaned down, kissing Logan's forehead. The touch sent shivers through his body which lasted even after the pretty blonde pulled away. "I love the spirit, Logan, I really do. But this isn't the time or place for you on the front line. Trust me, if it comes it, I'll let you know."

She looked at Logan a moment, then swept her gaze across the others gathered in the room. "All of you, grab your things, and head to Wing Seven. Once you're there, get what rest you can. We'll keep you informed, whether in person or via the intercoms. All of you be ready to follow whatever orders come through. Understood?"

Lauren answered for all of them, that familiar edge of stubborness returning to her eyes, "We understand," she said, "but don't think we won't fight if we have to. We've been running for weeks. I'm tired of this shit. We're done running."