Help Wanted

                           Help Wanted - Chapter 19

       The one running the show pointed at the goon operating the electricity and nodded. He flipped the switch and the woman's body surged against the straps holding her to the chair. It didn't take long for the smell of her broiling flesh to reach my nostrils. It was a sickening, almost sweet odor and as I watched transfixed, tendrils of smoke issued from the metal cap covering half of her head. My initial reaction was that they were executing her and the thought drove me to despair. Then the power was turned off and another goon checked her vital signs and gave the thumbs up sign to his boss. She took another big jolt, but only for a few seconds this time. By then she was unconscious and not very entertaining. Now they turned to the twins for their sick enjoyment.

       From where I was sitting, it was impossible to tell who was who, as if that was important. Despite the distance, what they were showing was USDA prime meat. Their tits were even bigger and firmer than their mother's if that was their relationship. One obviously shaved her pussy while the other let it run wild. The shaved twin put up a terrific struggle until a goon buried his fist into her belly and brought up lunch. Her sister went crazy and for her reward, she caught a kick to the crotch that made her face turn beet red. Then someone else landed a rabbit punch to the back of her neck and it was lights out time for the teen. Things went smoothly and quickly once the girls were brought under control. They cuffed the girls, one in front, and the other behind her back. They also gagged the teens with their own panties and taped them in place. The reason for the different methods of cuffing them became obvious when one was hung by her ankles from the pipe, her long hair almost touching the floor, while her sister was hung by her wrists to the same pipe, but separated by some distance from her twin.

       Meanwhile in ring one, they had revived the woman and were putting her to work, whether she liked it or not. To control her, someone had looped a rope around her neck and was using that to throttle her when she gave the goon nailing her any trouble. The wasted woman was on her knees; head down against the floor, her hands cuffed behind her back. The thug doing the honors was squatting behind, hands on her hips to keep her properly positioned while he slipped the pork into her pussy. The twins were too busy with their own problems to pay much attention to the ones raping their mother.

       However within five minutes or so, they were ready to start working on the twins. At a signal from the leader, the woman was moved so that she had a good view of her daughters taking this initial beating. Now that the twins were available for some serious pain, a couple of the gang took off their belts and began ripping into the two teens. One concentrated on the firm, bouncy tits presented for his enjoyment, while the other had decided that his belt buckle could do a much better job of tearing up his victim's heart-shaped ass. My attention moved back and forth from the mother and her twin children. I grew more angry and frustrated by the minute, unable to do much to prevent this terrible scene from continuing until the goons got tired of raping and torturing their helpless victims. When the goon whipping the upside down twin homed in on her plump pussy and began to score serious damage on that pouty piece of fuckmeat, my mind went into overdrive and the light went on in my head. Why not create a diversion that might give me a chance to get these characters on my territory rather than theirs? With one last look at the way the other twin's purpling tits were bouncing in rhythm to the blows from the belt, I headed back to where my car was parked.

       I always carry some tools of the trade with me. The ones I wanted right now had to do with cars. I rummaged around in the trunk and came up successful. Now to see how many vehicles belonging to these creeps could be put out of action. I knew where the van and one car were parked; the location of the other vehicles was still unknown. With the help of my tools I was able to disable the first two. It took some walking before I came upon another pair of cars plus a second van. This time I took out one of the cars and left the other two vehicles in operating condition, but bugged. Now all that remained was for me to move my car close to this batch and tail them once they left the scene.

       On my way back to the action I took a minor detour and rigged the fire alarm on one of the larger buildings to go off in ten minutes. Mom was still pulling a train of goons and currently was taking a cock up her asshole. The one sodomizing the black haired beauty was grinning and saying something to the goon with the noose, who nodded and twisted it tighter around her neck. The twins were a mess! I was infuriated and vowed vengeance. Now there were two of them working on those hot tight bodies and it showed. The two whipping their victim's cunt had turned it into raw meat and with every new blow blood was spattered everywhere to the approval of the gang waiting their turn. All I could see of the other twin was the front of her badly beaten body and it looked as if portions, like her tits, had been flayed. The one facing her was now using his belt buckle to tear up that sweet little pussy. I glanced at my watch and saw I had only a few more minutes before the alarm went off. I took one last look before heading for my car.

       I made it to my car and then sat there waiting for the sirens. They had out smarted me with their technology, but I didn't realize that until my release from the hospital after a stay of nearly a month. I had a severe concussion from the blow to the back of my skull. Why they didn't finish me off was a mystery that remained unsolved until I got a phone call purporting to be from one of the gang. His English was decent, but what I heard more than his words was the sounds in the background. I've been around long enough to recognize the sound of fist meeting flesh.

       "Care to guess which one of the females is playing the part of the punching bag? Her kids couldn't take even half of what we've been dishing out to her since we moved to our new digs. It's too bad that one of my men got carried away and cracked a few of her ribs, nothing to get worried about yet. We plan to keep her and those brats alive until we get certain information from her. I was hoping that perhaps you might like to join us and add what you know to what we already know. Don't be nervous; if I'd wanted to have you killed by my man, it would have been done. You were too busy being a hero and trying your best to save those poor innocent lovelies from the nasty yellow monsters to give me much credit for intelligence. That was an insult, but it's no matter in the grand scheme of things. I'm sending a car for you that should be there in about half an hour. Don't be cute, or we'll have to arrange another accident for you; one guaranteed to be fatal."

       I found myself listening to a dial tone for quite some time. What kind of trouble had I gotten myself involved? This gang was no bunch of amateurs, that was for certain. They had out smarted me big time and gotten away clean. I had no idea who they were and for which side they were working? There was the dope angle, the stolen technology and god knows what else? From what I think I knew there was a lot more going on behind the scenes than I was aware. Worse still I wasn't even sure who the bad guys were? What the hell, I'm curious by nature, and this little gig was a mystery wrapped up in an enigma to paraphrase Winston Churchill.

       My chauffeur arrived and signaled that I should get into the backseat. At least the ride would probably be uneventful right up to the time of my execution. He hadn't even patted me down for weapons, and I was definitely packing. We drove out of the city, which made me a bit nervous. My driver was not the type that liked to talk to his fare, or victim, in my case.  When he pulled off the two lane and started down a twisted dirt road that quickly blocked my view of the highway, my armpits started to get moist. We went along for the better part of twenty minutes before coming out into a clearing upon which sat a number of well designed buildings set off from the dirt road that ended at the concrete driveway leading to the main building. My driver pointed to the security camera that had already homed in on yours truly, grinned and motioned for me to head in the direction of the camera.

       Ten minutes later I found myself in the waiting area looking around for my guide to arrive and escort me into the building. She was a no-nonsense, all business type with a cold fish handshake and a look on her face that was not exactly welcoming. We passed two checkpoints before entering the main portion of the building. By then I had not one, but two badges hanging from my clothing. At long last I was escorted into a small office to meet Dr. Dawn Daniels, a tall thin woman in her forties, still well preserved. Her handshake was much warmer, which comforted me somewhat. What she said next made my eyebrows try to leave my face.

       "Before I can debrief you, there's this little matter of signing this document stating that you are not to discuss what you will see under any circumstances. Any attempt on your part to disseminate this information to anyone will subject you to arrest and incarceration without any legal representation."

       To say I was speechless would be an understatement. What kind of an organization had yours truly accidentally unearthed? All I could do was stare at the good doctor and squint because of the sunlight bouncing off the widow behind where she was seated. She broke the still life setting by pushing the single piece of paper across the table to where I was securely nailed to the floor, or so it seemed. I distinctly heard a disembodied voice inquiring if I needed a pen. I looked up and it seemed to be suspended at arm's length. Dr. Daniels was smiling and waiting. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs and signed on the dotted line.

       Once that happened, she heaved a sigh that indicated she was satisfied. For a brief moment I expected her to start unbuttoning her blouse in preparation for a heated meeting of the loins on this very desk. I guess I'd been looking at too many pornos these days. However I got a fairly good runner-up prize that answered all those questions I'd been mulling over concerning this weird case. The good doctor pressed a button and this smiling brunette, with a figure so full and firm it almost transcended the clothing she wore, appeared. So this is my prize I thought. I should be so lucky was the response from deep inside my overheated imagination. She led me away from the office and we took a long walk down some very long corridors before we reached out destination, another relatively small room tastefully furnished and featuring a huge screen that was dark when we arrived and settled down. When she crossed her legs, I forgot about the screen and focused on what she was beginning to show. Then the screen began glowing and gave me one hell of a surprise.

       There she was, my little sweetie, Lois, the one who had conned me back into this strange game with her looks and a line of bull that turned out not to be true. Currently she was stark naked and strapped down to a metal table, her legs forced up and apart thanks to the stirrups that held them tightly. She didn't look so good and as I watched, things got distinctly worse for her. Her bare body was not only covered with cuts and bruises, it sported dozens upon dozens of wires glued to her skin, which formed an umbilical that was connected to a black metal box with blinking lights. There were three other persons in the room, all wearing white coats with badges. Lois was gagged with a big red ball, which appeared to be very close to unhinging her jaw, and also made her drool steadily. She was wide-awake and her eyes were blinking almost as rapidly as the ones on the black box.

       The brunette leaned forward, her face wreathed in a big smile. She looked almost hypnotized by what was taking place before us, and then began to talk to no one in particular.

       "We've been trying to break one of these spies for weeks and still they remain stubborn. The mother is the worst of the three; she has taken more punishment than anyone we've ever had here. It's almost as if she knows we can't kill her or even damage her mind too severely. She's been immersed in frigid baths for as long as forty minutes; enough time to put her on the threshold of brain damage. She has spent over two continuous hours at maximum temperature in the sauna, the same result, no answers to our questions. Our surgeons have performed a hysterectomy on her using only minimal anesthesia. She cried and screamed, even begged to be killed, but remained silent as to what role she and her two assistants played in the theft of Taiwanese technology. Afterwards it was twin mastectomies, once more with minimum anesthesia. Once she had recovered from this procedure, every tooth in her head was extracted over a period of three days. She went into shock on a number of occasions and we are waiting for her to fully recover so she can undergo further interrogation. Next on the agenda we intend to circumcise her, which entails removing her clitoris, and both sets of labia. There will be no pain killer during this surgery."

       I pride myself on being tough, but what they were doing to their captive was so over the top I was getting queasy. On the other hand, my hot looking escort seemed to be on the verge of an orgasm, based on her heaving tits and flushed face. She made an effort to calm down, but at that moment one of the white coats flipped a switch and Lois turned into a tuning fork, one that had just been struck with a hammer. Instantly my companion homed in on the action, forgetting my presence. She started a blow-by-blow description of what was happening to Lois.

       "The subject just took two hundred volts through her brain. It's a variation on the standard shock treatment developed by our medical team. Notice how the subject has relaxed. This state lasts for five minutes and during this window she is questioned and her answers recorded for analysis. This one also reacts strongly to sexual stimulation, which also reduces her resistance to questioning. As I speak she is reaching extreme levels of sexual excitement; at her limit based on previous sessions. We've been probing this one for many weeks and so far the amount of information we've obtained is minimal, but of great interest. Colonel Eng, who headed the team that captured the trio, is straining at the leash to have another go at the three of them. He is still quite angry with you for cutting short his interrogation session at the warehouse."

       The way she brightened when describing the sadistic Taiwanese official gave me the creeps. She sounded like one of those groupies that hung around the rock stars. I began to wonder if the good colonel and my gorgeous escort were an item. I'll bet she wet her panties every time he twisted her nipples or made her rim him. It might be fun to watch the two of them go at it. Enough was enough and so I asked my guide if I could be on my way since I had some pressing business to attend to somewhere else. She looked disappointed, but it wasn't over me. Now she'd be forced to leave the viewing room just before the action got really interesting, of that I was sure. It had been a trying day or was that six weeks? I hadn't cleared a nickel from this assignment, and my head was beginning to hurt. It was time to go home and crawl into a bottle of bourbon to ease my pain.

       It took nearly three hours to get back to my apartment, but it was nearly worth the wear and tear on me. I had in my possession a cashier's check for the amount of two thousand, five hundred dollars for my troubles. I'd also been assured that my hospital costs had already been paid. Now it was time to wrap things up as far as this little assignment was concerned. Was there some type of espionage involved, perhaps? Did my mystery woman have a connection with the drug deal that obviously did go down at the airfield, absolutely! Was Colonel Eng involved in the drug deal, maybe? Were the two prisoners in the crates drug carrying "mules" and not the purported spies that had been caught; I'd bet on it! Were the twins the daughters of the mystery woman, probably not. Did they have a part in the scam? My guess would be probably a minor one. Did yours truly get too enamored by the looks of the mystery woman and her "daughter", Lois? You bet I did! Would I ever do this again? Not unless there was some pussy in it for me, that's for sure!

                                                               (Until the next case - lex ludite)