15 comments/ 19194 views/ 11 favorites Nic in the Nick By: bb1212 Chapter 1. The beginning (where else?). Amanda Silk closed the last file on her desk and looked at the watch on her wrist. Six thirty again, she thought, wondering if Andy had started dinner yet. She smiled, thinking of her husband, sitting at home, beer in hand, and watching a game on cable. No, probably hadn't even noticed the time. Andy was a panel beater who managed to go to work early and come home at about five every day. He would then have a shower and sit and relax until she got home. Dinner tonight would be out of the freezer and a packet, and then a bit of relax time in front of the TV before bed. Amanda tingled just thinking about the bed bit. They had been married for eleven years and the sex was still every night and still just as good as the first time when he had swept her off her feet at Susie's party. Susie was Amanda's best friend and they had gone through college together, learned about boyfriends together and been there for each other when they needed a shoulder to cry on. Even after college they had stayed in touch, despite the three hundred miles separating them once they had settled into working. Susie had had a party, yet another one, this time for her birthday and Amanda had made the effort to get there early in the afternoon to catch up on the gossip and help with setting up. "Boyfriend?" Susie asked Amanda, in the usual first serious question of the day. "In between." Amanda replied, thinking about yet another boy who had pursued her because of her looks and, once successful, had lost interest in keeping the effort up to maintain it. Amanda had come to the conclusion that most boys thought they were the world's greatest lover and once you had sex the girl should be eternally grateful. The last guy had been pretty big downstairs, but he had known it and assumed he did not have to work at making it good for her. They had never had sex for longer than half an hour and he was always under ten minutes from the time he put it in to the time he grunted in satisfaction and rolled over to sleep. Amanda had managed to endure two months of this, hoping for an improvement, before she had finally broken up with him. He could not understand why, and made a halfhearted attempt to win her back before he found a girl with huge tits and no IQ that agreed with him that he was a great lover. Amanda thought they deserved each other and imagined a brood of children with no brains but big dicks or tits who would be the start of the next master race. Susie giggled, "There are quite a few single guys coming tonight, lets see, Phil is a doctor, well off but not too handsome, Richard keeps the girls very happy, but its all the girls, he doesn't want to be tied down, Kevin on the other hand is..." "Stop it Susie," Amanda interrupted the flow, knowing Susie would list the good and bad points of every single guy that might be there, just so Amanda would not be lonely, "I'm here for you, not to look for Mister Right. I need a bit of time before jumping in again." "Bad experience?" Susie asked seriously. "Yeah," Amanda replied, "so let's just leave it." "OK." Susie said, knowing when to leave a discussion alone with Amanda. "Who's your current toy?" Amanda asked, referring back to the early college days when Susie had a number of vibrators for use between boyfriends. She had named them all and only Amanda had known that when Susie said in conversation that she had a date with Ron for that night that she meant a pink tickler with rotating bits too. "You are going to love Sean," Susie enthused, "he's tall and handsome, and got the ability to keep me happy." "Great." Amanda said, happy that her friend was happy. They had continued talking for the couple of hours they had alone before the guests started arriving. They talked about old times and naughty things they had done, they talked about work and where they were going in their companies, and who wanted to get them there quicker, and what they wanted in return. They talked about fashion and make up. They talked about families and babies (not yet I want to live a bit first, they agreed). It had been a great afternoon. Sean was one of the first to arrive, his widening eyes showing Amanda he had noticed her good looks immediately. He had taken Susie in his arms and given her a kiss better suited for moments alone, before asking if there was enough time before the party for a quickie. She had pointed out they already had a guest and he shrugged and went to get a beer. From there it got worse. Once Sean had a couple of beers in him he started hanging around Amanda, and before long he was telling her how frustrated he was and how much happier they would both feel if they found a quiet room and got to know each other better. Amanda tried to put him off gently but he just wouldn't take the hint. He started groping and just as Amanda was about to destroy the party by slapping him someone she didn't know rescued her. "Darling," she heard behind her and turned to see a handsome man with piercing eyes smiling as if he knew her, "it's been ages, how have you been?" He continued, touching her arm lightly. Amanda was about to say she didn't know who he was when Sean muttered something about getting a beer and left. "I, uh..." Amanda was not sure what to say. "Don't worry," the man said smiling, "I don't know you and you don't know me, I was just watching that octopus and thought you may need to get away before you slapped him." Amanda was surprised it had been that obvious. "Thanks," she said, a bit worried that this might be a frying pan to the fire thing, "you did get there in the nick of time. I'm Amanda." She smiled and held her hand out. "I'm Andy," the man said, retuning the smile with a mischievous grin that was somehow exciting, "lets grab you another drink and sit down for a few minutes like we are old friends and that should allow that prick to latch on to another target." They sat and talked, as much as the music would allow, and Amanda felt comfortable with Andy. She had no idea later what they had discussed but they worked out pretty soon that they had a lot in common. After they had a few drinks Andy excused himself to use the toilet but promised, on Amanda's insistence to come straight back Susie made a beeline to Amanda. "Who is that divine man?" She asked. "Hands off, I saw him first." Amanda giggled, a bit tipsy. "His name is Andy and he came here with Kevin apparently, but Kevin has disappeared with that blonde with the fuck me boots." "Yvette." Susie said. "Yeah." Amanda agreed. There was a squeal from a late arrival who had spotted Susie, and with an apologetic smile Susie went to meet her new guests. To Amanda's relief Andy retuned before Sean realized she was alone. "Do you want to take a walk?" Andy asked. It was noisy and stuffy inside the smoke filled room. "Where?" Amanda asked, interested. "It's only a block to the beach." Andy replied, smiling. "Let's go." Amanda said, and they left without being noticed. Half way there Andy took Amanda's hand in his, and they walked the beach for some time, holding hands, before climbing into the sand dunes and lying down to look at the stars. They lay in the sand dunes watching the stars and the quarter moon and talking for a long time before Andy had reached over and kissed Amanda. She returned the kiss, knowing this is what she wanted tonight and tomorrow could take care of itself. Andy tenderly stroked her face and neck as he kissed Amanda and their excitement grew. She pulled him onto her body and hugged him tight. Andy broke the kiss and looked into her sparkling eyes. "Do you..." He started, uncertain if he was going too fast. "Oh yes." Amanda interrupted, pulling his mouth back to hers. Oh yes she thought, I need this more than you could imagine. Slowly they undressed, each piece of clothing being discarded leaving some more skin to thoroughly explore before moving on. Eventually Amanda was lying on her back, her dress around her waist, her bra gone and her nipples erect in the chilly night air. Andy was lowering her panties and then moved his tongue back up to explore the last bit of her to be exposed. He had a talented tongue, Amanda thought as the sensations grew, and slowly and very thoroughly he brought her to a massive climax, her excitement soaking his face and sand below her. When he made love to her it was also slow and deliberate. Andy was huge, although Amanda was lucky that she didn't see what he had that night, it may have put her off. He very carefully worked his way inside Amanda, allowing her body to adjust and respond before beginning his rhythmic strokes. He made love to her for hours. This is real hours, not just "it felt like hours" hours. Amanda came twice more, gushing around the huge intruder inside her and Andy allowed the feelings to build in intensity before they both reached their final release in a perfect moment of sexual harmony. Andy had looked at her and said, "This should be forever." Amanda, still panting, had answered, "It will be." From there it had all just happened. Susie was horrified. Andy was a hunk, sure, but he was "just a panel beater" and, according to Susie, well below Amanda's social status. Amanda, on the other hand, was gorgeous. Perfect figure, beautiful red hair, she had movie star looks, and not just any movie star; she was the absolute image of Nicole Bonham, the biggest sex symbol of the time. This was still embarrassing to her eleven years later as she often got stopped in the street or in a shop and asked for an autograph. She had to explain gently that she was not Nicole, to a disbelieving fan who could obviously see she was. She tried different hairstyles, but they always ended up being similar to some film Nicole had done, and the fans continued to hassle her. It wasn't just for autographs either. Just the other day the owner of the accounting firm she worked for had made some very indecent suggestions about her acting out a Nicole fantasy for him. She had tried to discourage him nicely but he had persisted, a rich boy used to getting what he wanted and she had finally told him where to go in the sort of terms used in Andy's panel shop. He had left, shocked, and now Amanda was wondering how long she would have her job. Chapter 2 – A crime. Whatever, Amanda thought, as she picked up her handbag and turned out the light, there's always another job. She walked down the corridor and let herself out into the car park, smiling now as she thought about Andy again. They had been inseparable since the party and were living together within a month and married within a year. Susie's disbelief and horror had slowly turned to envy as other relationships failed and Amanda and Andy were still so obviously in love. The sex just got better. As Amanda walked through the car park toward her car, an MG that had been painstakingly restored by Andy, two men approached and she looked up, confused. "Amanda Silk?" One asked. She did not answer, unsure of what they wanted and feeling threatened. "Of course it's Amanda," said the second, "just look at her." Suddenly feeling the danger Amanda turned to run but a hand reached across her face and she smelled a strong chemical smell before collapsing. The men looked around the empty car park, and seeing no one else there carried Amanda to a van and strapped her into a strong seat in the back. They went through her handbag and checked her license. Knowing now that they had the right person they then got her car keys and one of the men left in the MG while the other drove the van in the other direction. Amanda was unconscious for the entire trip and when the van arrived at its destination it was driven up a long driveway after passing through a security gate, and into an open garage. The driver got out and closed the garage door. He checked to see if she was still out before untying her. Another man walked into the garage from an internal door. "How'd it go?" He asked the driver. "No problems, just like clockwork." The driver replied with satisfaction. The man looked at the unconscious figure in the seat. "You and I are going to have a lot of fun, Nicole." He said in a chilling voice. Amanda was struggling between dream and reality, between consciousness and darkness. She could not see anything, could not say anything and could not move. She could hear disembodied voices floating around her. "...can't wait for our turn at this one, Blain, a real beauty..." "...patience Reb, I am going to enjoy every possible thing..." "...last one had trouble convincing..." "...not money then family is the key..." "...can't believe this works every time..." "...possible with enough money..." The world swam and then darkness. Amanda woke slowly. Her head hurt like she had been drinking and she was tied down on a bed, spread-eagled with a gag and a blindfold on. She tried moving but there was not a lot of give in the ropes securing her. She could bring her legs together and bend her knees up a fair way but her arms were tied tight. Her mind started to work again and she remembered the men in the car park. The realization dawned that she had been abducted, but why? She and Andy were reasonably comfortable but certainly not rich. So not for money. They had no enemies at all so it was not revenge. Maybe they thought she was Nicole and she could explain the mistake? No, the first one had asked her if she was Amanda. She ruled out all the other possibilities before coming to the conclusion that this was going to be a sexual thing. Oh god no, she thought, please not that. She had not been a virgin when she met Andy and he was not the only man she had ever had sex with, but there had been no others since that first night on the sand dunes. The thought of another man using her that way made her horrified. And to have no control or say over it... Amanda started to get angry. Angry with herself for not running sooner, angry with the men who had so calmly taken her, angry with the security guard for not seeing what was happening and preventing it. When Amanda got angry she was not the typical redhead hothead, flying off the handle. She smoldered and brooded, hiding her anger as it built and waiting for the best chance to show her fury. She tried the ropes once more and realized there was no point hurting herself fighting the unmovable. She waited and hoped, but slowly seethed. Blain left her there for a few hours longer than he had planned. A sweet business deal was concluded and he wondered if some of the cocaine could be used to sweeten up his little Nicole in the back room. Keep it in mind anyway he thought. He finally walked into the room where the girl was held and looked down at her. She was gorgeous, even with the gag and mask on, the absolute image of Nicole, who he loved from afar. But now he had her closer. "From now until I tell you, you are Nicole." He said. She looked toward the sound of his voice. "Do you understand?" The girl shook her head. Blain crossed the space to the bed silently and slapped her calf with as much force as he could muster. She jumped and a muffled cry came out from under the gag. "It's like this Nicole," Blain said in a cold, level voice, "you and I are going to spend a lot of time together and I am going to have my fun anyway. The more you fight it the harder it will be on you. Now you are Nicole right?" She shook her head again. It's always the same, thought Blain; they resist for a while but finally give in to the inevitable. Usually they end up enjoying it anyway. He watched the tense girl on the bed for a couple of minutes waiting for the punishment she knew must be coming. Finally he reached down to the top of her blouse with both hands and ripped it open, buttons flying across the room. He then pulled her bra as far off her as he could before letting it snap back sharply. More muffled screaming and writhing. Blain once again pulled the bra away from her body and held it at full stretch. "Your tits are great," he said, giving them a good look over, "reasonable size, good and firm and I love the freckles across the tops." The girl was wriggling madly, trying to cover herself. "Stop moving." Blain said. She didn't. He reached down and caught a nipple, pinching it hard and then viciously twisting it. More cries, arching of the back and finally he saw tears coming from under the blindfold. Good, he thought, she is starting to get the message. "Stop moving." He said again, still cruelly twisting her nipple. She stopped. He slowly let the nipple go, and noticed it was more erect than the other. "Are you Nicole?" He asked. She didn't move. The bra snapped home again and once again she jumped. "You will give me an answer to all my questions without delay," he said, "now, are you Nicole?" She nodded slowly. "Good," said Blain pleasantly, "you are starting to learn." He watched her for a while, the tears running down her face. "Do you need the toilet?" He finally asked. She nodded. "Do not move before I tell you to." He said. He then clipped handcuffs on her wrists and linked a chain between them over a cable that ran the length of the room. He untied her hands from the bed and then undid her legs. As soon as her legs were free the girl lashed out with her feet, missing him as he had expected it, and made to dive off the bed. The chain across her arms tightened as she fell and she was left on her knees held up by the chain. Blain punched her hard in her kidneys and she writhed in pain again. "As I said earlier," he said conversationally, "we can do this easy," he stroked her throat down to her cleavage, "or we can do this hard." He punched her again in the same place. "Do you want hard?" He screamed in her ear. Gasping for breath she shook her head. "Good, you may now stand up." Blain said calmly. She struggled to her feet and stood, breathing heavily through the gag, her blouse hanging open at the front and her skirt twisted. Watching her Blain already had an erection. "Now Nicole," said Blain conversationally, "you have proven that I cannot trust you. Do you still need to go to the toilet?" She nodded. He continued, "Then you have to ask me, and you have to agree to my way of doing things." She mumbled something into the gag. "I am not yet ready to release your hands," Blain told her, "so I will need to remove your skirt and panties for you." She tensed up visibly at this comment. "I will then lead you to the toilet on the wire and you will do your business. I will do anything reasonable to clean you up after but if you make a mess I will chain you up outside and hose you with high-pressure cold water. When you are ready to agree to this you can nod three times to ask me to do it, until then you can stand where you are." The girl stood still and Blain sat in a chair and lit a cigarette. Watching the way she stood he could tell she had a full bladder and it would not be long before she made her first request of him. It is so easy, he mused, first let them know you had control, show them they cannot change it and they eventually accept it. Next give them a choice that really isn't a choice and they start asking for what you want. Eventually they didn't really know how much was what you wanted and how much was what they wanted. They usually enjoyed the sex and the combination of a sizeable lump sum payment and some blunt threats on family made them forget the idea of pursuing legal action. If they ever did it wouldn't matter anyway with his contacts. As he smoked a second cigarette he wondered how much this one would cost, plenty he thought, but still well worth it. Amanda stood, wondering what she could do to stop this hell. She was furious, but unable to vent it. She knew she would have to use the toilet soon, but did not want this prick to undress her. Deep down she knew that without a miracle he was going to be doing a lot more than undress her soon. Her kidneys ached, her breasts stung, her bladder felt like it was going to burst. Finally she bowed to the inevitable and slowly nodded three times. Nic in the Nick "You are ready?" The voice asked. She nodded again. "You will not fight it?" He asked. She shook her head. "If you do anything wrong I will use this knife to cut your earring off." He said, running a metallic thing across her throat. Amanda gulped. This asshole is evil, she thought, and she slowly nodded. His hands reached to the waist of her skirt. He lowered the zip and then undid the button. With a slight tug the skirt fell to the floor. Amanda shivered. His hands then hooked on her panties and he slowly pulled them down exposing her most private part. She could feel his breath on her pubic hair. Please get this over with she prayed silently, just let it be gone. Without speaking he lead her to the edge of the room and into a toilet. The cable must come into here she thought as he sat her down, her arms stretched above her. She emptied her bladder with relief. When she had finished she just sat, hoping again it would all go away. "Finished?" He asked. She nodded. "Stand up and move back toward the bed." She stood and took a few steps. "Stop." He said. She stopped. "Spread your legs so I can clean you up." Amanda was totally humiliated. She did not dare refuse so she stood shaking with her legs apart and she heard him get some toilet paper. He then wiped her dry, an almost delicate contact to her most intimate place. "Lovely," he said, "now walk back to the bed and lie down on your back." She heard the toilet flush as she shuffled back to the bed and awkwardly climbed on and lay down. "I will use the knife if you resist in any way," the man said, "do you understand?" Amanda nodded and laid still as he returned the restraints to their original setup. She was terrified of what would come next and the man was obviously thinking about the same thing. Chapter 3 – The one plays the other. "We both know what happens next," he told her, "and I will make it as easy as possible for you. If you are good." He ran the knife up her stomach and under the bra strap. "We don't need this." He said, and cut the strap with a flick of the knife. He lifted the cups off her breasts. Amanda lay there, blouse and bra open, nothing on the bottom at all. She wondered when her shoes had been taken off, she wondered what color the room was, and she wondered all sorts of things trying to distract herself from the situation. She did not wonder who the man was. She knew it was the owner of the company, the same creep that had tried to talk her into bed. His hands pushed her legs apart. She at first resisted but he just used more force and she reluctantly spread her legs for him, afraid of the consequences of disobeying. "That's better, Nicole." He said, and then he moved back, leaving her open for him. Amanda would have killed him at that moment if there had been any means available, but there was no opportunity. She decided, I will become Nicole Bonham, it is not Amanda here in this situation, it is Nicole in a raunchy movie, this is not my sleazy boss this is some sexy young up and coming star. Maybe one who looks like Andy? Oh Andy, she thought, will you ever forgive me? Then he touched her. His fingers stroking just her pubic hair, the light stroking was erotic but unwanted. At first she flinched at his touch. No, she told herself, you are Nicole, and she wants it. The stroking got heavier, his fingers parting her lips lightly. You are acting, girl, and soon you will need to pretend this is good, but not yet. She lay there with her legs spread, chained to the bed, as he explored her vagina. She shivered at his touch and then she felt his breath down there as he moved to explore her with his tongue. You are acting, Nicole, she screamed to her herself as her lips were opened by his fingers and his tongue licked in between. He moved up to her clit and sucked it until it grew. She moaned, not in pleasure, but in pretense. He looked up. "You like that, don't you Nicole?" She nodded, a small nod, but it was there. He moved his head back and started licking firmly. He wants to make me orgasm, she thought, and if I let it happen it will. I will pretend it is coming faster and fake it, I will not let him have the victory, but I will let him think he has had the victory. I am, after all, one of the best actresses in the world. She moaned through the gag again, a little louder, and started bucking her hips slightly. The licking continued, stimulating her, even though she did not want it to. She felt his finger pressing her entrance and slowly it opened to let him in. She was concentrating hard now on what she would be doing if she was enjoying this. She pushed onto his finger to allow deeper penetration, she moaned softly and bucked her hips with apparent enjoyment. "I knew you were a hot one, Nicole," he said, lifting his head and pressing his finger deep inside her, "we are going to have so much fun together." A second finger joined the first and she was opened wider. Her juices were flowing and it was now easier to imagine she was the actress and she just had to get through this one scene and it would all be over. "Do you want to cum?" He asked. She nodded vigorously. "Then you will." He said and resumed tonguing her clit, sucking and nibbling. She writhed harder in the restraints, moaning louder and louder as she showed him the orgasm was approaching. His attention to her intensified with her reactions and she finally tensed up, clenching her pussy muscles repeatedly to simulate an orgasm. She shuddered and shook as she slowed the clenching motions until she finally lay there, panting. Did it work, she wondered, did he believe she had cum? "Fantastic," he said, confirming he did believe it, "wasn't that great?" She nodded. "My turn now." He said, and she could feel his fingers leave her body and he began sliding up the bed. She tried not to tense up knowing she was about to be raped, and there was nothing she could do about it. Think acting, she reminded herself, you made him the loser by deceiving him once, you can do it again. His lips circled her left nipple and he sucked it in, chewing firmly. She jumped and he said nothing but became a little gentler. After a while he moved to the right one and worked it up to firmness too. As he sucked she felt his cock brushing her lips. Actress mode she thought desperately as he thrust his hips and entered her in one stroke. "How does it feel, Nicole?" He asked as he started thrusting in and out. "Do you like my cock in your little red haired cunt?" Amanda hated it. She hated his power over her and to be quite honest it was quite a small cock, short and thin, and it didn't do anything for her at all. If she had agreed to have sex with him she would have had to fake it anyway, she thought. Even while Amanda was thinking this Nicole was nodding her approval, thrusting her hips to make it go deeper. "Oh yeah baby, take it all." He said as he slammed his cock into her. Nicole did all the right things, moving her hips and moaning through the gag. Amanda agonized over Andy. Would he forgive her for allowing this to happen? He couldn't, she thought, how could he face sex with her knowing another man had taken her, had used her? Amanda thought she would not go back. If she survived this treatment she would just go because her pure life with Andy was gone, torn away by this sub human creature, she was now tainted. While Nicole's moans and movements showed enjoyment, Amanda's fury grew. Her life was ruined, just because this asshole had decided it should, on a whim. She would not let him get away with it. She must find a way to stop him. As their pace became faster she knew he was close, get him off, she thought, and try to get him to release her for some reason. But he suddenly pulled out of her leaving her bucking as if to encourage him back in. "Not yet, Nicole," he said, "I want to try something else before I finish." She tensed, wondering and then felt his cock head push against her ass. She jumped away and shook her head over and over. "What's the matter baby?" He asked. "Don't you like the back door?" Again she shook her head. "But I want something different." He said. She still shook her head. "You know I can just take it, don't you?" He asked, and she nodded. "But you don't want it." He stated. She shook her head. "So, what to do this with this?" He asked brushing her lips with the tip of his cock. She made humping movements but he ignored her. "Can I trust you?" He asked. She nodded. "OK, I'm going to remove the gag, but you must promise not to scream." She nodded again. "I still have the knife, understand, and if you scream I will use it to open your ass to a useable size." More nodding. He reached behind her head and fumbled with something. As the gag loosened he held the knife to her throat. "No noise." He reminded her as the gag came away. She nodded. "Are you Nicole?" He asked. "Yes." She replied in a croaky voice. Well, part of her was. "Why don't you want anal?" He asked. "I've got piles," she lied, "and even just to go to the toilet usually causes bleeding and agony." "What will you do instead?" He asked. She thought for a moment. "Anything you ask." "Anything?" He asked. "Anything." She answered timidly. He thought for a while. "Will you suck my dick?" He asked. "I said anything, and it would be much less painful." She said, trying to sound reluctant and at the same time thinking this could be her chance. "If you were to hurt me I would make you suffer for a very long time before you died." He said. "Please don't hurt me, I promise I will be good." Amanda feigned terror while hoping she could finally do something to get some control back. "Just do what I say." He said. She nodded. He moved her into a position sitting on the edge of the bed, undoing and then redoing her restraints to suit. Finally she was sitting, her feet wide apart with a bar between them and her hands were tied over the cable giving her enough movement to bring her arms down to shoulder level when they were stretched in front of her. Amanda suddenly remembered the vague snippets of conversation earlier and realized that it would not just be him it would be others too. Her ordeal had only just begun. She was defiled and Andy would never forgive her, oh God, she thought, her life might as well be over. Give me that cock, she thought, and I will make sure you never do this to anyone again. "Ready?" He asked. For once the Nicole and Amanda parts had the same answer. "Ready." They both replied. She felt his cock on her lips and she opened them to let it in. Reb and Tim watched through the window in the door. Blain always drew the curtains but the way they fell you still got a pretty good view of the action. "This one's a real honey." Said Reb. "Can't wait to get my cock in that stuck up bitch's ass," said Tim, "I bet he has her thinking that the head job is it and then she can go home. "Yeah, he's a real prick like that," said Reb, "you reckon he'll fuck her ass?" Tim thought for a bit. "Yeah, likely will unless she's real good with her mouth and makes him cum." Inside the room they could see the girl, still blindfolded, sitting on the edge of the bed. Blain was standing in front of her with his arms over her shoulders, the knife held in his hand and pointing at her back. She had started by just sucking and licking the head and now she was licking down to his balls and back up toward the head again. Her hands were on his ass cheeks. Reb continued his thoughts. "Even if he does she'll still suffer plenty more with us, the boss is a real needle dick." "Yeah," agreed Tim, "my dogs got more downstairs than him." They laughed quietly and concentrated on the action again. She was deep throating Blain, taking him fully into her mouth before drawing back again, using her hands to pull him in. "Man," said Tim, "she looks real hungry for cock." "Fuck yeah," said Reb, "an' we got plenty for her too." Inside the room she was drawing the cock deep into her mouth again, hands tight on his cheeks. The two outside watched her take him deep inside again and hold him there. Blain suddenly screamed a bloodcurdling scream. A scream of pure agony. The knife plunged into her back in an involuntary reflex action. Suddenly there was blood everywhere, on Blain, on the girl, on the floor, on the bed. The screaming continued as Blain now writhed on the floor. The girl was hanging motionless on the cable, the hilt of the knife sticking out of her back. Amanda's sudden blackness dissolved into a brilliant white. "Oh fuck." Screamed Reb. "Jesus Christ," breathed Tim, "she bit his cock off." She had. It was lying on the floor while Blain screamed non-stop. Reb finally gathered himself. "Get Doc Anderson quick, Blain aint got long." Tim took off down the hall to the phone. Reb kicked down the locked door, walked across the floor and with one blow to the head he knocked Blain unconscious. "Sorry boss," he said, but it's the only way to stop you hurtin'." He rolled up a bed sheet and pressed it against the torn stump that was still pumping blood. He held it there until Tim came back in, then he got Tim to take over. Reb went over to the girl, her face a hideous mask of blood. He checked her pulse. "Dead." He said. "Oh fuck," Tim moaned, "we are in deep shit when the Doc sees this." Reb found the keys to the bindings and let the girl down. He put her on the bed and rolled the body in the remaining bloodied blankets, the knife still in her back. He picked up the roll and carried her out to the van, putting her in the back and locking the door carefully behind him. By the time the doctor got there Blain was in a different room, a small amount of blood on the floor. Blain was still alive but just. "Get the paramedics," Doc Anderson advised, "or he will die." Reb just looked at him for a second, and then said, "This is how we do it. There will be no paramedics, and no publicity." The doctor tried to say something but Reb continued. "Don't interrupt, I got more important things to do that listen to you." The Doctor listened and Reb started again. "No one but you is to know who it is but you gotta get the best there is to fix him, and fix him good right? No questions at all unless it's doctorin' stuff right?" The doctor nodded. "If he lives your debt is cleared, if it works again after you put it back on you get a mill clear right? Your mates get paid regardless" The doctor nodded eagerly, his gambling debt wiped and money too, the best of care will certainly be found. He pulled the phone out of his pocket, cleared his throat and then started arranging the transfer, when the private ambulance arrived he went with it, guiding them to a safe surgery while talking constantly on his cell phone, arranging the best surgeons that money could buy. Chapter 4 – The sudden ex cop. At dusk the following evening a fishing boat launched into a lake. It motored out to the middle where with a slight splash a weighted object went into the lake and sank slowly to the very deep bottom. A passer by at boat ramp asked the two returning fishermen how they went as they put the boat back on the trailer. "Only one," Reb answered, "but had to throw it back." Meanwhile Blain hovered between life and death as the well paid micro surgeons worked feverishly. Detective Joe Robinson retired from the Police force in a hurry. More accurately he was retired from the force. Joe had been working on a missing persons case when he found a link with an unsolved suspected murder case. His investigations had lead him to what now looked like a systematic sexual assault situation where the victims were compensated well enough to not report it. Joe decided he had enough cause to investigate one Blain Fury junior. Blain Fury junior was rich. His father, Blain Fury senior, had been a self-made businessman who had made a fortune in the home computer boom of the eighties and nineties and had started a number of offshore and some local hardware companies before entering many other fields. Blain senior had died from a heart attack in the mid nineties when his son was just sixteen. Since then Blain junior had not worked a day. His father had set up an empire that was self-perpetuating. There were managers that earned more when sales were higher and the returns to young Blain were lower than could be seen from other similar companies, but in the end the empire grew and young Blain received between six and ten million dollars a year for not interfering. Young Blain was spoiled, he was immature but he was not stupid so left the golden goose mostly alone and spent his days trying to spend as much as he could. What Joe Robinson had found was that a lot of young women working in the companies owned by Blain suddenly disappeared within two days of Blains occasional visits to look over the premises. There were eight different companies in different parts of town so the pattern had gone unnoticed. The disappearances had stopped with last one, Amanda Silk, who was still missing. There was no reason to suspect Amanda had just skipped town, and there were a lot of reasons to suspect she had met with foul play. Usually the victims were only gone for a day or two and then the missing persons report was suddenly withdrawn and they left town quickly. Joe had found a couple of them living within driving distance, he had no budget for air travel, and had managed to visit them. The first, a girl called Flo, refused to talk to him and looked very frightened but the second, a faded beauty called Lorraine, had an interesting, but definitely off the record, talk about her experiences. Two days after these visits Joe's boss called him into his office. "What are you working on Joe?" He asked quietly. "A missing person that might be linked to a murder." Joe liked Steve, who was twenty years his junior but still more of a friend than a boss. "Shouldn't you pass that on to homicide?" Steve did not seem to be himself, Joe thought, more like he was reading a prepared statement. "Come on Steve," Joe said, a bit exasperated, "you know we need more than a suspicion to get them involved." "I want you to drop this case." Steve looked at Joe to see how this would go. "Not a hope Steve," Joe did not see what was coming, "I'm just about to crack a big one but it needs a subtle old cop like me not one of those gung ho boys who want to kick down doors." Steve sighed. "How are you feeling Joe, everything right at home?" Joe looked at Steve, realizing something very strange was happening. "Home is fine Steve, Rachael is still bugging me to retire but I've got a couple of years yet. Now what the hell is going on?" Steve looked at Joe for a minute without speaking. He seemed to be having trouble with what he was going to say next. "Joe, the shrink has decided you are under too much pressure...." "What?" Joe knew he had one of the easiest jobs in the place. "And due to your being so close to retirement," Steve continued without acknowledging Joe's reaction, "we have decided to put you on a full pension as of tonight." "What is happening here Steve?" Joe was confused. "You are out of here Joe, let's go and empty your desk and I want all of your files now." "But Steve..." Joe was stunned. "Joe look at me," Steve was dead serious now, "you have got no idea what trouble you have caused the department, just by doing your job properly. We have no choice now but to get you out. You said you always wanted to travel, well now is the time to go." "Jesus Steve, I can't just drop..." "Yes you can Joe, and you must, for my sake, for your sake and for the departments sake." Steve was struggling to get the words out now. "Please just do this Joe, because if you won't go along with it there will be dire consequences. Just get the hell away from here and never come back." Steve thought for a moment. "If you want to take this higher there will be trouble, because where do you think it came from?" Nic in the Nick Joe was in a daze for the next couple of hours. He went with Steve to clean out his desk; he handed over the files, his badge and his gun and found himself stepping into the lift carrying a box that contained his whole life as a policeman. The doors started closing when a hand stopped them and the Chief got in the lift. This is the man who runs the station, Joe thought, I should say something. He cleared his throat. "Just go Joe," said the Chief, "don't make a scene." He rode down with Joe and watched him slowly go out the door. Steve appeared behind the Chief. "Will he stay quiet?" Asked the chief. "I think so," Steve replied, "he's not stupid." "Let's hope so for his sake." The chief said and walked away. Joe Robinson went home and Rachel was there when he got in. He told her he was on an extended holiday and that he didn't want to talk about it now. He then went and shut himself in his spare room to think. The references to the Blain Fury case were too obvious to ignore. Joe decided that Flo, the alleged victim who would not talk to him had told Blain's people about his enquiry. From there he assumed that Blain had applied pressure right from the top for this to be dropped and Joe was put off the case. He thought Steve could have been a lot harder on him and had obviously tried to make things as easy as possible. So don't do anything to get Steve in hot water for not shutting him down properly. He finally decided to let it go. All those years of training and upholding the law and now he was leaving a solvable case due to politics. Joe felt sick. But there was no other way. He went to bed late that night, and in bed he finally told Rachael what had really happened. "You think he did it?" She asked when he had finished. "I'm sure of it." He answered. "But is there enough evidence to prove it?" Asked Rachael. Joe thought about it. "Not now, but with a bit of investigation there could be." He answered. "And he's rich and influential enough to make sure there is no investigation." Rachael said quietly. "Yep, Joe sighed, "and he will get away with it." "Is there anything you can do?" Rachael asked. "Not legally, and I can't bring myself to break the law like that." Joe said with resignation. Chapter 5 – The experienced and the novices. Rachael reached across and slipped her hand into his pajama pants. "You have to forget it then," she said, giving his cock a squeeze, "and I may just be able to distract you." Her hand gripped his limp cock and slowly squeezed up and down. At the same time a car pulled up over the road in the dark patch between two streetlights. The two occupants looked at each other. "Why are we stopped?" Asked Billie, her voice husky and enticing. "I wanted to say goodnight right before we were at your house." Eric answered nervously. "You mean you want to kiss me." Billie said, teasing. They had been going out for three weeks now and she had let him kiss her a few times and once he had fondled her tits too. For a couple of inexperienced eighteen year olds this was exciting and felt very dangerous too. "I want to kiss you so much I could burst." Eric said, the bulge in his pants also threatening to burst. I wonder if she'll let me play with her tits again he thought, a bit embarrassed by the number of times he had masturbated just thinking about that feeling. "OK," Billie said, feigning resignation but feeling excited too, "you can kiss me goodnight." She leaned toward him and puckered her lips. Eric leaned over and put her lips to hers. They kissed with their lips closed for a few seconds before his tongue pushed it's way into her mouth. Eric was thinking about what it would be like to actually have sex; Billie was imagining the nice house they would live in after they were married. In the house Rachael was slowly pumping her hand up and down Joe's cock. It was slowly swelling with her attention. Joe lay back thinking how great she was. Married for over thirty years now, he thought, and she knew exactly how to get him going, how to touch him right. This, he thought, is love. "I love you so much." Joe said, voicing his thoughts. "I love you too." Rachael answered with absolute sincerity. In the car Eric broke the kiss to move back and look at the beautiful girl he was kissing. Billie was gorgeous, strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, a pert little nose and the most kissable lips. "Oh Billie," Eric said, "I love you so much." Billie looked up at the handsome boy who brought out all these gloriously naughty feelings in her. "I love you too." Billie replied. Eric and Billie resumed their kissing. Joe reached over and slipped the straps of Rachael's nightgown down. His lips found her neck and he kissed his way down, pushing the flimsy fabric down as he went. Her strokes on his now firm cock became stronger and she moaned as he gently took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it to firmness. Eric's hand sort of accidentally on purpose brushed Billie's tit. She jumped a bit but did not stop kissing him. Eric wondered if this meant it was ok. He put his hand more firmly on the ample swelling in her shirt. Billie felt it and thought I should tell him to stop but it is nice. She decided to let him go for a bit longer. Eric wondered what to do next. His hand was holding that beautiful, soft, rounded part. He squeezed and Billie let out a low moan. He squeezed again and then rubbed his hand up and down, feeling the nipple harden to his touch. Rachael was ready, and she wanted Joe's cock in her now. He was on top of her sucking each nipple in turn, his hand stroking her mound through the nightgown as her hand squeezed his cock that was now trapped between them. "Take me now." Rachael whispered and Joe lifted his head to see her face flushed with passion, her eyes sparking with desire. He lifted his body and they quickly undressed. Eric's hand had strayed upwards and he was playing with the top button on Billie's shirt. They were still kissing passionately and were both wondering just how far they would go. The button popped open and his trembling hand went to the next one. Joe was kneeling in the bed, his face now buried in Rachael's pussy. They were both naked and he was making sure she was good and wet before the next bit. Rachael whimpered softly as his experienced tongue found the right spot. They didn't say anything because they didn't need to, two people totally in tune with each other's desires. Billie's shirt was open enough now for Eric to rub her lacy black bra directly. She was moaning softly as his hand increased her desire. An idle thought passed through her mind that she was glad she changed out of the daggy white underwire bra she wore earlier in the day. The more he rubbed her tits the more the fire between her legs increased. I should make him stop now she thought but their feverish kissing was just too good to break. Maybe just a little longer. Rachael was close, very close thought Joe and he pulled his mouth away. She whimpered softly in protest but they both knew the best way to do this so Joe continued. He moved up between her legs and Rachael used her hands behind her knees to spread herself open for him. Joe positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly applied pressure. After a slight resistance his cock entered and he maintained the pressure as he went further and further in very slowly. Finally he was buried full length inside her. He stopped moving and they smiled at each other as both enjoyed the pleasure of the first penetration. Billie finally drew away for a deep breath. She was panting as Eric undid the last button on her shirt and it fell aside. "You are so beautiful." Eric whispered. "We really shouldn't, Eric." Billie whispered, very softly. His hands now moved up and then each covered a lacy cup as both her nipples poked through the light material. Billie decided it was time to stop this and she leaned forward, so his hands left her tits but they slid inside her shirt. "We really shouldn't." She repeated, although her body was sending totally opposite messages. Eric's hands were now behind her back and she felt him struggling with the catches on her bra. "I want to touch them for real," Eric whispered hoarsely, "please can I?" The first catch came loose. "I'm scared Eric." Billie said. "I'm scared too," he answered, "but also so turned on by you." His hands moved to the other catch. Oh my, Billie thought, if I don't stop this now where will it go? "I, um..." Billie started, but too late. The second catch opened and her bra released at the back. Eric's hands came back around inside the straps and suddenly his hands were on her tits, the cups of the bra pushed up and out of the way. They both groaned out loud in ecstasy. Joe was slowly pumping in and out, fucking Rachael tenderly. He knew he had to go slow because he wanted them both to enjoy this and didn't want to finish too soon. Gently does it he thought, driving full strokes in her most of the time with the occasional short stroke just inside for variety. Rachael lay back, unconsciously moving her body with his strokes, still holding her legs, enjoying the feeling of his balls bouncing softly on her ass cheeks and inner thighs. Eric felt like he was going to explode. His cock was as hard as it ever had been and was pressing against his jeans with urgency. His hands played with Billie's tits squeezing and tweaking the nipples as she moaned in pleasure. Her eyes were open, staring at him with undisguised lust. Eric bent down and took a nipple into his mouth. "Oh my God," exclaimed Billie as Eric sucked and licked her nipple, "that feels so good." Eric moved across to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. Billie squealed with delight as the tingling sensations spread throughout her body, centered on her tits and her as yet untouched pussy. Touch it Eric she encouraged him silently, tonight I will let you touch it. Then she felt his hand on her thigh. Just as the position became difficult for Rachael Joe leaned first to one side and then to the other, allowing her to bring her legs back down and together, his cock still buried inside her. Joe's legs outside hers gave him more pressure on his cock and he continued to make love to her in slow easy strokes as they stared into each other's eyes. "I love you Rachael." Whispered Joe. "I love you so much Joe." Rachael replied as his cock, and the pressure of his groin on her clit slowly brought her orgasm closer. Eric could not believe it. He had put his hand on Billie's thigh, expecting to be told to stop but instead he had felt her legs part slightly. He looked her directly in those loving eyes. "Billie," he said quietly, "I love you more than anything else in the world." His hand moved up under her short skirt. "I want you so bad." Billie was lost in a sea of desire, her body had betrayed her, allowing this to go so much further than it should have. A last remnant of sense remained. "I want you too Eric," she panted as his hand found her panties, "but I cannot risk getting pregnant." The feeling shot up from the spot he was touching and she knew he now knew how wet she was. Billie spread her legs further to allow him better access. Eric thrilled at her words, his cock pulsing with the amazing pressure. "I have a condom, Billie." He said anxiously. Will it happen tonight? What will she say next? Eric's fingers moved under the thin piece of material and he felt her hair, her lips and then the tip of his finger found her hole and slipped inside. "Billie?" He asked nervously. "Yes, Eric, oh yes." Billie exclaimed as the feelings rose and then rose again. Joe was above Rachael, his legs straight, his arms holding his body off hers. Their only contact was his cock slowly pumping in and out. This position made her feel so tight it was hard not to come, but still he held on. Wordlessly Joe and Rachael stared into each other's eyes, consumed by the joy of the moment. Eric's finger was buried in Billie, the warm and tight entrance to her body gripping him firmly as he pushed it in and out. Billie bucked against it trying to get the pressure where she so badly needed it. "Rub up higher, Eric." Billie gasped. Then she gasped again as his thumb found the spot, his finger still inside her. "Oh yeah, that's it, that's it, that's it." Billie screamed as her orgasm hit her, making all the feelings before fade into oblivion. This is what it is all about she thought, so why did I want to wait? Eric felt her hole grabbing him and he realized she had come. She looked so blissful and he was amazed he had been able to bring out that sort of feeling in her. Reluctantly he took his finger out and he undid his jeans. Billie was watching him as her feelings receded and he saw her eyes open in surprise as his rock solid cock came out of his underwear. "It's huge Eric." Billie said, sounding a bit nervous. "Because you make me so hot Billie." He said. Eric found his wallet and took out the condom. He fumbled as he tore the end off the packet and then fumbled more as he struggled to put it on. Damn, he was thinking, maybe I should have tried one of these on as a practice; they are not easy to use. Eric reached across to Billie and tugged on her underwear. She lifted her hips and down they went. She suddenly felt cold, exposed and vulnerable. Billie was also a lot nervous with the size of his cock. Eric saw the doubt in her face. He climbed over the gearshift and positioned himself in front of her. In the dim light he could see her tits exposed to him and he pulled her hips forward until she was on the edge of the seat. Her skirt rode up as he did this and suddenly the tip of his cock was touching her pussy. "I love you Billie." He said, hoping for the same words back from her. "I love you too Eric," she replied, still nervous, "please be gentle." "Now?" Asked Eric. "Now." Answered Billie. He pushed forward and soon found her opening. Joe was getting close. He looked down at Rachael and saw the color rising in her cheeks, her nipples were hard and her breath was getting short. "Now." Joe said. A statement, not a question. "Now." Rachael agreed. Joe climbed off and Rachael moved to the side. Joe lay in the middle of the bed, on his back, and Rachael straddled him, lowering herself onto his cock. She leaned forward rubbing their pubic mounds together and working herself toward an orgasm. They both knew this was the only position she could orgasm in, during intercourse, without any other stimulation. Rachael humped him faster as she built herself up, closer and closer. Billie yelped in pain as her hymen tore, scaring Eric. He reluctantly stopped his pressing into her and held his position. His cock was hot and her pussy squeezed it so tight, the feeling was just amazing. "Are you ok?" He asked, suddenly thinking he must have done something wrong. Billie looked up at him. "I'm a woman now," she whispered, "just hold still until I get used to it." Eric leaned forward without entering her any more and kissed her deeply. Billie responded and as they kissed the pain receded. She finally broke the kiss, looked at Eric and waited for it to become more bearable. He waited, watching her intently. Finally she spoke. "Fuck me Eric," she said in a deep erotic voice, "fuck me now." Eric pulled his cock back and then plunged it into her deep, tight, incredibly warm pussy. He started fucking slowly and felt the come rising from his balls. At first she winced at his strokes but soon she was smiling and responding with her hips to help. They built up a speed and the car was rocking, but there was no one outside to notice and Billie and Eric were far too involved in their feelings to pay any attention to anything else. Rachael felt her orgasm rise quickly and before she could say anything she was shaking and wriggling on Joe's cock. He held her tight as she collapsed onto him, pulsing for most of a minute. "That was so good, Joe." Rachael finally said. Joe smiled, and then rolled her over onto her back, never letting his cock out of her. He started to build up a rhythm again as her pussy rubbed his cock firmly. First he teased her slowly, then he made love to her faster and finally he was fucking her hard, almost violently. Eric's pace was frantic, his cock plunging in and out of Billie and he felt the moment arrive. "I'm gonna..." Eric started to say and then he did. He buried his cock full depth in Billie as the gushes of come sprayed out into the condom. He squirted and squirted over and over deep inside Billie, his first time ever, her first time ever. "I'm there." Joe grunted as his load shot up from his balls and sprayed deep into Rachael's pussy. He pulsed a few times and it slowed to a dribble. His cock had come inside Rachael thousands of times and each time it was great. "I love you." Four voices, one feeling. Chapter 6 – Passing the baton. It took Joe four weeks to sub-let the house and buy the Winnebago. He worked hard and tried to forget what he knew about Amanda Silk's disappearance. It didn't work. A number of times Joe saw patrol cars cruise by and the occupants just stared, even when he made a point of waving to them. There were other cars too, expensive cars with tinted windows. They were all letting him know they were watching him. He wondered what he could do without putting Rachael in danger and eventually came up with a plan. It was a very simple plan, but they were always the best sort. Joe and Rachael started spending a fair bit of time with his mother. She was in a home for the elderly and was not too aware of her surroundings any more. For the first couple of times they visited he saw the patrol cars go past regularly, studiously ignoring the limos and getting the same treatment in return. Rotten to the core, thought Joe, I'm glad I'm out. After a while the drivers got used to the visits, they were always at least two hours, and the attention disappeared for the first hour at least. The day before their departure Joe walked in the front door of the home and went straight to the staff car park out the back. He had arranged with one of the nurses to leave the keys in her car and he quietly drove off without being noticed. Rachael spent a couple of hours with Joe's mother and then, when Joe returned, the two of them left together and drove home. The next morning they packed the Winnebago and headed west. Andy Silk was too stunned to react for a few days and he had promised not to do anything for a week anyway. He replayed the visit in his mind yet again. The man, who said his name was Bill but that was not his real name, had just arrived at the workshop unannounced. Andy had been doing the final rubdown on a sixty-five Dodge hardtop and had not wanted to stop but the man said he knew something about Amanda and that had got his attention. Andy had told Eric to finish the job and had gone into the office to talk with Bill. Andy was skeptical about the information Bill gave him, sure he knew a lot about Amanda's disappearance, and he certainly knew exactly what the police had done, but that was basically nothing. But this guy didn't seem to have an angle. He had just turned up and said he could not leave town without saying something so he talked and Andy listened. The story was unlikely and almost not provable, but Andy had had nothing to go on for the best part of a year and there was still no sign of Amanda. She had just not come home one night and her car was found at the airport, apparently abandoned but with the steering wheel and gearshift carefully wiped clean. Her credit cards and bank account had not been touched and the police had found out nothing at all. Eventually Andy had started to think the worst had happened, and now waited for any sort of closure. Bill had offered the chance of some, but if he was right it was going to be very hard to do anything. Bill had given him just one real lead, the name and address of Lorraine, the woman who had been prepared to tell Bill what had happened to her. Andy decided it was worth paying her a visit.