It’s funny how easy it is for people to convince themselves they know something about something they know nothing about. Even as they revel in their understanding of it, while not understanding a damned thing.
Like Barnes, for example. He had actually mentioned how Doral had become stronger and less amenable to dealing with people he’d probably known for years. Hell, even his own wife. All because I’d cum inside him.
Well...after sucking him off during a heightened state of being, of course.
Meaning that strength applied to me as well as Irin, but even more-so. Granted, we hadn’t been fucked and sucked into becoming who we are; we both were killed then brought back to life. Which to my mind is the epitome of being fucked over. Of course, that little detail was being ignored by one and all, since it had come out during my trial. And I doubt anyone knew it also applied to Irin. Still, if Doral was being changed by just the encounter with my DNA, then I was probably ten times more the beast than him.
And I already knew I could use that to my benefit.
You see, the chair I’d been clamped into was mainly wood. Well-built, no question, but assembled, not solid. While it’s true the steel clamps encircled the chair’s arms and legs as well as mine, wood is still a malleable substance. So I’d quietly been working at the wood under all four of the clamps while chatting with Barnes and Helga.
And, of course, lusting after Petrie.
Well...they were starting to come loose when Helga began slicing her scissors up my pants leg. Along the inside seam, of course, which would give her some very erotic access to my inner thigh and crotch. Fortunately, the sick bitch was enjoying herself too fucking much to notice the play in the clamps when I pulled at them.
At least, not until she was caressing the cotton around my balls with those fucking scissors and smiling and picking at it and pinching my skin.
At least...until she heard some of the wood crack.
She frowned, look at my left hand and said, “What the...”
SNAP!
I broke the clamp away from the arm and slammed it against her neck. Hard. She dropped without a peep, leaving the scissors caught in my boxer briefs.
Neck broken, I thought. Good.
I removed the fucking scissors and managed to do the same thing with the other three clamps, though it was a lot harder to break the legs than the arms had been. Wound up cutting one of my ankles. But the good thing was, I was able to slip all four of them off my limbs and move unencumbered.
I slipped to the door...and could hear Barnes and what was probably the sheriff snarling at each other, down the hall. I chuckled, despite myself.
Barnes was saying, “I’m telling you, it’s just an AI generated video. C’mon, Griff was bulkier than the guy they were showing. They just put his head on some random porn video and made it look like they were raping him.”
“Then where the fuck is he?” the sheriff snapped.
“We’re scanning the surrounding woods, now. We’ve got a reading of his body mass and are using that in comparison to people in the area, now. Hikers, campers, residents. We’re about halfway to Tahoe in our sweep.”
Wow, they can track people by their body structure? That’s a bit scary to think about. Now I had to wonder if they had body structure readings for Irin and myself. And if there was any way to throw them off. Like special hunting gear or something. Shit.
“Barnes!” It was Petrie’s voice. “We may have a match.”
Oh, shit.
“Get a chopper. Send the crews over there. And I want that son-of-a-bitch who made the video alive! You got me?”
The was a lot of running around and I heard some rifles loading and prepping.
Then Barnes added, “Come with us, sheriff. I’ll prove it to you.”
I almost laughed. You’ll show him the opposite of what you claimed, idiot.
Petrie started to ask, “What about...?”
But Barnes cut him off. “We don’t need her. Let her have her fun. But you’re in charge, here. Keep guard over the kid and that asshole.”
“Barnes! I should be...”
“I need somebody here, Petrie! Somebody who knows what’s going on. So Dircum’s being kept busy, so just make sure the kid stays in his room. Doesn't try to make another break.”
“Yes, sir,” he said in a voice that was very unhappy.
So Lon had tried to escape. Wow, kid had spunk.
I heard a chopper approaching, which was really damned fast...until I remembered the old airfield close by. Probably just hopped it over. A moment later, it was taking off.
Then I heard the front door close and thick footsteps stomping down the hall as Petrie called, “Karylov, kind of quiet, in there. You doin’ okay?”
I was barely able to hide behind the door before he shoved through...
And froze at seeing the busted chair and her body. Before he could move, I slammed one arm around his neck and the other over his mouth to keep him from crying out then yanked him back and smacked his head against the edge of the door, hard. I let him slump to the floor, unconscious...and let myself take a moment to appreciate how lovely he looked, lying on his side, showing off his elegant form...and hoped I hadn’t killed him. I hate to waste a good-looking man, especially one I had plans for. Then I looked down the hall to see...
Another guard look out a room, wearing wireless ear buds. He saw me, yelped and jumped back into the room.
I dove down the hall and pushed through his door just before it latched then punched him. BAM, he was down. Him, I didn’t care if I’d killed, because he was kind of dumpy.
What I did care about was this was the surveillance room. Temporary monitors stacked on a portable table, showing the four corners of the house’s exterior with interior shots of both the front door and back doors and...
Oh, holy shit...
GoPro relays from Barnes’ team as they poured out of a chopper! They were in a clearing near the woods and they were hard on the hunt. Well, all I could do was hope Irin was way away from there, by now.
I noticed the door opposite this room was closed and had a key in the lock. I figured I had about five minutes before they reached any where important so crossed over and entered to find...
Lon backed into a corner. Shaking. His big eyes frozen on me. His shirt and jeans shredded. Chains connected to his wrists and ankles. And something told me the stuff crusted on his sweet face and lovely mouth had not come from Helga.
No pun intended.
Okay, let’s make it clear—I’m an asshole, not a hero. But I did feel bad for Lon getting caught up in this bullshit. Responsible, even, and it wasn’t just because he was cute. From what little I knew about him, it seemed he’d been dealt a raw deal in life, and the fact that Helga had been torturing him only made him seem more like someone who could us a bit of protection.
But this kid was scared and didn’t want me anywhere near him. Can’t say I blame him, considering I had one pants leg slit open along the inside seam and a bloody ankle.
So I crept up to the mattress, knelt beside it and took hold of a chain. He cringed as I examined it. Wasn’t made of the strongest links ever, but not weak either. And the clamps around his wrists were solid...
But the locks holding them closed were cheap as shit. With a little bit of push, I was able to strip the tumblers inside and pop one lock open. Hell, this was way too easy.
Note to self, never go cheap with anything.
Lon was still pretty shook up but watched closely as I did the next one. Once He was completely free, he seemed a bit less unsure about me and I was allowed to check the scrapes on his wrists and ankles...which were pretty raw. And seeping blood.
“They don’t really look tended to,” I said.
He shook his head, No.
“And on your face...your mouth...”
He looked down to say, “Guard. Came in. Made me...made me...”
I nodded. “You don’t have to say it.” Then I added, “At least you smell nice,” I added.
He nodded, still shaking but not quite as much. “She...that woman, she bathed me. Couple times. But then she’d...she’d dress me and...and...”
“Again, no need to tell me.”
He took a closer look at me. “You...you’re the guy she was looking for.”
I nodded. “And I’m gonna make ‘em keep looking. Where’s your clothes? I get it these ain’t yours.” I picked at the shredded jeans.
He shook his head. “She...she tore ‘em up. Cut ‘em off, like a doctor does. Then...when she was done...she...she burned ‘em. I...I thought she was gonna kill me.”
“Worked the reverse, on her.”
Now he focused on me, his eyes so intent they cut deep. “Are you...you sayin’ she...she’s dead?”
I nodded.
“She...she’s really dead?”
“She’s not only really dead, she’s really most sincerely dead. Wanna see?”
He almost smiled, and it was heartbreaking. “Yeah.”
“First, let’s get you something to wear.”
I led him back into the surveillance room and saw the monitors showing Barnes’ boys were still looking for Griff. I thought they’d have reached that area, by now...not that I really cared. All that really mattered, at this moment, were the two guys outside, guarding the house.
This guard was only unconscious, so I stripped off his pants and shirt and handed them to Lon.
“Here, they’re a bit big for you, but...”
“Is he dead?”
The hate in his voice made me look back at him. “...No...”
Lon was glaring at him...and I understood. “He’s the one?”
The kid nodded. “This morning. Everybody gone. She...shebrought him in...an’ watched him. Took notes. Like it’s some kind of experiment.”
“He rough with you?”
He nodded. “Hurt me.”
“In the rear?”
He shook his head and put a hand to his throat, his face will filled with hate. “Threw up...”
“You want him dead?”
He looked at me and his expression shifted to one of curiosity...almost wonder. The answer to my question was obvious.
So I smiled, took the ear buds off the guard to wear...and could hear Barnes’ frustration at not having found the deputy, yet. It made me smile to think Irin had pulled some trick on them. So I felt joy as I took the guard’s head in my hands...
And broke his neck.
Lon jumped, startled, but I don’t think he was horrified. Probably still too traumatized by being raped by this ugly little fuck.
I checked the monitors to see the outside guards were sharing a smoke near...oh, shit, near two of the black SUVs! Barnes and his boys’d gone by chopper. Of course.
So if I had a set of keys...
I looked around the room but it was all wires and monitors and a chair under the table they were using. I slipped to the front room to find a conference table haphazardly surrounded by chairs...then saw a closed metal box at the end. I snuck down to it, carefully opened it...and in it were four key fobs.
Shit, which one went with which SUV?
Lon was at the start of the hall, watching me, so I grabbed them all, scurried back and pushed him down to where I’d been. Just in time, too, because Petrie was beginning to come around.
Lon stumbled in behind me and almost danced around at seeing Helga’s body and the shattered chair and Petrie looking around, still stunned. The kid was caught between confusion, wonder and joy.
I grabbed him, tore away his well-shredded shirt and used strips of it to bind Petrie's feet. The man let out a yell as I tied his hands behind him, which jolted Lon into action. He shoved what was left of the shirt into Petrie’s mouth, then pulled off the remains of his pants and wrapped a strip from them around the man’s head to hold it in.
That is when I realized he was going commando. Whether by choice or not was immaterial; he was quite impressive, naked. Young, yes, but tight and nicely formed in body, with an amazingly well-shaped ass and legs. And his dick? I’d have sucked that for fun. He motioned to the guard’s uniform so I handed it over.
As he pulled it on, I checked the windows to find they were boarded up on the outside. The rear door was at the end of the hall, but it had a deadbolt that was locked.
“Crap,” I said. “I do not want to go out the front.”
Lon was buttoning his shirt up as he said, “I...I got brought in through a...a side door. Through the kitchen.”
“That’s where the SUVs are parked. But one in front of the other.”
“Any guns around?”
I shrugged. I hadn’t even checked, but it made sense. I really should have thought of it.
“Did you see where they kept them?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“Okay...so...how you feeling?”
“Lots better,” he said, and did look more in control. I put a hand to his face, proud of him. He leaned into it, then he said, “What you want me to do?”
“I’m gonna cause a diversion.” I handed him the four key fobs. “While I’ve got the guards busy, you find out which SUV’s the most accessible and drive it in front. All doors unlocked.”
Then I picked Petrie up, slung him over a shoulder, fireman style, slapped him on his lovely ass when he tried to fight me, and headed for the front door, adding, “And bring those strips of cloth. We’ll need ‘em.”
“For what?”
“Hostages,” I said.
When I said this was gonna be fun, I meant it.
