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Jack H(m/f,f/f,nc,c,wet), Parts 1- 10
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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* and they told each other to
* /--\ (01/19) calmly wait for more time
* | | -- Naden Brosham --
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******** | | NE : The Maid ****************************************
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It was late in the afternoon when he woke up, and the sun was already
beginning to fade. His RayBans made it hard for him to see anything
clearly so he switched on the lights.
His head felt as if someone had used it as a football and his
throat was as dry as Dead Valley. He checked his wrist-watch that
he'd forgotten to take off, in fact, now that he was beginning to
feel a little more awake, he noticed that he'd forgotten to take of
his clothes too. The Seiko gold-watch on his wrist told him that the
time was 4:40, which meant that he had a little more than three hours
before he was to meet Rudy down at the Golden Duck.
He sat up slowly, his head spinning. He almost threw up, but drew a
couple of deep breaths and took a sip from the glass of water that
was standing by his bed. This helped somewhat. He took off his
clothes and threw them in a pile on the floor. He rang for Maria, the
little Cuban helper that he'd hired a couple of months ago. After a
couple of minutes the door slowly opened and Maria entered. She was
quite small, not over 1.50, with dark almond eyes and long black hair
pulled back in a tight bun.
"Yes?" she said, with her eyes looking down at the floor.
He liked his little helpers to dress properly, and Maria wore just
what he'd told her to; a small white apron, a white little blouse,
black collar round her neck and a short black skirt. He liked to
think that this was how a proper help should be dressed. Some of the
ones he'd hired in the past objected to having to dress like this,
and particularly to not being allowed to wear any underwear. If they
didn't like it, well, they could always get another job. Maria hadn't
objected to it, she just hadn't taken it that seriously at first, but
after wearing undies one day--and one of the days that he had
checked--she didn't dare to do it anymore. She had over-cooked the
eggs and fried his bacon into something that looked like a pile of
ash, and--on top of that--forgot to bring him his morning paper.
He had given her a violent blow in the face and thrown her down
on the breakfast table--right in the middle of his breakfast--and
pulled up her skirt to give her a good spanking. When he saw that she
had a pair of black panties on he'd become furious. He had ripped her
pants of and gagged her with them, tied her hands behind her back
with the belt from his black satin kimono, taken the eggs and
inserted them into her cunt and finally fetched his dogwhip and given
her the lesson of her life. She screamed and screamed, but he hadn't
noticed. When he had finished whipping her he reached for a banana
that was lying in a bowl of fruit on the table and violently rammed
it into her ass. Maria had screamed like she was being torn in half.
He left her lying in the middle of a sea of spilt yoghurt and went
out to get his breakfast at the small restaurant on the first floor.
What Maria hadn't told him, and never would, was that when he
pushed the banana into her, she had come, and her body had lain there
shaking from the aftermath's of the orgasm for fifteen minutes.
After that Maria had become a little more obedient, and nowadays
she never forgot to never wear underwear. Of course, he had to give
her a whipping from time to time, to keep her in her place. But she'd
begun to like it - he would have to do something about that soon.
"Yes," he said waking up from his day-dream, "I think I'd like to
take a bath."
Maria nodded.
"Yes, master," she said and went to fix the bath for him. He
wasn't always this nice to her, sometimes he woke her up early in the
mornings to give her a good whipping, or sometimes he just
masturbated in her mouth while she was sleeping. He thought that if
you had too many routines people got to know them, and began to take
themselves liberties, and that just did not do.
He smiled for himself and went into the bathroom. Maria was standing
there waiting for him. He ignored her and went over to the tub where
he felt the temperature with his hand. It's was just right; steaming
hot. He turned around to Maria.
"Well, that's almost good, Maria," he said in a mocking voice, "maybe
you'll get it right some day."
Maria kept looking down.
"However," he continued, "I must say that it's a little better
than last time, so, I think I'll have to give you some reward for
being such a good girl."
In his mind he went over the things that he could do; either he could
be a bit mean and reward her by not whipping her, or maybe by giving
her some money to go shopping for. He liked to keep her a bit
confused. No, now he knew what she could do.
"Yes," he said at last, "I think I know now; since I haven't had my
morning leak yet, you may hold my penis while I do that."
Maria looked up at him.
"Yes sir, thank you, sir," she said, but when he stared at her
she immediately lowered her head again. He went up to the toilet and
waited for Maria to act. After a moment of hesitation she approached
him and very nervously kneeled beside him and reached for his dick
with one of her hands.
"Well take it then woman!" he said, "don't just stand there looking!"
Quickly she took it with her hand and aimed it at the toilet bowl. He
let it flow and was surprised over how good it felt to have someone
else hold your dick while you were taking a leak. He cast a quick
glance at Maria; her forehead moist with perspiration and he could
see that she wasn't looking down at the floor anymore, instead she
was looking at the yellow stream that was coming out of the end of
his dick. She was looking at it with an almost hypnotised look, and
she swallowed and licked her lips a couple of times.
He smiled inwardly. So she enjoys this, he thought to himself,
she's even turned-on by it. He should have guessed it of course,
after he'd done things to people they got excited pretty easily. He'd
even met a girl once who couldn't brush her teeth any longer; it made
her come. Maria's little hands were shaking by now and then he was
finished. Maria looked a little bit disappointed that it was over,
and just kneeled there with his lame dick in her hand.
"What are you doing, bitch, haven't you seen a man take a leak
before?"
"No, master, I haven't," she whispered hoarsely.
"You got to shake it off, otherwise the last drops are going to
come on the floor, and we wouldn't want that, would we? Then you'll
have to clean the floor in here today, and that wouldn't be so fun
now, right?"
Maria shook her head, and began to carefully shake his dick off of
the last few drops.
"And then you pull the foreskin to and fro a couple of times so that
you know it's completely clean," he instructed her.
Maria did as he said.
"That's a good girl, now you can let go."
She dropped his dick, stood up and stepped back a little bit. He saw
that she'd gotten a couple of drops of pee on her hand, and when he
turned around to get into the tub he noticed in the corner of his eye
that she licked it off with her eyes closed and a look of deep
content on her face.
He slowly lowered himself down into the hot water, Maria hadn't
used any cold water at all so he could barely stand it. But he
wouldn't let her have the pleasure of seeing him adding some cold
water, no, that he would not do. Finally he managed to lower his body
completely down into the tub, and he lay back and let the steaming
water rinse his pores. He felt a bit dizzy, so he let his head rest
against the wall for a bit. This cure really did miracles for his
tired body.
"Okay, my dear," he told Maria, without opening his eyes--he knew she
was still standing there, waiting for orders, "and now it's time for
a little check. Come over here to the bathtub and turn your back
towards me."
He could hear her walking across the soft bathroom carpet, but
still he had not opened his eyes.
"And now you pull up your skirt."
When he heard the soft sound of fabric against flesh he
continued.
"And then you bend forward and spread your cheeks wide."
He waited a couple of seconds and then opened his eyes; Maria had
done exactly as he had ordered her to, and was now standing next to
the bathtub with her pussy and asshole totally exposed and waiting.
Jack chuckled to himself--she was a horny little devil. He stood up,
water dripping from his body. He reached for one of the buttplugs
standing on a shelf by the sink--it was Maria's job to clean and talc
them--and without any further delay inserted it deep into Maria's
waiting bunghole. He could hear Maria gasp from the pain, but she
didn't resist or try to get up.
He sat down in the tub again.
"Right, you can go and fix my breakfast now, I'll be finished in
about twenty minutes."
"Yes, master," Maria said. She straightened up and walked away,
although the foreign object that filled her rectum made walking a bit
awkward.
He lay there for another ten minutes, then stood up and washed
himself thoroughly. He got out of the tub, shaved and brushed his
teeth, then put on his kimono and went out into the kitchen, where
his breakfast was standing ready for him on the table. He sat down
and began eating, while Maria poured him his tea. He changed the Vid
on the wall from a news-show to the ComicChan. He got all the news he
wanted on other channels. There was a beep on the vid.
He turned against the wall and said: "Answer, visual."
The screen of the vid came into life and after moving around for a
second showed a man sitting behind a desk in a large office. Behind
him the only thing you could see was sky, so either he was pretty
high up in a building or it was a recording. Jack could see that his
boss, because that's who it was sitting behind that desk, wasn't
happy. He could think of about twenty reasons why.
"Hi boss," he said.
"Is that all you have to say?" his boss said angrily, "you were
supposed to send me that story on the yakuza raid Downtown like
yesterday!"
"Well so I did," Jack answered, "it's probably laying around
somewhere. Have you checked with the receptionist girl?"
"No, I haven't, but I'll do that right away. And may the bon Dieu
have mercy on you if it isn't there!"
He turned from the screen and touched a panel on his desk. "Miss
Lucy?" he said and then the screen flickered and went blank.
Meanwhile, he was doing what he should have done yesterday; sending
in his report. He'd done the last on it yesterday, which was why he'd
been so drunk; every yakuza that he'd met talked better after a few
drinks. The only problem had been that with this particular yakuza, a
few drinks were a whole lot of drinks, and he had insisted on Jack
joining him. He finished sending in his report and sat back and
waited for his boss to call him back.
He didn't.
He thought about having Bill for dinner. It would be fun, since Maria
hated Bill after the time that he had let Bill fuck her. Bill was the
same length as Jack, about 1.80, but weighed twice as much, had bad
breath, his clothes were dirty and sweaty and he had a high-pitched
whining voice. Apart from that, his dick wasn't the same size as his
body so most often he would use the ass of the girls he met, most
often bought vidparlor whores, or just let them suck him off. Maria
hated when she had to suck people off, he knew that. And since Maria
hadn't succeeded in making Bill come with her mouth, he had been
rather drunk at the time, he had beaten her up.
But still, Bill was good at getting good stories, somehow always
getting that personal touch in them.
He had had other friends of his here for dinner, and he'd let a
few of them do what they wanted to Maria, but she hadn't resented it,
on the contrary, she had written "friend for dinner" on a couple of
the papers that they used. These papers determined what role they
were supposed to play that day; of course, the odds were a bit
unfair, since 90 percent of the papers said: "master & servant" -
with Jack being the master - but there was one of them that Maria
always longed to get; the one that said: "Maria's decision."
They drew one of these notes, usually after breakfast, and when
she'd gotten that particular note, the one that said: "Maria's
choice" she'd started by whipping him, tied him up, and then went out
to shop, accompanied by his wallet. She'd gotten back late at night,
with a man. Without untying him from the ropes that he had been
laying in for six hours Maria and the man started making love on the
bed next to him. After that Maria had put on a strap-on dildo and
fucked him in the ass while he was forced to suck the man off. Then
the man fucked Maria again and went. Maria untied Jack, licked his
whole body from top to toe and made him come in her mouth, and then
they fell asleep in each others arms.
The next morning the note said: "master & servant" again. Jack
didn't do anything all day, but went out in the evening to follow up
a story. When he came home he found Maria sleeping in the sofa in
front of the vid screen. He put some duct tape over her mouth and
tied her hands together, and woke her up by inserting a 36 centimeter
dildo into her ass. He took a couple of pictures of her, for the
family album, and went to bed. He had been glad that the tape muffled
her noises so that he couldn't hear her screaming when he tried to
sleep, which he'd done almost instantly, pleased with a job well
done.
Maria was beginning to get a bit too jealous too, she'd even chased
one of his girls out through the door with a horsewhip the week
before last. The girl had woken up in the middle of the night and had
walked out into the kitchen were Maria was sitting, having a glass of
milk. The girl hadn't had any clothes on her, so he wondered how she
had managed to get home naked in the middle of the night.
He finished eating his breakfast.
"I think I'll be late tonight, so you needn't bother too sit up and
wait for me." It didn't matter what he said, she would still wait for
him to get home until she went to bed. It was rather touching really,
that she cared for him like that.
He went to his bedroom, where Maria had laid out fresh and clean
clothes for him to wear. The creases on the black shirt were
razor-sharp, she had learnt to do it properly at last. He dropped his
satin kimono to the floor and put on a pair of black shorts, black
short socks and a grey shirt. He pulled on his black pants, and Maria
buttoned his shirt and gave him his dark-grey jacket. He didn't like
mirrors, but he knew he looked ok.
In the hall he took his little black leather case and his coat
and hat. Maria gave him his black leather gloves, and then he kissed
her lightly on the forehead.
"I hope you'll be a good girl while I'm away, right?" Maria nodded.
He opened the door and went out. Maria closed and locked it after
him. He went over to the elevator and pushed the button, it didn't
take many moments for it to arrive. He got in, pushed the down button
and the elevator started moving.
He had a number of small vidcorders hidden in the apartment, and
they made it possible to watch what went on there. When he used it
the first time that Maria was alone, he had first been surprised, and
then the images transmitted to his Vid had made him chuckle. Maria
began by doing her daily chores; washing, cleaning, and such things
as fast as she could. Then she sat down in the living-room couch with
a bottle of Coke, turned on the Channel Z, the porn channel, and
masturbated. And when she didn't watch the vid, she slept - totally
exhausted from her self-manipulative task. He'd tested this a number
of times, because he didn't believe it at first, and Maria did the
same thing--every time. He had even tried to count her orgasms, and,
if he had hadn't miscalculated it, she had an impressive average of
42 a day - not including the ones that he himself managed to give her
once in a a while.
Every now and then during the day he would turn on his Vid and
watch Maria doing her daily masturbating chore. It was an almost
meditative viewing.
When he had checked on previous housemaids they normally began by
searching the house for valuables, and then for private papers, but
all those things were locked in a small safe so they never found
anything.
He also had a 'mitter that made it able for him to lock and open
the doors in his apartment, which he had used to prevent one of the
earlier maids to escape with some valuable papers that he had forgot
on the breakfast table. And, on one of the more stupid ones, he'd
used it to lock her into a closet that she had been foolish enough to
walk into, although she had been strictly told not to. When he
finally came home and let her out, twelve hours later, he had to give
her a good whipping for not having his supper ready.
Suddenly the vid started too beep. He took it from his case, pushed a
button and said:
"Yes?"
"Hi, it's Pete."
"Well hi, Pete, what's happening?"
"Nothing much really, I just wanted to give you some info."
Bill sometimes gave him tips, both business and pleasure ones.
The business ones included who had what and when, who sold what and
to who, who wanted what, who knew what and stuff like that; the sort
of things that someone like Jack lived on. His other tips mostly
concerned racing and girls.
"And how much will that cost me?"
"47 creds."
"What do you think I am, Parcon International?" Jack said with a
laugh, "it's gotta be some damn fine piece of info that you got for
that price. I'll give you 40 max."
"Okay," said Pete, a little too fast, "but then I want them in
advance. In cash."
"Stop being a comedian and tell me what you know."
"Okay," said Pete, "here goes. One, Llewellyn knows nothing about
last nights party. Two, he's telling the truth, I've had it confirmed
from my contact at the force. Three, after he called me last night my
contact disappeared, and nobody wants to talk to me, there's a
totally red light about this from way up, maybe government. Four, I
got a girl for you."
This was not good news, apart from that part about the girl. He
didn't like to dance with the big elephants, but maybe he had to do
it this time, he wanted the story.
"Are you still there?"
He picked up the vid again:
"Yea, I'm still here. Listen, I don't like this at all. When can
I pick the girl up?"
"Anytime tomorrow."
"Where?"
"You know my place in the harbour?"
"Yea, she there?"
"Yea, Marley is fixing her up."
Poor girl, he didn't wan't to be in her clothes, not that she
would have any on her by now.
"Okay, I'll pick her up then, and you'll get your 20 creds in
cash."
He knew that Pete was going to start screaming in the vid, but he
touched the switch with a smile and cut him off. Of course he wasn't
going to pay Pete in cash, nobody used cash anymore, but he knew that
it made Pete furious when he did. He put the vid back in it's place
and waited for the elevator to get to the entrance level. It took
some time, but after all, 73 stairs isn't all that close to the
ground.
He got out of the elevator and told the concierge to get him a cab,
preferably a vid one. He liked to watch the vid while he went by car.
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* and they told each other to
* --- (02/19) calmly wait for more time
* | -- Naden Brosham --
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******** | WO : Pattie's Playhouse ********************************
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There was a lot of traffic, in fact, the cars didn't move that much
at all. A lot of cabs passed, but they were all full. But finally the
concierge got one to stop, and Jack stepped in.
The cab drove out into the traffic.
"Where to, mistah?" the man behind the wheel asked.
"Pattie's Playhouse, on the corner of Night and 11th," he
answered.
The cabdriver looked suspiciously at him.
"Okay mistah, that be 9 decicreds."
"What do I look like, a fucking tourist? You get 2."
The driver just shook his shoulders and punched the sum into his
console. After all, it wasn't his company, he just drove the cab.
Jack inserted his card into the slot and acknowledged the transfer by
entering his code.
The vid was showing bits and pieces of last nights fight, but he
had already seen it, he'd been there, so he turned the sound down to
a minimum and opened his case. He took out his black little console
and switched it on. He put on the headset and jacked in. He began by
looking at his mail, he was connected to a lot of bases, but he'd
fixed a forwarding service so he didn't have to go to all of them.
Nothing much had happened, there were a few messages, mostly rumours,
but also a few concerning his ever-present ad about girls. One of the
messages sounded promising so he saved it for the future. There were
a couple of bases, hidden ones actually, that he logged on to from
time to time, and he decided to have a look at them today. On the
last of them he found something.
It was a personal, very personal, message. It was encrypted, so he
had to save it to be able to decrypt it. The title of the message
gave him the key that he needed to encrypt it.
The message simply said:
Doves do cry in night,
Where angels at pain have been,
We will meet again.
Saido
It was a message from an old friend, one he hadn't met for, well, it
must be at least three, maybe four, years. Last he'd heard about him
he was busy doing top-cover work at some mega-corp. Jack smiled;
Saido always tried to make his messages into haikkus. He tried to
figure out what it meant; Angels in pain, that had to be a reference
to a place called The Club, where they both were members. Jack'
father had been a member there also, but that was a long time ago.
Doves do cry in rain, that was a bit more difficult. He thought about
it for a long time, but then he smiled. He converted the letters into
figures again, which didn't make him happier, then he added each of
the letter together, this gave him the time, 21:15. He did the same
with the last sentence, which gave him the date, the day after
tomorrow.
Damn! He should have got this message earlier, it had been there
for over a week, he decided to try to get them to forward this mail
to. Just as long as it was encrypted it would be quite safe.
Safe enough anyway.
He jacked out and noticed that they were only one block from
Pattie's, so he put his console down in his case, closed and locked
it. He had to make a vidcall, but he wanted to make it visual so he
had to wait and borrow a vid at Pattie's.
The cab stopped by the sidewalk and it's door opened automatically.
He got out.
"Thank you, mistah. Have a nice day, mistah!" the cabdriver said
before he closed the door.
"Yea, fuck you too," Jack said with a smile. He watched the car glide
out into the traffic again and then turned around and went up to
Pattie's. It was a large shop with a pair of marble-imitation columns
on each side of the glassed entrance. The interior was strictly
new-deco, with flashing neon-lights, tables and chairs of smoked
glass. The wall was lined with pictures of late '60s and '70s porn
stars. The music was loud and made his eardrums feel as they had been
raped. The place was almost empty, except for a couple of tourists
sitting at a window table eating ice-cream. There really wasn't any
action here until eleven.
He checked his watch, shit, he was already late, he would have to
make this quick.
He went up to the bar and sat down. The bartender-- "Hi, I'm
Laura" her nametag said--came up to him.
"Hi there, ah, Jackie, isn't it?"
He really hated when people called him Jackie. He flashed a smile
back at her, showing almost every one of his recently fixed, white,
even teeth.
"Yea, that's right. Quite a memory you got there."
She beamed back at him, almost blushed.
"So what'll it be?"
"Just a straight orange juice."
She looked at him as if she hadn't believed her eyes.
"A what, did you say?"
"An orange juice, you know, the one that used to be made out of
those little fruits."
Now it was of course totally synthesized.
She shook her shoulders and went to fix him his juice.
"Johnny here, by the way?"
She turned around: "Yea, he's downstair. Do you want me to get
him?"
"No, he's an old friend of mine. Just fix me my juice and I'll go
down and have a word with him."
She came back with his orange juice, got paid for it. He took a sip
from the glass, and it tasted even more awful than he had remembered.
He took one more sip and then got up, leaving the glass on a table.
He entered a door next to the men's room that said "Fire Escape"
and followed the narrow staircase down.
Downstairs it was dark, and it took a while for his RayBans to adjust
themselves to the decreased light level. About ten people were
sitting at tables down there, because down here the action never
stopped. If you wanted something, info, stolen weapons, drugs - you
name it - you could find it here. He spotted Johnny sitting with a
man at his usual table in the far corner. He waved his hand and Jack
sat down at a table to wait for him to get ready. A bartender came up
to him, and this time he ordered what he usually did, a lemon-vodka
on the rocks. When he got the drink he took a sip of it, it wasn't
cold enough, so he put it down on the table and waited for the ice to
cool it down. He picked up his vid and dialled Rudy.
"Yes?"
"Hi, Rudy, it's me."
"Yea, where are you?"
"Pattie's. Listen Rudy, I think I may be a little late, so start
without me if you don't wanna wait"
"Yea, sure," Rudy answered.
"Okay, that's all."
"Okay," said Rudy and turned off his vid. If Jack knew him right,
and he thought he did, Rudy was probably with some girl. He didn't
like vids and stuff, they made him nervous.
The man sitting at Johnny's table suddenly stood up and left. Jack
took a sip from his drink and brought it over to Johnny's table. As
he came over he could see that Johnny was talking into a vid.
"Yea, that's right, that one with the black suit. Yea, tail him, I
wan't to know where he goes." He listened to the person in the other
end for a while. "Listen, I don't care what kind a car he has. If you
lose him I'll have your balls for breakfast. Get a 'mitter on him for
chrissake!"
He slammed the vid down on the table, then turned to Jack who
meanwhile had quietly sat down next to him and put his hat and case
on the table. They shook hands.
"Man, am I glad to see you, I wan't to get these things away from me
as fast as fuckin' possible."
Jack smiled at him.
"Don't tell me that you're scared," he said with a mocking smile.
"Scared," Johnny answered, "who, me? I'm shit-scared, and that's
a fact."
"So, what was all that about?" he pointed his finger to where the
man had left.
"I don't know, he asked some fucking unnerving questions, that I
can tell you."
"What kind of questions?"
"All sorts of things, he's trying to find someone who sold a
certain kind of lasers a couple years ago."
"Any luck?"
Johnny looked innocently at him.
"Me?" he said, "man, I don't know nothing."
Jack smiled at him.
"Okay, so let's finish the deal then."
"Yea, but not here, let go into the back."
He took the last of his drink and threw the empty glass in the
disposer. Shit, he thought, it just didn't taste the same with these
plastic glasses. He took his hat and case and followed Johnny. They
went through a small door in the back of the room. You wouldn't have
found it if you hadn't known it to be there. The door led to a long
corridor, with five doors on each side. People went here if they
didn't want to get bugged, because, apart from the rooms being
completely soundproof, they were also equipped with anti-bugging
devices. They were also great places if you wanted too fuck someone.
There was a woman sitting there behind a small reception disk.
She looked up from the vid that she had been watching. She gave a
little nod of recognition to Johnny. Yes, in fact Jack knew that they
knew each other pretty well. Johnny hadn't been out for about three
years know, and when he felt the pressure, which wasn't that often,
he used to fuck her in one of these rooms. Jack slipped her his card
and she billed him for the room.
"Number six is free, you can take that one."
"Okay."
They went down the corridor and Johnny opened the door to number six.
Obviously, this was one of the rooms that were used only for sex
since the walls were lined with S&M stuff; whips, chains and an
impressing array of differently sized and shaped dildos. Johnny
opened his jacket and took out a packet which he placed on a small
table. He opened the packet and took out a small box, which he
carefully opened. Jack came up to him and looked down in the box.
It was filled with tiny blue crystals, and they glittered in the
dim light.
Neither of them were breathing, too captured by the mesmerizing
shine of the little blue things.
"Wow," Jack finally said.
Johnny tore his eyes from the box and looked up at him.
"Yea, wow," Johnny filled in. "Quite a sight, isn't it?"
"I've never seen anything like it. What's it called?"
"di2-3-Reozin is the chemical name for it."
They were both whispering.
"How pure is this shit?" Jack finally asked.
"96, 97 percent. The next load will be even better."
"And have they been tested?"
Johnny smiled at him.
"I did that last week. It scared the hell out of me, suddenly
everything around me seemed to slow down. And, when that phase was
over, I began to feel horny as hell. Had to fuck poor Charlotte out
there seven times."
"No hallucinations or anything?"
"No, not a thing. And I've been awake for," he looked at his
watch, "Jesus! almost 80 hours."
"Impressing. How much does he want?"
"This load of 1200 will cost you 200, but the next one will be
cheaper, because of the increased volume, he said."
"Cheaper? Is he crazy or something?"
"No, just a dumb fucking scientist."
They smiled together. Johnny closed the box, Jack opened his case and
picked up the money in cash. He didn't feel there was any reason to
argue about the amount, that could be done when the next shipment
arrived. He hadn't liked to walk around with that kind of money so it
was nice to get rid of it. He gave the money to Johnny who gave him
the box in return. Jack put it in his case and closed it. He locked
it and activated the codelock, which only his thumb could open.
Because, as the salary-man had said: "It's gotta be your thumb,
and it's got to be sitting on your hand. Because if someone either
cuts it off, or you should die, neither of which I hope will fall
upon you, Mr Hendricks, it simply will not work. And that's because
the lock is also heat-sensitive. No, I must say that this is a rather
foolproof lock, or wouldn't you agree, Mr Hendricks?"
Of course he agreed, but silently he thought about the flaw in
the salary-mans reasoning; he could be forced to open the case.
They shook hands, and Johnny left. Jack had told him to get the
bartender from upstair to come down here and bring him a drink. He
didn't think she was stupid enough to do that, but it was worth a
try. The decoration of the room had given him an idea.
The small vid on the wall came into life:
"Mr Crowley, Laura, the bartender, is here with your drink now.
Do you want me to let her in?"
"Yes, you do that. And bill me for another hour."
It didn't matter how long she billed him for, the credit card wasn't
his. He wondered what Mr Crowley thought about all the bills he must
have gotten lately.
Laura opened the door and came in. She rarely came down into this
part of the establishment, and had never before been into this room.
Or any room like it, being a small-town girl like she was. She stared
in disbelief at all the things hanging on the wall and almost began
to blush.
"Here's your drink, Jackie," she said at length, looking at Jack,
"where do you wan't it?"
"Just put it on the table."
She did as she was told, but when he got up to pay her, he caught
hold of her arms and forced them behind her back. She dropped the
tray that she had been holding, and it fell to the floor with a loud
rattle.
"Hey, let go, you're hurting me!" she yelled.
"I haven't even started yet," he answered her.
He bound her hands together and threw her down on the cold concrete
floor. He put one foot on her throat and stretched his other hand and
took a gag that was hanging on the wall. He put a knee in the back of
the now violently kicking woman, and bent down and forced her mouth
open by pressing hard just below her ear. He shoved the gag deep into
her mouth and tied the string that held it behind her head. That felt
better, now he didn't have to put up with her voice anymore.
He lifted her up from the floor and laid her down belly-down on
the table. He took out a knife from a holster and showed it to the
girl. Her eyes widened in disbelief and she became silent. He let the
knife glide on his arm, and her eyes followed it, hypnotized by it
glittering. He went round her and took hold of her skirt. He started
cutting it in two, and when he reached her waist it fell apart. He
lifted her up a little bit and removed the skirt.
She was wearing a pair of white tiny underpants. He let the back
of his knife glide along her thighs, the cold steel made her shiver.
He did the same thing to her blouse that he'd done to her skirt, and
now she laid there just wearing her underwear. But that could soon be
changed. He cut the straps of her white, laced bra and and then did
the same thing with her panties, cutting them open at both sides and
between her legs. Now the girl began to kick violently, she thought
she knew what was going to happen. But he was pretty sure that she
didn't.
He turned her around so that she had had her back down on the
table. Now he had a good look of her body, and he liked what he saw.
She had a darkly-tanned body, apart from the parts where her bikini
had been. Her tits were quite small, but they were firm, and she had
large nipples with almost black areolas around them. She'd trimmed
the hair on her pussy, so that it shouldn't show when she wore a
small bikini bottom. And, which he noticed with pleasure, her clit
was very long, and protruded through her outer lips.
He tied her feet to the legs of the table, and the sat her up,
untied her hands and then used as much force as he had to force her
arms down so that he could tie them to the other two legs of the
table. He looked around the walls, uncertain where to begin. Then he
spotted something that he liked. He took a couple of vicelike metal
nipple-clamps that sat on the wall and showed them to the girl. first
she didn't see what he had in his hands, it was pretty hard when her
head was upside down, but then she knew.
Jack put a nipple-clamp on one finger, and showed the girl how it
worked; by turning the knob you got the two metal jaws to come closer
to each other, if you tightened the knob enough, they would join. He
turned the knob a few turns, but stopped when it began to hurt. He
took it off from his finger and smiling approached the girl. She
started to try to get loose.
He dropped the clothes-pins on her belly, the cold metal made her
inhale sharply. He scratched with his finger over her belly, but then
started to brutally massage her nipples, to get them hard enough to
put on the clamps. The girl kept trying to free herself, but it was
no use, Jack' knots were good and held; he'd had lots of practice.
When her nipples were hard enough Jack put on a clamp on one nipple
and started to turn the nob. He knew that if the girl hadn't been
gagged she would be screaming by now. When the clamp was fastened
hard enough not to fall off from her moving, he started on her other
breast. The cold metal of the clamp made her nipples rock-hard. He
tightened that clamp too, and then waited half a minute for the girl
to calm down.
When she had stopped to move he tightened the knobs of the clamps
a couple of turns more, which made her move more violently than ever.
He wasn't certain what he was going to do next, so he took out a gold
die that he always carried with him in his pocket. He showed the die
to the girl and said:
"Okay, let's play a little game. I'll throw the die, and then
we'll see what happens to you. Let's see now; if it shows a 1 or a 2
I'll let you loose and buy you a dinner some day. 3 or 4 and I'll
just spank you, 5, you get a dildo up your ass, and 6," he thought
about it a while. "Ah, 6 you get my hand up your pussy."
He threw the die on the floor - a six. Laura started kicking as best
as she could, which wasn't a lot, with her feet tied to the legs of
the table. He smiled and took down a large jar of lubricating cream
that was standing on a shelf. He put it down on her belly and felt
her pussy. She was wet, and without trouble he could insert a finger
into her. She started shaking her head from side to side.
"I think I've gotten you a little bit excited, haven't I?" he said to
himself. He applied plenty of cream to her pussy. It was cold, and
she started bucking wildly.
"Now, now," he said, "that wasn't so bad now, was it?"
He turned the nobs on the nipple-clamps another turn. Laura bucked
even wilder. He raised his view and started searching the walls for
something he knew every room like this ought to be equipped with. And
this one was no exception from that rule. He picked down the large
cone-shaped dildo from the wall and showed it to Laura. There were
tears in the corners of her eyes.
Jack smiled and went round her. He applied a large dose of cream on
the dildo and started pushing it into her pussy. He pinched her
pussy-lips a couple of times, which made her twitch. He didn't want
to be too brutal to here, which was why he used the dildo to widen
her up first. He started fucking her with the dildo, and it seemed
that she liked this, because she gave up trying to stop him, and
instead started to meet his thrusts. Every ten thrusts or so, he
pushed the dildo a little deeper into her, and finally he almost had
all of it inside her. He withdrew the dildo, took of his watch and
started to put some cream on his right hand.
Laura couldn't see what he was doing so she must be pretty
scared, he guessed. He put his now slippery right hand next to her
pussy, without actually touching it. With his right hand he gave the
nipple-clamp on her left breast a couple of fast turns. She started
to move violently, and when she did this, he rammed his hand deep
into her, which made her squirm even more violently. Luckily the
table was a sturdy one, put here for just this sort of thing,
otherwise it would have fallen apart from all her thrashing.
He started to violently fuck her with his hand, and it didn't
take him many thrusts until he could feel that she was coming. He
gave her a last powerful push and then withdrew his hand. She started
shaking so uncontrollably so that her frenzied movements made the
legs of the table rattle against the floor. The table fell over, and
it took her a few minutes to stop shaking.
He wiped off his hand on one of the towels on a near-by hanger
and put on his watch again. He opened his case, took out his camera
and took a couple of pictures of her laying there. Then he took his
case and hat and made it for the door. Laura was still laying there
quivering on the floor.
In the door he turned and said: "And by the way, my name isn't
Jackie, it's Jack. I think you'll remember that the next time,
right?"
He smiled and closed the door after himself. He stopped at the
receptionists desk on his way out.
"I think you should wait about ten minutes until you open the door
and let her out."
The girl nodded.
"And give her, 5, no 10 creds from me, okay?" The girl punched it in
on her console and he confirmed the transfer by pressing his thumb on
the small screen on top of the desk. He didn't leave a message, he'd
be back here sooner or later anyway, and if she was still around,
well, who knew what might happen?
* /-- | | /--\ |--\ --- |--- |--\
* | | | | | | | | | | | */ j a c k h. \*
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*** | |--| |--| |--/ | |- |--/ ****************************
***** \-- | | | | | | |--- | \ ******************************
* and they told each other to
* --- (03/19) calmly wait for more time
* | -- Naden Brosham --
***** | **************************************
******** | HREE : The Golden Duck *********************************
* |
Softly humming a song Jack went out via an emergency exit and came
out on a dead-end street. He made his way past garbage and wrecked
cars and soon was out on the street again. He felt quite pleased with
himself. He managed to catch a cab, and it steered out into the
traffic.
He looked at his watch, damn, he'd managed to get some cream on
it. He wiped it off against the seat. He looked at the watch and
called Rudy up again.
"Yes?"
"Hi, it's me. I'm in a cab now, and I'll probably be with you in
about 15 minutes. Order some red wine--and it'd better be nice or
I'll kill that chef--so that it'll have the right temperature when I
get there"
"Yea, sure," said Rudy and hung up.
Jack decided that he had enough time to check if there were any
messages for him. He took out his console, after activating the
codelock with his thumb, and jacked in. No, nothing important, just
some stupid commercial messages. They shouldn't have let those firms
in on the net, now they were almost beginning to take it over. Wait ,
that was interesting; "Star Pilot dead in car accident." He read the
whole article, yes, this sounded promising. He had hired a firm that
gave him the clippings he wanted, so he wouldn't have to do that
himself, and this had apparently fallen under the one of the keywords
that he'd given them.
He took a quick peek at what went on at home. The same thing as
usual, except that Maria had apparently got tired of using her hands
and were now using a small vibrator instead. He wondered where she
had gotten it from.
The cab came to a halt and he jacked out. There was a wrecked car
that blocked the road up ahead. They were only a block or so away
from the restaurant, but he didn't want to go by foot. He sat back
and waited for the street force to clear things up. Soon they had the
wreck bulldozed away and the traffic started moving again. The cab
stopped just outside the Golden Duck. He paid the driver and got out.
A wide staircase was leading up to the entrance. The whole outside of
the house had been redone to make it look like a Chinese pagoda, and
they'd done a good job. Noone paid that kind of money, and Jack knew
exactly how much, to get a bad job. It had even been within budget,
but that might possibly be explained by the fact that a few of the
workers had mysteriously lost their kneecaps and a couple of other
redundant parts of their bodies.
The two men dressed as samurais outside recognized him and let
him in. He left his hat and coat in the locker and went to the stairs
leading to the upper floor, where the best tables were. He walked
past the line of people waiting for a table and walked up to the
maitre d'. The maitre d' called for one of the waiters who led him to
the table where Rudy was sitting.
Rudy had followed Jack advice and ordered the bottle of red wine,
but he had also finished it by himself. Jack told the waiter to bring
them the menu, and another bottle of wine, and sat down at the table.
Rudy didn't look happy, but then again, Rudy didn't need to be happy,
he was too rich for that, so noone bothered him about it.
"Hello Jack," he said, "so glad you could make it"
"Hello uncle Rudy," Jack answered, "didn't you think I was going
to show up? I thought you knew that even if I don't always arrive on
time, I never miss an appointment."
"Yes, sure I knew."
"So," Jack asked, "where's the girl?"
"What girl?" Rudy queried, "there haven't been a girl here as far
as I know."
Jack could tell that he was lying but didn't pursue the issue
further; if Rudy wanted to lie about something he was fully entitled
to do so, Jack minded his own business.
Jack held the wine up against the light, then smelled it with his
nose. It was a good wine. He took a sip of it and let it roll around
in his mouth before swallowing it.
"Hmm, a bit to warm..."
Rudy interrupted him: "Yes, you were too late so the heat in here
made the damn wine boil!"
Jack continued: "..but if I may make a guess I'd say that this was a
Palo -89, right?"
"Not even close, it's a Pan-European wine, made from finely-cloned
grapes, and in fact it's only two weeks old!"
Jack looked astonished at the contents of his glass.
"Well, they could have fooled me. I've always flattered myself
with being able to sense that plastic smell that always seem to be in
those cloned things"
Rudy mumbled something that Jack didn't quite catch.
"What did you say," Jack said.
"I said that you were right, it is a Palo -89."
Jack nodded to himself. "I thought so to, in fact, I'd say that this
was from the Richards Family Estate, late spring of... -89."
Rudy gaped wide-mouthed at him. "How can you tell that from taking a
sip of it," he shook his head, "sometimes I think you're just too
much."
"Yes Uncle Rudy, this time it was a bit TOO much, even for me. All of
it, apart from the fact that it was a Palo -89, which I in fact
thought it was, is written here on the label, in a special code."
Rudy shook his head again. "I should have guessed," he said.
The waiter came with their menus, and a new bottle of wine. Jack took
a feel at the bottle and decided that it was still too cold, and told
the waiter that he could leave it at the table and they would open it
themselves. With a wounded expression the waiter headed back for the
kitchen.
They both wanted the speciality, the Golden Duck. They got the
waiter to take their orders and when he had left Rudy decided that
the wine was warm enough. They opened the bottle and took a glass
each and just sat there talking, sipping the wine, waiting for the
food to appear.
"By the way," Jack said, "I've talked to Pete.."
Rudy let out a sound that Jack thought meant that he should go
on.
"..and he told me that Llewellyn knows nothing about last night."
"He's lying," Rudy immediately said.
"According to Pete, he's not. And he has it from a contact."
Rudy made a sound that expressed what he thought about Pete's
contacts.
"And that contact was with the force until yesterday."
"And then what, he quit?"
"No, disappeared. And according to Pete there's cover-up of it
all, maybe government."
"Government cleaners probably," Rudy said sarcastically.
Jack smiled sadly at him.
"That's all I've found out."
"That is all? Some clown tell you that his friend, who maybe was with
the force, is lost in the city? And that the government shit-lady
drops her skirts over it all!" Rudy laughed, causing several clients
of the restaurant to eye them suspiciously before returning to their
food. Rudy continued: "And that's all?"
Jack became a little irritated.
"Now listen here, I've got maybe twenty people supposed to report
to me if they see anything, and I mean anything, that might be of
interest to me, and this is the only thing I've heard. There's an
almost complete cover-up of it all. There were two waiters there,
poof, disappeared! Nobody know anything, it's like the goddamn thing
never even happened!."
Rudy looked at him calmly.
"Aha," he said at last.
"Aha, what?" Jack said with angry look.
"Aha, I think you could be telling the truth."
He frowned.
"Yes of course I'm telling the truth. All I ask of you is to try to
put out your little feelers and see what you hear. If you'll do that
for me, I'll pay you good."
Rudy looked at him for a long time.
"No," he finally said.
"No?" said Jack.
"No," said Rudy, "I wont do it for money, I'll do it for old
times sakes."
He held up his glass towards Jack.
"A toast for old times sake."
Jack clinked his glass into Rudy's and looked him in the eye.
"Old times sake."
They each took a deep swallow and then put the glasses down on
the table. After a few minutes the head waiter, accompanied by the
Chef, two other waiters, a synthesizer player, three kitchen maids
and a couple of stray dogs came in. Behind them walked four kitchen
boys arrived, carrying two large, golden trays. The boys put the
trays down on the table and stepped back while the waiter lifted the
lid of Jack' tray. Beneath it was the Golden Duck, still with it's
feathers on, laying on a bed a mix of honey and it's own sauce. Jack
began to feel hungry, and a bit sick, but that was a nice feeling.
The head of the duck lay limply with it's head to one eye, it's eyes
staring empty at him. He felt very hungry now.
While the synthesizer player started playing out neo-psycho
versions of old songs the head waiter started to cut his duck, under
the close supervision of the anxious chef. The head waiter laid a
small bit of the duck on Jack' plate. He took a small piece of it and
put it in his mouth, then chewed and swallowed meticulously. It
tasted like heaven.
"Not too bad," he smiled at the head waiter who beamed with pride,
"give my regards to the chef."
The head waiter turned around and whispered something in the
chef's ear. The chef whispered back.
"The Chef thanks you for being so kind."
"Nothing to it," Jack said, waving with a fork.
The same procedure was repeated with Rudy, who seemed a bit
embarrassed by the whole show. Jack knew that he liked this kind of
attention, but he also knew that Rudy would never admit to that. The
head waiter motioned to one of the maids to help Jack. She put rice
and vegetables on his plate and stepped back. The rest of the crowd,
including the couple of dogs, left. The synthesizer player left when
Jack gave him a couple of decicreds.
When they were through eating they ordered some coffee. When Jack
coffee arrived he sent it back to the kitchen saying that he wanted
something stronger than dishwater. A minute later he had what he
wanted. They drank their coffee and finally ended their dinner. Rudy
had to leave, he had other obligations and meetings he said, and had
already been here too long.
They shook hands and Rudy left. Since Rudy had paid in advance
Jack called at the girl sitting behind him and told her to get him a
lemon vodka, on the rocks. He slowly sipped it, thinking about what
to do next. Since Rudy had paid so much for this dinner, Jack decided
he could take himself a few liberties.
He called the girl up to him with a snap of the fingers. She
immediately came up to him and whispered:
"Yes, sir?"
"If you want to have some fun, meet me outside the men's room in
five minutes," Jack whispered back.
The girl looked at him, deeply surprised, and then rose with an
angry look on her face and walked out into the kitchen. He decided
that even if she didn't show up the expression on her face made the
question worthwhile. He waited three minutes, then got up and made
his way towards the men's room.
He passed the waiter on his way there and told him discreetly were he
was going and that he was indeed coming back, although it might take
a while. He took the elevator down and when he got out the maid was
waiting for him. He smiled to himself.
"Ah, so you decided to go along for a little fun then?"
She looked back at him.
"Yes," she said.
She had been so upset that she had told her female boss what had
happened. Her boss had immediately ordered her to go, and said that
mr. Lucas was such an old customer, as well as a friend of the
owners, so she had to go if she wanted her job. The girl, who had
never even seen the owners did what she had been ordered to do and
took the stairs down to the bottom floor, where the men's room was.
What her boss didn't tell her was that she had once gotten a
"treatment" by Jack, and she felt that the maid would like it.
"Follow me," he said and led the way towards the men's room. He
opened the door and motioned for her to get in. He checked all the
booths, but they were all empty. He told the girl to lock the door to
the toilet, and she did.
"Okay," he said, "now off with with your clothes!"
The girl just stared at him, too surprised to do anything. He
caught hold of her blouse and ripped it off with the torn buttons
spinning across the room. Before he had a chance to finish the girl
stopped him and told him that she was going to do it. She slowly took
of her skirt, with her back towards him. She had a nice, broad ass.
The rest of her body was a bit to skinny for his taste.
She took off her bra and panties and just stood there, with her
back turned. He walked up to her and started fondling her breasts
violently from behind. After a while he let one hand slowly glide
down her belly. He started to squeeze her mound, and finally opened
her pussy lips and let a couple of finger glide in which made the
girl gasp.
The nipple that he had continued to squeeze had now gotten hard,
but he let go of it and let the middle finger of that hand slowly
glide down her back. He let it glide in between her cheeks, while he
continued to fingerfuck her with his other hand. He withdrew the two
fingers that he had been fucking her pussy with and pressed four
fingers against her now wet pussy lips. With a violent push he showed
the four finger into her cunt at the same time as he rammed a couple
of fingers into her ass. The girl started to move, trying to free
herself from the fingers that were intruding on her most private
places. But it was no use, he held her too tightly with his arms for
her to get free.
He started to fuck her faster now, almost lifting her up with his
hands. He put his head under the girls left arm and reached for her
breast. He bit her left nipple as hard as he could, which made the
girl twitch and scream. He repeated the procedure with her right
breast, which made the girl scream even higher, because this time she
knew what was going to happen. His fucking of the girl made her come
with a series of small groans and yelps, although she had decided in
advance not to enjoy it or to feel anything.
He withdrew his hands from her and told her to lick them off, which
she obediently did. Then he ordered her to go into the nearest toilet
booth and masturbate. She hesitated at first, but a couple of blows
across her face made her change her mind. He forced her into the
booth and to sit down on the toilet chair. After he had squeezed her
nipples forcefully the girl obediently started masturbating. He
unzipped his trouser and pulled them and his shorts down.
The girl, thinking that she was going to blow him off, reached
for his dick with her free hand. He quickly stopped this slapping her
hand and telling her that he wanted her to put that hand up her ass
instead. At first the girl resisted, but when he pinched her clit as
hard as he could, which made the girl jump and scream wildly, she
quickly obeyed. She reached behind her back and started pushing two
fingers into her asshole, which had so recently been mistreated by
his fingers.
He could see that it hurt her, because she bit her lips and drops
of sweat started to show on her forehead. He reached in between her
legs and helped her, and when he was finally satisfied let go off her
completely, giving her a last couple of pinches to her nipples.
"Listen now, bitch," he told her, "if you stop masturbating now, I'm
gonna beat you up so that you'll never be able to fuck again. You got
that?"
The girl swallowed and nodded nervously as she kept on fucking
herself in her ass and cunt. Jack took hold of his dick, aimed it at
her, and started urinating. The girl stopped, but he caught hold of
her throat with his free hand and squeezed, which made her continue.
The wet stream of pee was flowing down her tits and belly, making her
fingers and her pussy all wet.
He could see that she was enjoying this, her eyes were wide-open
in surprise. The warm stream made her hornier than ever, and she
started to come again. Jack didn't let go of her throat, instead he
squeezed it harder and harder, and the loss of air almost made the
girl unconscious, but at the last moment he let go of it and the girl
slumped to the floor, gasping for air. Jack started masturbating, and
it didn't take him many seconds to come. He shot his jizz all over
the girl laying on the floor, wiped his dick off on her face and
hair, pulled up his short and pants and zipped them up. He took hold
of the girls hair and lifted her up by it. He forced her head down
into the toilet bowl and then flushed. When she felt the water coming
around her head, she started to scream again, but suddenly, to her
own surprise, the fright made her come again, more violently than any
of the times before. He let go of her wet hair and she dropped to the
floor, completely exhausted. He took a couple of pictures from
different angles and then left her there and walked out of the toilet
and took the elevator up to the restaurant again. He finished the
last of his vodka and left, taking his case, which he'd left on the
table, with him.
He stopped on his way out to pick up his hat and coat in the
locker. When he stood there a group of men came in, and when he
recognized who they were he moved into the shadow so that he wasn't
spotted. He made sure that his small laser was at hand and then
stepped out in front of them. The two thugs in the new suits, and
sunglasses who were escorting the large man in the middle stepped in
front of him. The large man in the middle stopped them.
"Hallo there, Mr Manrig," the man said with a slightly nasal voice,
"it's been a while." They didn't shake hands, Jack knew what the
Chief of the Force, for that's who it was, thought about touching
other people.
"Nice to meet you again, sir," Jack said with a slight bow of the
head. The man started to walk past him, but Jack stopped him by
saying:
"Might one ask if there's any news of last night?"
"No, nothing," the Chief said with a concerned smile, "but we'll
catch the one who did it soon enough," he finished with a little nod
and walked away, the two thugs a couple of steps behind him.
He walked out of the restaurant, and got out into the fresh air
again. He checked his watch, it was only 9:30, so he had plenty of
time. One of the samurais got him a cab and he told the cabdriver to
go to the "Fresh Horses" on Dove Ave.
The cabdriver drove out into the traffic without looking, nearly got
hit by a Force car going at full speed, and started shouting insults
after the disappearing car. Jack interrupted him by saying:
"Follow that car instead!"
The cabdriver turned around and looked at him:
"Man, I'm sick and tired of all the tourists that tell me to
'follow that car'. I don't do those things anymore."
Jack drew out his small lasergun and pointed it at the driver, who
just shook his shoulders and turned around again. He accelerated
rapidly and soon they were on the tails of the car that had passed
them. Meanwhile Jack had pulled out his press card and now showed it
to the driver, who just shook his shoulders again.
"Man, I've seen thousands of those, they make 'em by the dozen."
Jack sat back and let him get on with the driving. The squad car
came to a stop and the driver parked just behind it. He paid the
driver, adding a couple of decicreds, and got out. The cab drove
away, burning rubber.
He recognized one of the force officers that were standing there
and walked up to him. When the officer saw him, he got a look of
nausea on his face. Jack didn't let that stop him and went up to the
officer.
"Hello there, sergeant, what's happened?" he said with a broad
smile.
The sergeant turned to him.
"Nothing much at all, mr, aah..."
"Bartolini," Jack filled in.
"...Bar-to-lini," the sergeant said, making the word sound more
like a highly contagious disease than a name. Jack gave him another
broad smile.
"And what exactly is 'nothing much', officer, aah, McClusky?"
"Just some bloke who tried to fly and didn't flap his wings fast
enough."
"Anyone I should know?" Jack queried.
"Nah, shouldn't think so."
"What's his name?"
"We don't know yet, but we will when we get a chance to search
his place."
"Could I have a look at him."
"Yea, sure, look all you like. He's laying in the bodybag over
there."
He went over and unzipped the bag in the end where the dead mans head
ought to be. He found the head all right, but the rest of the body
wan't connected to it. He didn't recognize him, but took a couple of
pictures to send to Pete. He went back to Sergeant McClusky who was
trying to reach HQ over the vid.
"Okay," he said, "I've had a look now. Contact me if you hear
anything, will you?"
The sergeant nodded, but Jack knew that of course he wasn't going
to contact him. Jack waved his hand and finally got a cab to stop. He
told the cab to take him to the "Fresh Horses" and they drove away.
* /-- | | /--\ |--\ --- |--- |--\
* | | | | | | | | | | | */ j a c k h. \*
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* and they told each other to
* |--- (04/19) calmly wait for more time
* | -- Naden Brosham --
***** | **************************************
******** |- OUR : Fresh Horses I ***********************************
* |
The cab pulled up outside of the "Fresh Horses", a small bar down in
the lower parts of town. Jack paid his money and got out. Loud music
was coming out of the place, and you could hear the sound of many
people having fun. The windows were completely black, only a couple
of feet at the top was open, and there traces of bright lights and
laser beams could be seen. He stepped up to the door, guarded by two
men dressed totally in black leather, filled with and chains. One of
the men recognized him, and he was let in without having to show his
membership card.
This was a private club, and it was frequented by a selected
clientele. Jack didn't exactly fit in, but since he knew the owners
he'd got a membership card anyway. When he came in through the door
he immediately felt the mixed smell of rubber and plastic. It was
crowded in there, and he had a hard time making it over to the bar
desk covering all of the wall opposite the entrance. It hadn't been
this crowded the last time he was here. He recognized a couple of
people and gave them small nods of greeting. There was no use talking
in here, the music was too loud. The taste of music shifted quite
often, one week '70s disco was all the rave, and then suddenly late
'80s trash-metal became popular. Now it was apparently '90s
trash-disco.
But over the music he could hear the high-pitched sound of rubber
rubbing against rubber, and the slippery sound of plastic against
plastic.
He was hindered in his way by a young woman. She wore a rubber
bra, a short black rubber skirt, a pair of rubber gloves, and a pair
of very high-heeled boots. She held a leash in her hand, the other
end of it attached to the collar of a naked man, walking on all four.
The only thing that he had on, except for the collar, was a hood that
covered his face completely. He didn't recognize her at first, but
when he looked closer he realized why; the last time he'd met her she
been wearing a standard secretary outfit, a nice skirt and jacket in
matching colours.
They greeted each other by kissing on both cheeks.
"I haven't seen you for ages!" he yelled into her ear.
She didn't hear him, the music was too loud.
"Wait!" she yelled back at him, turned around and started looking
around her, as if searching for something. She finally found what she
was looking for and waved her hand for someone to come. A man in the
other end of the room waved his hand in recognition and started
trying to make his way over to them.
When that person came closer Jack realized that what he'd first
taken for a man was actually a woman, a woman more than 1.90 above
the ground, and with large muscles bulging under her tight rubber
sweater. Lilith, the woman that had recognized him at first, kicked
the man that she had on a leash savagely in the stomach, which made
him fall down on the floor. Lilith promptly put one of her heels down
in his back, making him squirm with the pain. When the other woman
came up to them, Lilith gave the leash to her and walked away with
her arm in Jack', while the other woman stood staring with dark eyes
after them.
Lilith led the way past the bar through a small door, after
taking the key to it from a hook behind the bar. When they closed
that door behind them, the music and noise from the other room
dropped to where it was actually bearable.
"Damn nice meeting you again, Jack," she said, "it's been a while."
"Yea," he answered, "it certainly has."
He couldn't help staring at her, it almost seemed like some kind of
'Ugly Duckling' fairy-tale--in reverse that is--and he could hardly
believe that what he saw was the same woman.
"Well," he said at last, "I must say that you've changed a bit since
I saw you last, my dear Lil."
Lilith smiled.
"But what happened to that secretary job?"
"Ah, I quit. First I did this just for fun," she indicated the room
around them with a sweep of her arm. He could see that it contained
everything a rubber-fetishist could ever want, "but then people got
to like me, I became more and more wanted. And now, I work full-time
here as a hostess/domina."
"And what about that woman out there, she work her too." Lilith
managed to blush. "Yea, she works here too. She's my girlfriend."
"Your girlfriend?" said Jack with a laugh, "now that's something new.
I thought you liked men. She a TV, or what?"
"Fuck no, but as a woman she's more of a man than any man I've
ever met."
He looked at her.
Lilith quickly added: "Present company excluded, of course."
He started laughing even louder. "I must say, you've always been a
smart girl, Lil."
She couldn't help smiling either.
"By the way, who was that man out there?"
"Oh, just a client. I have a few steady ones that come to me
regularly."
"Who is he?"
"Just some local salary-man, small potato."
He checked his watch. "Listen, I have to talk to some people, but I
was wondering about one thing."
Lilith gave him a crooked smile, "Yes," she said.
"Yes, what?" Jack wondered.
"Yes, I want to have some fun with you later," she said.
"How did you know that that was what I was going to ask you?"
"Listen here, Jack Palmer, I've known you for seven year's, I
know what you like, and what you want."
"Yea," he said with a thoughtful look on his face, "I can see that
you do."
"But," Lilith continued, "on one condition, and that is that Sarah
can join. She gets SO jealous when she doesn't know what I'm doing."
"Yea, sure," said Jack, "as long as I don't have to do anything with
her too. I don't know if I can handle that big amazon woman of
yours." If he put his soul into it, he probably could fix her too,
but it wouldn't come easy, it'd probably be easier if you were two.
Lilith gave him a smile. "You don't have to worry about her, she'll
let her anger out on that salary-man instead."
"Okay," said Jack, "but then I'll find you when I'm ready then
and we'll have some fun."
"Okay," said Lilith.
"And it felt damn good seeing you again."
"And you too."
They left the room. He went over to the bar and ordered himself a
drink. One of the girls tending the bar came up to him, yelling at
him, what he wanted to drink. She was wearing a rubber corselet and a
pair of rubber panties, with two dildos on the inside. He knew what
happened when you wore one of those things too long, you got sore,
and he could tell that every step was painful to her, she was almost
stumbling forward, with her feet wide apart.
He ordered a lemon vodka on the rocks and asked her if Sally was
there. first she didn't hear what he said, but when he screamed the
question again at the top of his lungs she managed to hear him and
left. She walked away on stiff legs, the twin dildos in her ass and
pussy constantly gnawing at her tender membranes.
She came back with the drink, and Sally. When Sally, a tiny
little coloured girl whose head almost didn't reach up to his chest,
saw who it was, she winked at him and went away again. She came back
carrying a small envelope. Sally had also a pair of rubber panties on
her, but he guessed that she had the had the one-dildo type, Sally
didn't like to have things in her pussy.
In fact, Sally had one of the tightest pussy's that he had ever
seen in a grown woman, you could hardly get a finger in. Sally
compensated this, both for herself and for others, by being able to
take almost anything up her ass. Even Pete, when they had starred
together in a film some years ago, had been able to enter her rear
canal without trouble.
Dieu, thought Jack, that must be at least five years ago! It was
hard keeping track of time. They say that time heal all wounds, but
what if time itself is the disease?
Jack and Sally kissed each other on both cheeks, and Sally handed him
the envelope.
"How long?" he shouted in her ear.
"A couple of days, I think," she shouted back.
He turned the envelope in his hands; it was light grey, made out of
some heavy type of paper, he hadn't seen the sort before. It looked
expensive. He tucked it down in the inner pocket of his coat, to save
for later.
"Lots of action tonight, ey?" Sally shouted.
He nodded. "Yea, I haven't seen this many people in here for a
long time, what's up?"
"Haven't you heard about the show?"
"What show?"
She rolled up her eyes.
"On what planet have you been for the last couple of day, Venus?
It doesn't start until 1, then you'll be able to see for yourself."
"Okay, I will," he shouted back at her.
A man shouted for Sally to fix him his drink. The man wore a
white corselet, with matching garter belt, silk stockings and
panties. Jack laughed at him, took his drink and left, making his way
downstairs.
It was a bit quieter down there, although the music could still
be heard clearly. His RayBans quickly adjusted to the light level.
His ears were ringing. He sat down at one of the few empty tables and
slowly sipped his drink.
His vid beeped and he picked it up.
"Yea?"
"Qui est-ce?"
"Who wants to know?"
"Mais, qui est la?"
Jack sighed, sometimes it was tiring being careful.
"Okay, mister," he finally said, "first name begins with a 'J'."
"And that wouldn't be 'J' for Jack?"
He had no accent at all, despite the fact that he'd first asked
in French. His voice was deep and bassy, and the English was perfect
Pan-European.
"Could be," said Jack.
"Aha," said the man.
"Listen," Jack said, "if you want something say it now or I'll
hang up!"
"Now there, why so testy? My name is Inspector Clouzet, of the
French Suret[ Noveau."
"Oh, yea?" Jack wondered who was trying to pull his leg.
"And I'm calling about a drug-related murder here in Paris."
"Paris, Texas, ey?" Jack said.
The man in the other end laughed, a chuckling little laugh that Jack
immediately hated.
"No, Paris, France actually. We have a problem here, monsieur
Jack, and we were wondering if you could help us with something."
"Sure, if I can be of any assistance, why not?" He was beginning
to wonder what the hell this was all about.
"Well, I am handling a drug-related murder-case her, and we found
this small piece of burnt paper in an ashtray in the apartment of the
deceased person. After our technicians analyzed it, they were able to
tell us that the paper simply said 'Jack' and this vidnumber. This is
why we think you could help us, monsieur Jack."
Jack was thinking fast, who the hell did he know in France?
"Well, mr Louzet.."
"Clouzet," interrupted the man in the other end helpfully.
"..mr Closet," Jack continued, "I would very much like to help
you, but as far as I know, I don't know anyone in France, noone at
all. You couldn't describe the murdered man for me?"
"Murdered woman, actually," the inspector said, and then waited
for Jack to say something.
"Oh," Jack said.
"Yes, let me see now, ah, here it is. She was Caucasian, dark
blonde, blue eyes, about 160 centimeters tall and was of normal
build, on the slim side. She had no special features, except for a
small birthmark near her right eye, and a small tattoo of an eel or
something tattooed on her right buttock. Now, monsieur Jack, does
that, as you say over there, ring a bell?"
Fils de bon Dieu, Erica! Shit!
"No," Jack answered without hesitation, his voice calm, "I don't
think I've ever met a woman that matches that description."
This was no lie, because he had never mat anyone with an eel on
her bum, although he had met someone, Erica in fact, who had had a
dragon's tail tattooed on her.
"What a pity," Inspector Clouzet said apologetically.
"Yes," Jack said.
"And you can't think of a reason why a woman in France would have
your number?"
"No, I'm very sure that I haven't given my number to anyone in
France."
Which was also true, he'd given Erica this number here, in this
very club.
"Well, you couldn't give us your last name and everything, if we
should need to come in contact with you again?"
"Yes, sure," Jack said and gave the French inspector a new false name
and address.
They hung up, and he made a note to have this vidnumber re-routed
tomorrow.
What the hell had Erica been doing in Paris? The last he'd heard of
her she had just a spot as a talento in some stupid local show, but
that was over 3 months ago. He hadn't seen her since.
But you never knew, Europe was a strange place to be.
He finished his whisky and opened his case. He opened the box of the
blue crystals and, using a pair of tweezers, picked one up and placed
it on a small mirror. Using a razorblade he cut in two, and then
repeated the process so that he was left with an eighth of the
crystal. He put the rest back in the box and then crushed the eighth
into a fine dust. He held the mirror up to his nose and softly drew
in. Nobody took any notice of what he did, they were all too busy
with their own business. Nobody cared, anyway.
The drug shot quickly through his veins up to his brain, and he
could soon feel it's effects on him. He was beginning to feel very
alive, and the world around him started moving slower and slower, and
to sparkle. He began noticing tiny little details, like that the
table in front him was full of dents and bruises. His heartbeat
dropped to half it's former speed.
Someone came up to his table. He looked up and stared into a pair
of the coldest eyes he'd ever seen. Jack smiled a slow, cunning
smile.
"Hello there Marcus, sit down and have a drink."
Marcus, without taking his eyes off him, sat down in a
floor-mounted swivelchair on the other side of the table. He was
quite small, but his shoulders were broad, although his bulky jacket
hid most of it. He was completely white, almost like an albino, with
white hair that had been coloured purple on the sides.
A waitress walked by and Jack called her to the table. She wore
only a pair of string panties, and both her nipples had been pierced
with tiny golden rings, from which small weights hung. She was
violently chewing on a gum.
"Yea, whadda ya want?"
"Lemon vodka on the rocks for me," Jack said and looked at
Marcus.
"One double-barrel," Marcus ordered, without taking his eyes off
Jack.
The waitress left.
"So," Jack said, looking at Marcus, "what have you got for me?"
Marcus took out a crumpled piece of paper out of one of his pockets
and threw it across the table so that it landed in front of Jack.
Jack took it up and read it. A frown spread on his face. Their drinks
came, his lemon vodka and Marcus double-shot. A double-barrel is beer
mixed with whiskey, with whipped cream and a few ounces of Cocaine
mixed with cocoa spread on top. Jack thought it tasted awful, but it
had been quite popular for a couple of months.
"Who gave you this?" Jack said and indicated the piece of paper.
Marcus shrugged his shoulders and tasted his drink. Jack sighed. It
was no use trying to question Marcus, he was the perfect errand boy.
"How much?" Jack asked and pulled out his wallet.
"Been paid for," Marcus said and stood up. He took his drink him
and left.
The note had simply said:
you're being watched, be careful
He took out a little device from his case, turned it on and waited
for a couple of seconds. The instrument didn't indicate anything so
either noone was watching him in here or they were doing it by ear.
The market for bugging devices had abruptly dropped when these little
combined bug-searchers and he scramblers had first come out some
years ago. He didn't wan't to look around him. He put the machine
down in his case again and closed it.
He stood up and walked over to the small bar disk. As he walked
he surveyed the surroundings discretely, but he couldn't spot anyone
that was following him.
"'Scuse me," he said to one of the bartenders, "you haven't got the
time, have you?"
The bartender looked at his watch. "It's a quarter past eleven."
Jack checked his Seiko.
"This damn thing is too slow."
He looked up at the bartender again.
"What time does the show start?"
"Zero Thirty."
"Thank you," Jack said and left. The bartender shrugged his
shoulder and went to serve another customer, a fat man in an badly
fitted suit.
Jack went round the bar and entered the door that said toilets. He
entered the toilet that said "Zeros", for ladies, and locked the door
after himself. He checked the booths, only one was occupied. He
waited for the woman in there to get ready, and when she got out he
jumped out and grabbed her from behind. He put a hand over her mouth
to prevent her from screaming and whispered in her ear:
"Don't scream or I'll have to hurt you. Okay?"
She nodded.
He took of his belt and tied her arms behind her back. He put her
down on the floor and pulled up her skirt. She started to protest,
but he quieted her down by leaning towards her head. "If you make one
more attempt to scream I will cut of your left nipple. You wouldn't
want that, would you?" She shook her head vigorously. He rolled down
her stocking and pulled of her white panties. He replaced the belt
around her hand with one of the stockings and used the other to
blindfold her. He gagged her with the panties and then without
further delay took out his knife and cut the rest of her clothes to
pieces. He threw the remains of her clothes into a waste-basket. He
looked down at her and sighed; she had a beautiful body, he felt
sorry that he wasn't going to have time to use it.
He took out a syringe and took of the cover from the needle. He
put a knee against her back and held the syringe against one of the
girls buttocks and pressed a button which made the substance into the
syringe shoot into her body. The pain made her begin to kick and try
to scream, but the substance that now was in her blood made her stop
within seconds, and after thirty seconds she passed out. Jack turned
her around and checked her breathing and her pupils; she was going to
do just fine.
He stepped over her, went over to the door and unlocked it
slowly, to make as little noise as possible. He stepped out into the
corridor and looked around. Outside the men's room a man was
standing, looking a bit lost. When he saw Jack he quickly turned
around. Jack walked up to him.
"Talk about embarrassing, I forgot my glasses and walked into the
ladies room," he said with a wide man-to-man smile. The man in the
long, black overcoat smiled back at him.
"Well those things happen, mr Sikking," he answered.
"Yea, I suppose so."
He opened the door to the men's room, but instead of going in he
slammed the door in the face of the man, who had been standing next
to it. The man was a bit dizzy, and Jack gave him a fast blow on the
side of the neck. Without a sound the man sank to the floor. He took
him by the shoulders and dragged him to the ladies room. He closed
the door after himself. He was in a hurry now, someone might come.
He hadn't recognized the man, but that didn't matter, he had been
recognized himself, and he didn't like to be followed. He undressed
the man and laid him down on the girl, as if the man had raped her.
He took out another syringe just like the one he'd used on the girl.
When the man felt the pain of the needle he woke up, but he soon
passed out too. He smiled too himself; now to the nasty part of it.
He took out a small box with a wire attached to it that ended in a
two metal clamps which he attached to the mans balls. He pushed a
button on the box a couple of times and the mans penis went erect.
Jack put on a pair of rubber gloves and applied some synthetic
vaginal fluids in between the woman's cunt lips. With a disgusted
look he inserted the now rigid penis into the woman. He stepped back
and pressed another button on the little box. The penis started
twitching, and soon it twitched faster and faster. finally the man
came and the little box stopped giving impulses. He took off the
clamps and put everything away. He searched the mans coat, found a
wallet and put it in his inner pocket. Jack opened the door, and
after carefully looking both ways, he left.
It had only been four minutes since he'd left his table.
He sat down at the same table again and waited for something to
happen. After a while a woman came running out of the door leading to
the toilets and ran over to one of the girls in the bar. The girl
took up a vid and quickly dialled a number. Within minutes five more
girls had come and disappeared through the door. He felt sorry for
the man, he knew these girls. They were quite tough, and they didn't
like rapes, although they didn't turn down the chance to rape
someone.
He got up and left.
* /-- | | /--\ |--\ --- |--- |--\
* | | | | | | | | | | | */ j a c k h. \*
* | | | | | | | | | | |
*** | |--| |--| |--/ | |- |--/ ****************************
***** \-- | | | | | | |--- | \ ******************************
* and they told each other to
* |--- (05/19) calmly wait for more time
* | -- Naden Brosham --
***** | **************************************
******** |- IVE : Fresh Horses II **********************************
* |
When he got out into the other room, the music hit him like a wall.
He took the wide stairs leading up to the second floor. When he came
up he turned left down a corridor, with four doors on either side. He
checked the small notes by the doors; if you wanted to meet someone
in private, and had no access to the VIP room that he had previously
been into, you could use one of these room. They were free of cost,
included in the high membership fee. Jack found what he was looking
for, a small note on a door to his left that simply said: "4". Jack
knocked on the door. The small intercom came to life.
"Who 's'it?" a young female voice asked with a heavy Japanese accent.
"<It's your favourite uncle,>" he answered in Japanese. The lock
of the door clicked open and he went in. The room was about 12 foot
square, the walls draped with heavy curtains, except for one that
consisted entirely of a one-way mirror, giving you a perfect view of
what went on downstairs. The four girls in there didn't give him a
look, but kept on eating and watching a large vid on one of the walls
that was showing some highly romantic talento series. The girls were
completely naked, all four of them, and were sitting with their knees
under themselves, eating something with sticks. They were all
Eurasian, quite small, and he knew that they were between 15 and 18
years old.
They were also highly deadly, and there were rumours that they
had killed at least 70 men. He sat down on his knees and waited for
the show to end, since he didn't want to interrupt one of their
favourite shows. He didn't know their names, and he didn't think that
they knew themselves, they called each other One, Two, Three and
Five. He didn't know if there had once been a Four, and what had
happened to her. They called themselves the 'gang of four' or just
'4', which explained the note on the door. They had done him a lot of
services in the past.
Something under a blanket in one of corners moved. One of the
girls, five, put down her bowl and sticks and got up. She took off
the blanket and revealed a very small girl lying tied beneath it. She
couldn't have been older than 12 years or so, and he guessed that she
had been sedated because her eyes stared dazedly around her. She had
bruises all over her frail body and he could see that one of her
small nipples had recently been pierced, a small dried trail of blood
had poured from it. Contrary to the other girls golden skin, this
girl was white. She had been shaved completely bald, even her
eyebrows were missing.
Five took out the buttplug that had been inserted into the small
girl and replaced it with a larger one. She made sure the blindfold
hadn't slipped, checked that the hand- and foot-cuff wasn't hurting
the girl, and started to fuck the girls hairless pussy with her
fingers. The small girl started to groan, somewhat hindered by the
gag in her mouth, which made Two and Three turn their heads. They
gave Five a dangerous look and she stopped what she had been doing
and covered the girl with the blanket again.
She went back to the other girls, still without looking at him,
and sat down and continued to eat. Still looking at the vid, Two,
stretched out a hand and gave five's left nipple a hard pinch. Five
flinched at the pain and angrily slapped Two's hand away. Two turned
against five and grinned.
When the show was over they all turned to him. They greeted each
other by bowing. "<Pleased to meet you, favourite Uncle,>" One said.
"<Pleased to meet you,>" he answered politely, "<and may the sun
always hide it's face from you>."
They continued talking about this and that for a few minutes. They
spoke in Japanese, which was a language that he knew quite well. He
had been spotted when he entered the building and the four girls
jealously questioned him about the girl that he had talked too. They
also asked if he had heard anything about the rape in the ladies
room, which they'd already heard of, but he of course answered that
he knew nothing. After all this they were ready for business.
"<So, uncle Jack, what do you want with us today?>" One said.
He bowed back.
"<Honourable sisters, I have something for you,>" he said and
took out the box with the blue stuff out of his case.
"<Aeyah,>" Three said, "<that looks good, what is it?>" The rest
of the girls nodded in accordance.
"<The chemical name is di2-3-Reozin, but I prefer to call it
'Blue Ice' ,>" he answered, "<and it's 97 percent pure.>"
Five let out a soft whistle.
"<And,>" he continued, "<it's completely synthetic, which makes
it perfectly legal>."
The girls nodded their approval of this. Five scratched herself
in the ass, which made one give her an angry look. Five blushed and
Jack laughed to himself.
"<I must apologize for younger sister,>" One said, "<she haven't
really learnt to behave yet>."
Five gave One a wounded look.
"<Oh,>" said Jack with a smile, "<I know several people with
better education than her that does the same thing, and they don't
even have asses half ass nice as younger sister here>."
Five smiled at him, but quickly lowered her eyes. He knew that it
was no use to try to meet five alone, since the girls were always
together. He had been with all of the girls once, a really
frightening experience, and he'd decided not to try it again. It had
taken him two weeks to recover.
"<How much do you want for it?>" Three asked.
"<Tell me how much you're willing to offer and we'll make a
deal,>" he said.
The girls started to talk, in a dialect that Jack didn't
understand. When they were finished they turned around again.
"<Uncle, we can only give you 50 creds a K for 50 K,>" Two said
and almost looked sad, "<the market is not as good as it once was>."
He knew that this was a lie. He shook his head. "<No, sister, I
cannot sell at that price. I can only go down as far as 80>."
The girls gasped and One said: "<That is too much! That way we'll
lose all our profit! But we can go as far as 55, and,>" she indicated
the young white girl with a well-manicured hand, "<we'll let you lend
the girl for a week>."
He shook his head.
"<I have no need for a girl, but I can go as low as 75, and that
is my final offer>."
The girls conferred again, and after a lot of hassling they
agreed on 59 creds a K;, and that they would sometime in the future
let him lend the girl anyway. Both parts were satisfied by this, and
the money and 'Blue Ice' changed owners. Jack had been willing to go
as low as 15 a K, because they were 'old friends', but this he of
course didn't tell them.
The 4 asked if he did not wish to try the girl now, to make sure that
there was nothing wrong with her. Jack understood that this was not
the real reason why they wanted him to use the little girl. Usually,
if the 4 wanted a man they would just grab one or use a dildo, which
was a whole lot simpler. But in this case that would not work. Since
they had planned to make money on the girl, renting her out like the
other ten or so girls that they already had in their 'stable', they
had to have someone they trusted 'test-drive' her first. And there
were not that many men that they trusted; Jack, being 'family' was
one.
They wanted to see if she had learnt anything from their lessons.
He declined the invitation at first, as proper manners told him to,
but when they insisted he agreed.
He stood up, and Two and Three pulled down his trousers and
started stroking his dick and balls to get it to the right size. One
and five pulled the blankets of the girl and removed her gag. She
didn't move, just sat up with her eyes still closed, which further
strengthened his suspicions that she had been sedated. When his dick
was fully erect, to a size that made the young girl finally open her
eyes a little more, Two slipped on a condom on it. The girl started
to say something, but when One hit the girl in the stomach she
stopped. They dragged her up on her feet and Jack promptly walked
over to her.
Five forced the small girls jaws open and he tried to push his
dick in, stretching her mouth wide apart, but it just wouldn't go in.
One took a good hold of upper and lower jaw and pulled them apart,
and finally he was able to enter her mouth. He pushed his dick in
hard, making the young girl almost choke. The young girl apparently
had been badly taught, or was too scared to act, because she did
nothing. One shouted at her, but when the girl didn't react she
started pushing her head back and forth. Soon the girl knew what to
do, and One let go of her head. The other girls stood round and
watched, giving the young girl orders on what to do.
If it had been Jack' girl, but he would never have bought a girl this
young, he would have started off with being tender and sweet to her,
to build up her trust for him. But since this was the four's girl, he
just did what they asked him to do, and fucked her mouth as hard as
he could.
He put his hands on the small girls head, it was smooth as a
babies ass. He could feel that she had been oiled with something,
because her skin was a bit slippery. Five sat down behind him, and
with a hand on the young girls hand, forced one of her small fingers
into his asshole. He liked that, and when Five also licked around his
asshole, he promptly came, filling the condom with his semen. Two
took off his condom, forced the girls head back and emptied the
contents of the condom down her throat. The small girl almost choked,
but Two held her mouth together so she was forced to swallow. Five
wiped him off, and he pulled up his trousers again.
The small girl was gagged once again, and now One and Two wanted
to play with her. They inserted a large dildo in her and started to
fuck her.
Jack took his things and left. The girls almost didn't notice it,
they were too busy playing with their new toy. He closed the door
after himself and made his way down to the entrance floor again.
He looked around a bit, and then he spotted Lilith. She was
talking to Sarah, her girlfriend, in the other end of the large hall.
He walked close to the wall, and came, after a lot of showing, up to
where the girls were standing. He said hi, and Lilith said hi back;
she was still holding that man on a leash. Sarah just stared at him.
"So," he screamed in Lil's ear, "how's it gonna be?"
Lilith gave Sarah a quick glance and then looked back at him.
"Okay," she answered, "but we have to get rid of this one first."
Jack looked at the man who stood on all four, obediently trying
to lick Lil's muff, although he could hardly get his tongue out
through the mask. The rubber mask had no holes for the eyes, so Lil
had to guide him with the leash.
"Bring him, then," Jack screamed, "Sarah can have him while we
have some fun!"
Lilith looked at Sarah, who shrugged her shoulders indifferently.
Jack took Lilith by the arm and they started to try to make their way
towards the playroom.
"The show starts in 30 minutes," Lil screamed into his ear, "don't
you want to see it?"
"Yea, sure," he screamed back, "but we can make a break then,
okay?" Lilith nodded and passed it on to Sarah.
They got the key and got in, Jack locked the door when the other had
entered. Lilith gave the leash to Sarah who began to strap the man to
the wall. She started whipping him hard, without any real interest.
Meanwhile Jack had pushed Lil backwards down over something that
looked like a chair and was now tying her arms and legs to it. After
he was finished with this he blindfolded her. He looked around the
walls, ah, just what he was looking for. He took out a short
multi-thonged whip and tested it by letting it swish through the air.
He went over to Lil and brought the whip down hard on her stomach.
Lil started to kick, she recognized what type of whip it had been,
and she hated it. He gave her a couple of quick lashes over her
stomach, finished it by giving the insides of her thighs a couple of
blows. He took of her rubber bra and threw it into on of the corners.
He started to whip her breasts now, and soon they were completely
covered with red welts and the nipples stood up hard like red little
cherries. He gave her an occasional whip across her thighs, which
became easier when he pulled up her short skirt. He knew that her
breasts and belly must feel like they were on fire by now, the silken
whip had that effect. He untied her legs and pulled her skirt and
rubber panties down.
He smiled to himself, Lil had always had a tendency to overdo
things. Each of her outer lips had been fitted with five silver
rings, alternated on both sides. A small silver chain ran through
them all, ending in a small lock. He looked up at Sarah, who had
finished whipping the man and had now attached weights to his nipples
and dick.
Without a word, Sarah took out a chain hanging around her neck
and threw it to Jack who used the key that was hanging on it to open
the tiny lock. Jack brought the whip down between Lil's legs without
hesitation. When it hit her mound she screamed, and began to try to
get loose. Jack continued to whip her tender pussy, giving her
breasts and the insides of her thighs an occasional whip. When he
tired of this he took down a couple of thin ropes from the wall. He
tied one end of each of the ropes to the middle ring on each of her
pussy lips. Then he routed the ropes over the chair, went round it an
held Lil's head up as far as it would go, so that her chin almost
touched her chest.
He tied the ropes behind Lil's head and let go of it. When she tried
to bring her head back down again, her pussylips followed, so that
her movement stretched them wide apart. When she felt this, she
leaned forwards again, trying to lessen the strain on her pussy. Jack
knew that she couldn't keep this up for long. Sarah gave him a look
that said "not bad". He smiled back at her. Jack took down a
clothes-pin from the wall, he opened it, and slowly neared it to
Lil's clit. He let it slap shut on her clit, which made her scream
again and throw her head backwards. This of course made her pussylips
part wide again, which caused her to scream in pain again and throw
her head forwards.
Lil was beginning to tire of holding her neck up, and soon her
pussy was spread so far that he could see deep into her. He brought
the whip down right on her pussy, which caused the clothes-pin to
come loose. Lil screamed even higher now, and Jack went on whipping
her, giving her blow after blow on her exposed clit. Lil began
shaking her head from side to side, and he knew that she was about to
come. He stopped whipping her and took down a ribbed dildo which he
pushed into her, and started to brutally fuck her with it. The effect
of having the large dildo rubbing against her sore pussylips was too
much for Lil, and she came hard, making the dildo all wet. Jack
pulled it out and wiped it off against one of her thighs.
Sarah, who had put on a strap-on dildo and was now fucking the
man in the rubber suit stopped what she had been doing and gave him a
little applause. Jack untied the tiny ropes leading from Lil's
cuntlips and the untied her from the chair. He turned her around and
hand-cuffed her behind her back. He took down a pair of nipple-clamps
and started to attach down to Lil's nipples. She didn't make a sound,
just bit her lips. Jack gave each of the clamps a final few turns
which made Lil gasp with the pain. He lifted Lil up onto a bench, so
that she was standing on her knees and head. He took one of the tiny
ropes and bound it to one of the nipple-clamps. He took the rope and
brought it round the bench, then running it through the hole on the
other clamp. He stretched the line, which made Lil's breasts strain
to each side, making her nipples stretch to the limit.
Lil began to moan, and move her butt from side to side. Jack got
up on the bench and guided the rope through a loop in the ceiling. He
attached one end of the rope to a couple of Lil's pussy-rings. He
jumped down from the bench and began to pull on the other end of the
rope. When Lil felt the pull on her lips, and Jack helped her get up.
Now she was standing so that her head and breasts were pressed flat
against the bench, her legs straight and her ass high up in the air.
Jack inserted a large butt-plug for good measure and then went over
to Sarah.
"Why," he said to her, "it's must be nearly time for the show now!"
Sarah looked at Lil standing on the bench, licked her lips, and
then slowly nodded. "Yea, I guess so," she finally said.
"You bastard!" Lil yelled, "don't leave me standing like this!"
"Don't you like it?" Jack asked, feigning surprise.
"You bet your ass I don't," Lil yelled, and they could see that
she was sweating profoundly, "now let me loose, you assholes!"
Jack looked at Sarah, who shook her head.
A roar of applauses met Jack and Sarah when they left the room and
locked the door behind them. Jack turned around, and over the people
standing around him cheering, he saw that a large screen, measuring
at least 20 times 30 feet, had been pulled down from the ceiling. It
was showing Lil and the man, and Jack realized that they had been
seen from out here, and that their 'performance' had been
appreciated. He smiled to himself, Lil was definitely NOT going to
like this. He took Sarah under the arm and they made their way over
to the bar. They ordered their drinks, the lights dimmed. People
slowly quieted down and the show began.
A man, dressed in a deep purple dress coat, walked out on the
stage. A single spotlight followed him. People started clapping their
hands, although an occasional whiplash could still be heard. The man
raised his arms and everyone was silent.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the man said, "before our main act...."
Boos and shouts from the audience.
"..we have a couple of things that we want to show you! first,
Ron and Jon, the dynamic duo!"
The man in the dress coat left and a couple of young boys entered the
stage. They made a kind of a stand-up show, making the audience roar.
They told the audience that for every joke that nobody laughed at,
they would take of one piece of clothing. After two-or three minutes,
Ron was completely naked, while Jon still had most of his clothes on.
When Ron took of his underwear, and the audience saw his long,
dangling dick, they became wild. Someone started to scream "fistfuck,
fistfuck, fistfuck!" and soon the whole crowd joined in.
This didn't seem to be exactly what Ron and Jon had planned, but
they soon started to realize that if they wanted to get off the stage
in one piece, they had better do what the audience wanted. Someone
threw a jar of lubricating cream on the scene, and, applying lots of
this. Jon was soon able to get his hand into Ron's ass. Jon turned to
the audience and smiled a broad smile, and Ron, biting his lips from
the pain, tried to do the same. The audience roared with delight. Jon
pushed his hand in and out a couple of times, then the curtain
dropped.
Roars of applause filled the room.
The man in the dress coat came in again. "And that was Ron & Jon, a
big hand, folks!. Eeh, hrm, well anyway, here's the next act; the
Adorable miss Daisy!" He left the stage again.
The curtains opened again, this time to reveal a small woman
dressed in a tight little dress. A tape started and she began to sing
along with the music. When the audience heard her voice they realized
that she was man, and started screaming out their delight. A couple
of large men climbed up on the stage, walked over to the man singing
and started tearing his clothes off. People from backstage tried to
stop them, but it was no use, they were too strong. When the man had
been stripped from all his clothes you could see his big, new-made
breast, and his small cock. The two big men threw him down on the
floor and raped him, one in the mouth, and one in the ass. The
curtain dropped again.
"And now," the man in the purple dress coat said, "our main act!"
The audience started to whistle loudly.
"Miss Inga from Sweden!"
The curtain parted again, this time to reveal a large naked woman.
But what draw Jack', and the rest of the audience's, attention were
her breasts.
They were huge! Jack guessed that if they made bras in her size,
they'd have to be at least size 99G, or more. She took her breasts in
her hands and started to lick them, soon making her enormous nipples
get hard. They were at least five centimeters long, and the areola
around them was dark brown, and as large as a small hand.
The rest of her body was in no proportion to her breasts, she was
only about 170 cents. Jack guessed that she weighed round 120 kilos,
and a third of that weight was concentrated to her enormous breasts.
A stage hand brought in a chair, with its side towards the
audience, and Inga sat down in it. She was given a microphone and
started to sing a song; the audience went wild. From the left of the
stage four naked black men came in, carrying what looked like a
battering-ram with handles. It must have been a 120 centimeters long,
and 15 thick. People started too scream and Inga theatrically held
her hand in front of her mouth, feigning surprise and fear. She
looked at the audience: "Oh, my, that is a very big thing. I wonder
what they are going to do with that?" and blinked an eye.
One of the men had apparently been well prepared, because he
positioned himself between Inga's now spread legs and came on her
belly. "Ooh," Inga shrieked and giggled. The man started to spread
the cum over her pussy, making it slippery. Then he inserted a hand
into Inga's pussy without trouble, so apparently she was pretty big
down there too. Inga licked off the rest of the sperm from the mans
dick and then looked at the audience, licking her lips with delight.
Inga's manager had positioned himself next to the scene, and had
picked out ten men or so that placed themselves behind Inga. On a
command they all dropped their trousers. Inga once again blinked an
eye at the audience.
The four men with the battering-ram placed the thing against Inga's
pussy and then pushed the huge thing in. Inga gave the audience a
wide smile, and the four men with the ram started pushing it back and
forwards. It was too big for it to enter her entirely, but Jack
estimated that more than a foot of it disappeared into her each
thrust. Soon the men around Inga started to come, shooting their load
at her. She started letting out little screams, that soon evolved
into a continuous high-pitched scream. The started moving violently,
meeting the ram with her pelvis, making the chair that she sat on
rock from side to side. The rest of the men came, covering almost
every millimeter of her body with semen. Inga started throwing her
head from side to side, and finally she came, almost falling out of
the chair when she did.
They withdrew the ram from her pussy, and Inga stood up and bowed
to the audience. People started to stomp their feet, yelling for an
encore, but Inga just shook her head and left the stage, waving her
hands.
The curtain dropped, and opened again to reveal all the artists,
Ron & Jon, Miss Daisy and Inga. The men who had raped Miss Daisy were
there too, so apparently that had also been part of the act, just as
Jack had guessed.
Jack turned to Sarah.
"Quite a show, ey?"
Sarah shrugged her shoulders.
"They've been better. And four of the pre-acts had been cancelled
tonight, due to illness. And...," she gave him a wicked smile, "..the
horse needed a rest."
He looked back at her in surprise, and then laughed. They finished
their drinks, and then went to join Lil and the man again.
Meanwhile, Lil had begun to tire, and she was crying from the
pain of having her pussy connected to the ceiling. When she saw Jack
she started screaming at him.
"You fucking asshole, get me down from here!"
Jack and Sarah smiled at each other, this would get fun.
"Okay, bitch," Jack said, "but first you got to beg me for it."
He went round her, got up on the bench and let her loose from the
ceiling. He helped her down on the bench, and then stepped he down on
the floor again. Even though the strain on her pussylips had stopped,
they were still spread wide apart. Jack tried to insert a couple of
finger into her, and they slipped in without trouble. Lil greeted him
by letting out small moans, her to her tender pussy this must feel
like getting violated by a spike-club.
He went round her again, dropped his pants to the floor. He
pulled a couple of strokes on his dick, which quickly became rigid.
He pulled out a package from his pocket and slipped on a condom.
"Okay, slut," he said, "now suck it." Lilith started to laugh.
"No way I'm gonna suck you off, you son of a bitch. Jerk it off
yourself!"
Jack gave Sarah a nod, and then indicated an object on the wall.
Sarah went over to the wall and pointed at the object. Jack nodded,
and Sarah picked it down and went over to Lil beautiful rear end.
Sarah knew how sore Lil's pussy was, so she took the object, a
double-donged dildo, and inserted it into Lil, but with the small
dildo into her pussy, and with the thick one into her ass. When Lil
felt this intruder entering her she first bit her lips at the pain,
but then started to yell.
"Get that thing out of me, it hurts too much!" Jack shook his head
and said:
"You suck me off, then we take it out."
He inserted his cock into Lil's mouth, and she started sucking for
all she was worth. When Sarah saw her sucking him off, she became
wild and started to push the dildo harder and harder into Lil, who
jumped with every push. Soon Jack came and filled the rubber with his
cum. He took off the condom and threw it in a waste-bin. Sarah didn't
stop her fucking of Lil's pussy and ass, but instead increased the
force of her assault.
"Hey!" Lilith screamed, "stop that! I sucked him off, didn't I?"
"I never promised to stop," Sarah said in a teasing voice.
Jack waited for a while, and soon Lil came, her whole body shaking.
He untied her breasts from the bench, and the helped Lil get dressed.
She smiled at him.
"That was fun," she said, "let's do it again, soon."
"Yea, sure," Jack answered.
They said goodbye to each other, and Jack left. The last he saw of
the girls were that they were whipping the hell out of that poor
salary-man.
* /-- | | /--\ |--\ --- |--- |--\
* | | | | | | | | | | | */ j a c k h. \*
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* and they told each other to
* /--\ (06/19) calmly wait for more time
* | -- Naden Brosham --
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* \--/
He made his way through the large room, opened the door, said
goodnight to the two men standing there and stepped out into the
night. He drew a couple of breaths, cool air filling his lungs. He
called a cab, and soon he was on his way again.
The cab stopped outside of a house, and Jack paid the driver and
got out. He went round the house and down a stair, and pushed a small
button by the door. There was no sign or anything on the door, and
over it was a small, bright light, constantly flickering.
A small speaker next to the door came to life.
"Yes?"
"Jack Gamant," Jack answered.
The lock on the door clicked and the door swinged open. The man
standing inside the door nodded to Jack who nodded back. He left his
hat and coat, as well as his case, in the checkroom and took the
elevator down. Contrary to almost all the other elevators in town ,
this one was completely silent, no music, no commercial stuff,
nothing.
The elevator stopped and he got out, walked through a short
corridor, and then opened a door in the other end of the corridor.
The room that he stepped out in looked like something direct out of
the Spanish inquisition.
People were hanging around the walls in chains, being stretched,
pulled and whipped, strapped to various contraptions. Nobody really
got hurt in here, it was just one big show. But so is life, Jack
thought. He nodded to a couple of girls that he knew, and one of the
men; a tall, muscular man with an executioners hood on. The man
raised his axe as a greeting gesture.
Jack stepped up to one of the girls.
"You know where Chen is?"
"Yea, he's in his office."
"Thanks."
The girl just shrugged her shoulders and continued to whip a
couple of men chained to the wall.
The air was filled with the sound of whips and screams, but Jack
knew that most of these were coming from recordings. The walls looked
like they were made out of bricks, and were damp with humidity, but
this was also a fake, although a very good one. He entered what
looked like a short tunnel, but after a few steps stopped and pressed
a small, hidden button on the wall. A door, almost invisible opened
and he stepped in and closed the door after himself.
Raul, Chen's right-hand-man was standing just inside the door.
Chen was speaking in a vid, as usual. When he saw Jack he waved a
hand and motioned Jack to a chair in front of his desk. He sat down
and Raul brought him a cup of tea. When Chen was through with his
vidcall he put the vid down and looked at Jack. He was a man in his
mid-thirties, with a slightly Eurasian look, and fully dressed in
black.
"Nice to see you again, Jack," he said with a soft, almost whispering
voice.
"It's nice to see you too, Chen," Jack said, "and how is my
favourite uncle?."
"Can't complain. All these Euro-tourists make the place go
round."
"Doing well?"
"Doing very well," Chen answered with a smile.
They continued to talk about this and that for a while, as tradition
told them to.
"So," Jack finally said, "have you got anything for me?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I think I do," Chen said with a grin,
"you wanna see her?"
"Aah, a girl, is it?"
Chen looked at Raul who opened a couple of small doors in to wall to
reveal a couple of vidscreens. He punched a small console, and after
a while one of them started to show pictures form what was obviously
the inside of one of the cells. Raul adjusted the light and then
stepped back.
It was a young girl, 16 or 17 Jack guessed, and she had been
secured to the wall with chains. She wore a pair of ordinary jeans
and a white sweater. She had been crying, she had dirty streaks in
her face. She was very beautiful.
Jack turned to Chen.
"Very pretty, where did you get her?"
"She's from Switzerland, one of my regular clients fixed her up
as an au-pair, and then had to sell her to me to pay off a gambling
debt. Do you like her?"
Jack nodded. "Yea, I could at least try her for you. She "fresh"
or...?"
"Nobody has touched her, I just chained her up in there a couple
of days ago. You wanna take her with you?"
Jack looked at the girl on the monitor. Without taking his eyes
from the screen he said: "Yes, I think so. What's her name?"
"I call her Liesl."
Chen nodded and told Raul to go fix her up. Before he left he filled
Jack' teacup again. They finished their tea, and then Jack paid the
rent for the girl, with a couple of grains of the Blue Ice. They
shook hands and Jack left the office. He went over to where the cells
were. Raul had fixed the girl shoes and everything. He had also
sedated her with something. It was working fast, because the girl was
already swaying a little, and she had trouble keeping her eye-lids
open.
"Do you wanna check her now?" he said to Jack.
"Nah, it's okay. I suppose she has been checked for big letters
and everything?"
"Yea," Raul said, "although it was hardly necessary. I think
you're in for a little surprise when you get home, mr Gamant."
"What kind of a surprise?"
"If mr Chen hasn't told you, I'm not going to," Raul said with a
smile. Jack looked at him questioningly, but then he smiled too. They
shook hands and Jack led the girl away, holding her by the arm.
She was totally apathetic, not reacting to anything, but this was
often the case with the girls that came out of Chen's.
They took the elevator up and when it stopped Jack was let out by
another man. They got out and Jack used his vidphone to get them a
cab. When they came round the building the cab was waiting for them,
one of the new models, driven by a 'bot. Jack helped the girl to
climb in, and then sat down beside her. He told the 'bot his
home-address and they were on their way. The girl promptly fell
asleep.
He took out his console and logged in; nothing had happened,
except that there were a few more details about the Starpilot
accident that he had read earlier. The name of the Pilot was now
given as Walt Ah Schearer, but this was not what interested Jack.
What caught his eye was a little picture of the man, in which you
could clearly see the three small marks next to the right eyebrow.
They could have been just oddly-placed birthmarks, but they were
Special forces own mark. Jack had had his marks covered by a small
layer of skin, just enough to let them be seen if you knew what to
look for. He didn't recognize the man, but that was of no greater
importance, most people had face jobs nowadays, large or small.
He called the police-station and after talking to a couple of slow
receptionists finally got Chief Lua on the vid.
"Hello?"
"Hello mr Lua, this is Jack Barnett, Neue Globe."
"Hello there mr Barnett," Lua answered with a dry sarcastic
voice, "how can I be of service to you?"
"Well, I was wondering about something about a Starpilot that had
been killed in a car accident."
"Yes, I think I have heard about it. What do you wish to know?"
"Any suspicions of a crime?"
"No, none yet anyway. May I ask if you, as a member of the press,
have heard anything that you could tell us?"
"No, I was just curious. By the way, is it okay if I go have a
look at him down at the morgue?"
"Yes, of course, be my guest. They enjoy getting visits down
there," Lua said sarcastically.
"Okay, thanks," Jack said.
"Nothing to it, mr Barnett," Chief Lua said and hang up.
Jack pushed a button and redirected the 'bot driver to the new city
morgue. The driver acknowledged his demand and turned the car around.
It was 2 AM, but the streets were still crowded. The traffic here
never ceased, it was always hectic and unforgiving. The neon lights
reflected in the wet streets, making new and totally unexpected
shapes. He lit a cigarette, his hand unsteady. He rolled down the
window and let the cool night air mix with the smoke in his mouth. He
slowly exhaled, the smoke disappearing through the open window. The
girl just kept sleeping.
God, how he loved this town.
The cab pulled up outside the city morgue, a low, dark building, not
far from the new police building. But, totally in accordance with the
demands of the time, there were no signs describing it's function. If
you wanted to know what it was you had to ask - not that anyone would
tell you.
Jack got out of the cab.
"Listen," he said to the 'bot driver, "I'll be back in ten minutes,
don't let the girl out, will you?."
"No, of course not mista," the 'bot answered in a metallic tone,
"but 10 minutes--that'll cost ya an extra twenty bucks."
Jack sighed and gave him his card. When he got it back he put in
in his inner pocket and turned, lighting another cigarette as he
walked towards the entrance. He pushed the small button next to the
smoked-glass doors.
"Yea, who 's it?"
"Jack Barnett, Neue Globe"
"Who you say?"
"Jack Barnett"
"Yea, right, I'll open"
The locked in the door clicked open and Jack walked in.
"Hi, there," Jack said to the guard sitting behind a desk,
flashing him his Neue Globe press id. The guard didn't say anything,
just nodded his head in the general direction of the elevators. Jack
took the hint, he'd been here before, and walked towards the
elevators. The doors of the one in the middle opened slowly and Jack
got in. Jack turned around and as the doors slowly closed again he
flashed a last wide grin at the guard. The guard had once again
turned to his vid, but what the fuck, a smile once in a while... Jack
looked at the numbers as they showed his descent down into what to
most people would think of as hell. Dead people just weren't that
chic. Not that most live people were either.
When the elevator stopped Jack got out. It was cold down here,
and Jack, coming in from the humid summer night, unwillingly
shivered. He extended his hand towards the man standing there.
"Nice to meet you again, doctor."
The man just nodded his head. Jack read his nameplate:
"1st Ass. Dr. of Path. H. Brugge 1-215c."
"Yes, and nice to meet you again, mr ... ah?"
"Barnett, Jack Barnett," Jack added.
"Mr Barnett. It's not often that we have visits from the press
down here, although I don't blame them. This is a dead spot, right?"
he added with a laugh.
Jack laughed dutifully.
"Now, mr Barnett, I understand that you wanted to see one of our
customers, is that so?"
"Yes, I believe you have a man down here..."
"Customer, mr Barnett," the doctor interrupted him, "we prefer to
call them customers."
Jack nodded.
"I forgot. Well, as I was saying, I believe you have an
unidentified customer down here that seems to have been the victim of
a recent car crash? A starpilot or something, I think."
"A yes, mr X Tze-Tung."
"Who did you say?" Jack said, completely flabbergasted.
"As our current computer system can only handle one John Doe at a
time, and since this customer clearly was of Eurasian origins, we
named him after one of Red Chinas greatest athletes. We try to give
our unidentified suiting last identities, mr Barnett, from their
appearance and clothing, you see."
"I am sure they appreciate it," Jack answered.
The doctor gave him a happy look.
"Shall we go?" Jack said.
The doctor turned around. Jack followed him.
They walked past row after row of doors, everything completely white
and lit by what seemed like 1000W lamps. Jack RayBans turned a
complete black. Finally doctor Brugge stopped in front of a door,
inserted his namecard into a slot next to it. The door slid aside,
with a creaking, haunting noise, and they entered. The doctor pushed
a code on a small keypad in the center of the room and one of the
small doors in the wall opened. A stretcher with a covered body on it
glided out. It hesitantly sank down to a meter and a half from the
ground, where it abruptly stopped. Doctor Brugge swore, walked over
to it and hit it with his fist. The stretcher continued to move
downwards again, the mechanism not going that convincingly, and
finally came to a slow halt. Doctor Brugge pulled the cover aside.
"Okay, you have a look then, mr. Barnett," he said and stepped
back.
"You going to stay here?"
"Yes, I have to," he said with a wry smile, "safety precautions,
you know," he added.
"Okay, okay."
There was nothing he could do about it.
Jack walked up to the body. He stood there for a short while, looking
down on the disfigured body. And they had both thought that he would
die first--how cruel and unjust life sometimes can be.
Jack thought hard, trying to compose a fitting death-haiku for
Saido, because nobody else was going to.
But no, he couldn't make himself do it.
He took a couple of pictures, gave Saido a final salute and then
turned towards the doctor.
"You can put him back now, doc, I've seen enough."
"You know him?" the doctor said as he manoeuvred the stretcher
back into its hiding-place.
"No," Jack said.
Who knew anybody anyway?
Jack watched in silence as the hatch closed after his old friend.
The doctor turned towards Jack again.
"So, is there anything else you would like to see while you're
down here, mr Barnett?"
While we're still sightseeing.
"No, I don't think so," Jack said. "You don't know what station
he came from, I'd like to see his personal belongings."
"Ah, there I can help you. His belongings are here."
"They're here? I thought that they kept them at the station?"
"No, not when the customer is unidentified. They are carbonized
together with the customer, to reduce storage."
"How convenient."
"Yes, it is, isn't it?" said the doctor, beaming. "Would you like
to have a look at them?"
"Yes, that'd be nice."
Doctor Brugge nodded.
"Follow me then."
They left the room, Jack not wanting to look back a final time.
Doctor Brugge led the way to a small room next to the elevator. This
room was a smaller version of the previous one, with row after row
with small hatches in the wall, all the way from the floor to the
ceiling, which was some 10 meters up. Doctor Brugge entered a code on
a panel in the middle of the room and soon a hatch far up opened. An
arm in the middle of the room picked up the box and set it down on
the table in front of the panel.
Doctor Brugge handed over the box to Jack, who took it as if it
was a bomb.
"And that would be the belongings of your, eh..."
"Don't you want it?" Jack interrupted him.
"No, it makes no difference for us if it gets cremated or not, so
you might as well take it."
"Yea, thanks," Jack said.
Doctor Brugge opened the door that led out from the room. He walked
over to the elevator and pressed the button. When it came he said:
"Hope to see you soon again, mr Barnett."
Jack extended his hand, but Brugge did not seem to see.
"Yea, thanks a lot anyway," Jack said, "you've been most
helpful."
Doctor Brugge smiled a big friendly smile that made Jack shiver.
"We aim to please, mr Barnett."
Jack gave him an even wider smile back, his
eat-shit-and-die-smile.
He stepped into the elevator, the doors closed and he was on his way
up.
He got out of the building and entered his cab.
The girl was still asleep.
"Okay," he said to the 'bot, "and now home."
The cab vanished into the night. It stopped at a street crossing,
its red light flashing one final time, and then it was gone.
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He paid the 'bot and dragged the sleeping girl out of the cab. He
threw her over one shoulder and took his case in his hand. The
concierge opened the door for him when he neared it.
"Is your friend ill, mr Burndy?" he asked Jack.
"No," Jack laughed, "just a little too much vodka, that's all."
The concierge smiled at him, a man-to-man smile. The clock on the
wall said 3:42 AM. A fine time to die.
"So you decided that she would be safer off following you home,
right?"
"What do you mean by 'safer' ?"
"Well, I didn't really mean anything, I just thought that..."
"You're not supposed to think," Jack said, "this is my sister."
The concierge looked surprised.
"Oh, I see. Your sister, right."
Jack just stared at him.
Finally the concierge got the hint and pressed the button for the
elevator. When it came Jack stepped in and turned around. The
concierge pressed a button over at his desk and the elevator began to
rise.
Jack got out, walked the corridor down to his apartment. He rang the
bell, and after a couple of minutes a sleepy-looking Maria opened the
door, her maids dress all creased. She started to yell at him for
being so late, but when she spotted the young girl her eyes became
angry slits.
"Who is that?" she yelled.
"You're supposed to say 'welcome home, master' ," Jack reproached
her.
"Welcome home, master," she promptly replied, giving him a mock
little courtesy.
Jack sighed and made his way past Maria into the apartment.
Maria followed him, speaking angrily in Spanish.
Jack put the girl down on his bed and then turned around.
"Maria," he said, "I've been extremely patient, but this time
you've gone to far." And then he hit out with his hand, connecting
with Maria's neck. She sank slowly to the floor.
He threw her over one shoulder, like a sack of potatoes, and
walked into the living room.
There were lots of beercans and things on the table, and he
simply cleared it by sweeping down everything on the floor.
He put Maria down on the table and began stripping off her
clothes. When she was naked he turned her over on her stomach and
bound her wrists together with her ankles. He gagged her with a
stocking, first drawing it through her mouth and then tying the ends
behind her back.
He reached for a bowl of dip and then started to apply large
amounts of this to Maria's rectum. Soon he was able to insert two,
and then three fingers into her. Maria let out little moaning noises.
He laid her down so that she was lying on the side, and the
reached for one of the unopened beercans. He opened it by pressing on
the can and took a small sip. It was warm, he hated warm beer.
Still massaging Maria's butthole with his finger, he applied some
dip to the beercan. He pulled out his fingers and put the can to the
opening of her asshole, the top of the can first. With gentle
pressure, careful not to spill any beer, he started to push it in.
Fraction by fraction, the can slipped into Maria's expanding rear
entrance, and soon it was a full four centimeters into her.
Jack started to shake the can vigorously, at the same time rolling
Maria over so that she was lying on her stomach again. When Maria
felt the warm, bubbly liquid filling her intestines she woke up,
desperately trying to scream, but the stocking in her mouth damped
her agonized shrieks.
Jack knew what she must feel like, he had had enema himself once
when he'd been sick. The sensation of almost all of your intestines
trying to make their way out through that small hole all at once was
incredibly sickening. And Maria had this way of escape blocked by the
beercan.
Jack gave the can a last couple of shakes, increasing Maria's
pain--if that was possible.
He patted her on the cheek, and left her there with a final:
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
When he entered his bedroom the girl was still sleeping, but when he
shook her, she moved and groaned a little. He started undressing her,
throwing her clothes in a pile on the floor. She had a milky-white
body, pale, almost translucent. Her breasts were small and hard, with
cherry-coloured little nipples. Under her arms were small dark
patches of dark hair, he'd suspected this, shaving your armpits
wasn't as necessary in Europe.
He turned her over on her back. With trembling hands he pulled of
her little panties and pulled them of her long, white legs. A nice,
round ass with dimples in the middle of each cheek revealed
themselves to him. A dark patch of hair could be seen, running from
the mouth of her ass and forwards between her legs. He turned her
over on her back again, to investigate the colour and shape of her
vulva.
But when he parted her legs he was shocked. Instead of the pink lips
that he had expected he found a small oval metal plate blocking the
entrance, and it was engraved with some kind of coat of arms.
Obviously it was her schools coat-of-arms, because he managed to make
out the letters "Doktor Schweizers Schule fr Junge M{dchen". He had
never seen anything like it. It seemed such a blasphemy, to desecrate
this frail body with such a thing. He investigated it further, but it
was no use, there were too much hair for him so see anything.
He went to the bathroom and opened some drawers. He knew that
there was a electric shaver here somewhere, but he hadn't seen it for
a while. He never used it anyway, he shaved with a blade. He liked
the sensation of having that sharp blade so close to his skin. No, he
couldn't find it.
He went out of the bathroom and made his way to Maria's little
room.
On his way he passed Maria lying on the living-room table. When
she saw him she made sounds as if to talk, but the gag muffled her
words beyond recognition. Jack stopped and removed the gag.
"Oh please please, master, let me loose. Please! I'll do anything! I
have to go to the bathroom!"
Jack looked at her.
"Alright, I'll let you loose."
He put the gag back in and stepped back.
"In the morning."
When Maria understood the meaning of his words a mad look came to
her eyes and she started yelling things in Spanish. Jack looked at
her for a couple of seconds and then lifted her up. He carried her
with him into the kitchen. He put her down on the cold,
stainless-steel kitchen sink and undid the rope binding her arms. He
turned her over on her side and swiftly bound her again so that now
her wrists and ankles were together in front of her. Maria's nipples
had gone rock-hard from the cold stain-less steel.
He eased her up on his shoulder and then sat her down again so
that she was now sitting with her ass down in the left dish-pan. With
a sound as if of a dam bursting he pulled out the beer-can out of
Maria's rectum. Through the enlarged channel came a flood of beer,
dip and shit that vanished down the drain. Jack looked at with
disgust and said:
"You're the dirtiest little house-maid I've ever had!"
Maria managed to blush.
"And you know what happens to dirty house-maids, don't you?"
She shook her head.
"They get punished."
She shook her head once again, faster this time.
"But first we have to clean you up, right?"
Maria nodded, not quite knowing what to expect. Jack reached
behind her and got the shower-head out that was mounted in the sink.
He turned on the cold water and felt the temperature. It was icy
cold.
Without any hesitation he pushed the shower-head into Maria's
stretched shithole and with the words:
"Completely clean, inside out," taken from the latest detergent
commercial, he turned the cold water on full.
Jack un-zipped his trousers and took his dick out.
"No," he said, "you don't get to suck it," and then he aimed his
dick at her and started to pee on her. The added sensation of the
cold water filling her and the warm pee hitting her body and running
down her breasts and stomach was too much for Maria and she came. Not
once or twice, but in great multi-orgasmic almost seismographic
shivers. She tried to hide it, but the climax was too strong, and she
was forced to let out small angry sobs, not wanting to give Jack the
satisfaction of having made her come.
Jack turned of the running water and dried his dick off on her
leg and then zipped his trouser. He said:
"You clean up this mess, and then go to bed. I'll call for you if
I have need for you."
And then he kissed her on the forehead and left.
For that kiss Maria forgave him everything, and Jack knew this.
He found his shaver in one of Maria's drawers, hidden beneath her
panties. She hadn't cleaned it and there were masses of curly
hair--obviously Maria had used it to shave her pussy with, he hadn't
noticed--on it.
He took it with him. As he passed the kitchen he could hear Maria
cleaning up.
"Buenas noches!" he called and then went back into his bedroom.
The girl was still sleeping, but the chilly summernight-air coming in
from the open window had made her crawl up in foetal position. He
looked at her with a sad smile on his lips.
Then he made his mind up and the smile vanished from his lips, to
be replaced by a more determined look. He sat down on the bed and
rolled her over on her back, and parting her legs. It seemed a shame
to remove such a lovely bush of hair, but he was afraid that he might
hurt her otherwise. He went about his task, carefully removing hair
by hair, placing them in a little box that he would add to his
exhibition. Soon she was completely bare, more enhanced by the metal
plate.
With the hair now removed he was able to examine her closer. The
plate had a couple of holes, one obviously for urine and one for
menstrual blood and such. It seemed to have been glued to her body,
not stitched as he had first suspected.
Fils de Bon Dieu, how the hell was he to remove this?
He pulled the sheet over her and sat down in his reading-chair to
think.
After a while he picked up the vid and dialled a number.
"Yes?" a person in the other end answered.
"Is this doctor Randall?"
"Who wants to know?"
"My name is Jack Garner, we met a couple of years ago. I am a
journalist for the Das Zeitung."
"Yes, ah, mr Garner, now I remember you. What do you want?"
"I think I have something here that might interest you, doctor
Randall, but then you have to come over to me straight away."
"What is it?"
"You'll see when you get here. There's money in it for you."
"Yes, how much?"
After they had settled for a price, which Jack was not of course
going to pay him in full, Jack told the doctor that he would be
picked up in five minutes. He then called MoCab--Pete's company--and
asked for a special transfer from the doctors apartment to his. He
also gave them the special codewords telling them that the
package--i.e. the doctor--was not to know where he was going.; When
he was finished with this he put the receiver down and rang the bell
for Maria.
It took a while for her to come, she must have been sleeping. She
had put on her housemaids dress, which Jack was pleased to notice.
"Maria, bring me a pot of tea and a couple of sandwiches."
"Yes, master," she said with a little curtsy.
"And there'll be guests here in about 20 minutes, so behave, will
you?"
"Yes, master," she said and curtsied again.
"That'll be all."
She curtsied one final time and then left the room, without
giving the sleeping girl a look.
It took Maria only four minutes to bring him his tea, but by that
time he was already deeply into a book that he had picked out. She
placed the tea and sandwiches on the table next to Jack and left. He
didn't look up.
At the same time as drinking his tea, he continued to read his
book, occasionally putting it down to take a piece of a sandwich.
Just as he put down his teacup, having emptied it of its last
remaining drops, there was a ring on the door. Jack put the book down
and got up.
When doctor Randall entered the room, Jack greeted him. They
shook hands.
"Doctor Randall."
"Mr Garner. A pleasure to see you, I'm sure. Although I don't
quite like being blindfolded and transported like a package through
town."
"I'm sorry, but it was necessary."
They stood there, shaking each others hands for a fraction of a
second longer than necessary.
"Now," doctor Randall continued, "what can I do for you?"
"Come here and I'll show you."
Jack pulled the sheet off of Liesl. He spread her legs and
indicated the metal plate. Doctor Randall sat down on the bed and
tapped on it with a knuckle, as if to ascertain what lay behind.
"Hmm, hmmm."
He made a long pause.
"Most interesting, actually."
"Yes," said Jack, "but can you remove it?"
"Yes, yes," the doctor said hesitantly, "yes, I think so. I seem
to remember a similar... contraption from a report. Hmm... you don't
happen to know where this might have been done?"
"Well, judging from the inscription on the plate, I'd say
Switzerland."
Doctor Randall but on a pair of glasses and looked closer at it.
"Yes, yes, I think you're right there. Yes, if you wait a minute
I'll have a look in my book to see if I find it."
He took out a well-worn old-fashioned console from his case and
logged in. With slow, clumsy typing he finally managed to open the
right program and make a primary search. This obviously didn't tell
him anything, because he grunted to himself. A few more tries finally
led him to the right answer.
"Yes," he said triumphantly, "yes, just as I expected."
"What?"
"Switzerland. Fanatic about their virginity, the Swiss. Comes
with the Calvinism, of course."
He paused to read the article more carefully.
"Yes, let me see here. Yes, I think that'll work."
He rummaged through his case, finally pulling out a couple of
bottles. He also took out a test-tube and mixed the two liquids from
the two bottles in this. It turned a ghastly green.
He also took out a small brush and, after having sat down on the
bed between Liesl's legs, began applying the mixture to the edges of
the plate. Soon it began to come off from the skin, and when doctor
Randall had applied the mix all around it, he was able to make it
come off completely by pulling a little.
"There," he said as he took the plate away, "now we just have to
put on a little ointment to... help the healing." The last words were
said slowly, in awe. What he had found under the plate was a woman's
pussy, with ordinary lips and everything. If possible, a shade whiter
than the surrounding skin, but normal anyway. She had no hair there,
it must have been removed with roots and everything. But there, in
the middle of a perfectly shaped pussy, protruding through the lips
was an enormous clitoris, a full 6 or 7 millimeters in diameter, but
almost three times that in length. No wonder the plate had had that
form.
Doctor Randall reached out his hand to touch it.
"Don't touch!" Jack yelled at him.
The doctor pulled his hand back.
"You've done your job now doctor, and you've done it good," Jack
interrupted him. "Maria will show you out and pay you the sum we had
agreed."
He turned to Maria.
"Maria, could you show the doctor the way out please?"
Maria curtsied to Jack.
"This way, doctor."
He quickly packed his things back into his case and then followed
Maria out through the open door. Normally Jack would have told the
driver of the car, which was still waiting, to retrieve some of the
money from the doctor, but after all, for once someone had done a
good job.
He sat down on the bed and started caressing Liesl's stomach not able
to avert his eyes from the giant clit. She started moaning, so
obviously the effects of the drug was beginning to wear off.
Maria came back into the room.
"The doctor has left now, master."
"Oh, that's very good Maria," Jack said distractedly.
"And I paid him as you have instructed me to, half of what you
had agreed."
Jack smiled to himself.
"That's very good, Maria."
He paused for a couple of seconds, noticing that Maria's eyes
were also drawn to that magical spot between the girls legs.
"Now," he finally said, "here's what I want you to do: you put on the
water in the bathroom and get some towels and soap, some champagne,
and then I and Liesl will take a bath. Oh, and you can help too," he
added when he saw Maria's disappointed look.
Maria hurriedly left, and soon he could hear her fixing
everything in the bathroom.
He lifted the girl up and carried her in his arms into the
bathroom.
He took of his clothes and threw them on the floor were Maria
would pick them up later. When the bathtub was full he stepped in,
slowly sinking himself and the girl down.
He felt refreshed, the hot water did miracles for his tired body.
Without opening his eyes he turned his head towards Maria.
"If you want to, you can join us."
"Yes, master," Maria said and began undressing.
After some time he could feel the Maria's body breaking the
surface. There was some shifting, and when Jack looked up Maria had
sat down behind Liesl, her arms round Liesl's slim waist.
"You like that, don't you Maria?"
She nodded slowly.
Jack leaned forwards and kissed Liesl on the forehead. They lay
there for a full half-hour, gently stroking and caressing each other,
or rather, stroking and caressing Liesl. But Jack stopped all
attempts from Maria to touch the girls cunt.
"Okay," Jack finally said, breaking the long silence, "and now
it's time to get to bed."
Maria got up and then Jack lifted the girl out. Maria dried them
both off. Maria helped Jack into a bathrobe, and then followed him
into the bathroom, where he put the naked girl down on her stomach on
the bed.
"You may stay and watch, or you may leave, Maria," he said. "If
you stay, you can only watch."
Maria looked disappointed.
"Are you going to stay?"
"Yes, master," she whispered.
"Okay, then sit down in that chair over there," he said and
indicated a chair next to the bed.
Maria, still wet and dripping from the bath sat down in the
chair.
Jack sat down next to the girl and started moving his fingers up
and down her body. With his finger he made slow circles and patterns
all over her body, tracing the contours and shapes. He draw his
finger along the back of her legs, all the way down to her small
feet. On the way back up he let one finger follow the small but deep
cleft where her buttocks parted. He parted them a fraction of a
millimeter, catching a glimpse of a virginal, pink asshole. She was
so thin he could almost see through her, and her white skin stood in
sharp contrast to the black satin sheets. He touched her newly-washed
hair, felt its silkiness slip through his fingers.
He continued to do this, up and down, up and down. He could feel
himself getting excited, his penis rigid between his legs.
He thought about trees. Young trees, with branches reaching for
heaven. Trees in full bloom, white flowers, either cherry trees, or
apple. Loosing all their flowers when summer came.
Maria's deepened breathing woke him up.
He shot her a quick glance; she was masturbating as he had
thought, her eyes all dazed.
He smiled to himself, lowered his head and began to softly lick the
girl, like a cat. She tasted sweet, like honey. He licked her in long
outdrawn strokes, as if wanting to eat her. He finally turned her
over, taking in every little finite detail of her body.
He circled her pink nipples, held her ripe breasts in his hands.
He felt her face, memorising every shape.
Not once did he touch her cunt, saving it for last.
He began to lick her again, tasting her, savouring her, devouring
her. Her nipples became hard, standing out from her breasts. When he
had licked her whole body thoroughly he got up and drew her down to
the edge of the bed, so that her legs were hanging down, touching the
floor. He sat down on the floor between her legs and gently parted
them.
Her pussy parted before his eyes, like a flower on a
summer-morning. The long clitoris stood out, making her pussy look
much like a rare orchid. He touched it with a trembling finger, and
it grew to the touch. Not able to withstand the temptation any longer
he bent forward and took it in his mouth.
He sucked it hard, as if wanting it to come off in his mouth. He
licked her pussy, fucking the girl with his tongue, pushing it into
her, licking the small path that lead to her asshole, grabbing her
breasts, squeezing them, stroking her stomach, her legs, her feet,
her thighs, her buttocks, her face, her arms, her ass, tasting her,
eating her--so good!-- and, standing on his knees, placing the tip of
his penis at the opening of her pussy.
Ever so slowly he tried to enter her, but the inflated size of
his penis made this impossible. He pushed and pushed, at the same
time not wanting to hurt the girl, and also wanting to enter her. But
the pressure finally made the pussy give way, and he was able to
enter, millimeter by millimeter, until he finally reached the wall of
virginity. He drew back a little, and then tested again, wanting to
know the thickness of it.
With a hard thrust of his hips he broke through, burying his dick
into her. The girl started to move, meeting his slow thrusts.
Suddenly he felt a soft thing between his thighs, but before he had
time to turn, something pushed its way into his ass, the excruciating
pain making him stop and gasp. While he had been licking and
caressing Liesl, Maria must have put on a pair of Japanese dancing
trousers, with a rubber-dildo mounted on them. She must have been to
excited to think because otherwise she would not have dared do
something like that.
Instead of waiting for him to go on fucking the girl, Maria just
continued to fuck Jack' asshole, at the same time adding to her own
pleasure by the large dildo that was inside the trousers.
Jack involuntarily followed Maria's thrusts, and continuing to
fuck the girl, the pain of the dildo in his ass making him fuck her
harder and harder. Soon they were both in a frenzy, totally lost. The
girl started shaking, trying to get away from him, and with a long,
outdrawn, loud scream she came. Streams of come flowed from her
pussy, running down Jack' legs.
Maria quickened her thrusts, and then suddenly she came too,
yelling and hitting Jack in the back with her fists.
Jack began seeing stars, and then with a loud moan he came,
shooting streams of jizz into the girls pussy.
Jack fell forwards, on top of the girl, still with her impaled on
his dick, and the dildo slipped out of his ass, with Maria gliding to
the floor.
All that could be heard was the raspy, heavy breathing. Lying
like this, they fell asleep.
Jack knew that he was in love.
* /-- | | /--\ |--\ --- |--- |--\
* | | | | | | | | | | | */ j a c k h. \*
* | | | | | | | | | | |
*** | |--| |--| |--/ | |- |--/ ****************************
***** \-- | | | | | | |--- | \ ******************************
* and they told each other to
* |--- (08/19) calmly wait for more time
* | -- Naden Brosham --
***** | **************************************
******** |- IGHT : The Game Is Afoot *******************************
* |---
Something wet and sticky was covering his hands, and first he thought
it was jizz. He was still on top of the girl, but she was all cold.
He would have to punish Maria in the morning for not pulling a
blanket over them as she should have.
It was dark in the room, and he knew that he had to get up and
pee. Maybe he should talk to Maria about it, he had an idea of how to
do it.
The only light in the room came from the outside, a mixture of
starlight and neon. He kissed the girl on the forehead and got up,
pulling the blanket over her.
He left the room, having draped himself in his black satin
kimono. No, he'd wait till morning with punishing Maria, he was too
tired. He entered the bathroom, not turning on the lights, and
relieved himself. He shook of the last few drops and--as he was about
to leave--decided that he would at least brush his teeth, he'd feel
fresher in the morning then. He turned on the lights and found his
toothbrush. Without looking, he applied a layer of toothpaste to it
and... in the mirror he could see that he was covered in blood. His
face, his arms, everything completely covered with congealed blood.
His mouth fell open, and for a couple of seconds he just stood there,
not able to fully understand the significance of this.
When his brain finally began to function he ran out of the
bathroom and into his bedroom. He turned on the lights and then
slowly sank to the floor.
On his bed, lay Liesl, completely covered in blood, with her
throat slit.
He screamed out his anger:
"No!" he cried.
After ten minutes he rose, having calmed himself, his military
training did wonders on occasions like this. He woke Maria up, told
her to put on some breakfast, and went into his little office, to
make some vidcalls.
He spread the word that he was paying for information, that was
all he could do. For a fraction of a second he considered calling the
Cops, but then though better of it. No Cops, they did more harm than
help.
He logged in, sent out little information-retrieving subs, let
himself fall free through the matrix. He watched the tall shapes of
buildings and corporations zoom past, caught a glimpse of the dark
tower of the Yakuza. He managed to get into a couple of Vid
companies, but nothing.
He logged out.
There had been a couple of responses to his little helpers, and he
checked these, but they told him nothing that he didn't know.
Somebody must have paid somebody to do it, but there were no traces
of such a transaction.
There had to be a trace, nothing happened without leaving a
trace. He checked the log for the house that one of his programs had
broke into and fetched for him.
Nothing.
Nobody had come into the house after he had. He checked the whole
day, no, just people going to their own floors. Nobody for his floor.
He checked for people going to the other floors that didn't seem
to have any given purpose with their visits. He checked and
double-checked. Finally he found something--someone who had left the
elevator on one floor and who had entered it on another. At the right
time.
Normally it was not possible to gain access to the fire-escape
unless there was an actual fire, but for someone with the right
knowledge that was no problem.
Maria put down a cup of coffee next to him.
"Thank you Maria," he said absent-mindedly.
"You are welcome," she replied, "should I wake the little lady,
master?"
He looked up from the monitor.
"I'm sorry Maria, but the little lady is no more."
"Oh," Maria said with a smile, "she has left?"
"No, she is dead."
The smile vanished and her eyes widened in horror.
"Oh, no, how terrible!" And she began to cry.
"Come here Maria," he ordered her.
And then she saw the blood on his hands.
Maria went up to him, sank to her knees, put her head in his lap and
lay there, sobbing slowly. Jack patted her head affectionately and
then turned to the screen again. He took a sip of the coffee, and
sighed inwardly--too much sugar again.
He turned his attention to the screen again, yes, there it was.
He traced it, and finally managed to locate the entrance pictures. He
scanned through them until he found the proper one. At first he was
unable to believe his eyes; it was Saido, once again--Saido whom he
had last seen dead at the morgue.
A mystery, the same person both dead and alive, one of them had
to be a fake. Or both. But the corpse he had seen had certainly had
had all the right markings.
He called up the morgue.
"Yes?"
"I'd like to talk to, eeh... what's his name, the doctor that was
on duty earlier tonight?"
"Doctor Brugge you mean?"
"Yes, that's it."
"And who shall I say is calling?"
"Jack Barnett, Neue Globe."
"Just a minute."
"Yes, doctor Brugge speaking?"
"Yes, hello, doctor, this is Jack Barnett, Neue Globe. We met
earlier this evening."
"Ah, hello mr Barnett. I thought I would hear from you."
"Yes."
A short little silence.
"And what can I do for you, mr Barnett?"
"I was wondering if you could do me a great favour."
"And that would be...?"
"The corpse that I saw..."
"Customer, mr Barnett," the doctor interrupted him.
"Yes, anyway, the customer that I met earlier tonight, I was
wondering if you could do a bodyscan on him for me. You know, check
for plastic work and so on?"
"Yes, of course I can do that. Who shall I send the bill to?"
"You can bill me directly."
"I'll do that. Is there a number at which I can reach you?"
Jack gave him a number, and after the normal cordial phrases they
hung up.
Jack leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. If there was
evidence of plastic works on the corpse, then the person that had
killed Liesl must have been Saido. Or maybe they were both false. He
couldn't make head nor tails out of it, but somebody had violated the
privacy of his home, killed a prized--and loved--possession, and
nobody got away with that!
He told his deck to call uncle Rudy up--one of the few things that
voice control was good for--and waited.
Rudy answered, and muttered into the vidphone.
"Who the fuck is calling me at 5 in the morning!"
"It's only me, uncle Rudy," Jack answered.
"Oh, it's you Jack," Rudy answered, a little more alert, "what's
happened?"
Jack explained the situation to Rudy who promised to keep his
eyes and ears open, and also to send someone over to clean things up.
Jack took a sip of coffee and once again sat back in the chair,
letting his minds wonder. He felt a small hand pulling his kimono
apart, stroking his stomach on its way down to his cock.
His first impulse was to hit out and push Maria up against the
wall, but then he calmed down, thinking that what better way to get
off some of the tension.
He relaxed, letting Maria do what she wanted.
He could feel her licking off all the blood from his stomach,
continuing by cleansing his dick from it. She apparently took great
delight in this, she let out little excited moans whenever she paused
her licking to breathe. And she continued to lick and stroke, pulling
his foreskin to and fro, gently massaging his balls.
When she had made him come, climaxing him by inserting her
forefinger into his anus. She swalloved his cum in large, eager
gulps. He caught a look of her, a mixture of blood and cum all round
her mouth. She wiped it off with the back of her hand and then left.
He continued to sit like that, leaning back, with his eyes
closed.
A riddle.
He sat up and began calling answering services. He called off his
meetings for next day, but on second thought decided to make en
exception for Pete, it had sounded to interesting an opportunity to
miss.
When he was was finished he went and took a shower, to get rid of
all the blood.
When he was getting into the shower someone called on the local line.
He wrapped a towel round himself and went over to the wall console.
"Yes?"
"Good morning mister Burndy, this is Sam from the reception. I am
sorry to disturb you at this hour, but there is a man here who claims
that he has an appointment with you."
"Yes, thank you Sam, that's right. You just let him up here."
"Yes, I'll do that. And a good night to you, mr Burndy."
"Good night, Sam."
He went over to the door and positioned himself in front of it, with
his feet slightly apart, getting maximum balance. Maximum balance and
the power of surprise, although the single surprise was that he was
wearing only a towel.
When the doorbell rang he told the doors to open slowly, and when
he saw who was there he relaxed. It was one of Rudy's men that he'd
met before, carrying a large trunk.
They shook hands and Jack showed him to the bedroom. He also
showed him the closet in the hall where there were fresh linen for
the bed.
The man, whose name Jack did not know--and did not want to
know--would do a very thorough exam of the room. He would do it with
two purposes, both to look for evidence, but also to get rid of them.
When he was gone there would be no trace of what had happened left.
Jack left and the man entered the bedroom.
The shower did wonders for him, finally he was able to get rid of
all the blood. He washed himself with a rough bath brush that he
otherwise reserved for visiting girls. He scrubbed himself all over,
so that his entire body felt as if it was on fire.
He turned the shower knob over so that the water got colder and
colder. He stood there and shivered, trying to chastise himself, to
punish.
It didn't help.
He got out of the shower and began to dry himself. When he was dry he
went out into the hallway, opened a couple of doors and took out a
new black suit. He then went out into the living-room where he
located his case.
Nobody had touched it, obviously.
He opened it and took out the little box box with the tiny, blue
crystals in it. He opened it, took a couple of grains between his
fingers, leaned his head back and dropped them down his throat.
He waited for the drug to work, but didn't notice anything. He
was a bit disappointed at Johnny for selling him bad stuff, and he
began to think about what his own customers would feel about him.
Sweat began to trickle down his back. Fucking di2-3-Reozin, my ass.
He looked at his watch, 6.15, soon Maria would get up to make him
his breakfast. He would have to start calling people, telling them
about the fuckup. He looked at his watch again.
It was a Rolex, a Japanese retro in fake gold, with a heavy
chain.
And he could see it's hands moving. Normally you only saw the
hand at one place, and then it moved, too fast for the eye to follow,
but now he could follow it's way with his eyes. He looked up, and saw
the air in the room moving, saw the air currents.
Everything had become surreal, and he suddenly understood why
Johnny had had to fuck Charlotte, too much of this was enough to
drive any man insane.
Fuck! Suddenly it dawned on him, the records, from the vids that he
had had installed to watch what went on in his apartment, the vids
that he used to watch Maria play with herself. If he looked at them
he would be able to get a better look at the man who had killed
Liesl.
He ran to the bookcase by the large-screen vid, pressed a button and
a section of the bookcase swung out from the wall. He entered the
little room, closed the bookcase after himself and sat down in the
chair.
It was not often that he was in here, it had been at least 4
months since the last time, and everything was a little dusty. The
air wasn't that bad, but that was because the room was part of the
vent system.
Normally he could he do all this from the deck in his case, but
he was too hurried.
He began scanning the records, until he finally found the right
one. He began scanning through it, saw himself fucking Liesl, saw
Maria fuck him, saw her leave, saw himself and Liesl fall asleep.
With her eyes wide open, but not moving. Not even moving when the
shadow entered, moved Jack somewhat aside and without hesitation slit
her throat from her left ear to her right.
The man pulled a blanket over them, wiped his blade off on it and
turned around.
Saido.
Saido left the room and then there was nothing else to see. Jack
sat there, with sweat running down his back. Finally he turned
everything off and left, closing the bookcase after himself.
He woke Maria up and told her to make him some breakfast. He sat
down, to tensed to read the paper, but forcing himself to do it.
When he was finished he left, telling Maria that there was a man
in his bedroom, and that she was under no circumstance to disturb
him, and to preferably stay in her room until he had left.
The concierge got him a cab and he was off, with every sense in his
body working at three times their normal speed.
He loved this city, but he hated its inhabitants.
* /-- | | /--\ |--\ --- |--- |--\
* | | | | | | | | | | | */ j a c k h. \*
* | | | | | | | | | | |
*** | |--| |--| |--/ | |- |--/ ****************************
***** \-- | | | | | | |--- | \ ******************************
* and they told each other to
* | | (09/19) calmly wait for more time
* | | -- Naden Brosham --
***** |\ | **************************************
******** | INE : Pete's Place ***********************************
* | |
The cab stopped outside a shabby warehouse. It looked like it had
been into all of the last three wars. Jack paid his fare and got out.
He knocked on a little sidedoor, but nothing happened. He knocked
again, a little harder this time, and now a small hatch in the door
opened and a couple of eyes peered out, looking at him suspiciously.
The hatch closed and the door opened. A man with a sawn-off old
shotgun let him in.
"I'm to see Pete, I'm expected," Jack told him.
The man took out a box in which Jack was instructed to put his
knife and gun. He searched Jack from top to toe, and then used an
metal & ammo detector. When he found nothing he motioned Jack to walk
through a door, and dropped in behind him, with his gun laying
loosely over his arm. They went through a lot of doors, most of them
heavily reinforced.
Jack knew that this place, even if it looked like hell, was as
fortified as a medieval castle. Pete almost never left this place,
and why should he? All the things he needed were her, he even had a
squash hall and a gym all of his own, not that he ever used them. The
warehouse was the only thing that could be seen, but there were two
or three, he wasn't sure, more levels of the place.
The man with the shotgun motioned Jack to get into an elevator
and pressed a button. The elevator started moving and they got out at
the bottom floor, coming into a rather large room with lots of
flowers and trees. You could hear birds singing, but that was just a
recording, although a good one. In the middle of the room was
swimming-pool, and Jack was led there.
When they saw what was going on they stopped and waited, but Pete
noticed them and motioned them to come and join him.
A young girl was sitting between Pete's legs, sucking him off. With
his hand on her head he told the man with the gun:
"Okay, Seamus, you can get back up now," and the man named Seamus
left.
Pete looked Jack up and down and whistled softly to himself.
"Nice outfit boy. Some kind of celebration?"
"Yea, sure."
Death in the family maybe.
Pete had gotten fatter since Jack saw him last, he must have weigh
around 150 kilos now. But it wasn't all fat, which some people had
thought in the past, when Pete made his living in the ring, and
they'd paid a large prize for their beliefs. Jack sat down and a
waiter came up to him and asked him with a low voice what he wanted
to drink. Jack ordered a lemon vodka on the rocks and the man
disappeared to get his drink.
Pete leaned backwards with his eyes closed while the girl
continued to suck him off. Jack could see that it wasn't too easy for
her, Pete's dick was one of the largest he'd ever seen.
It wasn't so long, 20 centimeters or so, but it had a diameter of
almost 6.5 centimeters. The girl could hardly get it between her
lips, and her mouth was widely stretched apart. She was squeezing his
balls with her hands. Pete suddenly caught hold of her head and
started moving it rapidly with his hands. The girl tried to slow him
down, but he was too strong for her. With a content groan he came,
and the size of his load almost made the girl choke. Pete finally
pulled her away from his cock and with a lazy smile jerked the last
few drops on her face. The girl greedily sucked in air.
Jack would never have let a girl do a blowjob on him without a
condom, but he knew that Pete had his girls tested often, and
apparently thought that that was enough. Jack didn't agree with him,
but that wasn't his problem.
Jack drink came and he took a sip of it. Pete had the girl lick
his dick clean, she did what she had been told, and then went to take
a shower. Pete seemed totally unaffected by it all and just stood up
and tied the belt of his large silk kimono. It had a red and green
dragon decorated on its back.
Jack stood up too.
"Aah," Pete said, "that felt nice. There's nothing like a blowjob to
cheer your spirits up." He turned towards Jack.
"By the way, it's nice to see you."
"And it's nice too see you too," said Jack with a smile, "and to
see that you can still get that pigsticker of yours to work."
Pete laughed. "Don't say things like that, it reminds me of when I
used to make porno movies. You don't know how many poor girls I've
almost split in two with this thing," he said and took out his dick,
shaking it a little, "or three or four," he added with a thoughtful
grin.
Jack laughed too, but then suddenly got serious.
"You haven't heard anything else about last night, have you?"
Pete calmed down too.
"No, but I've got someone that I think you ought to meet. He
wanted to meet you today so I gave my ok."
"Where?"
"At the Palace. He has made a reservation for you two,
non-traceable hopefully. He's a friend of my late contact at the
force."
"He a contact of yours?"
"No, not yet anyway, but he might be in the future."
Jack thought about it.
"I don't like the idea of him knowing what I look like. That must
mean that he's either force himself, or in some way connected to it."
He smiled a wide grin. "But what the fuck, they're just as prone to
random laser-accidents as you and me."
Pete laughed too.
"Now, what was this about the girl that you called me about this
morning?"
"I thought your man had left you a report?"
"Yea, sure, but I wanna hear it in your own words. Now, what the
fuck happened?"
Jack told him the story, the important parts anyway, as Pete
sipped something watery from a large glass. He didn't tell him how
upset he'd gotten, that was none of Pete's business. Pete promised to
keep an eye and an ear open.
They walked over to the pool, Jack took another sip from the glass he
held in his hand. The girl who had given Pete the blowjob was laying
by the pool. She had her eyes closed, but opened them when Pete
pinched one of her nipples hard. He gave her a broad smile.
"Damn good blowjob there, Mitzi. If you keep that up maybe I'll let
you stay here."
"Oh, yes. Thank you mr Pete, that would be SO nice," the girl
said in a sarcastic tone. Pete padded her fatherly on the head which
made her draw back from him in disgust. They walked on.
"Now, about this girl that I got for you."
"Yes?" said Jack.
"I know that you don't usually want to her their stories..."
"Yea, that's right."
"...but this one is good. She fled from a body parts farm in HK a
couple of weeks ago. She saw one of my ads, looked one of my agents
up and was transported out of the country the same day."
"You mean she's a bio?"
"Nah, that's the fun part. She's all human, all her organs left,
and she was being saved as a present for the presidents 90th
birthday."
Jack whistled softly.
"So, what has been done so far?"
"First rapid shifts between day and night for a couple of days to
get her time and room senses disoriented. Standard Pavlovian stuff."
"What ratio?"
"I don't really know, but the standard is 6 of her 'days' to one.
Then a couple of days with sever beatings, and then we gave her some
clothes and hot food and all that."
Jack nodded and continued, interrupting Pete.
"And then she got raped and then rescued, a couple of times?"
Pete nodded approvingly.
"You know your psychology."
"Yea, first-hand actually. They did the same thing to me in the
war."
Pete didn't pursue the issue.
"So," Pete continued, "I've saved the last big one for today, I
thought you'd like to watch."
"Yes, you thought right. Although I am in quite a hurry there are
simply things that you have to take time to do. Life's small wonders
and joys," Jack said.
Pete nodded, not quite sure if Jack was joking or not.
"Yea, and anyway, and then it's good if you can 'rescue' her
after she's been raped."
"Yea sure, that's exactly how I'd planned it. And," said Jack, "I
want her marked with my chop."
Pete sighed.
"Why do you always make me do these things, Jack my boy, isn't it
enough that she's yours?"
"If she's as fine as you've told me, I want her to bear my name on
her for all future. It's an principle I have."
"Yes," Pete said with an understanding nod, "and a damn fine
principle too. I'll see too it."
Pete picked up a vid.
"Get the girl in number 11 ready. And fix tools to have her
marked later, ok? The new owner will supply the chop."
He hang up again.
"So, now that that's fixed, what about payment?"
Jack pressed his thumb on the codelock of his case and opened it. He
took out the box containing the blue crystals and opened it, showing
it to Rudy. Rudy looked at the contents of the box without breathing.
"How much?" he said at length.
"Well," Jack said at last, "it's 97, maybe even 98, percent pure.
The next shipment will be even better. It's di2-3-Reozin. Does
wonders for your senses."
Pete's eyes almost came out of their sockets when he understood
how much money that meant must be laying under his nose. He whispered
hoarsely: "Just let me do some calculating."
"Sure," Jack said. Pete went over to a table and started jotting down
figures and finally came back to Jack. Meanwhile Jack had taken out a
small electric scale from his case, which he put on the table.
"I can give you 97 creds a gram for that stuff."
There was almost half a K in the box, Jack had gotten it cheaply, but
then again, Johnny had never knew the true value of money, or drugs.
"Okay, so how much do you want for the girl?"
"300 Creds. That'll be a little more than 3 grams, and.."
"No," Jack said.
"No?" Pete questioned.
"I'll give you three grams, and that'll buy me the girl, as well
as pay for the tip you gave me yesterday. And I wont bargain with
that price."
Pete shook his shoulder, he knew that he would get a good profit when
he sold the stuff on, if he didn't use it himself, so what the hell?
"Okay," he said with a broad grin and stretched out his hand, "it's a
deal!"
They shook hands and Jack slowly started weighing up 3 grams of the
blue crystals on a small scale that he carried with him when he did
this kind of business. When he was finished he put it in a small box
that Pete had got him and gave it to Pete who gingerly took it and
placed it in a small vault in the wall.
He closed the vault and turned to Jack.
"Now, lets go into the showing-room then, shall we?"
He yelled at the girl who was laying by the pool.
"Come on, Mitzi, I've need for your services again!" He smiled and
whispered to Jack.
"I let her have some fun on these occasions, she likes that!"
The girl got up, still naked, and trodded along behind them.
"And put something on you, for chrissake!" Pete yelled at her,
"haven't you got any decency in you?"
"No, mr Pete," Mitzi said with a wicked smile and picked up a
sweater and a pair of bikini tights and quickly pulled them on.
When the girl caught up with them they continued walking. They came
to a door in the far end of the large room and Pete took out a key,
opened it, and let them all in. He closed and locked the door when
they were all in. It was a small room, with seven comfortable chairs
in it. Jack and Pete sat down in a chair and Mitzi sat down on the
floor in front of Pete. Pete reached for a com and said: "Okay, you
can start now." He pressed a couple on a small panel and the curtains
on the wall which they sat facing parted to reveal a one-way mirror.
Inside the room, chained to one of the walls sat one of the most
beautiful girls Jack had ever seen. She was obviously of Eurasian
origin, with small almond-shaped eyes. She had a small, lightly
coloured body, with tiny tits, although the area around them was
almost black.
Her hair had been cut to only a centimeter or so, and her pubic hair
had been totally removed. Her hands were cuffed together and then
connected to the wall via a small chain. Jack could see that a
buttplug had been inserted into her, and that a inflatable pear gag
had been inserted into her mouth. A man came into the room, dressed
in an expensive suit, and carrying a long horse whip. He greeted the
mirror, although he could not see anyone of them, and went over too
the girl and without hesitation started to whip her.
Red streaks started to appear on her body, and Jack could see that no
part of it was spared. The girl tried to avoid the blows, but there
was nothing she could do. Her finely-coloured skin was quickly
becoming completely discoloured by the red marks, and both her ass
and tits were now all red and most probably hurting. The man didn't
show any emotions, and just went on with his rhythmical whipping of
the girl.
The man abruptly stopped his flogging and went over to a locker
in the end of the room and produced a leg spreader. He put this on
the almost unconscious girl and started to whip her pussy. When the
first blow landed on her now exposed lips the girl started shaking
her head rapidly from side to side, but the man did not stop until he
thought that he was ready. Meanwhile, in the on-lookers room, Mitzi
had begun sucking Pete off again. The man in the other room stopped
his whipping, removed the legspreader and the handcuffs.
When the girl was no longer held up by the chain holding her to the
wall, she slumped to the floor. The man withdrew the buttplug, and
Jack could see that it was almost 5 centimeters thick and ribbed,
turned her over and finally removed the pear gag. He then left the
room, after turning towards the mirror and bowing his head.
When the man left three new men entered the room, one of them
very black. The men carried a hard little bed with them, and now
threw the girl down on this. One of the men started fucking the girls
mouth while another fucked her tender pussy. The third man stood
watching, masturbating. They went on like this for a while, and then
turned the girl over on her back, trading places. Now the girl had
one of the men fucking her pussy while forced to suck the two other
men at the same time, which her small delicately-shaped mouth almost
could not handle at the same time.
The man fucking her pussy kept biting at her sore nipples, which
caused her to moan loudly. They turned over so that one of the men,
the black one, were sitting on the low bed. He had a long black dick,
his red glans glistening like the head of some long black poisonous
snake standing ready to attack. The other two men lifted the girl up
and sat her down on him, impaling his dick deeply into her ass. Jack
saw that this caused the girl to scream, although he could not hear
her.
One of the other men rammed his dick into her pussy and the third
started to fuck her mouth, which stopped her screaming. Now all her
openings were filled. The man fucking her pussy withdrew his dick,
and, which caused the girl to let out a series of smalls groans,
which probably would have been screams had not the man fucking her
mouth held her head so hard, inserted his cock too into her tight
asshole. The man fucking her mouth suddenly came, and she was forced
to swallow it down, but couldn't quite manage it all and streams of
jizz came out of the corners of her mouth.
One of the men fucking her ass withdrew his dick and inserted it into
her pussy again. After a few more minutes both of the men came and
shot their loads deep inside her. Now they reversed their position so
that the man who had been just come in her mouth inserted his dick
into her filled pussy. It didn't take him many seconds to get it
hard, and he started fucking her as fast as he could, with his rod
going in an out of her sore cunt like a piston. The other men took
turns force-feeding her mouth with their cocks and at last all three
men managed to come, shooting their jizz all over her. She was
completely covered from top to toe with cum, it was in her hair, on
her tits and belly, it was coming in small rivers out of her ass and
cunt.
The men left, taking their bed with them. The girl, now covered
with cum, was left laying on the floor. The man in the suit who had
previously whipped her, came into the room with something that looked
like a buck, and threw her bellydown onto this. He then tied her arms
and legs to this contraption and left the room.
Jack had connected himself to the vidnet and was taping the whole
thing for future viewing. Next to him, Mitzi was now wildly sucking
at Pete's dick. With a loud groan he came again, and this time Mitzi
managed to gulp almost all of it down. She stood up, with a trickle
of sperm coming down her cheek.
"That was very good, my little girl," Pete said, "as a reward I'll
let you have the girl in there for a while."
Mitzi walked away, with a devious smile on her lips. Pete slapped her
ass on the way. She left by another door than the one they'd gotten
into, and after a few seconds she came into the room where the girl
was laying tied to the buck. Mitzi walked over to the locker in the
corner and took out a large wooden box. She opened it and took out
the largest dildo that Jack had ever seen. She held it up so that
Jack and Pete got a chance to look at it.
"Ah," Pete said, "the King Dong! I got it as a birthday gift from one
of my little friends who had found it somewhere in deepest Africa.
You know, there's a legend that says that in one of those Zulu tribes
down there, each new wife of the king was tested with that thing to
see if she was woman enough. Ghastly habit, ey?"
"Yes, ghastly," Jack answered with a hoarse voice, unable to take
his eyes off the thing.
It was an impressive object, made out of what looked like ebony, with
inlays and patterns of ivory, slightly curved and with large lumps on
it. Jack estimated that it must have been almost 40 centimeters long,
and nearly 10 centimeters in diameter, at the widest part.
While they were talking, Mitzi had walked over to the tied-down
girl and now began to insert it into her, after first licking all of
the dong, wetting it with her saliva. Pete turned on the audio so
that they were able to hear what went on in there.
When the girl felt the tip of cold and hard intruder between her
labia, she began bucking wildly, but Mitzi kept on going. First she
just fucked her with the tip of it, but millimeter by millimeter she
continued to insert it into the now wildly thrashing woman. All the
time Mitzi was masturbating herself, turned-on by the sight of that
large object disappearing into the young Asian girl.
The girl just moaned and groaned at first, but when she realized
how big the thing was by having her lips stretched apart to their
limit, she started screaming, begging Mitzi to stop. This of course
made Mitzi drive the dildo into her even harder, and to massage her
own clit more and more vigorously.
When Mitzi felt that she was coming, she pushed the dildo into
the girl as far as it would go, which made her earlier screams seem
like nothing to what she let out now, and this made Mitzi come
violently, and she fell too the floor shaking. After a couple of
minutes when the spasms of multiple orgasms shot through her, while
the girl continued to scream frantically, she got up and withdrew the
dildo. She kissed the girl on the ass and then kissed the dildo. She
put the dildo back in its box and left the room.
After a while she came into the room where Pete and Jack were
sitting. She was sweating heavily, and her breathing was heavy. Pete
started to applaud.
"Marvellously done, my girl! You get better at it all the time!"
Mitzi made a caricature of a medieval curtsy, and then slumped to the
floor between Pete's legs, resting her head on his thigh, and dozed
off to sleep. Pete started stroking her hair affectionately.
"So, Jack, what do you say?"
"A very fine performance. In fact, I'm quite impressed, mostly by
that young girl of yours. A true artist."
Pete beamed with pride. "And she's completely self-taught too,
I've only given her a few tips about things." He patted Mitzi's head
affectionately.
"Now, about the final part?"
"Yes," Pete said, "they're working on it. I expect that it'll
only take a couple of minutes before they finish."
"That's fine," said Jack and took another sip of his now warm vodka.
He didn't notice that it was warm, but instead kept staring at the
girl in the next door. He could see that the large dildo hadn't
treated her kindly, her love-tunnel was still stretched open, and he
could see her inner parts quite clearly.
The man in the suit entered the room again, accompanied by two of
the men who'd fucked the girl earlier, but now they had dressed.
The suit made as a sign as if to ask where the chop was. Jack had
already taken the small box that with the chop in out of his case,
and now gave this to Mitzi who took it to the suit in the other room.
The man in the suit took out something that looked like a large
lighter and began warming the chop with this. There was no chance
that the chop would get damaged by this, it was built of a
heat-enduring metal. Built to last a lifetime, or three or four. When
the suit was satisfied with the temperature he held the chop up in
the air for Jack and the others to see.
It was red-hot.
He held it close to the skin on the girls left buttock, and with
a swift and skilled movement brought it down on her skin.
When the girl felt the heat against her butt she began to kick
against the ropes, but she couldn't get loose. The girl started
screaming again, almost bursting her lungs, but this was abruptly cut
off when Pete cut the audio. Although Jack was in the next room he
almost could feel the smell of burnt flesh that must be filling the
other room.
The letters of the chop in deep red were clearly visible against her
delicate skin. He knew that he alone could read what it said: "Jack
Hardy," but in a dialect that only he, and a couple of hundred other
knew.
When the men in the other room left he stood up.
"Okay," he said, "now I'll make my usual hero act."
"Yes," Pete answered him, you'll find a blanket and some clothes
in the shower-room, Marley will show you."
Jack finished his vodka and left the room, shaking hands with Pete on
his way out. He met Marley, the man in the suit, in the shower-room.
"Nice meeting you again, mr Haven, sir. It's been a while," he
said with a rich Scottish accent.
They shook hands.
"Yes, it's been a while, Marley, but it's always a pleasure to
meet you, I must say. Especially after seeing that there's still some
people around who got their craftsmanship left. A really fine job.
I'll give you a bonus for this, of course."
Mr Marley shook his head: "Nay, I donna want nay bonus, mr Haven,
sir. The praise of my work is reward enough for me."
"Nonsense, man, of course you'll get your bonus."
"If you insist, sir. But I think you ought to 'rescue' the girl
now before she gets a chance to cool down. Sir."
They handled the transaction quickly and then Jack took the blanket
laying on a chair and walked into the room where the girl was laying,
still tied to the devilish contraption. He started untying her.
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* and they told each other to
* --- (10/19) calmly wait for more time
* | -- Naden Brosham --
***** | **************************************
******** | EN : Choi **********************************************
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"But what have they done to you those bastards, my god," he
exclaimed, "they've even made a brand on you!" He got tears in his
eyes at seeing the traces of the things she'd been put through, the
large red marks of her whipping, her widely extended pussy and the
jizz coming out of her ass.
Of course, the glycerine that he had applied to his eyes could be
what caused those tears, but, who knows?
When she was loose he wrapped her into the blanket and carried
her towards the shower-room. "The bastards, and they've raped you
too, haven't they?" The girl started sobbing, but said nothing. Jack
carried her into the shower-room, Marley had disappeared by now, and
put the girl in the shower. He turned on the water, adjusting it to
just the right temperature, and started to give the girl a shower,
trying to clean away all the traces of semen and whipping off of her
skin.
He "accidentally" happened to hold the head of the shower against
her tender cunt, which made the girl jump. He calmed her down by
telling her that it was only to flush the semen out of her so that
she wouldn't get pregnant. He cleaned every part of her thin little
body, using a soft sponge and a sweet-smelling soap.
When he was done he dried her off with another towel. He got down
on his knees and dried of her clean-shaven pussy, enjoying the sight
of that perfectly shaped mound. He got up and threw the towels down
into a wash basket that was standing there. He took a bottle of body
lotion and applied it to every minute part of her body, making it
glisten in the dim light.
Then he started dressing her, first pair of white cotton pants
and a small white bra, then a short black skirt and a white blouse.
He mildly pushed her down on a bench and kneeled in front of her. He
put on a pair of white, cotton socks and a pair of high-heeled shoes.
All the clothes fit perfectly, and he would have been surprised if
they hadn't--Pete was always careful about these things.
Marley came in, which made the girl jump up and hide behind Jack.
Jack started to say something, but was indifferently pushed aside
with a violent blow that sent him across the floor. When he managed
to get up he rushed at Marley and hit him with a violent punch right
over his jaw. Marley slowly sank to the floor, and Jack threw him out
right through the door.
The girl had now been fitted with a small collar, locked with a tiny
but very strong lock. From the collar ran a thin chain, ending in a
handle. Jack made attempts to remove the collar, which of course
failed. finally he just shook his shoulders and, together with the
girl, left the room. They went up a couple of stairs, and Jack were
given back his weapons and his case, and then they were let out into
the street.
The girl blinked her eyes against the strong sun, having not been out
of the building for more than two weeks. Jack got hold of the tiny
chain, and then called a cab. When the cab finally came, Jack gave
him instructions on where to drive. Upon reaching that destination,
Jack and the girl got out of the cab which drove rapidly away. They
walked a couple of blocks and then Jack called for another cab, this
time a honeymooners cab.
The advantage of going in one of those was that the passengers
compartment were completely sealed off from the driver, so that they
would not be seen neither by the driver, nor anyone else. The cab
finally showed up and they got in. The girl laid her head down in
Jack' lap and started crying and sobbing. He comforted her by gently
stroking her head.
"There now, girl, there's nothing to worry about. You'll never go
back to that place again."
Unless he chose to bring her back after the first trial-week.
The girl didn't seem to understand. Suddenly something struck Jack,
what if she didn't understand English?. He tried the same in
Japanese.
"<There's nothing to worry about girl, your safe now>."
The girl looked up at him.
"<Oh,>" she said in between sobs, "<you speak my language!>."
"<Yes, I do,>" Jack answered her.
The girl started sobbing again.
"<I was so scared,>" she cried.
Jack continued to stroke her hair, trying to calm her down. They
reached their next destination and got out. The procedure was
repeated and soon they were sitting in another honeymooners cab. This
time the cab stooped just a couple of blocks from Jack' apartment.
They entered the building and took the elevator up to the 73rd floor.
"<What is your name, little sister?>" Jack asked the girl in the
elevator. The girl bowed and said: "<Choi, Jack-Sama>."
Jack bowed back.
"<Choi, I will have to leave you with my housekeeper for a while,
but she will take good care of you>."
She looked scared, but said nothing.
The elevator eventually stopped and they got out. Jack got out key
and opened the door. He hadn't called to warn Maria so when they
entered the apartment he called out for her, to give her time to tidy
herself up. Maria showed up after a few second, with a glazed
expression on her eyes and her dress slightly ruffled. When she
spotted the girl hiding behind Jack her eyes became tiny angry slits.
"Listen, Maria," Jack said, "this is Choi, and you'll take care of
her while I'm away, right?"
"Yes, sir," Maria said without taking her eyes away from Choi.
Jack handled her the leash and said:
"And if she isn't here when I get back, you'll be sorry, got it?"
Maria looked a little bit disappointed at this, but then decided
that could be fun even if she wasn't allowed to chase the girl out.
"The man has left?"
Maria nodded.
Jack turned towards Choi.
"<I have to leave you now, little sister, but I won't be long.
Maria here,>" he indicated Maria with his right hand. Maria made a
stiff little bow when she heard her name, "<will take care of you
meanwhile. Wakarimasu?>"
"<Hai, Jack-Sama, wakarimasu,>" Choi answered. Jack kissed Choi
on the forehead and then left, closing the door after himself.
In the elevator down he took a peek at what went on in the apartment.
It was almost as he had guessed; Maria had used the leash to chain
Choi to a ring in the back wall of the living-room, and was now
sitting in the sofa doing her daily repetitive chores.
He turned off the vid when the elevator stopped at the bottom
floor, got out of the building and stopped a cab.
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