Storiesonline.net ------- The Devil's Disciple by Berwick Bob Copyright© 2005 by Berwick Bob ------- Description: One brother seeks the assistance of the other brother on a mission of revenge. Nothing unusual about that, except for one thing. One of them is dead! Takes place in a Melbourne that is overrun by gangs of youths and possesses an undermanned and ineffectual police force. Codes: MF FF Mult cons non-con rape mc violent inc fath dau bi het span BD sad tort orgy exhib oral anal fist ------- ------- Foreword Melbourne! Recently voted, along with Vancouver and Vienna, as one of the world's most liveable cities. But what if it wasn't. What if it was rundown, dominated in the many poorer suburbs by gangs who did as they liked. What if it was possessed of an ineffectual police force who decided that the best thing they could do for the people of Melbourne was to let the gangs and the criminal element do what they liked to each other and worry about protecting the law-abiding citizens. The most logical, the most likely result is of course that it would create a vigilante society in which people would feel obliged to take matters into their own hands, a society where guns of all sorts and many other types of weapons became readily available. Nearly as readily available as the drugs that financed them. Two such vigilantes were Cyril Hillman, his son Winston and a band of very loyal and very close friends. They also controlled a business that made a lot of money from the drug trade. Now this is never going to happen, not in a great town like Melbourne, not in a country like Australia. But it might make for a helluva story — Berwick Bob! ------- Chapter 1: Tuesday January 18: His First Brief Appearance 'Hey there Winston, are you listening?' There it was again, the same deep-throated gravely voice I'd heard before asking that same damn question. I sat up in bed and turned on the lamp. I checked the room, nothing. Then I got out of bed and stupidly checked under the bed and in the walk-in-robes, why I don't know. Still I saw nothing. I walked to the door, opened it and checked through the study, nothing. I shrugged my shoulders, went back to bed and slid between the black satin sheets satisfied I must have been dreaming. Then just as I turned out the light and rolled over back came the same urgent voice. 'Winston you do remember don't you?' "Remember what?" This time I answered, but not loud enough to risk waking either my father or Connie who were in the bedroom next to mine. "Who the fuck are... ?" I lay back down, suddenly I felt seriously stupid. "Jesus what's wrong with me, one dream and I'm talking to an empty room." I turned in the opposite direction, shut my eyes and pulled the covers over my head. Suddenly I got a stinging slap in the face for my trouble. 'Do you still think you're dreaming? I strongly advise you to think again if you do.' I certainly didn't, the burning sensation that was spreading through my left cheek suggested something very real. "What the fucking hell!" I said sitting up and reaching for the bedside lamp again. 'Take a little peep at the mirror and tell me what you see.' I looked in that direction and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't see anything, suppose you tell me what the hell it is I'm supposed to see." But there was no answer, so while I took a closer look I felt my face to remind myself that at least the pain was real. Then I saw it, just the faintest outline but it was there surrounding a barely discernible luminous reflection. "All right maybe I do see it, but who the... ? What the... ?" 'Just tell me if you recall the voice Winston.' Whatever it was, whoever it was had the advantage on me by knowing my name, which I suppose was simply a way of indicating that the voice should be familiar to me. It had also been raised to a level where it would be heard in my father's room. "Can't you keep the fucking noise down. I mean I know my father's a heavy sleeper but Connie isn't." Then I thought about the voice, there was something about it, there was somebody that came to mind but I wasn't about to say anything because the whole idea sounded so far-fetched it was ridiculous, so I said, "And no I don't recognise the voice, why, should I?" 'I shouldn't worry about the noise Winston, nobody can hear me but you. Now I really do think it's a good idea if you concentrate on my voice. I'm afraid my throat got a little burnt because I was breathing in when I should have been breathing out while I was tossing coals on those infernal fires down below, that's why it's a little husky. Anyway while you're trying get those little brain cells working I'll just remind you that today is the anniversary of a rather unhappy event that occurred three years ago.' I did think for several moments and only one incident, one person, came to mind, my brother Colin! But that was impossible wasn't it? How could somebody as down-to-earth, as rational as I had always professed to be, accept anything like that? So I simply refused to believe it. My senses and memory were telling me one thing but my mind kept saying it was impossible because to believe that would be like admitting to the existence of ghosts and ghouls and things that go bump in the night. "Your not going to tell me that your... ?" I couldn't even say his name. "That's fucking bullshit and I absolutely refuse to believe it." And even if it was true what did the voice — if it existed — mean about those fires and that sore throat? I waited for an answer but the voice had gone and so, as I took a closer look at the mirror, had the vision, reflection, image, call it what you will. "Come on you bastard," I said in a whisper, "you can't leave me like this." But there was no answer, nothing. It was almost as if bar for the slap in the face — which I could still feel — none of this had happened. ------- Chapter 2: Wednesday January 19: Re-visiting The Past Not surprisingly I went through all the next morning in a total daze unable to comprehend what had happened. I tried to forget about it but couldn't, I tried to rationalise it but I couldn't do that either. When my father had tried to find out what it was I'd simply brushed him off with some story about not feeling well. And then there was Connie! If anyone should have been able to snap me out of it she should have, I mean she was a walking wet dream who fucked like the world was about to end. And oh how she tried, first by pressing her nearly naked body to mine and second by kissing me as she took me in hand and masturbated me gently until I was as hard as tempered steel. Even then I couldn't do anything, for the first time that I could remember I was refusing the offer of a quick fuck, and when you knock Connie back you are refusing one of lifes great experiences. God I even pulled out of her mouth when she got to her knees and began to give me one of her patented deep-throat specials. "Is there something wrong with me Cyril?" She'd said to my father. "I mean it's not as if I normally have to throw myself at him. Usually Winston's sticking that cock of his up me every chance he gets. You know how he is, coming up behind me, lifting my skirt and pulling down my panties, that is if I'm wearing any," she had grinned, "and then he just fucks me where I'm standing. And here he is this morning refusing my pussy that's just dripping juices for his lovely cock, and he won't even let me give him a blowjob." Dad had looked and grinned as I had just stood there unable to offer any explanation. "Yeah you're right Connie it is strange," my dad had answered as he had watched me refuse Connie's come-on for what must have been the fifth time, "but I have a funny feeling that the answers will come if we're just patient with him. "In the meantime," he had asked Connie, "will a cock slightly smaller and several years older suffice until Winston sorts out whatever is troubling him?" At that point Connie had stripped the thong and T-shirt she was wearing and had jumped all over him kissing every inch of his face before she took him by the hand and led him to their bedroom. I can't remember much else of what happened in the morning but I do remember telling them there was somewhere I had to go, something I had to do, that they had to trust me and not ask questions. Not that I could've given any answers if they had because I didn't know myself. All I really knew was that I was going to Geelong and that I had to go by V-line (country train service). ------- I looked at my watch as I waited for the train and worked out that I had enough time to grab a quick bite and a book or magazine before the train left. I walked back through the barrier and headed back down the long walkway. Posters on both sides covered the dirty grey walls and advertised everything from dry cleaners to Coca-Cola, from directions to the Crown Casino to the latest concert at Rod Laver Arena. I passed the only food place in the area, smelt the greasy chips, dim sims and spring rolls and knew that whether it was filled with fat or dried up and devoid of taste I'd take whatever was on offer on the way back rather than go hungry. At the end of the walkway you had a choice of turning left or right in a fairly steep rise to the street. I chose left and came out close to the paper seller occupying a spot next to the station entrance. A quick glance at my watch as I reached the street and turned towards the men's magazine section told me I had a little over eight minutes to make a selection and buy some food. That meant no time to choose, time only to grab the first copies of Hustler and Penthouse I could lay my hands on. Ten minutes later I was on the train sitting opposite two attractive girls. One wore a plain, high collared, blue and yellow patterned dress pulled primly over her knees and a light blue cardigan while the other wore plain black cotton slacks, a white blouse and a dull red cardigan all of which hid rather than accentuated her figure. On the seat next to me was a large bag of chips soaked in vinegar, four steamed dim sims saturated in soy sauce, a spring roll, two potato cakes and a 1.25 litre bottle of Coke. On my lap were the two magazines with the copy of Hustler opened to the centrespread exposing — in classic gynaecological shots — all the charms of two girls, one a blonde with spectacular breasts and the other a rather petite brunette. This was a kind of ritual, a little game I played on a regular basis. A sort of shock tactic. After all if I could buy them anywhere I could read them anywhere couldn't I? Even so it was hard not to wonder what they were thinking. I'd just started to get the idea that the events of the previous night were an aberration when the voice chose that moment to return. 'You make them want to vomit, what do you think? You don't suppose that they enjoy sitting opposite you while you flip through a magazine like that? Oh, and just in case you're wondering, they think you're an offensive piece of trash, which isn't unreasonable. After all it does seem to me that what you've got there is just a little over the top for a mid-afternoon snack.' Just then one of the girls, the one wearing the yellow dress, sitting opposite placed her left elbow on her knee, planted her chin into the palm of her open left hand as she leant forward and looked straight at me. "You no good pervert, you disgusting fat slob, is that all you can do, read filthy magazines like that? And that food, it just makes me nauseous, you know if I was eating something, just looking at you would be enough to make me vomit. I'll just bet you're the sort of disgusting degenerate who rapes old women and children, who would take those magazines into the bathroom and take himself in hand while he was looking at them, aren't you? In fact I'll bet you're one of those... those people who practice paedophilia aren't you?" "Tina!" The other girl was just staring, mouth wide open, her expression one of shock. "How could you talk to this man like that? How could you behave so terribly, haven't we been brought up to understand and forgive people the way they behave? Hasn't mother taught us better than that?" As the train began to grind to a halt at Footscray Station the first girl, the one called Tina, looked at her sister, her expression had changed from one of disgust to one of confusion. "What do you mean Josephine, talk to the man in what way? I didn't say anything to... er... I couldn't have, could I?" I watched dumbfounded as the second girl nodded her head before pointing in my direction. "Look at him Tina, would you say that he looked just a little stunned, as if somebody had given him a piece of their mind. What I want to know is how could you say such things when you've always been so understanding of others, I mean isn't that why we go to church? And how can you deny that you said those things when everybody in the carriage heard." Suddenly she looked at me as the passengers who had boarded at that station took their seats and the train began moving. "I wish to apologise on my sister's behalf. Now while I won't say we approve of that type of reading material and it's demeaning portrayal of women, or your choice of sustenance, it is a free country and my sister's behaviour is inexcusable and completely out of character." She stood up then, took her sister by the hand and forced her out of her seat. "I think maybe a change seating, even a change of carriage at the next station would be a good idea don't you?" 'Wasn't that fun?' The sound of riotous laughter filled my ears as the girls stood up ready to move down the carriage, but then suddenly they sat down again. 'Not bad for openers, I reckon you just might have deserved what she said, what do you think? And while you're giving that some thought think about whether it was the young girl's idea, or whether it was just possible I may have had something to do it. 'I was going to let them walk down to the other end of carriage but I have an amusing idea that might help prove a point, might make you a bit of a believer.' My plan was still to ignore the voice and pretend it didn't exist, which wasn't real hard, after all I'm a very straight-laced person with both feet fixed firmly on the ground and I certainly don't believe in all that spirit nonsense. That decided I shoved a half-dozen chips into my mouth and followed it with decent slug of the Coke. 'God you're a pig Winston. Now why don't you prove the girl right. Tell you what, when you've finished the chips why don't you push a whole dim sim into you're mouth and swallow it in one go, that should really impress anyone that's looking.' That damn voice just kept on and on and my resolve was weakening. Despite my best intentions to ignore what was happening I just couldn't help but wonder if this whatever it was did have something to do with it. Really I had two choices, believe in what I was hearing or accept that I was going mad. After all the girl Tina, the one who abused me had seemed genuinely stunned by what she was supposed to have said, and her sister did say that it was very much out of character compared to her normal behaviour. 'Of course I had something to do it, just what sort of a moron do you think I am? They come from a very religious family and poor Tina Just wouldn't have been capable of that sort of abuse without a gentle nudge from me. She was thinking about it though, and that made it simple enough for me to convince her to give you a piece of her mind.' The voice stopped for a couple of seconds as if considering something. 'Do you know what else I discovered Winston? No. Well I'll just have to tell you won't I. I've discovered while probing deep into their subconscious that both girls are virgins.' Again the voice stopped. Maybe he had another mind game to play on me. 'Now we're coming to the amusing part, or rather parts. Would you find it amusing if the second girl Josephine, the one wearing slacks, suddenly developed an uncontrollable lust for that obnoxious body of yours? It's possible you know. Although she wouldn't dream of admitting it to her sister the second girl is curious about sex, keen to be fucked, not that she thought of it in quite those terms of course. Be good for me too because obviously being dead puts something of a dampener on your sex life. Of course I could make it happen--' I heard the sound of fingers clicking '--just like that. But I don't think I'll do that just yet, plenty of time for that later. In the meantime though I think I'll have her undress and show you her naked body.' And incredibly enough that's exactly what she did. She stood up, looked at me and smiled. "You know sir I think that as payment for my sister's rudeness and as you seem to have a prurient interest in the physical aspects of the female I should do something nice for you." Tina's face registered complete astonishment. She watched, as did the rest of passengers in the carriage, with total disbelief as her sister began to unbutton her cardigan. Then she watched as Josephine placed the cardigan on the seat and began to unbutton her blouse. I kept waiting for her to say something but she said nothing. It was almost as if this voice this whatever, whoever it was, was preventing her from doing so. 'Well of course I am Winston, after all it simply wouldn't do to have her spoil the fun would it?' A matter of a minute later Josephine was standing there stark naked with an incredulous sister and a stunned group of passengers, me included, looking on. And it was at that moment, with the girl still naked, that we began to pull into Newport station. I expected panic to set in at any moment, but they simply grabbed Josephine's clothes and stepped off the train onto the platform. And then the panic set in. The last thing I saw as the automatic doors shut was a naked and panicking Josephine and her very confused and equally panicky sister running down the platform, presumably towards the ladies toilet ready to wait the hour for the next train. 'Ha-ha-ha, now wasn't that fun. But if you're still not convinced I'll just have to think of something else that might offer some equally embarrassing proof.' That was the last thing I wanted to hear because it would offer some tangible evidence that this thing, this whatever or whoever, this voice really was having a definite effect on my life. And what did he mean by equally embarrassing? What could he do that could match or better what he had just done to the girl Josephine? I picked up the second of the dim sims, went to take a giant bite, thought better of it and only took a third of it into my mouth. As I swallowed the tiny piece of food and took a drink I took a closer look at the centrespread. The pictures were just the sort of disgustingly vulgar beaver shots I got off on. 'Always did like tugging on that cock of yours didn't you Winston. I mean after all you did it plenty of times in front of the girls at those orgies we used to have. But of course you wouldn't do it in public. Or would you? It seems to me that you're still not one hundred percent sure of my existence. That being the case, I guess that would be good way of proving it. How about it, do you think I could make you do that?' There was silence again for a moment as if he was waiting for me to say something. When I didn't he continued. 'Well seeing as you continue to hold onto those doubts I'll just have to turn you into a believer won't I? In fact I'm going to do it right now.' A sudden change came over me, something akin to dizziness that lasted for only a split-second and seemed to leave me in a different world. I looked at the girls in the magazine and smiled. Then I remembered Josephine. Suddenly I felt so turned on by the pictures and by the memory of the girl's naked body that it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to relieve all of the sexual frustrations that had built up. And how else was I going to release that pressure, what else could I do? I moved the magazine slightly, slid the zipper down and pulled my almost fully erect cock out into the open and began masturbating. As turned on as I was it only took a few seconds until I shot stream after stream of cum all over the seat that the girl Tina had so recently vacated. And then the dizziness came back, again only for a split-second. 'I think maybe you should put that thing back in your pants don't you Winston? Oh, and don't forget to wipe it first. You know I reckon most of the rest of the carriage are just as disgusted with your behaviour as that girl Tina was, and if you doubt that, just take a look at that man sitting in the seat across the aisle from you. From the look on his face I doubt he's ever seen anybody masturbating in public. And when you're done looking at him check out the seat opposite you.' I looked down and was shocked to realise that I had my cock in hand and that it was dribbling cum, and that everybody had had a clear view of what I had just done and those that weren't mumbling about how much of a pervert I was were sitting in their respective seats slack-jawed with astonishment. I looked across to the man the voice had mentioned, if dirty looks were bullets I was dead dozens of times over. "You filthy pig, you filthy fat pig. How could you do something so disgusting? You know what I'm going to do, I'm going to call the police and have you arrested." I looked across at the seat opposite me and saw that it was fairly well covered in semen. God I really had masturbated, had this whatever, whoever — I really would have to give him, or it, a name — been genuinely responsible for me doing something so perverted? Red-faced I straightened myself up, hurriedly put the magazines down, took a mouthful of chips and followed it up with another large slug of Coke and stared out of the window as I waited anxiously for the train to arrive at Werribee, the next station, so that I could change carriages. 'I am not whatever or whoever. You could try using my proper name, or brother, even friend works well. You see what I'm trying to prove to you is that I can be a better friend to you dead than I ever was alive as your brother Colin. That is if you'll let me. You think about it while you're on your way to my old place, and while you visit the house where that kid shot me, and I'll come back and see you tonight. Oh and don't worry about that guy, I'll make sure he doesn't call the police.' Now I was starting to become a believer despite myself. How else could you explain what had happened so far. The slap in the face had certainly felt real enough, then there was what the girl Tina had said, and the fact that she had seemed genuinely shocked when challenged by her sister. Then of course there was her sister undressing in public, something that I'm sure, with that religious upbringing she had spoken about, she couldn't have been capable of. And what about the business of me literally pulling my cock out of my trousers and masturbating until I came all over that seat? Now I know that's something I, or anybody else for that matter, would never do. But what was more disturbing than that was that I had no memory it. ------- Nothing much had changed when I reached the familiar landmarks of the old estate. The park was still there with the same swings and monkey bars, the same roundabout and slide. Oh they were a little rustier and made a little more noise, but that didn't seem to stop the children from playing on them. There didn't seem to be as many though, and there did seem to be more parents around these days. That and a few more empty houses than there used to be seemed to be a comment on society and the gangs that seemed so widespread and well-armed these days. One of the empty houses was the very place where Colin and his own gang used to squat. I opened the iron gate and followed a footpath barely discernible in the midst of a jungle of grass and weeds to a front door that stood open and inviting. I walked in as far as the two front rooms — both were totally devoid of furniture — and sat down on the threadbare carpet. I half expected to hear my brother's voice again, half expected the voice to start talking about the old days. Then suddenly I didn't need him to prompt me as the memories came flooding back. I began to remember the parties and the drugs, especially the cocaine. I used to think they were such good old days too. The drugs and the booze brought the girls, and the girls brought uninhibited sex. Good sex it was too. Good enough to make me spend almost all of my free time at my brother's place in those days. Unfortunately it was during the week of an interstate 'business trip' that things went tragically wrong. Everybody told me it wasn't my fault, that the week I spent in Sydney with my father had been vital to the family. And anyway — so they told me — how was I to know such a thing could happen, that a kid could go so crazy? But you don't think logically when your brother, and best friend, has just been killed and you know in your own mind that if you'd been there you might have been able to help. I walked out of the house and looked around me, at the deserted street, at the other houses, some of which were in the same state as this one, others that at least looked occupied. I thought about the gangs of kids squatting in them leading lives similar to the one my brother had led, thought about how they would probably still be sleeping off a late night, sleeping off the standard cocktail of booze and drugs. At one time I would've been jealous, but now I felt sorry for them knowing that there was something better out there than a never ending supply of hard drugs and booze. If the killing of my brother had one positive effect on me it was my decision to stop drinking and taking drugs, my decision to go on the wagon and to stop the drugs 'cold turkey'. I turned right at the end of the street without making a conscious decision to do so and continued my recollections of the aftermath of my brother's murder, for I considered it to be just that and not the verdict of justifiable homicide that the court had handed down. The many months that followed the verdict and my decision to go 'cold turkey' with the drying out and the methadone treatment had been the toughest of my life because I hadn't expected my body to react the way it did. Oh I'd heard of cases involving people hooked on drugs but that wasn't me, after all I was just a casual user wasn't I? That I survived at all and managed to complete the programme set down for me was a tribute to my father's strength of character, and the medical and sociological skills of two trusted friends, one a nurse and the other a doctor, both of whom had the patience of Job. The recovery had been slow and even drink was banned, not only for me but for the entire household. Of course it goes without saying that drugs were banned as well, even marijuana, something that created quite a lifestyle change in a family that made its living out of drug-dependency. It took a total of six months before I was considered to be comparatively normal again, before I was able to hold down all of my food, nine before I was allowed a wine with my meal and twelve before that extended to an occasional beer. As suddenly as my mind drifted it came back to the present as I realised just where I was heading. I stopped for a moment and considered whether I really needed to subject myself to this. I didn't think for long, a matter of seconds later I was on my way again taking positive steps towards a different estate. 'May as well get it over with' I thought to myself as I continued on down the street. Ten minutes later I was at the house having found my way as if the killing of my brother had happened yesterday. But I didn't stay, there was no point because I didn't feel any different now than before. After all it was just another house and — as far as I knew — the same family with the same two children who'd bought it cheaply afterwards were still living in it. 'No' I thought as I turned around and headed back 'that was three years ago and it was water under the bridge now'. ------- It might well have been over but I wouldn't say where I had been when my father and Connie questioned me on my arrival home. "I wish I could tell you more pop but I can't because I don't really understand myself. I'm afraid you'll just have to trust me to tell you when the time is right." Thankfully they did. Both of them decided to leave it at that as they went about their business while I headed to the garden in an endeavour to keep my mind off the days events. ------- Later that night having retired early I was trying to put my day into perspective. My brother hadn't reappeared and I began finding logical explanations for everything that had happened. After all wasn't it reasonable to assume that the girl Tina could have lost her cool and that her sister Josephine had momentarily lost her mind, that two such incidents could have upset me just enough to make me lose my mind for a little while? And there has been cases of people hearing things that only psychiatrists can explain. The only thing I couldn't explain was the slap in the face, the pain I'd felt was difficult to pass off as psychological. "No!" I whispered to myself as I got ready for bed. "It's not real, the voice isn't real and my brother's dead. I'm just going slightly crazy, that's all." I walked over and looked at myself in the mirror. "Hell maybe a joint wouldn't hurt after all it has been three years, and besides it can't be worse than all this shit that's going on." 'Yes and that would be really using the old grey matter wouldn't it? Now why would you want to start being silly all over again? Oh and by the way you never used to talk to yourself either.' "Oh fuck here we go again." 'Yeah here we go again. Now come on little brother you must have worked it out by now, even with that tiny little brain of yours. Oh just in case you didn't see her Connie just walked in.' "Winston honey what's wrong? I mean you KNOW what I want, I mean it is your turn to give your favourite slut a good fucking, surely you can't have forgotten?" I hadn't even seen her come in to the room, and now here she was standing beside the bed taking her nightie off. "I... er... I didn't see you come in and no I haven't forgotten, it's just that I've been having these kind dreams that seem so real." WHACK! There it was again, that slap in the face. 'I keep telling you I'm not a dream, neither am I a vision, a fantasy or a figment of your puerile imagination. I am as real as a person who doesn't possess a body of his own can get. Now come on get with it, here's a young lady who's eager to sample that cock of yours, even despite your limited sexual ability, and all you can worry about is whether I'm real or not. I'll convince you of that soon enough, meanwhile it's very bad form to keep a woman waiting, especially one as stunningly beautiful and as highly sexed as Connie. Then of course there's me, I mean it's been three long years since I last fucked anyone!' "Yeah but do you have to--?" I looked at Connie who was naked and lying expectantly on the bed, legs spread and stroking her pussy lips as her juices dribbled down between the cheeks of her arse. "Have to what?" Her expression was one of confusion as she held her arms out to welcome me into her embrace and I could hardly blame her I hadn't exactly welcomed her in my usual lusty fashion. "Winston baby don't you want to fuck your beautiful cock into my horny cunt? Come on baby you know you like to fuck my hot tight twat. You know a girl could start feeling a little rejected, and besides, you know I can't sleep unless I've had the shit fucked out of me." 'Of course you want to make love to Connie, don't you? I mean she's so turned on she's begging for it. And just look at that very tempting, very sexy body of hers. Now I suggest that you find another way of communicating with me unless you want her to think you're a total imbecile. You could start by remembering that only you can hear me. And if you do have anything to say you could try thinking about it, after all I can read everything that's going on in that tiny mind of yours.' 'Try this for size then' I thought. 'GET FUCKED!' Suddenly something light and almost ethereal passed through me before my hand began to lift. 'I'll ignore such rudeness this time, but don't make a habit of it or I promise you'll rue the day.' The voice with its raspy quality had a nasty edge to it that added to the weight of the threat, enough at least to make me sit up and take notice. 'All right I'm sorry' I thought, 'after that business on the fucking train this afternoon I should have known better'. When my brother didn't respond I began to concentrate on my hand and the direction it was heading. I sensed that this was some kind of test so I waited leaving my hand as a dead weight wanting to see what would happen. I found out soon enough when it found its way onto Connie's firm breast and began rubbing her highly sensitive and very erect nipple. 'Feel nice?' I responded to my brother's question in the affirmative. 'Did you know I can feel it also? Delicious it is too, still I imagine you already know that don't you? Oh the pleasures I've missed, the feel of soft yielding flesh and a firm erect nipple being gently squeezed between a thumb and index finger just the way you're doing now. The thrill of using my tongue there just before I took that same nipple between my teeth. Not roughly you understand but just a little nip as a prelude to sucking that nipple between my lips. 'Of course that's only the entrée, merely the appetiser on this journey of sensual discovery. We do have to follow it with the second course on this menu of sexual delights. This is the jewel in the crown, the eighth wonder of the world that we find between those incredibly lovely legs of hers, that wondrously delicate little slit that's surrounded by puffy pink flesh that has a taste and a bouquet that simply delights the senses. 'You know I really do think there's only one thing better don't you?' I responded in a positive fashion yet again as I reached down and kissed her. 'Now you might try thinking yes again if that slap in the face and my placing your hand on Connie's breast has supplied you with sufficient proof?' I did. 'I'll just bet you didn't know I could enjoy such feelings did you? I can taste her tongue as it searches for yours while you kiss her, her lips as they press hungrily to yours. And really after all that happened to me you couldn't deny me some of these fringe benefits now could you?' While my brother kept talking and my thumb and index finger continued to squeeze her nipple the rest of my fingers began to squeeze the sides and the underneath of her breast without the slightest effort on my behalf. 'Would you like further proof of just what I can do for you Winston? Remember to think yes if you so desire. But before you do let me tell you that if you agree I unconditionally promise you the single greatest experience of your life.' I wasn't going to at first, but inevitably I couldn't resist as curiosity got the better of me. I couldn't help but wonder what my brother was capable of if those episodes on the train and the placing of my hand on her breast was merely the start. 'AHA! I do believe you're beginning to get the message that I really do exist.' "Oh Winston baby I've been hanging out all night for this," this time it was Connie's voice, "even if it's your usual quickie I still need it so come on Winston fuck your Connie, PLEASE!" She was pulling me on top of her with one hand as she grabbed my cock with the other. "Come on Winston stick it up me!" 'You heard the young lady Winston. You know with all of the girls who came through our squat I never knew a girl who wanted to be fucked quite as much as this one.' 'You're not fucking kidding.' I thought. 'I've seen her pull a train of eight guys and wear them out so bad they couldn't fuck for two days.' 'Well that's probably why this situation does have it's benefits, when I was alive there was absolutely no way either of us had even the remotest chance of satisfying a slut like Connie. But it's a completely different situation now as both of you will soon find out.' I felt a sudden sensation as my brother began to put pressure on my body. 'Come on young Fred we haven't got all night you know. Now unless you start fucking the girl I'm going to have to take over otherwise I'll never be able to prove anything to you.' He called me Fred. Only two people ever called me Fred, my father Cyril and my brother Colin. Both knew my original nickname had been Winifred a corruption of Winston. As my father no longer used that name it served to confirm — if confirmation was needed — that the voice was my brother. I positioned myself missionary fashion and began to push without any preliminaries. 'NO, NO, NO! Fred you really haven't changed much have you? I thought you might have learnt something from the old days. I mean this is top-drawer pussy, you can't compare this girl to those ten-a-penny sluts whose only price was a quick snort and a slug of booze. I mean you could get away with a quick wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am because there was always another guy standing by ready to fill the breach so to speak. No, this time you're going to do it right or not at all. 'First start by rubbing the tip of your penis against the puffy flesh that surrounds the opening, that's the outer labia by the way. When you've moved it up and down a few times, allow it to make gentle contact with her clitoris. You would do well to remember that this is about mutual enjoyment, about Connie's pleasure as much as yours. Use the lightest of touches, remember to cover the length of her opening, and most important of all be patient. When she's ready it'll happen and you'll hardly even realise you've entered her.' Suddenly it happened just as Colin predicted. Almost without warning Connie pushed against me and my erection was soon sliding into the welcoming inner lips of her vagina as I heard the now familiar voice of my brother. 'Oh merciful heaven I don't think you could possibly know just how good this feels? Do you know how long it's been since I felt anything like this? Of course not, how could you. But you're going to Fred, you're going to! However, for now I think it would be a good time to move things along so I can demonstrate something very special.' I — or more correctly we — started to make love to Connie then. Now I knew accepting the existence of my brother meant resigning myself to things being a little different, to not being in complete control, but this was more than I'd bargained for. Lovemaking to me had always been lying flat on top of the girl squashing her with my huge weight and moving my hips sufficiently to create enough in-out motion to get the job done. The only alternative — my preferred option — of course was to lie on my back with the woman on top doing all the work as she slid herself up and down my erect cock. Tonight though it was different. Thanks to my brother I seemed to have more energy than usual. It was as if I was being lifted off Connie's body at times when under normal circumstances I wouldn't have been able to avoid squashing the poor girl, and she was quick to tell me how much she appreciated the difference. "Wow, I don't know what's been wrong with you today Winston but maybe it should keep happening if sex is going to be as good as this." She started to push off the bed, began thrusting at my cock each time I withdrew from her pussy, began squeezing her vaginal muscles against my cock before she arched her back even more to form a bridge as she met my pounding strokes with an immovable cunt that took every inch of my thick cock. "Ooh fuck me, yeah fuck me Winston baby, let me feel that big cock pounding my pussy. Come on you know I love it when I feel your cock touching me in places no other cock has!" She looked up at me, her face a picture of lust as she savoured every thrust of my cock into her pussy. "God you have no idea how great this is," Connie whispered lustily as she tried rubbing her clit against the full length of my cock on every thrust. "I mean any other time you'd have had to stop or at least slow down by now." "I really don't know if I can keep it up much longer Connie." 'You can Fred, of that you can be sure.' I looked into Connies eyes as she pushed her hips up to meet mine, they were pleading with me. So I really had no choice, I trusted my brother, pushed my hands against the mattress, lifted my weight off and withdrew to the very tip once more before driving my cock all the way home. Time and again I plunged into her unable to believe that for the first time in my life I was in complete control while making love to another woman. All right so it was my brother who was chiefly responsible but if this is what he meant by giving me a night I wouldn't forget, if this was what he meant by finding out what it was like to be all-powerful then maybe I shouldn't complain. 'That's the way Fred, you hold onto that point of view and we'll have a marvellous time you and I. Now just keep exercising your push-ups on our sweet and lovely Connie and leave the rest to me.' He stopped momentarily, and as soon as he did I began to fuck Connie with the speed and strength a normal me just wouldn't have been capable of. 'There! See how much better it is when you're able to hold back, when you're able to avoid squashing the poor girl who's underneath, when you're able to make love to the girl instead of just 'fucking' her. Now if we can bring things to a climax in a manner of speaking I'll show you that something special I was talking about. Would you like to see it?' How could I not, if recent experiences were any sort of a guide then I was in for a real treat. So I nodded my head, making sure first that Connie's eyes were closed. Then no sooner had I given my brother the signal than my hips began thrust harder than ever and my climax began building up until I was way past the point of no return. "Connie I'm coming!" "Not yet Winston please this feels so good. Ooh, uuhhhmmm, I'm just loving this so much, can't you take a deep breath and hold it, keep still for a few seconds? Come on baby count sheep or something, do the fucking multiplication tables, anything! Oh baby I mean you've been so good it would be nice if you could... OOOH GOD... if you could... OH FUCK... make it last... UUHHHMMM, OOHHH FUCCKKK... for a little longer." "Sorry Connie," I grinned sheepishly as she looked hopefully up into my eyes while squeezing my cock to make the most of my climax, "guess you should know me by now." "Ah what the fuck," she smiled back, pulled my head to hers and kissed me while she began to move rhythmically in an endeavour to match my movements, "guess there's nothing to do but match you stroke for stroke." And she did, she pounded against my thrusting cock as I shot an unheard of eight thick streams of cum into her until, with the thickness and length of my cock, it had no choice but to wash straight back out again and soak her pussy lips and arse, my cock and my black satin sheets! It was at that point that things changed. As soon as I felt the sensations building inside me I knew things were different. My energy level was still high, which wasn't really a surprise, but I still had an erection and that was a benefit I hadn't anticipated. All I could do was wait for Connie's inevitable reaction, and as expected it came swiftly and with her usual bluntness. "Hey! I'd ask what the fucking hell's happening but who cares, I mean so what if you've turned into the best fuck this horny slut has ever had!" I started to thrust into the tight channel of her sex as she used her vaginal muscles to grip me again, sending small sensations through every inch of my body. Then she wrapped her legs around the vast expanse of my backside as she began to try and control the pace at which we were fucking. Of course with my brother helping she was never going to succeed and eventually she just lay back and enjoyed it as I continued to hammer away at her cunt at a furious pace and with his considerable assistance. "Oh yeesss, yeeessss, YEEEESSSSS! Jesus aitch fucking Christ Winston I don't know just where the fuck this came from, neither do I fucking care, but from now on Connie's going to expect you to deliver." She began to push hard against me again as she pulled my face towards her fabulous breasts and a pair of very erect nipples. 'Hey I think she's really beginning to appreciate it don't you? What about you Fred, are you enjoying it too? I know I am.' Connie's hand continued to pull my head ever closer to her breasts. It was enough to make my brother stop for a minute before he found his voice again. 'Come on Fred there really is no time to waste, you have to know that I'm anxious to taste breasts as sweet as these.' I nodded my head with the barest of movements and licked my way around an areola the size of a fifty cent piece as I took the nipple of her right breast between my lips and suckled on it quietly. "You mean you can... ?" 'QUIET! Didn't I already tell you I can taste what you taste. I mean what are you trying to do? How many times do I have to tell you not to answer me directly. Now why don't you just keep working away until she gets tired because I absolutely guarantee you won't.' "I can what?" Connie pulled my face off her breast and looked at me as the continued contractions of her vaginal muscles pulled against the taught skin of my penis and brought me ever closer to a second climax. "Oh nothing, I guess I just find it hard to believe this is happening." A shudder went through me as I pushed against the firm grip of her pussy as it squeezed my cock, as I used my strength to slot my cock home and hold it there. "So do I Winston, so do I," responded Connie. "Now let's get back to business." She pushed my head back onto her right breast and barked a one word command as she thrust back against my probing cock. "Suck!" Almost two and a half hours later Connie stood at my bedroom door, nightie over her arm and a look of amazement on her face. "What can I say Winston, I mean that was the most incredible night ever, the most incredible sex ever. God I think I feel more fucked now than I ever felt at any of our orgies!" 'Tell her that you found some kind of sparkle and energy, that you feel like a new man. Tell her you don't know how it happened but you hope she understands.' I did. 'And tell her there's plenty more where that came from.' I did that too. "You know Winston." Connie put her arms around me and pressed her soft, warm, yielding and deliciously naked body against mine. "One thing worries me about tonight." She kissed me briefly and spoke with a breathless excitement. "I might find myself desiring you more than your father and I don't want that, especially after what you both did for me." She tilted her head back, smiled, and winked. "Still three times without losing that monstrous erection of yours and twice more after only five minutes rest is something I wouldn't have believed if my cunt, three times, and my mouth, twice, hadn't been on the receiving end. Hell maybe I'll get lucky and your father will find some of that vitality of yours and make my life complete." Then she was gone back into my father's bedroom. I shut the door, walked over to the bed and lay flat on my back as I watched carefully the path between my body and the mirror. Under normal circumstances it would have looked just that, perfectly normal. Not tonight though, tonight I saw something that looked like an early morning mist off a lake in the middle of winter. "Couldn't be," I said to myself, "it's just my imagination wanting to see something like that." 'Yeah sure! And you'd know wouldn't you? I mean all that vast experience you've had with the spirit world would help wouldn't it? Because you're so smart and know what we look like and what we're capable of don't you?" "I mean I know you exist," I whispered to the voice. "It's just that before you sort of... er... turned up I would have, if somebody had asked me, said that if spirits actually existed they would have been invisible, either that or they belonged in a glass." 'And so I would be to anyone but you. Anyway enough of that let's talk about Connie. She is one highly sexed young lady isn't she? You know I thought for a brief moment she was never going to call a halt. Still it's good don't you think, and I bet you're not complaining are you? Almost makes you not want to wait until the following night doesn't it?' "Well that's just the way it is and I wouldn't do anything to upset my father or Connie, they both mean too much to me." I was sitting up on the bed now and talking in a low whisper to what seemed like a faint apparition in the mirror. "I guess if you want to experience more sex with Connie than she asks of me now you'll just have to find a way to invade my father's body." The voice took on an exasperated tone though it remained relatively calm. 'I can see that you have a little bit to learn about what I'm about. If I wanted Connie I'd have her through you and nothing you could do would stop me, but that's not what I'm about, so let's get a couple of things straight. First of all, you're stuck with me Fred. For good or bad you're the reason I'm here. Secondly, if I wanted to have sex, I don't need Connie, as I plan to prove to you. Right now though I'm going to take my leave. And I won't be around in the morning, but if I were I reckon the conversation at breakfast might prove fascinating. And by the way I don't think it would be a good idea to try and explain what's happening. I mean even if they believed you I wouldn't like it and that would be very bad for you! Oh and one last thing Fred, have a very sharp knife handy tomorrow night! And with that the voice was gone as was the apparition in the mirror. ------- Chapter 3: Thursday January 20: Sharpening Up My Education! "You'll pardon me for wondering just what the hell's going on Winston. First you go out yesterday afternoon to heaven knows where doing heaven knows what. And then you don't give us the benefit of an explanation when you do eventually return. Now this morning Connie gives me a blow-by-blow account of what she calls the greatest night of sex she's ever experienced in her life." I cut off a piece of bacon, dipped it into the broken yoke of a fried egg, put it into my mouth and began eating as I waited for my father to continue. "You're my son Winston and I love you more now than ever but with the best will in the world I find Connie's description of last night's marathon session difficult to come to terms with." I followed the piece of bacon with a sip of orange juice. "I don't suppose there would be any sort of explanation that would satisfy me?" "I wish I could give you one pop but I can't. Everybody has those times when they feel so good that it seems as if they are capable of anything. I guess last night was just one of those, a freak occurrence that I can't explain." I cut off a piece of egg, mixed it with some bacon and shoved it in my mouth before washing it down with half of my black coffee. "I just hope I haven't fucked things for you." "Oh I doubt that son, if anything you tiring the poor girl out last night is going to make things easier on an old man like me tonight. After all if it keeps Connie satisfied and she can still keep a little for an old man like me who am I to complain?" ------- The rest of the day I walked around in a dream thinking of what it could all mean, what it could be that Colin wanted. What was all this leading up to? And just what did he mean about proving that he could have sex any time he wanted? Surely that meant making more use of me didn't it? Right at this moment I didn't know if that was good or bad. The one thing that was certain, if the last couple of days were anything to go by was that life would certainly be different. Hell maybe being invaded by my brother — if that was really who he was — would be fun after all. ------- Later in the evening things hadn't improved. While my father was out conducting a little business I was still in a dream as I sat on the couch watching TV and doing my best to refuse Connie's amorous attentions without offending her. Finally I walked out to my panel van and retrieved a knife from a bag in the back before heading off to bed. 'Good to see you brought the knife. Now, let's not waste any time.' I felt the same featherlike feeling through my body, felt my hand being moved towards the knife. "What the fuckin'... ? I mean shit what the... ?" Not surprisingly I was panicking a little as I could think of only one logical use for the knife. 'Trust me! Surely the sexual delights, the sensual excesses of last night were proof enough of what I'm capable? I've warned you before and I'll warn you again little brother, if you leave everything to me you'll regret it. Not only that but you'll have some explaining to do.' "What do you mean leave everything to you?" In my heart I knew what was expected of me but I wanted to force my brother to say what he wanted. "I don't understand." 'Oh yes you do, even if I couldn't read you're mind I can certainly see it in your eyes. Now grip the knife in both hands and do my bidding exactly or I promise there will be hell to pay. Nothing will happen Winston I promise, but you will have to trust me, you will have to believe that what I say is true. I'm not here to hurt you, heaven knows if I'd wanted to do that you would've either been in hospital or dead by now!' I looked at the knife and thought about what my brother had said. It was being held firmly in both hands with the tip of the blade barely touching my naked chest. One thrust with the blade was all that was required to prove Colin right. Nothing to it really, all my life until my mother had died I'd allowed others to dictate what I should and shouldn't do, so why should tonight be any different. 'You tell me Fred, you tell me. You see ninety five percent of you is quite certain that all will proceed smoothly. The trouble is Winston that it's the other five percent which always seems to determine what your decision will be? It's that five percent that stops you from jumping out of an aeroplane, taking a bungy jump or diving off the high board at the local swimming centre. That same five percent that also prohibits you from asking the sexiest girl at the hotel or night club for a dance or doing anything that could be considered remotely risky. 'You know that makes you one of life's major contradictions, I mean you have all those failings and yet where the family business is concerned you could go out tomorrow and kill in the blink of an eye if in your opinion they deserved it.' I shrugged my shoulders. "That's just me, you knew what I was like when you were alive, well nothing has changed, but then I guess you know that too." I looked at both my hands while they were clasped around the handle still pointed at my chest. They were shaking, not noticeably, but just enough. 'Come on Fred it's decision time. You have to choose whether or not you believe in me, whether you believe you'll be hurt by stabbing yourself in the chest with that knife.' The husky deep-throated voice I'd gotten so used to was even deeper now, more urgent. It seemed as if he was trying to frighten me, intimidate me into doing his bidding. 'You also have to decide if you want your life to change because I can promise you one thing, do this now and things will change, for the better. Force me to do it and I won't answer to the consequences. I'm sorry there's not a greater choice but my business is serious and so is the choice you have to make.' I closed my eyes and gave the matter some serious thought. If he could make my life so pleasurable it was equally certain that he could make it just as painful, the past couple of days had convinced me of that much. That meant talking myself into believing nothing would happen when I did what my brother asked. I thought 'don't be scared, trust your brother' repeatedly until I managed to firmly convince myself that I would suffer no harm. Then with my eyes still closed I gritted my teeth, gripped the knife tightly and thrust the blade into my chest. I waited to feel the knife going in, waited to feel the pain but I felt nothing in either case. I kept my eyes firmly shut and waited to pass out, incredibly — at least as far as I was concerned — I didn't. 'Try opening your eyes and looking down at your chest little brother, but don't remove the knife. I think you might just appreciate what you see.' I looked down and stared in utter disbelief. The knife was embedded in my sternum with no sign of any blood. "It worked!" I remembered films where supernatural creatures of all sorts had healed there own flesh as soon as they'd been hurt, but that had just been make-up and computer special effects, this was real life. "H-H-How c-can that be? W-What'll happen if I take it out?" I looked at my left hand which still had a rather shaky grip on the handle. 'Maybe you should take the knife out and see Winston? I mean surely you trust me now. And anyway if you do that and then stab yourself once more I'll give you a Friday night, Saturday afternoon and Saturday night you'll never forget.' My brother's rasping, grating voice had a reassuring tone to it now. This time I made a supreme effort and kept my eyes open as I pulled the blade out of my chest. My smile was a mixture of relief and amazement as I saw unbroken skin where there should have been some kind of a cut or mark, it was almost as if I had stabbed a ghost. 'You did Fred, you did! You see you were stabbing the spirit of Colin Hillman not the body of Winston Hillman.' Hearing Colin say that and seeing the unbroken skin made the second time easy. I looked down eyes open, thrust the knife back into my chest and withdrew it in one fluid motion before laying back happy and contented. "Boy that was really something, like stabbing a... stabbing a..." I tried to put my thoughts into words but without success. "I just can't..." I really was lost for words because the implications of what had just happened were more than I could handle. "I just can't believe it." I placed the knife with the blade as unblemished as it had been when I brought it into the room on the bedside dresser. "Colin, you have to tell me what you have planned for tomorrow night and Saturday? Please!" There was no answer, my brother had gone again. ------- Chapter 4A: Saturday January 22: Tracey Carpenter! I was standing at the bar of one of Melbourne's more popular nightspots sipping on a Bundy and Coke while I was thinking about last nights regular Friday night orgy. If Wednesday night with Connie had been amazing then my performance at the party, it always starts off as a regular gathering of close friends and acquaintances, had been nothing short of incredible. The thanks of course were due entirely to my brother. I mean how else would you explain my state of almost permanent erection, my popularity with the women and a sexual hunger those same women just hadn't been able to satisfy. After that my mind drifted to this afternoon and a phenomenal winning day at the races. It was this win and of course my brother's insistence that was prompting me to be standing here now. I reached into the inside pocket of my black leather jacket and felt the wad of hundreds, fifties and twenties that totalled something in excess of twenty thousand dollars, and knowing even as I did so that with my brother around there was absolutely no danger of being robbed. 'Of course not. So I guess I'd be right in saying that you're a confirmed believer now little brother?' My nod of the head was perfectly timed with the barmaids question. "Would you like another drink sir?" As I ordered a second Bundy and Coke I continued listening to Colin. 'I'll bet you think this is all marvellous don't you Fred? Great that you can go to the races and win thousands of dollars just like that? Oh I know you'd win more if I let you, but that WOULD be pushing things a little don't you think? I mean that's why I had to supply you with those two losers late in the day and then tell you what would win the race after you'd made your bet just to keep you from going overboard. But I can promise you one thing Fred, if you continue to do exactly as I tell you you'll continue to win that sort of money, continue to have marvellous sex with as many women as you can handle.' All the while I was listening to my brother I was looking around the club - the third one we'd visited tonight as we looked for a particular girl — looking at the different coloured flashing lights that illuminated pockets of air, circled the dance floor and highlighted the amazing dress of the dancers. Red, blue, green and variations of yellow and orange in multiple combinations, along with regulation black and white, added a new dimension of sexuality to the tight hip-hugging pants and crop-tops a high percentage of the teenage girl's were wearing. The same colors also added to the sensuality of the multi-coloured mini skirts and the ankle-length dresses that split at the sides to reveal an occasional expanse of luscious thigh. All this as the rhythm of the dance to the various techno, hip-hop and other types music was caught in the those flashing lights. On the tables that circled the dance floor were a variety of drinks, from beer and wine, spirits and cocktails to soft drink and orange juice. All in all the atmosphere in the place was good, the laughter, the conversation and the good-humoured repartee infectious. It was an escape from life in the real world, a way of avoiding the problems of teenage gangs, the threat of hoodlums that had been — and still were — omnipresent over the last few years. One thing I'd grown to understand more and more since that fateful Tuesday night was that communication with the voice was easy even in the most crowded of places. All I had to do was think of something I wanted to say, and that's what I did now. 'You talk about me having great sex, but if I can't neither can you isn't that true? And how come with your... er... talents you can't just sort of locate her?' 'Some things are hard to explain, lets say that I can't and leave it at that. As for the sex, well all of your success has been with a girl called Connie whose aggressive nature towards both you and your father seemed to temper rather suddenly one night. Then there are those women your father pays to attend those orgies. Tonight I'm going to have to prove to you just how easy it is to make a woman change, but you're going to have to trust me little brother, going to have to believe that what I promise I can deliver. Shouldn't be hard for you to do that now, Winston. I mean surely you have Wednesday night's sex with Connie, Thursday night with the knife, last night's orgy and twenty thousand reasons from this afternoon to do exactly that.' 'Of course I will' I thought as I kept glancing around the club smiling occasionally at people who drifted up to the bar. 'Have you spotted the girl we're looking for?' 'As a matter of fact I have. Two tables back there's a girl with black hair and big breasts who's just broken up with her boyfriend. Now all she wants is to have good time and forget all about him. All you have to do is head in her direction, sit down at her table and tell her about the money you won this afternoon. Tell her you'd like some ideas on how to spend it and leave the rest to me.' I needed a few seconds to work up the courage, a few more seconds to decide that nothing would be gained by hesitating, then stood up, walked over to the girl's table and sat down. My brother had given me the distinct impression that the reception would be friendly. However, one look at the icy stare, one look at the mouth with the lips firmly pressed shut and it became clear that her reaction wasn't going to be a positive one. I told myself that there had to be a good reason considering my brother's accomplishments, so with that in mind I summoned up what little courage I could muster and jumped in with both feet. "You'll pardon me if I seem a little awkward because I don't know what comes under the heading of a pick-up line and what comes under the heading of good conversation. "Anyway what I was going to say was that I couldn't help but notice you sitting here by yourself, unhappy and lacking in company. Now considering that I'm also sad and alone it seems not unreasonable for the two of us to get together, especially as this rather large amount of money burning a hole in my pocket leaves me in a position to take us to some exclusive places with entertainment more befitting a lady as lovely as yourself." I knew the answer immediately because females have that rather innate ability to make their reaction known without saying a word, without so much as a change in their expression. I felt the power of the negative response in that same icy stare, even before the whispered aggressive no escaped from the still closed lips of her slightly down-turned mouth. I stood up and looked back towards the bar, most eyes were facing to the front but there were a couple of guys who made no secret of how humorous they thought the situation. 'I thought you said that she... that I... ' 'Head back to the bar. I decided foolishly as it seems, to give you the opportunity to pick the girl up without my help because I honestly thought you had a chance. But if your nervous approach didn't spoil your chances then that idiotic line you fed her certainly did.' 'But it was the truth' I thought to my brother as I reached the bar. 'No matter. There's two vacant seats in front of you, sit on the right one, order a beer and a brandy Alexander, place the brandy in front of the other seat and if anybody tries to sit there tell them you're expecting company.' I did as Colin requested. 'Do I presume you're still talking about big tits over there?' 'Naturally! I promised her to us and we shall have her, that much I guarantee.' 'Can I be sure this time?' 'Oh really Winston! I know you don't possess much in the way of grey matter but I didn't think you were that stupid. This time she'll be the one approaching you, of that you can be sure. All you need is the courage to do precisely what you did before. Then you can leave the rest to me.' I kept watch as the girl stood up and walked over to where I was sitting. Her black curly hair, shiny and well cared for, framed the soft tones of a pretty, almost angelic face. She was wearing skin-tight black Lycra stretch pants that were slung so low on her hips that you could see the thin waistband of her electric blue G-string and the beginning of the crack of her arse as the string of those same panties began their descent between the sumptuous globes of that glorious bottom. In glorious contrast to those pants was a white crop-top that finished just below the swell of magnificent tits that thrust out prominently without the slightest hint of sag. Over her shoulder hung a black leather handbag with a strap long enough for the bag to brush against her hip and over her arm she carried a matching jacket which she put on before she sat down next to me. She picked up the brandy Alexander in front of her and took a sip as her mouth curled into a smile. I returned her smile with interest and took the risk of putting my hand on hers. When she didn't move it straight away I held it gently, moved it to my lips and kissed it. "Winston Hillman at your service," I said as I took a long sip of courage and ploughed on. "As I tried to tell you before, I have this minor problem that you may be able to help me with, you see I won a great deal of money at the races this afternoon and it's not going to be much good to me if I haven't got somebody special... if I haven't got a lovely girl to spend it on." I continued looking at her, anxiously awaiting any sort of reaction apart from stunned silence. 'Nothing to get in a knot about little brother, she's just going through the motions just like the rest of her gender, You see she's behaving very much like all women do when they know they're about to say yes, when they know you know, she's pretending to think about it. 'She also wants to go to the casino, and the mention of a large amount of money has given her just the right incentive to persuade you to take her there. You see it's a buyers market and she knows she has the... er... merchandise if the price is mutually agreeable. So why don't you ask her to dance, you'll find that when this fast number is finished a couple of slow ones will follow. Then while you're dancing you can suggest going elsewhere. Mention a few places. Places like another nightclub, a restaurant or the cinema and then casually toss in the idea about the casino. Then when she jumps at the chance to go there you can leave the rest of the evening to me.' I stood up, waited until she put on her jacket and placed her handbag in the care of the bartender before holding out my hand towards the girl who slid slowly and sensually off the stool. A seductive smile played off against the soft tones of her angelic features as she allowed herself to be led to the dance floor. Just as we reached the well worn, shiny, parqueted floor of the crowded dance area the first of the slow songs began as if on cue and the girl pressed herself close. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pushed hands beneath my jacket and allowed her long, mauve-coloured and perfectly manicured fingernails to gently scratch a circular trail on my back through the cotton material of my white shirt. After the few seconds it took me to become comfortable dancing in such a confined space she looked up into my eyes, the twinkle in her own belying the initial reaction and confirming my brother's boast. "My name's Tracey Carpenter." She kissed me on the cheek and then rested her head on my shoulders. "Any other night but tonight and I would have pissed you off, 'specially after the idiotic line you tried to hook me with, and buying me a drink wouldn't have helped get you fucked either! But it just so happens that tonight's a bit of a fuck-up and I need cheering up for reasons that aren't any of your business." "Well maybe we should do just that," I said as she suddenly took a hand away and manoeuvred our matching leather jackets until they were open and I had the exhilarating feeling of her firm breasts pressing against my chest through the flimsy covering of her top and my thin cotton shirt. Tell me what you'd like to do, another nightclub, maybe..." I was struggling to get the words out as she continued to press against me, as she rubbed her nipples against me with little side-to-side movements. She began to kiss my cheek and lick around my ear with her tongue while her right hand began to squeeze my left buttock gently. "... er... maybe... we could... er... maybe we could go to a restaurant or the cinema? Of course there's always the casino, but then I don't know if you'd like... ?" "Did you say casino?" The anxiety, the need to go there was evident in her voice as her other hand slid down my back, joined the first one, gripped my other buttock and pulled me hard against her. She kissed me first as I lowered my own hands that had been clasped together at her lower back down to her arse taking each tight cheek of her round and gloriously curved bottom in my hands. I waited for a protest as I began to squeeze them gently while totally oblivious of the people around me, but none came. Instead her lips parted and her tongue began probing my closed mouth, which, of course, didn't stay closed for long as I brought my own tongue into play to duel with hers. As we continued to allow our tongues to dance in and around each other mouths we kept squeezing and massaging the cheeks of each other's bottom while moving slowly and imperceptibly around and around in our own small space on the dance floor. Then she tilted her head back and pressed herself so hard against me that I could feel the stiffness of my semi-erect penis press against her lower stomach as she opened her legs slightly and pressed her pubic mound against my upper thigh. Finally she could wait no longer. "Well what are we friggin' well hangin' around here for?" She grabbed my hand, quickly dashed to the bar to retrieve her handbag and then we were headed towards the exit. "Let's go, the quicker we get to the casino the quicker we can get back to my place and do something about this." She brushed her right hand lightly against the front of my trousers. 'Pretty good if I do say so myself. You know she really does fancy that roly-poly body of yours, not that she sees it that way of course, you see it's what you represent. How can I put it? I know what sort of men turn her on, so in her mind she's seeing you as her perfect man.' "Don't worry I promise not to be offended, I mean I should worry, as long as I... as long as we get the chance to fuck her what does it really matter?" All the way from the nightclub to the casino I didn't say a word, didn't get a chance to. If it wasn't my brother bragging about what sort of a night it was going to be it was Tracey talking about how she was looking forward to going to the casino, how lucky she was feeling and how our night was just beginning. A quick meal and a bottle of fine red in the best of the casino restaurants took the time past ten-o-clock. And it was at that time, as we headed to the tables, that I began to wonder where Colin was, began to think about what to do and where to go when, as if on cue, my brother returned after disappearing for the duration of the meal. 'Head to the one hundred dollar blackjack tables, sit Tracey down, cash in five thousand dollars, listen to me and relay what I say to her as casually as you can. Most important though, and this is absolutely vital, I want you to pick a table with the seat on the extreme left, in other words the last player before the dealer, vacant. If one is not available immediately, WAIT!' Fortunately we didn't have to wait long and ten minutes later I sat Tracey with three others at a table that fitted the requirements and promptly changed fifty one-hundred dollar notes for five thousand in chips. 'Now leave Tracey to play the game in her own sweet amateurish way until I tell you otherwise, fair enough?' 'Of course, isn't that what this is all about?' I watched as she bet the minimum for the first eight hands. She won three and lost five including twice when she doubled down putting her a small matter of four hundred dollars behind. Tracey turned and pecked me on the cheek as she made twenty-three on the ninth hand. "Maybe you should be in the drivers seat honey, I think I'm either not very good or not very lucky." "Are you happy, are you enjoying yourself? She nodded. "Then don't worry, we wouldn't be playing this table unless we could afford it." 'Tell her to bet two thousand this time Winston, and make it sound good, we don't want them getting suspicious do we?' The voice of my brother sounded anxious, it seemed perfectly clear — at least to me — that only a blackjack could get that kind of reaction. 'Even better little brother your going to get another ace on your second card, and when she splits them you'll get a queen and a king for two blackjacks.' "Is sir or madam planning to place a bet on this deal?" The dealer was waiting patiently to place a card in front of Tracey. "Oh what the hell Tracey," I returned her peck on the cheek with interest, "make it two thousand this time, after all there's plenty more where this came from." I watched as she threw chips to that value down in front of her. She couldn't have been more natural if she'd tried, which made her perfect for my brother's purpose. Her stunned reaction had just the right amount of disbelief. "Shit you weren't friggin' kidding were you? I mean is this the way you won all that money this afternoon, by taking crazy, stupid risks like this?" "Crazy to you maybe, but not to a gambler." I watched as the dealer dealt a nine to a young looking Asian and a picture card to the other two — both middle aged businessmen with young escorts hanging off their shoulders — before depositing an ace in front of Tracey and a six in front of himself. It was hard to tell which was louder, the stifled scream from Tracey when she saw the ace or the muffled gasp from the back. Then as if that wasn't enough the level of the noise increased many decibels when the dealer dropped the second ace exactly as my brother had suggested. 'The Asian's going to get an eight for a total of seventeen Fred, then he's going to sit.' I watched the young man point to the table and receive the card exactly as predicted, watched as he considered for only a moment before passing the flat of his hand over his cards indicating he would settle for what he had. 'The two businessmen are going to get an eight and nine respectively, which of course makes eighteen and nineteen for them, and which of course they will sit on. That will leave the two picture cards which are next in the pack to you, or more correctly to Tracey.' "Well what do I do now Winston?" I thought just how appropriate was the expression 'ignorance is bliss'. In this case it was an absolute blessing. I looked at Tracey, smiled and shrugged my shoulders. "You do the only thing any self-respecting gambler should do Tracey, put up another two thousand and split them." I watched as she nervously placed the required chips out in front leaving us with only five-hundred if we lost then watched anxiously as the dealer placed a single card on each ace. The roar from the back and the scream from Tracey was instantaneous as the crowd around our table realized we had secured my brother's two nominated blackjacks and winnings totalling four thousand dollars. "Jesus what a buzz. God I can understand why people get hooked on gambling." Tracey turned to me and bounced happily, excitedly on her stool which set her breasts to jiggling and made her even more of a distraction to the three men who unknown to the crowd had also won when the dealer added a second six and a king to his original six and busted. "I know something I do gotta have right now and that's a drink." And as if on cue a waitress turned up behind us, a tray in one hand with a pad on it and a pencil poised at the ready in the other. "Would sir like a drink too?" ------- Chapter 4B: Saturday January 22: Part Two Two hours later we were walking out of the casino with ten thousand dollars to split thanks to my brother's unfailing ability to read upcoming cards. It seemed that every time the voice told me to relay a message to bet high Tracey seemed to get a blackjack or an unbeatable twenty or twenty-one. During our stay I'd made a point of making several unnecessary and one necessary visit to the men's room at my brother's request so I could return halfway through a shoe and even 'take over' when Tracey found it necessary to go. Naturally if I came back and either told Tracey to make a sizeable bet or made one myself it would be impossible to accuse us of 'card counting'. "Oh wow I've seen so much money, and you just seemed to know when to bet." Tracey's purring voice stroked my pride Just as surely as she snuggled against me, put her arm around my shoulder and described sensual circles on my right cheek with the long mauve fingernails of her right hand. "It's almost as if you knew what card was coming. God I hope you're just as good at other games as you are at blackjack," she said as we headed to her flat in St. Kilda and the climax to the evenings entertainment. "I guess I was just playing the odds, taking a chance on what was coming by the cards already played. I do think we left at the right time though, because for some strange reason I think they were beginning to suspect it was more than just luck, that I was counting the cards in some way, and frankly I'm not that clever." 'Take one of her breasts in your hand Winston!' It was the voice of my brother again, but this time I chose not to respond. 'Come on Fred don't be shy now, pull her side on to you, place your left hand on her right hip and start easing your hand up underneath her top.' Somehow I had the feeling that now wasn't the right time and I steadfastly kept both hands on the steering wheel refusing to believe — stupidly of course — that my brother could possibly know she wanted me to do that. 'Take my word for it little brother the time is right. You want to, you know I want you to and I can most definitely assure you that Tracey wants you to.' It seems I had no choice. I took my left hand and placed it on the naked flesh between the thin electric blue waistband of her G-string panties that were still in plain view outside of her Lycra pants and the crop-top. Enjoying the silky, sensuous feel of her skin I began to slide my hand upwards until I encountered the line of her thin, almost non-existent, lacy bra as I sped along Queens Road towards the Junction Oval turn off at Lakeside Drive. Slowly I began to move my fingers over her breast until my hand covered it and my thumb was able to feel her firm nipple beneath the lacy material. I began to feel the senses stir, not only in me but in Tracey as well, as my fingers began exploring the hidden delights awaiting me. Every touch, every stroke of her tender flesh sent a shiver through my whole body. It was as if I was lighting little fires with my fingertips. I even stopped, waiting for her reaction, but there wasn't one, and when she pushed her crop-top up over her breasts, placed her hand on mine and held it there I knew my brother was right. 'Of course I'm right Winston, but don't stop there, I mean will you just look at the smile on her face. Now if you don't know where she wants your hand to finish up then you're not my brother.' Satisfied that my brother was right I turned my hand as I continued to push my hand beneath the lacy material so that the backs of my fingers were pushing against her breast. "Tracey if you don't want me to do this you'd better stop me now." I pushed my fingers inside, gripped the material of her bra with my thumb and index finger and pulled as I levered her breast up with the remaining fingers until it popped out of its inadequate prison leaving the lacy cup pushing up against the fleshy under cushion of her bosom. "Hey wow, how did you know I wanted you to do that? You know you're un-fuckin'-real Winston. First there was the episode at the club where even after I gave you the brush-off you seemed to know that I'd follow you to the bar. Then you knew my favourite drink was a brandy Alexander, now you can't tell me that was dumb luck, I mean how many girls have you seen who drink something my old man used to say was for fat aunts and poofter hairdressers? "And what about the casino and how you seemed to know exactly what card was coming." She was pulling her crop-top off leaving her top half clad only in a bra that was covering one breast and pushing up the other naked one. "And now you've got your hand on my tit, I mean I've got you pegged as someone who doesn't take that sort of a risk unless you're certain, so tell me, how could you know I wanted you to?" "You're right Tracey I would never take that sort of chance but for reasons that are hard to explain I was suddenly so sure you would approve that the possibility of you not wanting me to never even entered my head." "All I can say is that you're an amazing man Winston." Suddenly she stopped talking and closed her eyes. I saw her look into space as if she was thinking about something. "All right let's see how much of a smarty-fuckin'-pants you really are. I'm thinking about something right now, it's a little idiosyncrasy of mine. Christ that's some kind of a fuckin' word ain't it, my ex said it described me perfectly, said it was for people who are a little weird, a little crazy. Anyway what I really want you to do is tell me what I'm thinking." 'She's got this thing about sex and big dicks, and she likes them to be of better than average length which describes you perfectly. I guess I don't have to tell you that that deranged mind of hers is wondering just how big yours is. You know this girl is trying to be as outrageous as possible because she fully expects that even if such a thought crosses your mind you wouldn't be so crass as to put it into words. Now come on Winston dear boy you don't need me to hold your hand on this one do you? Just tell her you've got 6-inches hanging and 8-thick-inches when it's fully pumped and ready for action.' "Tracey my sweet and fuckable wet dream, I'm the answer to your prayers. I have 6-inches soft and a thick 8-inches when erect. I think that should be plenty to fill that hungry pussy of yours, don't you?" I was rewarded with a look of unqualified amazement. "HOW THE FUCK... ? I mean I could say I wasn't thinking anything like that sort of shit, but I was. Now as for how big you are, you're not lying are you?" Grinning I shook my head. Tracey pushed the other cup below her left breast as I turned into a block of flats in Barkly Street. She waited for me to park the car and turn the motor off before turning in my direction and pressing her naked breasts towards my face. "Not much point in having them out if you don't do nothing with them, is there?" "Can't we wait... ?" My desperate plea was interrupted not only by Tracey forcing her right breast into my mouth but by the voice of my brother. 'Are you kidding little brother? Such a delightful bosom deserves to be paid the proper respect. And don't be gentle, at the moment she likes everything, shall we say, a little on the rough side. So do the right thing and bow to the masochistic side of her character. I suggest that biting on her nipples and then pulling at them with your teeth would be an excellent start.' I held one breast in each hand as I circled each nipple with my tongue, bit them gently with my teeth and pulled until she screamed not with pain but with the pleasure of a girl born to experience such stimulation. "Ooohhhh Jesus-aitch-fucking-Christ here we go again. OH GOD, OH YEAH, LOVE IT! Now how the fuck did you know I got hot on stuff like that? I mean Fuck it's not exactly the textbook way to treat a girl on a first date." "Call it instinct, with some girls you just know." "I'm not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not." She grinned. "Oh fuck it, what the hell!" She pressed her breast firmly into my mouth as she moved a hand towards my groin and used her thumb and index finger to measure its thickness before moving them downwards to measure its length. "Uuhhhmmm, you weren't fucking around about your size either, were you," she said as her eyes found mine. The exhilaration in her voice was evident as she began to rub me with gentle smooth strokes. "Man that IS a nice cock." 'See what I mean little brother? She's smitten already and you'd better believe how anxious she is to get you upstairs.' I lifted my mouth off her breast and reached for the door-handle ready to get out. 'Hey hold on just a minute Winston I didn't say we were finished did I? There's a little something else I think you should know about this... er... young lady. As a matter-of-fact I doubt she even knows this little quirk in her character exists. I mean she knows she has a little masochistic side, but I doubt she knows just how deeply ingrained it is, thanks in large part to her mother's genes. She also doesn't know that she possesses a deep, dark, desire to be dominated. However one way or another she is about to find out. Now how you accomplish such a state of affairs is entirely up to you, just make sure that Tracey is in no doubt as to who is in charge.' "You mean you want me to act out the part of dominant to her submissive, to be master to her servant, to be the sadist who inflicts brutality on her masochistic flesh?" 'Precisely! And very well put considering your intellectual capacity. You know reading her mind is like reading the morning paper, it's all there in black and white. You can take my word for it, she likes dominant men, men who take control.' "But that's not my thing." I began protesting. "You know I like to..." 'That's hardly my problem little brother, you didn't know what she was planning to do to you back at that nightclub. She was going to follow you to the bar on the pretext of buying herself a drink and was going to accuse you of sexually harassing her before making fun of you in front of everyone.' "What do you mean?" 'Oh the usual thing that guys like you have to suffer Fred. She was going to call you a fat slob, going to say that she wouldn't go with you if you were the last man on earth, that she'd rather, for the want of a better turn of phrase, fuck a dog's dick and that she'd rather die than be seen with you. So you make up your mind whether you want to do this of your own accord or want to force me to make you.' I hesitated, this wasn't my scene at all, and even though the real Tracey Carpenter probably did think of me in that manner I couldn't bring myself to voluntarily do such a thing because, unlike other people in the past that I had hurt or killed, she hadn't done anything to harm me, my family, friends or acquaintances. 'So you can't lower yourself to treat this bitch in the manner she deserves, well I can Fred, I most certainly can! Believe me bitches like her deserve nothing better!' It almost sounded like something personal and I was just thinking of asking that precise question when I felt the dizziness I had felt while on the train prior to my masturbation episode and the featherlike touch that was becoming so familiar to me now, that told me he was entering my body. Making up my mind immediately I walked around to the passenger side, opened the door and barked an order with the most masterful tone I could manage. "Give me your keys!" She did. "Step out of the car!" She did that too with her top in her left hand and her breasts thrusting out proudly as her bra pushed them up and out. She went to straighten up her bra and put on her top. "Hey just what the fuck do you think you're doing?" I yelled as I snatched the top out of her hand. "I didn't say you could put that on, DID I! Now take the rest of your clothes off. Get fucking naked. NOW!!" While she was doing that I opened the boot of the Falcon, I'd decided to take the family Ford and not my panel van, and pulled out a length of rope. "Now I'm going to tie one end of this rope around your neck and you're going to walk up to your flat like a dog, GOT IT!!!" She nodded her head as she finished undressing and handed me her clothes and handbag before standing there nude and showing off a figure that belonged in the pages of Playboy and a small triangle of pubic hair that pointed to the slit of her perfect looking cunt. Then she got on all fours and turned her head to look at me as I tied the rope tight enough around her neck to make it uncomfortable but without there being any risk of choking her. "When get you there I don't expect to hear another word until I give you permission." She looked at me and looked around the car park before she stared up at some of the windows. "But what about... ?" She looked around again. "Please Winston..." "MASTER WINSTON! It's Master Winston to you, SLUT!!" "Please Master Winston, I have friends her. There are people that know me. Please could I... ? "Don't worry," I said, "no one will see." I grinned. "But why the fuck should I care if they do? I mean they are not my friends." I gave Tracey a couple of slaps on her naked bottom. "Now get fucking moving." As she crawled slowly to the security entrance into her block of flats I looked inside her bag and found what looked to be the right keys. When I unlocked it she crawled slowly on her hands and knees up the one flight of stairs to her front door without meeting anyone on the way. "That's the girl, you know if you keep behaving yourself I might not have to hurt you too much." As soon as we were inside she led me to the lounge, indicated a comfortable looking leather couch before she indicated the bar. "Drink, Master Winston?" "NO! Not yet," I said throwing her clothes at her. "Get dressed again!" I smiled. "I like watching you take your clothes off." Once she was dressed, without the jacket, I sensed the need to establish total control, total domination. So I said, "Now pour us both a drink, mine's whisky with either dry-ginger, soda, tonic or just plain ice if you don't have any of those mixers. If you don't have whisky I'll take a Bundy and Coke, if you don't have Bundy I'll have beer. Now if you don't have even that you'll be in big trouble. When you're done, put the drinks on the coffee table and stand in front of me." By the time she came back I had my jacket and shoes off. I left one on the floor and had one in my hand ready for a taste of the whisky, Even though it seemed fine I rinsed it around in my mouth and spat it out. "Where's the fucking whisky?" I put the glass back on the table and pointed to my lap. "Bend over here from my right, and keep those eyes glued to the floor. It seems you've got a lesson to learn about how to do even the simplest of things." "I'm really sorry Master Winston." The contrite almost appealing sound of her voice belied the faint smile as Tracey — almost too eagerly it seemed — placed herself across my lap and bent right down until her hands were touching the floor. "Please discipline me I deserve no less than the punishment you think fit." Gone was the girlish lilt to her voice, gone was the easygoing manner replaced by a whispered subservience. "Please Master Winston do it to me, PLEASE!" I placed my left hand in the small of her back to steady her while I brought my right hand, the one that still held the shoe, back until it was level with my shoulder blades. I held it there and looked at the splendidly round arse that was squeezed so tightly into those figure-hugging Lycra pants knowing that thanks to her G-string those were the only garment separating her fleshy cheeks from the smooth sole of my black shoe. I looked at each buttock in turn as I moved my left hand to her breasts, as I began to squeeze each one in turn, began to pinch each nipple between thumb and index finger. I looked at the shoe and thought how it was almost a shame to inflict such pain on a bottom so indescribably beautiful. Then I looked again at Tracey's face, at the smile that played across it as she anxiously awaited the punishment she so clearly thought she deserved. I brought the shoe down, slapping the sole against each buttock in turn with every ounce of force I could muster. Six on each was the count before I allowed her up so that she could walk rather gingerly back to the bar. It was while I watched her walk away that I realised just how much I'd enjoyed it, just how much erotic pleasure could be gained from such exquisite punishment. Then it occurred to me that Tracey hadn't made any sort of noise to indicate that what I'd done to her had hurt in any way. There was only one possible conclusion, she must have been that way inclined in the first place just as Colin had said, and if that was the case then who was I to refuse to accommodate such a desire. After she returned with the drinks she undressed slowly at my command, the removal of each garment an episode in sensual pleasure as she teased me to an erection. Finally she gripped her hips with her fingers as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her G-string ready to pull the string that separated each cheek of her bottom back through the crack of her arse. "No! Not yet. Turn around before you take them off." There was only one thing better than the sight of a splendid female adorned in a G-string, "Bend over while keeping your legs spread and straight." and that's the same bottom scarlet from a recent punishment and naked except for a piece of string as it was thrust out while touching her toes. "Now you can take them off." I watched the stimulating display as Tracey followed my instructions to the letter, watched as she tugged the garment down to reveal the outer lips of her sex. It was fresh cunt, that was what made it all the more exciting, the first glimpse of her outer labia, puffy folds of tissue that lined the outer opening and glistened as it flowered open in an intoxicating welcome as I was drawn like a magnet to the inner delights waiting there. I went to touch her, with the physical sensations beginning to take hold within me it would have been so easy to start fucking her there and then but I didn't, instead I walked around to the other side, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back until her eyes met mine. "My pants, briefs and socks, take them off without standing up!" I took off my shirt and watched as she reached up and undid the belt, button and zipper of my pants, watched as she gripped both pants and briefs with the idea of taking them both off at the same time. "NO!" I grabbed her hair, pulled hard and slapped her face several times with my left hand. "One step at a time. Pants first, then briefs and finally socks." I watched Tracey as she struggled but eventually managed — from her inelegant position — to do as ordered, watched as she stood up and wrapped her hands around my erection. Again I slapped her face. "I didn't say do that, DID I!" "I'm sorry Master Winston I didn't mean to... er... that is I promise to do as I am told." "Well okay, maybe if you start by bending over straight-legged, touching your toes and licking each of my toes and feet I might think about forgiving you. And when you're done there you can lick your way up and down each leg." I grabbed her hair again and pulled her head up until her face was close to mine. "And you'd better take good care not to touch my penis until I say it's okay!" I watched as she began to kneel on the floor, it was the perfect subservient position but it wasn't what I wanted. "No, no, NO! If I'd wanted you down there I'd have said kneel wouldn't I?" I slapped her face backwards and forwards for the third time. "I distinctly remember saying bend over while keeping your legs straight, do you remember me saying that, DO YOU?" "I really am sorry Master Winston I'll try and..." "Don't try, just do it." I felt tentacles of lightning travel from the burning ache in my groin to my pounding heart as Tracey licked the tip of each toe in turn with the very tip of her tongue, as she burned a trail up and down each leg in turn. I felt the same stimulation as her tongue passed by my genitals without touching them, saw the feelings this little game was creating in Tracey. "Now you can take my penis in your mouth Tracey, and don't forget to keep the same position." I watched as she tried her best to reach with her mouth while continuing to touch her toes, watched as she screwed her face up in one last valiant attempt to reach. "I'm sorry Master Winston I just can't do it. Permission to... ?" I gave her yet another fearful slap in the face. "You'll do it and like it!" I said with a voice as angry as I could remember. "But if it'll make things easier you can take one hand away to allow your mouth to reach, and when it does I want you to hold your face still." Half-an-hour went by like that and not once did Tracey offer a complaint as I held her face firmly in the grip of my strong hands while I thrust with my hips in a steady rhythm, indeed I was able to listen with great deal of satisfaction to the girl's muffled cries of ecstasy. When I finally climaxed in her mouth the poor girl could barely contain herself when she realised my erection hadn't deflated one inch. "Ooh Master Winston you're still hard, would you please put it in me, PLEASE, from behind while I'm touching my toes, would you please Master Winston, PRETTY PLEASE? I promise I'll be a good slut if you do." A second later I was behind Tracey with both hands on her hips, thumbs separating the smooth round cheeks of her bottom. I was pushing the head of my erection against the outer lips of her sex with the intention of force-fucking her when a thought popped into my head. I stood Tracey up, turned her around to face me and placed both hands on her shoulders to calm her down as she tried to force me by placing one of her hands on my groin, the other on my bottom and pulling me to her. "Master Winston, why have you... ?" WHACK! The sound of my open right hand crashing into her face echoed around the room. "You don't question me, you'll get what you want when I'm good and ready, but first I want you to get that silver vibrator from out of your bedroom drawer and bring it back, that way I can give you twice the pleasure." I watched the sexy sway of her naked bottom as she walked out of the room without a backward glance and knew she was puzzled. "How the hell did you know this?" Asked Tracey when she came back. "Impudent slut! You know what you get for such behaviour don't you?" She stood in front of me, hands clasped together in front, shoulders drooping and head hanging down in her best subservient manner. "You should know better than to ask such a question, now lay on your back, grab hold of your ankles and spread those legs just as far as you can." She consented to such a degrading display without the slightest argument. I brought my hand back without taking my eyes off her bottom and left it there as I enjoyed the sensuous and fleshy feel of her arse. After that single slap and with the vibrator a handy addition to my newfound sexual energy I knelt down, pointed my erection at her pussy and began another long and very enjoyable night of prurient but highly satisfactory sexual entertainment. ------- Four hours later the brief dizziness came back just before my brother disappeared for the night. My recollections of the early part of the evening were crystal clear but I had some trouble remembering any of the events from the time we stepped out of my car at her flats until the time she waved me a cheery, and naked, goodbye at her front door and promised to meet me on Monday night. I consoled myself with the thought that she wouldn't be meeting me again if things hadn't gone well. Satisfied that nothing was wrong I promptly forgot about the evening and chose to park the car a short distance away in Fitzroy Street with the intention of treating myself to a late supper in one of the many and diverse restaurants in the area. After choosing a small licensed pizza restaurant called Impressionists I ordered a medium mexicana, a glass of red wine and a carafe of freshly squeezed orange juice. Now that my stomach was well taken care of I began to think about my immediate past, present and future as I studied from a distance the reason for the name of the restaurant, prints of paintings from the likes of Monet, Degas and Renoir. Until recent days I had been satisfied with the actions of either myself or my father, and that was probably still the case where the 'family business' was concerned. The only area that caused any doubt at all was Connie. I took a sip of my wine as I thought back to something that Colin had said about how there had been a sudden change in her behaviour. Suddenly it all seemed to add up, especially when Wednesday nights remarkable events were compared with Tracey's extraordinary behaviour in the car on the way to her place. Then if that wasn't enough there was my elevation to superstar lover. I watched as the waiter delivered my pizza, waited until he left and pulled off a small slice, the first bite of which I ate with relish. "Uuhhhmmm!" I whispered to myself as I finished the mouthful and washed it down with wine. "Just perfect," I said aloud as I called the waiter back. "My compliments to the chef." I watched as the waiter left happily, more than delighted to deliver the message, then I began thinking about what the future would hold, about my brother's ultimate plan, the part I would have to play in it and the price I would have to pay. Surely there was one final goal he was leading up to, one reason he was here and there was only one way to find out what that was. I was so enjoying my pizza, so involved in the pleasant jazz that was wafting through the restaurant that I didn't notice the two men until they sat quietly at my table, The first of them had the ability to look mean without even saying anything. Even with an attempted smile his eyes were no more than slits and his mouth was turned down at the corners. He sat forward elbows on the table, thumbs holding his chin up while his hands were clasped together on prayer-like fashion, looking daggers in my direction. The second allowed me a glimpse of a carefully concealed knife which he held in his right hand. I started to get up but a hand moved to grip my arm. "You've already passed on your compliments to the chef now don't you think they'd consider it a little strange that you'd walk out without finishing that nice looking steak? Besides we'd like a little of your orange juice." The first man signalled the waiter. "Two glasses please, our friend here has generously decided to share his juice with us. And we'd like two of your best seafood cocktails." The waiter was just about to depart when he called him back. "Oh and put it on our friend's bill he can afford it. Can't you?" When the waiter departed it was the second one's turn to speak. "You know my friend has a sister who lives in a flat near here, she has what some people would call a friendly attitude to the opposite sex. You know what that means do you?" "She likes a good time?" I looked from one to the other knowing full well I was in trouble. The second one's knife wasn't there just for decoration and I had no doubt that the first one was armed with some type of weapon as well. The question was where was my brother now that I really needed him. "Hey you're not so stupid are you?" said the brother just before the waiter came back with two glasses. "And that's what was happening tonight, my sister was out to enjoy herself and get over a break-up with her boyfriend. Now there's two things my friend and I don't understand." He stopped as the waiter placed a seafood cocktail in front of each of them. "The first is why she would allow a fat slob like you to pick her up? "Now don't get me wrong sonny-boy--" he patted me on the hand "--good luck to you, if you can pick up a sort like my sister, then more power to you. But that leads me to the second thing I don't understand, why did you have to treat her so badly?" Now as my brother has repeatedly reminded me, I'm not the greatest brain in the world but in-between final mouthfuls of the last slice of pizza and the last couple of sips of my wine I was able to work a few things out. The first obviously concerned events at the flat which I couldn't remember and for which I was obviously responsible. The second was that as soon as I left my brother must have caused Tracey to revert back to her normal self. The third was much more concrete and sitting directly opposite me in the guise of her brother. It was therefore reasonable to assume that if Tracey had returned to normal then she must have told her brother what had apparently happened and what she remembered, indeed I suspect my brother may have found a way to leave the memory of events in her mind. All things considered if this was to be believed then I had used and abused the poor girl's body in some way. The final thing that occurred to me was that if my brother was responsible for Tracey's change of character then he must have been responsible for my behaviour. If that was true then he must have known about her brother and his buddy, must have known how they would react once they found her. That being the case where was he now? "You know only sick people abuse women that way and they have to be taught a lesson, I guess it's lucky for me and unlucky for you that you decided to tell her what your immediate plans were," continued her brother. "You weren't real hard to find once she gave me your description. Now if you've finished with that pizza I think we should get going. Oh and don't forget to pay the bill, after all we wouldn't want management spoiling things by chasing us out or calling the police now would we?" I handed over a hundred dollar bill and told the grateful waiter to keep the change as I prepared to exit the restaurant with the two of them either side of me. "Would it be silly of me to ask what you plan to do now?" "Not at all," said the friend as they walked me up the hill and forced me to turn right at the lights into Grey Street. "We're going back to my place to get better acquainted. And I wouldn't be thinking about creating any sort of disturbance because my knife will be in your back quicker than you can blink, and I seriously doubt that a fat prick like you can outrun us." As we crossed over and continued walking towards Barkly Street it occurred to me that where my brother was concerned I wouldn't have needed to use force. "Did it cross the mind of either of you that Tracey--" I turned to face her brother "--didn't offer much of a struggle, that in fact she was the initiator in many of the things we did." They pulled me to a stop and the brother grabbed my coat pulling me towards him with surprising strength. "You big fat bastard, don't you dare talk like that about my sister, I'm going to make you pay for what you've done to her." The look of unconcealed hatred on his face left me in no doubt as to how much trouble I was in. The brother moved his face so close to mine I could smell the sauce from the seafood cocktail. "You're going to find out just what it's like to have something long and thick rammed up your arse. Oh, and just in case you're wondering we're not going to soil our pricks to do it. Oh no we've got something better in mind." Once we crossed over Barkly Street and continued along where Grey Street changed its name to Inkerman it was the third block on the left and the top floor. As soon as they pushed me inside I fell to my knees in the face of the second man's knife and the gun that was suddenly produced from the waistband of the brother's jeans. I looked to each of them in turn. "What can I say? Maybe things did get a little out of hand, maybe I did go a little too far." 'Just as I'd expect, no sooner do I leave you alone than you get yourself into trouble. You know if brains were chocolate biscuits all you'd have would be the crumbs. Why couldn't you go straight home? You know if you'd done that instead of feeding that acre of flesh you call a stomach this wouldn't be happening to you? Now just in case they haven't told you, they're planning to find somewhere to fit a broken coffee table leg, and right at the moment the favourite spot is your fat backside. And you know what? I'm going to let them!' I felt my brother enter my body. 'But you can't, I mean... ' 'No need to panic you won't feel a thing.' By the time Colin had finished Tracey's brother was ready to answer me. "A little too far! You fucking bastard, by the time you finished with Tracey she could hardly stand let alone walk." The sound of his voice raised a notch along with his temper, he turned to his friend. "Maybe it's time to grab a leg off that broken coffee table, time to teach this fuck a lesson." I watched the friend walk to the side of the room and come back with a table missing one of its legs. I watched the friend take the table, stand it on its end, put his foot on one of the legs and press against the table until the leg eventually snapped away in a clean break. The brother grabbed the leg and waved it in my face while the second man held his knife on me. "This is going to hurt do you know that? Of course you do. I plan to make you suffer exactly the same way my poor sister suffered." I saw him raise the leg and bring it down on my head but I never felt a thing. All that happened was my head moving a few inches in a downward direction as though there had been an impact. "Now unless you want that knife--" the brother pointed to the glistening blade in his friends right hand "--to split your arse in two I suggest you drop your pants and briefs and bend over." 'Do as he says little brother, but tell him it'll take better than he's got to do you any harm.' With a gun and a knife pointed at me I really had no choice, but at least my brother was back, and such was my faith now I did as asked without any hesitation and said, "You really don't expect a little thing like that to hurt me do you?" "Oh really! Did you hear that Wayne? Our chubby little bum-boy poofter seems to enjoy being fucked up the arse." He pulled the chair leg back and smashed it into my naked backside with all of the strength he possessed. "I'll teach you to be a fucking smart-arse." I didn't feel a thing which made me feel a helluva lot better, suddenly I knew things were going to be okay. I laughed. My brother had told me to laugh so I did. "Was that suppose to hurt?" "I suppose not considering the sort of padding you've got there, but we'll see if you laugh after this." The friend called Wayne pushed the blade of his knife into my mouth while the brother pointed the thin end of the table leg between my buttocks. 'I don't suppose there's much use my asking exactly what I did to the poor girl that's made these blokes so mad? I mean come on Colin what the hell did I do?' The deafening silence suggested he wasn't going to answer me so I tried another question one I felt sure would get me an answer. 'Am I seriously supposed to accept this, I mean it is demeaning? And when are we going to start having some fun of our own?" I waited for some kind of response to these thoughts as I felt the faintest of featherlike touches on my backside, as I wondered, not for the first time, how something could be physically pushed into my body without me feeling it. 'I shouldn't worry about things that don't concern you, just be grateful that I can and remember the expression "The Devil's Disciple!" As for the fun thing? Don't worry it'll happen soon enough, now remember while I'm sharing your body what happens to you happens to me as well. Now do you realise that the table leg is all the way in?' I responded negatively. 'Well it is! Now do you have any suggestions as to what your next move should be?' I turned, looked at the brother from my awkward position forcing the knife to pass through the corner of my mouth as I turned my head. I saw the look of satisfaction on the face of the one called Wayne evaporate as quickly as a huge grin appeared on my own. Then I heard his howl of disbelief as he realised the knife hadn't even drawn blood. I stood up then, pulled the table leg out with ease, placed it on the couch and dressed as he pointed the knife at my stomach. "We'll teach you to fuck with us, now I don't know what happened with that table leg but I guess you've taken it up the arse so often it has no effect, haven't you? As for the knife," continued Wayne, "I guess I just let the blade slip." He thrust the knife at my chest. "Well let's just see how you like... ?" He stopped, his mouth hanging open in total disbelief. 'We're almost done here Winston, now why don't you pick up the leg and pound the side of his head with it. While you're doing that the brother, his name is Ian by the way, is going to shoot you! Oh don't worry, the bullet will go straight through you and kill his friend, which should cause him a great deal of grief, certainly enough for me to persuade him to shoot himself, which I think should tidy things up rather nicely.' I did exactly as my brother said. I grabbed the leg, held it in both hands and before the second man could move slammed it against the side of his head just as I saw the bullet enter his chest. 'Hey it worked!' I said watching as the man crumpled in a heap on the floor with blood seeping from a hole in his chest. 'Of course it did haven't you learned anything by now?' I turned to face the brother. "Funny how first he failed to cut me with the knife." I poked a finger through the hole in my shirt visible between my open leather jacket as I pointed to the man on the floor. "Then you somehow succeed in missing me with that gun and finish up shooting your friend." I located a hole in the left side of my jacket where the bullet had entered as I turned to hit the brother with the table leg I'd picked up from the couch and then the second and third bullet holes in my shirt and the right side of my leather where the bullet had exited. "Of course maybe you didn't miss but that could only be explained one way couldn't it? And I doubt you could deal with that." I was beginning to feel the power of the situation. I saw fear in the brother's eyes that was one step from absolute terror as I posed threateningly with the table leg in one hand. "Of course you know what I should do with this don't you?" There was a lull in proceedings as the brother just stood there unable to comprehend what was going on. His gaze moved between his friend on the floor and the gun in his hand, the expression on his face told of the grief he was feeling as the tears that had welled in his eyes began to trickle down his cheeks. He backed back feeling for a chair, and when he found it allowed himself to fall into it. 'Pretty neat huh? You know he's trying to offer up a logical explanation for what happened but his mind won't let him. I guess the holes in your jacket and shirt are just too hard to explain. You know Fred this has been a fun evening but I really do think we should go.' I watched in stunned disbelief as the brother put the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger. Then it suddenly occurred to me that maybe the neighbours would have heard the shots. My brother sounded incredulous. 'Don't be silly, do you think I would have let him if there had been even the slightest chance of people hearing, haven't you learnt anything yet? Now unless you've touched anything else give that leg a wipe and carefully put it in the second one's hand.' I did. 'All right now let's find your car, I really do think it's time you went home.' ------- "Well the prodigal fucking son returns. Don't suppose you'd care to tell me exactly where you were at around a quarter to eleven? You see we had a little business to attend to, a slight FAMILY emergency. I mean pardon me for thinking that was the reason for you having a FUCKING mobile phone." My father was on the couch in the second study outside our bedrooms, he was dressed for bed in pyjamas and dressing gown. Asleep on the couch with her head in his lap was Connie who just for a change was demurely dressed in a high cut mid-calf length decidedly asexual nightie and an ankle length dressing gown. "Sorry pop I turned it off." "Oh you turned it off, well I am sorry, now that just makes it okay doesn't it?" I sensed his blood-pressure rising with the level of his voice. "Now suppose you tell me, Winston, exactly what you were doing that required you to turn the FUCKING phone off? I mean I know you were with some girl because that was your stated intention, but did you have to turn the phone off while you were fucking her or whatever the FUCKING HELL you were doing?" It was then that Connie chose to wake up. My father brushed a hand gently on her cheek and rubbed her forehead. "It's okay honey just Winston home finally." "I wasn't doing anything like that at quarter to eleven, though it was certainly on the menu." I walked over, sat in an armchair and attempted an appeasing smile. "No, at that time I was still in the casino, that's why I turned it off, I didn't want to be disturbed at the blackjack table." "Oh well that's all right then. I mean obviously it's perfectly acceptable for sex and gambling to take precedence over the family business." He sat up forcing Connie to sit up too. "We don't make money for you to gamble away." He stood up, took the two steps needed to get to my chair, leaned forward placing a hand on one of its arms and pointed a threatening finger at me. "You should be grateful that Terry Foster was available otherwise we would have really been in trouble and so--" he placed the tip of his pointed finger against the bridge of my nose and pushed hard "--would you!" "Oh leave the poor lad alone Cyril, I'm sure that Winston won't make the same mistake again, and besides how do you know he lost? I mean just look at the expression on his face." 'Oh she was a smart one all right' I thought. The grin that split her face was a clear indication that she knew I'd won. "I think you'll find that he has a little money in his pocket." She got to her feet, walked over and hugged my father to her. "Now 'alls well that ends well' isn't that what they say? What I suggest is that you hop off to bed while Winston keeps his end of tonight's bargain," she winked at me, "that is provided you haven't worn it out!" She moved closer, eased me out of my chair, slipped her dressing gown off and reached down to my groin. "After Wednesday night's session and last night's sextravaganza things will never be the same again, you know Connie expects..." She left that last comment hanging as she stepped back waiting in lusty anticipation. I looked at my father. "She's a good judge you know." I pulled several bundles of notes out of my jacket pocket and dropped them on the table. "I think you'll find close to thirty thousand dollars there." The expression on my father's face was priceless, the way his jaw dropped and his eyes opened wide in stunned amazement. For the first time I could remember my father was speechless. Connie wasn't though. "Go on hon'," she picked up the money and put it into the pockets of his dressing gown, then pushed him gently towards their bedroom, "you've had a tough night, why don't you put that money in the safe and get some sleep?" When he'd gone she turned to me. "Come on." She allowed the sensuality of the moment to drift between us as she took my hand. "I've been waiting all night for this." She pushed open my bedroom door, led me inside and grinned as she turned to face me. "While I've been waiting I've had a good three hours sleep, which means you've got the rest of the night--" she rubbed my groin again "--to satisfy me," then she gripped my penis which was already beginning to rise to the occasion, "so you'd better be in top form." 'Help!' Where was Colin when I needed him. I was tired and in all probability capable of just one erection and yet this girl was expecting the superstar lover of those two memorable evenings. 'COME ON!' I was mentally screaming for my brother as I began to undress. 'I get the impression you're responsible for Connie being like this, now don't you think I deserve a little assistance?' 'Honestly Fred hasn't this girl ever heard of too much of a good thing?' I simply lay back naked on my bed my cock growing to full erection and smiled as I felt my brother enter my body and watched Connie remove her nightie. When she was naked, Connie turned away from me, knelt either side of my face and lowered her dripping pussy onto my face while stretching out until my rampant 8-inches was in reach of her mouth. I reached up and gripped each cheek of her sumptuous arse as I pulled her cunt onto my probing tongue and tried, in vain it seemed, lick her slit dry. I started from her clit and licked my way down the length of her outer lips as I felt the head of my cock slide slowly past her lips, then I pushed my tongue into her pussy thrusting it as deep as I could manage. 'Attaboy Winston. Now bring a hand down and toy with her clitoris, gently rub it between your thumb and index finger and tease it out of its hood, make it hard.' I did just that and I felt the little fellow make its appearance, then I took two fingers and fucked them in and out of her pussy alongside my tongue while I brought my other hand down and used its thumb and index finger to continue the massaging of her clitoris. Oh God she must have been horny because her trigger was quick as she began to grind her pussy onto my hands and tongue as the first of many, I was guessing, many climaxes tore through her quivering body. 'Judging by the way she's feeling, ' laughed my brother, 'I reckon your right, and I reckon this is going to be another long... er... FUCKING night.' She had been sucking my cock until her orgasm flowed through her, she took her mouth off my cock and simply screamed. "OH GOD, OH JESUS AITCH FUCKING CHRIST I'M COMING, OH GOD I'M COOMMMIIIINNNNG. OOHHH FUUUCCCCKKKKK!" She sprang off my face and turned to face me while retaining a two handed grip on my cock. "Fuck me Winston, fuck me!" Not wasting any time I flipped her over on her back, forced her legs up and over and told her, "Hold 'em. You want a fucking like the other night your going to get it!" In one move I slid balls deep into her juicy slit and began to fuck her with long slow deliberate strokes that were designed to make Connie beg for more. She did. "Come on Winston fuck me," whimpered Connie desperately as she tried to follow my slowly withdrawing cock with her clasping cunt. "Oh come on Winston please fuck me harder, fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, PLEASE! FUCK MY CUNT!!!" 'Learning are we brother. She may be silently cursing you now but she'll love you for it in three or four hours when your fucking your way towards your fourth or fifth climax.' The more she begged the slower I went until finally after about fifteen minutes I upped the pace a little at a time as I started to gently massage her clitoris with the thumb of my right hand. Her pussy by this time was saturated so I moved the index finger of my left hand to where the almost continuous stream of cunt juice was leaking around my cock, rubbed it around until it was wet and then slid it straight into her arse in one continuous motion. "Ooh yeah, finger fuck my arse, fuck my cunt. OH GOD I LOVE IT! Fuck me Winston, fuck your slut, FUCK ME!" And I did relentlessly through four hours and five straight climaxes for me and I don't know how many for Connie. 'She was counting, she counted twenty seven! Apparently it was some kind of a record.' Connie was lying on her side, her lovely tits pressed into my side as her head rested on my arm. "Fucking awesome, that was fucking awesome." She sighed and kissed me. "For the third fucking night in a row I broke my record." I had been going to ask her about what my brother had said, in a roundabout way of course, but I didn't need to she had volunteered the information, so I asked how many. She got up and, with her nightie and dressing gown over arm, walked naked to the door before turning. "Twenty seven, next time we go for thirty!" With that she grinned and walked out of the door. ------- Chapter 5A: Monday January 24: Judge, Jury And Executioner! WARNING! WARNING!! This two part chapter contains descriptions of extreme violence of a physical and sexual nature. If such descriptions are likely to offend then please be warned, but if the premise of the story has captured your interest enough to get you this far then do NOT allow it to put you off as this is as violent as the story gets and in the authors opinion needs to be there to establish the character of Colin Hillman and just how far he'll go to accomplish his stated revenge and just how much he'll use his brother Winston — BERWICK BOB! ------- I walked by several tables, half were vacant and almost all had empty glasses of different sizes taking up a small amount of space. I stepped out of the main lounge, stood near a tall pot plant and gazed towards the ladies rest room. It was just a feeling but I had learned to trust it from past experience. A feeling that something wasn't right. I couldn't put my finger on it but I just knew, even before my brother spoke. Then it dawned on me. She'd taken her handbag, which wasn't unusual, but she'd picked up her cigarettes and lighter and put them in her bag, which was, especially if she intended to return. 'You're absolutely right you know, and I have to give you credit for picking the signal. You see it was my decision for her to walk out, my way of reminding you that I'm in charge. I want you to fully comprehend the lessons you've already learned, I want you to understand that there is really nothing for you to do except precisely what you're told.' 'What's happening now?' My brother's answer came immediately. 'I suggest that you go to your van and head in an easterly direction. You'll find that Tracey has taken a taxi to her ex-boyfriends place.' There was a hesitation before my brother began again as if responding to my thoughts. 'No it wasn't her idea it was mine, but then Saturday night's amusing little diversion was mine too wasn't it? You must remind me to tell you one day exactly what you did to the poor girl.' I felt an almost imperceptible pressure force me forwards towards the exit. 'No sense hanging around here, we may as well get going.' It suddenly occurred to me that if my brother had made Tracey go to an old boyfriend then he was changing her opinion of me. It was almost as if he was turning her on and off like a tap, like he did on Saturday night in that incident with her brother Ian and his friend Wayne. I could only assume that the girl who had been so pleased to see me before, so willing to make an effort to come all the way from St. Kilda had only remembered the 'good' times, the 'pleasant' experiences, and that now she despised me. That being the case then the lessons I was going to learn were most certainly going to be a little different. Just how much I would find out in due course. 'Your right you know, I do have something a little different in mind, something you won't be able to do a thing about even if you want to. Who knows maybe you won't want to, with your background it's just possible. You see I can make anyone do anything as long somewhere deep in their subconscious they have a desire to behave or respond in that fashion. 'And that's exactly the way it happened with those two girls on the train. And on Saturday night, once you and Tracey made verbal contact the rest was easy. By the time I'd finished with her you were the dream date, the masterful lover she longed to be dominated by. That's why she walked up to the bar in a desperate attempt to establish contact.' 'You mean that it didn't matter what happened when I first walked over to her table?' 'Of course it did, contact needed to be established first. Once that was accomplished the rest of Saturday night was easy, and fun. It's just a shame you can't remember any of it, but I will tell you something, you've got a dark side to your character that you've managed to keep hidden deep in your subconscious. As for what's going to happen at her ex-boyfriend's house, well while he's trying his best to renew relationships with Tracey I've got another little surprise for you. That will take up a little time at which point I'll decide she's had enough, she'll leave his house after a fight, you'll confront her and she'll tell you how much she hates you for what you did to her. That's when you'll grab her.' I could barely believe this was possible. 'But what about if I don't want to?' 'You will little brother, at about the same time the dark side of your character re-emerges!' I wanted to run to the panel van and race after her but I didn't, instead I forced myself to walk steadily past the bank, past a small hamburger joint run by a little fat bloke called Bill to where the van was parked. Just as I was about to get into the van the now familiar dizziness came over me and something made me look across at a young man whose face looked familiar from a distance even if his physique didn't. The extraordinary thing was that the building he was leaving from looked strangely similar to the sports centre around the corner, but that was impossible wasn't it? Then I decided that where my brother was concerned nothing was impossible. So I then thought about the first question that came to mind. 'Am I supposed to know him?' 'All in good time. Just remember the face and you'll understand later. For the moment though he's not important, the girl Tracey is.' 'But why can't I know now?' I knew I was playing a dangerous game questioning my brother but I just couldn't help it. 'I DON'T WANT YOU TO! That really is all you need to understand. Now if you insist on disputing whatever I say I'm going to have to prove just who is in charge here.' A severe headache pounded through my skull and lasted for more than ten seconds making my head feel as though it was being split open by a jackhammer. When the pain stopped I realised I had no choice, so I shrugged away the thoughts that were going through my mind and decided that the answer would come at a more suitable time and that I needed to concentrate on the business at hand. 'You certainly do little brother, you certainly do. A short dizzy spell is all that's necessary to gain control of your mind, but I can give you a headache that'll kill you if I so wish and you certainly don't want that, DO YOU!' The tone of the voice sent a shiver through me, it was more diabolical, evil and harsher and scarier than any of the memorable voices in the many low budget horror films I'd seen. N a short while I was in the van and driving in an easterly direction. I didn't even remember getting in let alone driving off. 'And why should you? You'll even forget about that young man if I so desire.' 'But if you wanted me to see him then you clearly want me to remember him, and if that's the case then why would you only let me see him when you have control of my mind like this?' 'Because I have that little surprise in store. But I had to try while you're under my control just in case it didn't work, then you wouldn't remember a thing. As it is everything worked perfectly.' 'Can't you give me a hint as to what this is all about?' 'Sorry little brother, now concentrate on catching up with Tracey.' Once clear of the town's main centre it was just a question of following the directions of my brother. Traffic was light as I beat four sets of lights giving me a clear run and enabling me to maintain a constant high speed without causing any undue alarm. I stopped at the fifth set of traffic lights and didn't see her taxi until a few cars began moving away from the lights where the highway bridged the freeway. Her taxi was in front of a tray truck on the inside lane. I followed at a discreet distance for what seemed like ages until the taxi pulled up in a quiet suburban street outside a cheap looking weatherboard house. I pulled up behind another slightly older Holden sedan and watched Tracey Carpenter step out of the cab. 'So far so good little brother, now all we have to do is wait for them to finish. I suggest that you get into some of those clothes that are in the back, you know, the ones we used to dress up in when we paid those 'special visits' to some of our customers. Then I'll show you my special surprise.' I saw the front of the house open from my vantage point and watched a young fellow climb all over the girl before I jumped in the back of the van and searched through the junk for what I needed. I dressed in my regulation two track-suit, ski mask and outsize sports shoe uniform, a uniform that a lot of people might feel is ridiculous but works for me keeping me out of trouble, and waited for my brother to show me his surprise. 'All right close your eyes and allow me to paint a picture of something that's happening right at this very moment.' 'Of course. But how can you... ?' I thought for a moment and realised the question was ridiculous. 'Forget I asked.' 'Quite right.' What could I do but settle back and allow my brother to fill my mind with visions — maybe illusions — of something happening at another place. A distant image began to take shape, blurred at first it came increasingly into focus as it came closer. It was a young man outside a block of flats, I only caught the briefest of glimpses front on before he pulled on a balaclava, but it was enough for me to recognise him as the young man I'd seen on leaving the hotel. Again his face was familiar but I just couldn't put a name to it, neither could I remember where I knew it from. He wasn't looking towards the flats, instead he was looking at a brick-veneer house next door, at the two windows either side of the front entrance. One light went on in the room to the right and as soon as it did the young man appeared to make a decision. He walked down the driveway of the block of flats, climbed over the fence separating the flats from the house and settled himself carefully in the backyard. 'What's going on?' 'In this house lives a girl called Alison Braithwaite, now our young friend here is planning to break in, tie her up and rape her.' 'Well shouldn't we be there doing something to help her instead of wasting our time here?' 'Why? That's not the purpose of the exercise, besides he's not really going to harm her, and anyway she's mentally tough enough to take it. No the purpose of this exercise is to show you the sort of thing the bastard gets up to. Have you figured out who he is yet?' 'No.' Suddenly the image of the young man made its way down the side of the house, checked the one on the other side and the street both ways before poking his head around the corner. 'Should I have?' The young man stayed in position for as long as he dared until all of a sudden the light in one room went out and seconds later the one in the other room went on. 'Of course you should Winston. He's going to give her five minutes, in that time I want you to think about a certain young man who was responsible for what happened to me.' It hit me all of a sudden, God how could I have forgotten? Now I knew why my brother was here even if I didn't know how. 'You don't need to know how, all you need to do is remember the name Nathaniel Bristoll!' That was it! God how could I forget a face like that, how could I forget what he did? I could remember what happened as clearly as if it was yesterday. The kid had arrived home when his father — Wallace Bristoll — was already dead, killed because he'd disturbed my brother and two of his gang while they were raping his wife — Virginia. It was fate playing a hand that day, if his father hadn't disturbed them my brother wouldn't have thought it necessary to post a guard and the resulting slaughter may never have happened. The boy of course hadn't known it at the time. He'd entered the back way after climbing the fence from a paddock behind the house — his usually way of arriving home — and had avoided being seen. He'd told later how he'd heard one of the gang begging another to 'do it to her', begging him to 'fuck her to death'. It had been that more than anything else he said that had made him angry, made him go to the hallway, carefully open the cupboard door and pull out a cricket bat. That and his mother screaming. What happened after that according to Bristoll was pure luck, the third one who was on guard had chosen that moment to walk towards the front door, that moment to stand with his back to him gun in hand. Bristoll hadn't wasted a second debating what to do, he'd walked up quietly and carefully, swung baseball style and connected flush to the side of the face with the hard edge of the bat. The third member of the gang hadn't known what hit him as he dropped to the floor gun in hand. A couple of further blows while he was lying there had ensured that he wouldn't be moving for a while, if at all. I remember him telling how he'd picked up the gun and headed to his parents bedroom, how he hadn't rushed into the room gun blazing and had chosen to look first. What he'd seen was enough to send most boys into shock, his father was dead at the side of the bed with his chest and stomach a ghastly mess of bloodstains and bloody entrails. His mother was being relentlessly raped by the leader of the gang — Colin, my brother — while the third member of his little gang was holding a knife to her naked breasts. I remember the boy telling how anger had got the better of him, how he'd walked in quickly, pointed the gun at the head of my brother and pulled the trigger. He told how my brother slid out of the way just in time for him to shoot the one with the knife between the eyes just as he turned around, how he'd fallen onto the knife and how the knife had penetrated his mother's heart killing her instantly. He spoke then about the way he'd calmly walked back to the one who'd been standing guard and had shot him point blank in the head even though he was still unconscious and barely breathing. After that final act he'd phoned the police, walked out the front and waited for them. The rest happened rather quickly after that with a verdict of not guilty to charges of murder due to diminished capacity being set down as long as he subjected himself to a psychiatric evaluation and as long as someone could be found to look after him. Who that person was of course hadn't been made public. 'Then... er... you're here for... ' 'Revenge? Of course, how could you possibly think there was any other purpose to my visit? Do you really think it was necessary for him to kill me or Cliff? We killed the husband out of self-defence, surely you remember that the knife belonged to him. I responded positively. 'Well it did and he was attacking us with it when Cliff managed to relieve him of it. I guess it was just unfortunate that he died in the struggle. After that I guess Cliff might have got a little carried away making sure he was dead. And what about Al? There was no reason to shoot him, after all he was hardly a threat while he was unconscious and yet the maniac was allowed to get off because of that diminished capacity gibberish without a single mark on his card, you tell me if that was fair?' 'It isn't but how... ?' 'Then of there's the couple he's staying with, his Uncle Trent Bristoll and his Aunt Linda. They're the one's I feel sorry for, they had to take him in even though they detested him. Worst thing is there's not a single thing they can do about it except to make his life a misery, which I might add they do quite well. I mean if he hadn't been playing the part of a peeping tom at our place, he wouldn't have seen those two girls, wouldn't have seen a little deal that was taking place while he was there and we wouldn't have felt the need to follow him back to his house. His father wouldn't have sprung us using his wife for a little entertainment and we wouldn't have killed him. Then Bristoll wouldn't have murdered us, his mother wouldn't have died because of Cliff falling on the knife and he wouldn't have been taken into custody and sent to them. So really we'll be doing them a great favour.' I was keeping a careful eye on Nathaniel Bristoll as he remained crouched watching the room with the light on. I was guessing that he was planning to make his move when the light went out. 'Yes I remember all that, not that it made it any easier to deal with knowing that all of our supposed 'peers' were so prepared to forgive and forget the deaths and the events leading up to them. I mean that's why I had such a problem for twelve months after it happened. But if that's the case why don't we just go there and kill him, I mean why are we here with this girl who doesn't mean anything to either of us? Or does she?' Suddenly the light went out and Bristoll moved to the window and peeped inside. 'Let's just call it a bit of fun, a favour to a friend of mine Marvin Wallace, who had a little more than a passing acquaintance with her. Let's just say she's getting what she deserves. As for going there and just killing him, that's not possible. Uuhhmm, well I suppose that's not strictly true we could kill him now, but I wouldn't get to hang around if I did that and life really is too much fun even in a body like yours for me to want to go back where I came from. You see basically I'm sort of on trial. No what needs to happen is for Nathaniel Bristoll to die by either his own hand or failing that, somebody else's. You see I can kill plenty of other people, I just can't kill Bristoll.' 'Then you're saying that we didn't pick Tracey out because she was the prettiest girl in the room on Saturday night, that we picked her out because of what she did to a friend?' 'Let's just say that I knew where she liked to hang out, which made her easy to find on Saturday night. You see Marvin was a member of my little gang for a while until she talked him into leaving and going straight. They were engaged to be married when she dropped him. Marvin was head-over-heels with the bitch. He never got over it and committed suicide two days later by shooting himself. I made a vow to make her pay which Bristoll interrupted. Well now I've got another chance, a chance I obviously never expected to get, and I'm going to take it.' I watched Nathaniel Bristoll walk around the back and pull something resembling a glass-cutter out of his bag. After a quick inspection of all the windows towards the rear of the house he picked the laundry as the easiest and the spot where he was least likely to be disturbed. He made a clean cut first time, lifted the circle of glass away quickly and easily, undid the old-fashioned catch, lifted the window with little or no noise and climbed in as silently as a cat burglar. 'I'll just bet his aunt and uncle don't know about this sort of thing do they?' 'As far as I can gather from the jumble of thoughts going through his mind, this is the first time he's ever gone this far. Still, serial killers have been known to start from such behaviour. A fact I've found out in my time down below.' Once inside Bristoll reached back into his bag, pulled out a very lethal looking knife, took his shoes off, put them in his bag, walked down to Alison Braithwaite's bedroom, pushed open the door a few inches and waited for a reaction... He repeated that exercise another half-dozen times until the door was half open, presumably decided that it was quite safe and pushed it the rest of the way before stepping back and waiting for any signs that the girl may have seen or heard something. Satisfied that everything was as it should be Bristoll walked into the room, reached into his bag of tricks, pulled out a roll of masking tape and ripped off a length. Then he walked to the bed, grabbed her by the hair and before she could scream jammed the length of masking tape over her mouth. Satisfied that she couldn't make enough noise to raise any alarm he showed her the knife which convinced her to move out from under the covers, lay her naked body face-up on top of the bed and allow him to place a similar length over her eyes, at which point he took off his ski-mask. 'I know you can't hear what he's saying Winston and I know you'd like to but I don't think it'll matter in the long run.' I saw Bristoll's self-satisfied smirk as Alison Braithwaite reluctantly agreed to his apparent request to lie face down. I watched as he pulled some chain out of the bag and shook them for her benefit. The girl did as she was told and I watched as Bristoll secured one end of the 'Y' shaped piece of chain to her left ankle with the first of three padlocks before throwing the rest of the chain underneath the bed, pulling it out the other side and attaching the second end to her right ankle in the same fashion. Then he reached under the bed, grabbed the extra long third length, threw it past the head of the bed, pulled it through one of the uprights of the bed-head and wrapped it around her neck before securing it on to the single length again with the third padlock. Subsequent to that he pulled a length of rope from the bag, tied one end to a wrist, threw it under the bed, retrieved it and pulled it tight before securing it to her other wrist. Bristoll watched the girl for a moment. Her right cheek was lying on the pillow as I suddenly saw her profile through him, and thanks to that profile the girl's sense of apprehension as she waited for the inevitable that she couldn't see. He gripped her hips in his strong hands as his fingers squeezed tightly from the sides and pressed his thumbs into her naked buttocks. He moved his hands slowly but surely in an upward direction, squatted over her, reached underneath and grabbed her breasts before releasing one so that he could reach down and pull his erection out of his pants. Once out he slotted it between the cheeks of her bottom, moved his hand back and began to squeeze her breasts again as he gripped her nipples between her thumb and index finger, squeezed them tightly and pulled them to either side of her body until they were stretched to their absolute limit. I watched as he knelt on the bed, gripped the girl by the hips and lifted her up as far as the tension of the chain would allow before he began to insert the head of his hard-on into her. Finally, after several clumsy attempts he was fully sheathed and raping her with long, slow strokes. It was clear to me that the cunt was a virgin, that he was losing his virginity by raping the poor girl. 'Yes he is, or was, a virgin. Now I really don't think you need to see any more to know what this animal deserves do you?' I didn't even get a chance to answer as the vision cleared from my mind and I was back in the van in the same side street. 'Are you trying to tell me that what I just saw actually happened even while I was here, and that I was a witness to it?' 'Of course! But do you think he deserves to be punished? WELL DO YOU?' I thought about what he was doing to that poor girl even as my brother and I were having this... er... conversation. Thought about how he had killed Colin and his two friends in what amounted to cold blood. 'I think he deserves whatever punishment we can think up.' 'Good, good. Now I suggest that you turn your attention to Miss Tracey Carpenter.' I focused on the house Tracey had entered before. Half an hour went past, then an hour, then two before curiosity got the better of me and I opened the door ready to get out. 'Where do you think you're going?' 'Just to see what's happening in there, is that okay by you?' 'I doubt it will do any harm as long as they don't see you.' There was a slight gap in the lounge room curtains. I took a quick look around and seeing all the other houses in darkness and the street deserted went to have a look. They were there sure enough and things were looking good. Both of them had been drinking and were the worse for wear, the guy was flaked out on the couch wearing only his socks as the girl struggled to get dressed. She had her tight black skirt on and was struggling to push her large breasts into a rather flimsy lace bra. "Somehow--" I whispered "--I don't think you'll have them on for long, not if I know my brother." Suddenly she was ready and heading for the front door. I raced back to the van and knelt behind it. 'See what impatience can do.' The voice of my brother was at its insulting best. 'It can create monumental cock-ups if you're not careful, now get ready to remove your ski-mask because here she comes. You know the one good thing about that house not having a phone is that she's got to walk to the end of the street to call a cab, and that means she's got to walk right past here.' The front door opened and she appeared, struggling to keep her feet as she yelled one parting insult. "You think you're so good needle dick. I didn't even come, did you hear me! I didn't even come! At least that fat cunt I left at the hotel had something you didn't, a cock and the ability to use it." She staggered down the path, out onto the street and headed in my direction. 'Funny how things happen isn't it little brother. First she doesn't like you, then she likes you, then she doesn't. Same with the boyfriend, when she first arrives she's all over him, now he makes her want to vomit. All right get ready, when she's near enough I want you to confront her and ask her why, if Saturday night meant anything at all to her, she walked out on you tonight.' Just as she was level with the rear of the van I hurriedly removed the mask, stood up, confronted Tracey face-to-face and was about to ask that question when she spat in my face. She stood there hands on hips, barely able to stand as she swayed from side-to-side breathing what I presumed was brandy all over me as she spoke. "You must've heard what I said fat boy, what's the matter don't you understand plain English?" I pulled a handkerchief out of my pocket and wiped away the spit. "And I don't know how the fuck you found me, but unless you're fucking stupid as well as fat and ugly surely you know when you're being given the flick." "If you felt like that then why did you meet me and allow me to bring you... ?" "Because you at least owed me a meal and a couple of drinks. And besides coming out this way brought me closer to my boyfriend's place where I thought I would be treated properly." She wobbled to one side and almost fell as she laughed. "Boy was that ever a mistake, he's more of an animal than you are, if that's possible." She looked me up and down. "Gee I knew you were fat but I didn't realise just how fat you really were." "Fat is it? Animal is it? You fucking loved it you cunt. All that kneeling and begging, all the submissive shit. And what about that five thousand dollars? I suppose that meant nothing as well?" She laughed so hard I thought she was going to have a coughing fit. "What five thousand dollars, God now you've got me thinking you belong in a fucking loony-bin. As for me loving it, you're fucking lucky I didn't call the police and have you charged with assault, aggravated rape, sodomy, and any other charge I'm sure the police could think up." Now I was confused, I knew I had left the five thousand at her place. 'Of course you did but she isn't going to remember it if I don't want her to. Now offer her a lift, and when she refuses and mentions calling a taxi you'll know what to say, and what to do.' "Now get out of my way you big fat tub of lard," continued Tracey, "I have to ring for a taxi." She tried to push me out of the way. "And don't think of offering me a lift I wouldn't go with you if my life depended on it." I knew that was the signal. "It does Tracey, believe me it does." One short jab with my right fist connected flush on the jaw. She collapsed into my arms and though she was a dead weight I had no trouble lifting her up and dumping her into the back of my panel van. There was a pile of stuff in the van to cover just about any emergency, and I certainly planned to put it to good use tonight. I searched among the stuff until I found what I was looking for, two pieces of rope, two thick pieces of cloth and a blanket. I tied the girl's hands and feet with the rope, put one piece of cloth over her mouth before tying it at the back, placed the other piece of cloth over her eyes and tied it just as securely as the first. I was just about to put the blanket over her when I paused to look at her breasts. 'Come on Winston, if you don't want to renew acquaintances with such a fine pair I most certainly do.' I ripped the blouse down the front, pulled her bra off and squeezed her breasts for a few seconds before putting the blanket over her. It was time to get going because it was going to be a long night. Once in the van I shut the door as quietly as I could before driving off. 'Good, good, nice to see you're learning about priorities little brother.' 'Yes I'm learning about other things too, like a minor problem of needing a quiet little place to take her and the van.' 'Patience young Fred patience, all will be revealed in good time. You're just lucky that I have the composure you don't. Now if you'll just get back on the highway. Can you manage that?' I answered his sarcastic question with a rather resigned nod of the head and drove away quietly and carefully, all the while checking for signs of house lights turning on and people and traffic appearing on the streets. There was nothing happening though, not a single light, not a single person to cause me any concern. 'Always good to check Winston but you didn't have to, I would have told you if there was any danger of someone seeing us. Still I suppose it does prove that your brain's in some kind of working order. Now when you get to the highway turn left and keep driving until I tell you when to turn.' It was only a matter of twenty minutes before the order came to turn right onto an unsealed road barely wide enough for a single car, and another five before my brother ordered a left. 'A hundred yards down the track you'll find a group of four trees that will suit out purpose admirably.' When I saw the trees it was immediately clear what I had to do. I parked the van, took the struggling girl out first, walked to the four trees which formed a square, dropped her from waist high and listened to the dull thud and muted cry of anguish as she hit the ground. After walking over and retrieving a knife and two more pieces of rope out of the bag I walked back to the girl and pulled away what was left of her already ripped blouse and bra before cutting away her skirt and panties. 'Looking good little brother, looking good. Now allow instincts to dictate what to do, and I promise I'll only interfere if I think it's absolutely necessary.' With Tracey naked I untied her legs before retying them to two of the trees. "I know you like to suffer a little pain, I mean Saturday night was proof of that. But I've got news for you Tracey, that was a picnic compared to what I have planned for you now. "You thought you were so clever making me buy you all those top shelf drinks with those fancy names. Making me buy you supper." I slapped her face with as much savage force as I could muster. "Of course how was I to know that you were just using me? How was I to know your only intention was a few drinks and a free feed before you went back to your boyfriend?" I untied her wrists, retied them separately to the other two trees leaving her spreadeagled as I stood admiring my handiwork. "You weren't a cockteaser on Saturday night, in fact if anything you enjoyed it more than I did. But you are one tonight aren't you? Or at least you were with me." I produced the huge knife I'd use to cut her clothing, like one a butcher would use, it was sharp; very, very sharp. Her arms and legs twitched as she tried to move, as she shook her head from side-to-side. I put the tip of the knife against her breast and took the nipple between my thumb and index finger. "You feel the knife? It's a foot long and it'll slice through your tit like slicing through butter." A few grunts was all she could manage in reply. I smiled at her, I felt strange, evil, I wanted to hurt her badly. The smile made Tracey turn white with fear. "You were quite insulting about your boyfriend's sexual talents and size of his equipment." I undressed except for my gloves. "You didn't use those words about me on Saturday night did you? No of course you didn't, you were full of compliments about my cock. Tonight you were still complimentary about my cock, but you called me a fat prick and I don't like that. Now let's see if your form is as good as it was on Saturday night." I moved into position with my knees either side of her, removed the cloth from her eyes and mouth and pointed my cock in the direction of the latter. "But you have to warm it up first." She turned her head away and my hand moved even before I thought about doing it. The stinging slap in the face that resulted brought her attention back. 'My apologies Fred, just couldn't help myself. Do carry on.' I did. Looking at the girl I barked an order. "Lift your head up bitch." When she didn't move straight away I grabbed the nipple of her left breast, pulled until she screamed with pain and held the blade of the knife against it. "Don't force me to slice them because I will." Then I moved forward sitting on her breasts as I did so. "You don't mind do you?" I didn't wait for an answer. "I mean they do make a lovely soft cushion." "You big fat fucking gorilla. Is this the only way you can get it? First you rape me, now you have to tie me up." She showed her aggression by spitting at me for a second time, forcing me into action. I moved forward and slammed my hand against her left cheek and when she opened her mouth to scream rammed my huge penis down her throat making her gag and almost choking her. "I think it's time you learned some manners." I grabbed some of her hair and masturbated my penis with her mouth. "Plus you seem to have a very selective fucking memory about the events of Saturday night." After a few minutes she tried taking a bite out of my cock causing me considerable pain. 'Whoops! Sorry little brother, guess I let her slip that one in. Still I should've stopped her, promise I will next time. Now don't let it spoil anything, especially as you're doing such a good job. And don't forget to tell her what she is to you, how little she rates in the scheme of things. Also it wouldn't hurt if you reminded her about poor old Marvin.' I leaned in close to her face and looked right into those frightened eyes. "You bitch! Now I'll have to teach a lesson the hard way." I leaned back, took my penis out of her mouth and waved it under her nose again. "Look at these teeth marks. You really need to remember just what you are, a fucking whore. A whore with three holes for my cock." I still had hold of her hair so I pulled it with all of my strength, smiled happily as she screamed again and then slapped her face backwards and forwards a dozen times with the flat of my hand. "Say sorry bitch." She didn't. "I'm warning you CUNT, say sorry." She still refused, shaking her head. So I repeated the medicine. "SAY IT!" "Oh yeah right, if I'm a good girl and apologise you'll just let me go will you? You won't keep slapping me around the face and you won't cut me with that knife. You'll just continue to rape me with your cock." "Don't be so fucking stupid Tracey, how can I let you go? But you do still have to say sorry if you don't want things to get more painful than they are already." "What's the matter fatso don't like a girl to fight back?" I couldn't help it I just had to laugh, loud and long. "What sort of a fight did you have in mind while you're spreadeagled like this? All you can do is use your mouth, and nothing you can say will upset me because I've heard it all before. As for your teeth, well that depends on whether I decide to take the risk and put my cock back in your mouth. Then of course you have to decide whether any threat I make to pull out your teeth one-by-one if you bite it again is real or not. On the other hand I might just decide to cut off your fingers and toes one-by-one for every bite, how would that be? Of course if we'd really hit it off how long would it have taken you to dump me like you did Marvin Wallace?" Marvin... how did you know? We just didn't have anything going for us he was just..." "Just what bitch? Somebody to use and then dump when you were finished with him? I mean the two of you were engaged for heaven's sake! I'll bet you don't even know what happened to him do you?" "Why the hell should I, we were done, it was all over." "Certainly is now Tracey, do you know he committed suicide because of you?" "Bullshit, besides how would you know? And anyway if he couldn't handle the rejection that was his fault." She looked at my erection, then at me and tried her best to smile. "You know you're a real sick bastard!" "You know I got the distinct impression your brother thought the same thing early on Sunday morning when he shot himself after he accidentally shot and killed his friend... er... I think his name was Wayne." I allowed my cock to press against her nose. "Messy it was, you know your brother was trying to shoot me when he shot his mate. I guess that upset him so much he thought shooting himself was the right thing to do. I was forced to agree, 'specially as he was trying to plug my arse with a leg off that broken coffee table of his." I watched the shock spread as she realised the enormity of what I was saying. "What do you mean, when did you... when did it... ?" She was too stunned to finish. Colin had evidently wiped the memory of her contact with them from the girl's mind. 'Of course I did little brother, otherwise how was she going to meet you tonight? And don't worry about the bodies they won't be discovered until tomorrow, now carry on with your little chat.' "Not much point in worrying about it bitch, they're dead and so will you be before the night's out." I grabbed her hair and positioned her head before once again jamming my cock deep into her throat until my testicles hit her on the chin and panic filled eyes as she struggled to breathe. "You know don't you that only girls who deserve it get treated like this." I looked deep into her eyes as I pulled my cock from her throat and fucked her face with just less than half its length. "Understand one thing Tracey, if you had genuinely done the right thing by Marvin, if you'd genuinely wanted to be nice to me I would have been nice to you. You see first impressions are the best guide, that's why I will always remember your initial reaction when I sat at your table. It was in your eyes the way you just stared at me, I got the impression that if looks could kill I would have been dead on the spot. The only thing that changed your mind was the money. Cunts like you are all the same. But now things are a little different aren't they?" A sudden idea made me change my mind about the way she was positioned. I pulled my cock free, untied her legs, grabbed her ankles, forced her legs up and over until she was doubled up and then secured her ankles above her wrists. Once she was secure I grinned. "I don't think I want a patented Tracey Carpenter blowjob yet, I just decided there's a couple of better places to put my cock, one in particular--" I slapped her rump with savage force "--that might prove especially painful." From this position I was able to decide which entrance to try first. "Well bitch, we'll see if you've got anything to say after this." She turned her head to the side as I pointed my cock at her rectum. Two or three violent pushes without the benefit of any lubrication, and with my immense weight and strength and it was all the way in. The scream echoed through the trees. 'Hope that wasn't heard by anyone?' was the thought that crossed my mind immediately. I hadn't really meant it as a question for my brother but he took it that way anyway. 'Don't give it another thought Fred there isn't a soul for miles, and if there does happen to be any danger coming your way I promise you'll be the first to know.' 'Thank you' I thought back as I continued staring at the girl whose fear was as real as the cock I was pounding into her arse. "Maybe you won't be so smart now slut." My laugh was the embodiment of evil as I brutally pounded my full, thick cock deep into the anal recesses of her glorious arse. Then not satisfied, I pushed one then two and finally all of my fingers into her vagina before trying without success to ram my fist in there. Without success that is until I reluctantly extracted my cock from the tight grip of her rectum. Once it was out I was able to force my hand all the way home. Oh it was slow going at first, but with gradual and increased pressure I was finally able to force my hand into her cunt. I thought it was sensational, especially as I had a pretty big fist, not so Tracey who chose that moment to pass out. "Wake up Tracey! How can I enjoy it if you're unconscious?" I slapped her face several times and withdrew my hand. "Maybe I'll have just as much luck fist-fucking your arsehole. It's a much tighter entrance which will mean more work," I used the thumb and index finger of one hand to separate the cheeks of her arse, "but that'll be okay because that means the pleasure will be so much greater." I started working first one, then two and finally three fingers of my hand into her rectum. She gasped as I worked them into her back passage and attempted to pull away from my hand as she fought to deny me access, but she soon realised it was useless as I pushed until I was able to begin the insertion of my little finger. "You can't do any more you prick! She was screaming at me, the tone of her voice begging me to stop as I pushed harder until my thumb was touching the puckered surface of her anal entrance. "NO! NO! NO!" she screamed. The terrifying blood-curdling sound of her voice must have travelled on the slight breeze and reached the farthest corners of the woods as somehow I managed to push all four fingers and thumb inside and slowly but surely, fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch the rest of my hand as well. "You're right you know Tracey, I am a prick. But I'm the prick that's in control, and do you know why I'm in control?" There was no answer because she was too busy screaming, too busy with the pain that must have been burning through her sphincter muscles as they tore apart, as the blood flowed from the force, the pressure I applied. "Because this is a hobby not a habit, because this is something I do when the occasion arises, when the circumstances permit." I forced with all my strength and waited until I was in to the wrist before tuning my hand into a fist. The effort brought another scream, so loud and distressing it must have come from the very depths of her soul. Once in I was able to push my fist in and out of her severely stretched rectum with all of my considerable strength until she passed out for a second time. "Wakey, wakey." I stood over the girl pouring water from a plastic container onto her face. When she was awake I moved to the side and continued to talk to her. "You see I don't need to do this regularly." I thought for a moment and looked at my watch. "Hey I know, how about if I keep you company and tell you a couple of stories, don't you reckon that'd be fun? I mean it would be the least I could do before I cut you up a little piece at a time, don't you think?" "You're a sick bastard, why don't you just get it over with," she whimpered through the flood of tears pouring down her face. "No I'm not sick, I think sick suggests people who can't help themselves. But I can you see, other people have their little hobbies like photography, stamp-collecting and coin-collecting, some enjoy a variety of sports like golf, tennis, ten-pin bowling and the like. Me, I just like to hurt people like you who treat people like me badly. I'll even kill them if necessary. And unfortunately it's because people don't know the meaning of the word nice, the meaning of the commandment, and I hope I'm quoting it right because you'll gather I'm not the religious type, 'do unto others as you would have them do unto you, which is a shame especially for you! "Sometimes I even do it to people who treat others badly. As I've said it just depends on the circumstances and whether I can plan the game well enough, because in effect that's what it is, a game. You see you can't lead a man on and then break his heart causing him to commit suicide. Neither can you admit that Saturday didn't happen or that you didn't enjoy it. You can't allow me to use my money and my skill or good fortune to win five thousand dollars on the blackjack table and then deny you ever had it. And you certainly can't take advantage of me and then dump me for an ex-boyfriend who you finish up walking out on anyway. "You can say what you like about what I do it don't make no difference. In fact if I remember properly the first time was almost four years ago, two girls in Bacchus Marsh. Planned that well I did. Do you know I had to wait almost six months after what they did to me, but it sure was worth the time spent on the preparation." "You mean... ?" I saw Tracey go white and then green as she obviously began to recall details of what had been a major news story for months afterwards. "I know, you'd like to know what they did to upset me wouldn't you?" She looked genuinely horrified. "Oh fuck me! If you're responsible for what happened to those two girls then..." "I met the first girl at a bowling alley. I was playing a machine and she was on the one next to me and having trouble. Well you know how things go, I helped her out, we got talking and finished up back at her place." "What was she fucking blind or something?" I punched the girl hard on the nose causing it to break and her to scream yet again. "You know you've got an awfully big mouth for a girl in your position, now I suggest you shut it otherwise things will get painful a lot quicker than you'd like. "Now back to the story. I'd barely walked into the house hardly had time to find out she had a flatmate when something hit me over the head. The next thing I remember was waking up on a flat piece of waste ground somewhere in the northern suburbs without my wallet or the thousand dollars in it. "You see that's the part of the story the papers could never tell. Oh they were full of stories told by their friends and family saying how they were basically good girls who were just a little misunderstood, but there was never any mention of my thousand dollars, or of the many other guys they'd obviously done this to. "Anyway, I guess they thought they'd seen the last of me, but they forgot one thing, I knew where they lived. All I had to do was make sure they didn't change addresses, which it turned out later they did quite frequently skipping out on leases and leaving rent unpaid so they could avoid potential repercussions from some of their victims. Guess they didn't regard me as any sort of a danger, as someone who would look for revenge. Boy did they ever make a mistake. So after that it was simply a matter of learning their every move. That was how come it took six months before I could decide on a suitable plan of action. "Once I'd worked out a day, time, course of action and materials I'd need there was no time to waste. Dressed the way I was when I grabbed you tonight and armed with a glass cutter I began a check of the windows hoping to see one with a key in it. And wouldn't you know, they left a key in the window of the dining room which just happened to be the farthest point of the house from their bedrooms, and because the bedrooms were at the front of the house, the street as well. Now why on earth would people go to the trouble of having locks on their windows, locking them and then leave one of the keys in the lock. I mean doesn't that defeat the purpose? "Once inside I decided to wait for one of them to come out of their bedrooms. You see I'd discovered they were both regular visitors to the bathroom during the night. It took only fifteen minutes before my patience was rewarded and the first girl, the one I'd originally met, walked out of her room and into my arms and a face full of chloroform. "Before I examine her fully I tied up her hands and feet to one end of the bed, much the same position as you're in now. Then I rolled up some old newspaper, shoved it into her mouth and taped it up. By that stage of course my cock was ready to do the business. But I don't think I'll waste your time and mine describing what I did then, I reckon you'd already have a fair idea what that was wouldn't you? Let's just say that I decided it was best if I undressed, not only because of the business but because of the blood that was going to be spilt. "I could tell you about her though couldn't I? She was good looking even if a little too skinny for my taste. I mean don't get me wrong I enjoyed looking at her naked body, especially her tits. They were kind of smallish compared to yours but they were firm and inviting in their own way, inviting enough for me to want to give them the touch test. She had a lovely flat stomach too, slim hips and dancer's legs. She was tall you see, about five foot nine. Don't suppose I'd have to tell you what was next do I? Boy was she small, and because she was so small it hurt. Oh, and she was dry down there, guess that's why it hurt so much when I hammered it home in one single thrust more or less like I did with you. I don't suppose that would have caused any of the pain, what do you think?" She made no attempt to answer, didn't even move her head. "Well you don't have to answer if you don't want to. Anyway, all the while I was fucking her I was listening for a sound from the other front bedroom, I mean I had to be careful didn't I? Eventually of course it came. "You know it's good when people get up in the middle of the night and go to the bathroom, makes it so easy to wait outside for them when they come out. Well if you remember the story you'll know that I didn't take her back to her room. I mean what was the point, it was only going to create more work for me, so I simply stripped her naked like her flatmate, tied her to the other end of the bed, stuffed her mouth with more newspaper and taped it up same as I did the first one. The problem was of course that they had four orifices. Do you like that word? It's better than opening or aperture don't you think? Anyway I had to think of what I could do to fill these orifices, I mean with only one cock I was kind of outnumbered. That's when I decided to check the fridge in case their was anything I could use. You know the sort of thing, a length of salami, cucumber, maybe a banana or anything with a similar shape. Now wouldn't you know it, they were into salads and healthy foods, so guess what I found in the fridge?" She tried to say something but nothing would come out. "No it's okay Tracey you don't have to guess I'll tell you, I found four cucumbers and one huge long thick piece of salami fatter than my fist, and you know how painful that was don't you? "I'll leave you to guess what I did with the cucumbers. The salami, which was twice as thick as the thickest cucumber, I kept in reserve for later, you know in case I got a little hungry. After that I decided it was time to make the punishment fit the crime, and you do remember what that was don't you?" "They stole a th-thousand bucks from you." "Good girl. And what do you suppose a fair punishment is for something like that?" She shook her head. "Well I'll just have to tell you won't I. Did you know that in the middle east if someone's caught stealing their hands are cut off, if someone's caught committing rape he's castrated etc, etc." I looked at the girl and smiled. "Well I couldn't really do that now could I, not and keep them tied up the way they were. So I did the next best thing, I tried cutting off a finger of the first girl one at a time using this same knife." I showed her the one I'd held against her nipples. "Wasn't easy sawing through fingers like that though, so I went to the kitchen in search of something that would make life easier. And guess what I found?" I waited for a response but there was none this time either. "What don't want to know? Well can't say as I blame you but I'll tell you anyway, a meat cleaver and a cutting board. "It was the simplest thing for me to hold her wrist and the board in my left hand while I used the cleaver in my right. The last three fingers of her right hand came away easily and the first — the index finger — was hanging half off. A second cut was enough to get rid of it and the thumb, enough to make me hungry. But I didn't want the salami, no I wanted some cucumber. Nice taste too when it's coated with pussy juice, that's when I thought about forcing the salami in there. Could create a whole new experience don't you think, the very latest taste sensation. Could you imagine setting up a restaurant and having everything coated in different flavoured juices and cum. Just think of it, a line of cocks and cunts all supplying cum and pussy juice ready to mixed with our own very own eleven herbs and spices. "Anyhow that's my imagination for you, but back to the story. It took a while and I had to bring up some blood to do it but I managed to force the salami into the first girl's cunt. Now THAT was going to be a taste, a little pussy juice mixed with blood and the natural hot taste of the salami. I took a bite and, WOW, talk about tangy. But one bite at a time was enough so I simply shoved it back inside while I repeated the exercise with the cleaver and chopping board on her left hand. By this stage the girl was unconscious, but do you know how much blood their was? Not that it really mattered, I mean all I was wearing was the rubber gloves I'd had on from the start. "Then it was time to concentrate on the other girl. Now she was a bit more like you in the tit department, and she had plenty of meat around the hips and a bigger cunt. Well it must have been bigger, 'cause when I took the cucumber out of her pussy and shoved the salami in she didn't even bleed. Her cucumber had a slightly different flavour, it was a little saltier, a little tangier. In fact she was so nice I had to remind myself of what they'd done and how she must have been the one to hit me over the head. "Anyway a few minutes later her hands were minus all her fingers and thumbs and the bed-head, bed clothes and some of the wall were covered with more blood which was even beginning to cover me. "The question was what to do next." I looked at Tracey. "I mean apart from stealing my money they had both fucked around with me and caused me to get hit over the head. For that I owed both of them. "Do you know how easy it is to slice flesh with a knife like this, to cut nipples off in one smooth motion?" I saw nausea on a face that was white with fear. "Before I do it to you though I'll get some stuff so you don't bleed too much. And you don't have to worry I won't hurt you any more than I have to because I've got lots more to tell you. "Eight fingers and two thumbs were in a pile on the centre of the bed, four quick cuts with the knife and I added both girl's nipples to the pile. Then I went back to the first girl, took out the cucumber I'd replaced in her vagina, swapped it with the knife and sliced up until I reached her rib cage. Do you know how much blood came out then? No? Oh it was lots, a virtual flood. After that she wasn't suffering any more, and neither was the other girl when I did it to her. Made me hungry doing that though, so I ate the cucumbers that had been in the girl's cunts. I mean I thought about eating the other two but I don't really think that shit-coated cucumber would taste very nice, do you? "Once I'd finished with the cucumbers I cut off both pairs of hands and had a shower." I looked at Tracey and smiled. "What do you think Tracey? Do you think it was a little over the top, do you think I got a little carried away, a little like 'Jack The Ripper'?" I shook my head. "No I don't think so." "You mean you did all that because of what they did to... ?" "Of course I did!" I grabbed Tracey's nipples and pulled hard causing her to scream. "I mean people just have to learn they can't treat people like that." ------- Chapter 5B: Monday January 24: Part Two I moved behind Tracey, re-inserted my cock into her rectum, forced it all the way back home in one sadistic stroke and rested there on the fleshy cushion of her bottom as I began to toy with her vagina. "It was something like three and a half years before something quite like that happened again and this time I had an assistant. My father!" I saw her shocked expression. "Yes it's good to have a father who shares your likes and dislikes, you see like me he thinks that people have to live up to certain standards of behaviour. "Now if there were no cock-teasers, no rapists, no thieves, thugs, murderers or con-men then we wouldn't have anything to do. You could say that we're a two man vigilante band, with the help, of course, of some loyal and well-paid employees. I guess that makes us a sort of judge, jury and executioner. "There's just the two of us though because mum's dead. I guess you could say she had a kind of 'accident', which was just as well really because she never did see things from our point of view. "Now where was I? Oh yes, the next episode with my father. "We went to this house which looked old but solid. It was being used as a squat by a gang of kids, although thugs would be a more apt description, especially when you consider that we found out that the young family who the house belonged to had conveniently disappeared a little while before they took over the house. They were just a group of young people who drifted together to get away from their parents, family and community responsibilities. They didn't rely on government assistance for their drugs, booze and food, choosing instead to use more violent means to get what they wanted." I looked at Tracey's expression, it said how could I possibly refer to them as thugs. I felt that needed some explanation before I continued. "Understand they were worse than us, they almost certainly did in that young family. They did it to anybody young or old, kids or pensioners, girls or women, boys or old men, and they didn't need an excuse. But fuck it that's enough of that, I mean it's not as if I really give a fuck what a cunt like you thinks. "This house was conveniently out of the way, which was obviously the reason behind what they did to that family. It was situated on an overgrown country property. Terrible place it turned into after this gang had been in it for a while. There was grass and weeds higher than the first steps leading into the house. There were crushed cans, smashed bottles and empty syringes either side of the broken pathway that gave some indication as to their lifestyle. Now before you ask what it is they did I'll tell you, we supplied them with certain goods and services and they neglected to pay. That is of course apart from what they obviously did to that poor young family. And of course we owed them for what they did to young and old people to get the money to pay us. I mean why didn't they rob businesses and banks and the like, like most criminals, why didn't they rob the rich, like Robin Hood did? "We pulled up in a panel van similar to this one," I pointed behind the girl, "and only expected one of the group to be home if our information was correct. "Now when the two of us are out on a job my father's always in charge, naturally. A man of medium height with a solid build, my father's deceiving because he's in his fifties, has grey hair and is always smartly dressed in well-tailored clothes. "As he stepped out of the van I watched him put a knife and a gun into the inside pocket of his grey sports jacket, a pair of handcuffs into another and a cut-throat razor into a third. Once he was out of the van I picked up a hold-all containing a small rubber ball, some masking tape, a long thick piece of rubber and several lengths of rope before following him into the house. "We had no need for disguises because the house was all on its own so we made an odd couple, me in my blue denims following my old man with a pair of creased black pants to match his jacket. We tried the door expecting it to be unlocked, it was. Then we moved quietly through the house checking the two front bedrooms first. Both were surprisingly tidy, contained the barest of furniture but no people. Back into the hallway we walked over the dark dirty carpet, making slow progress as we tried to make as little noise as possible. "As the passageway turned left then right towards the kitchen we passed what must have been the bathroom. I went to investigate but decided against it because of the dreadful odour, choosing instead to follow my father into the kitchen. Being several steps behind my father proved, on this occasion, to be somewhat fortuitous when I saw a huge hairy looking man step from the shadows, kitchen knife in hand looking as though he wanted to murder my father. "Before the man had a chance to do anything I pulled the rubber truncheon from the bag, quickly smashed down on his wrist, followed that with a right foot to the testicles and a knee to the head which laid him flat on his back, then I stepped behind him, pulled him up by his hair and pinned both arms. "'That was a silly thing to do' my father said to him as he pulled his knife out and allowed the point to rest against his throat 'my son's got a vicious temper when people try to harm me'. "We took him into the combination lounge-dining room, or at least it would have been if it had contained any more furniture than three plain chairs, a wooden packing case for a table, a couple of bean-bags and a portable television. I used all my strength to pull him kicking and shouting over to one of the chairs and held him fast as my father used rope to secure first one ankle and then the other to the front legs of the chair. Then I pulled both his hands through the back supports of the chair while my father put the cuffs on his wrists. "My father didn't do anything at first, he just looked at him checking his reaction. He was scared, but then they always are when faced with the two of us because our reputation always precedes us. "Then satisfied that the man wasn't about to move in a hurry my father took the cut-throat from his pocket, pulled the man's grubby sweatshirt away from his body, held the razor to it and sliced it open in one fluid motion before stepping away. "Can you imagine his reaction when he saw the blade?" I bounced up and down on Tracey's backside as I used three fingers of each hand to separate the outer lips of her vagina with such savage force that the loudest scream of the night echoed through the woods. "No he didn't scream but I'll guarantee he was as terrified as you are now. "My father told him how upset we get if people don't pay the money they owe. Now I was just a spectator at this stage as I watched my father move closer and put the tip of the knife into the nostril of the man who was really beginning to panic now, hardly daring to take a breath. "You can smell fear did you know that? The expression 'his fear was palpable' certainly has a ring of truth to it. Did you know it's also like an aphrodisiac, that to some people it's a real turn-on. You see scaring people is like sex, it's what gives you the most pleasure. The violence is merely the culmination, sort of like when you climax after you've given a girl a good fucking. "Anyway dad started asking questions, the easy ones at first of course. Ones like should we get paid for supplying goods and services? Naturally the guy nodded his head out of self-preservation. 'Good' said my father 'you're learning fast'. He did nothing for a while, just held the knife at the man's nostril as he waved the cut-throat in front of him. Eventually he asked if the guy thought we should have to make two calls to get our payment. This time he got a shake of the head. 'Very good' said my father again. 'And we'd probably have every right to be upset wouldn't we continued my father. When the man shook his head the game stopped. 'So why haven't we got paid?' dad finally asked in a menacing whisper as he ripped open the man's left nostril with the knife. "The man screamed for several seconds before he looked from me to my father, took a deep breath and told us he couldn't get the money because they had too many other problems. He shouldn't have said that, dad and I are alike you see, we both hate being fucked with." I looked down to where my cock was still balls deep in her arse and grinned as I fucked it a half-dozen times just to keep my cock hard. "You see we likes to be the ones doing the fucking as you might have noticed. "Anyway dad gave him a little nick in the other nostril with the knife as a reminder of what he did to the first one. Then he handed me the razor, told me to give him a little taste as a reminder of what cut-throats can do. "Do you know what's good about a cut-throat Tracey?" Not surprisingly she didn't answer. "Well I'll tell you, they are great for torturing people because you can make such fine cuts. And that's what I did, good fun it was too. I didn't so much smile as laugh at him while I grabbed a handful of the flab around his stomach and sliced twice, once above and once below his belly-button. Then I watched him as he inspected his stomach. When the blood began to appear from the wounds the man began to stammer and stutter until I grabbed his right ear and threatened to slice it off. That stopped his noise, and in a hurry too." I reached forward, grabbed one of Tracey's nipples, pulled it hard, held the knife against it and watched her expression change as she screamed. "Yeah he had that sort of expression, 'cept he didn't scream, at least not then. Not surprisingly, the man had a change of heart, told us there was money in his pockets, told us it was all he had. So I looked in his pockets, pulled out four twenties, two tens and a five before showing it to my father who shook his head in disappointment. Neither of us believed that was all he had, so I turned back and told him we had this funny feeling that there was some more money somewhere. Then I showed him the razor again, told him there would be an easy way or a hard way to find out. My father then pointed the knife to the same nostril he'd nicked before and told me to tell him about the last guy who didn't listen. "I grabbed the guys ear, rested the blade of the razor against it and told him how this old guy kept feeding us a similar story, told him how painful it got for the old guy, how every time he told a lie it had the opposite reaction to his ear than Pinocchio's stories had to his nose. Instead of growing bigger his ear would reduce in size when I sliced a piece off for every lie. I remember pulling this guy's ear firmly away from his head so it was easier to slice a piece off, remember being about to cut when my father stopped me so he could shove that rubber ball into his mouth and tape it up with some masking tape because of how loud they can scream. You know it's amazing what an effect that can have, certainly helped cure his memory. He told us about an old wardrobe in one of the front bedrooms, told us that if we wedged out the piece at the bottom we'd find an old briefcase in there. "While my father went down to the wardrobe I decided it was time to check out the bathroom, and boy did I have to hold my nose as I walked in there. The toilet bowl was full of shit and paper and insects, which to some degree explained the state of the bath. What it couldn't explain was why there was a naked girl, barely conscious and unable to move, lying in the water the colour of piss. Her face, arms, stomach and vagina was a mass of cuts, welts and dried blood. I was amazed that she was even alive. "I raced out of there wanting to vomit, but I swallowed it back, dashed to the kitchen for a drink of water, headed for one of the bedrooms, grabbed the cleanest dirty sheet I could find and with no explanation to my stunned father raced back to the bathroom. "An hour it took us to clean the girl, we had to treat her gently you see because one of her arms and both her legs were broken. We carried her out to the van, and while my father settled the poor girl in the back I returned to the house armed with the cut-throat and headed straight for the man in the chair." I stopped for a moment, walked to the van, went to the back, opened it up and pulled a roll of sticking plaster and some cotton wool from the first aid kit I kept in there. Then I went back to the girl, thrust my cock into her pussy in one savage thrust and fucked her for some two minutes before grabbing the knife in one hand, her nipple in the other and looking at her. She was accepting of my fucking now, both her holes were open enough to accommodate my cock with relative comfort, my fist had seen to that. "With the threat of the knife against Tracey's nipple I continued to relate the story. "I told this man how we get upset with people ill-treating girls, women, old ladies and children. Just like the girl we found in the bath. I asked him what they did, if they beat her for the fun of it when she didn't do what they wanted or if they did it just so she couldn't run away. Of course he couldn't answer, so I grabbed his nipple exactly like I've got yours and sliced sort of like this." I pulled her nipple and sliced in a spray of blood as she screamed. "Yours was easy Tracey, I mean they stick out so much. But I really had to make sure I had a firm grip of his nipple before I sliced." I cut off a length of sticking plaster with the tape, covered the area where her nipple should've been with some cotton wool and taped it up. "You know that's weird," said Tracey once she'd managed to calm down. "You slice my nipple off and then you cover it as though you care, why?" "Don't worry bitch, it's not because I'm feeling sorry for you, I just want to make sure you don't bleed too much 'cause I've got lots more to tell you. "So anyway, firstly I cut his other nipple off, and this time it was almost as easy as yours." I repeated the dose on Tracey's other nipple, covering her wound in exactly the same way. This time she didn't scream. "Good girl, if you don't scream I won't have to cover your mouth. You see I just happen to have one of those rubber balls and some masking tape in the van just in case you prove to be troublesome. "So next I grabbed his ear, Tracey, and sliced. 'Did you slice her like that maybe?' I asked him." And as if in demonstration I grabbed her ear, held the blade of the knife to it and made as if I was about to cut. I didn't though, instead I pointed the knife at her stomach saying to Tracey, "I didn't slice his ear though, at least not at that point. No, I asked him if perhaps he'd sliced her across the stomach, then I ran the blade across his as I connected the original two cuts I'd made before." I drew the blade slowly across Tracey's stomach leaving a thin line of blood. "His was a much deeper gash than yours Tracey, but I guess you'd understand if I told you that it still wasn't anywhere near good enough, you see I like the blood to really flow, so I ran the blade through a second time until it was literally running like a tap. "He didn't pass out and I liked that, but I could see he was in pain and I liked that even more. Tell you what," I began to slowly stroke my cock in and out of her cunt in an effort to maintain maximum stiffness, "how about I show you what I did next huh, would you like that?" Yes of course you would." I took the opportunity to withdraw from her, firstly because I didn't want to climax just yet and secondly because I wanted to go back to the van and get a rubber ball and the masking tape. I had figured it was time to get a little more serious and I didn't want the distraction of her screams. "Guess you've got some idea what's going to happen now don't you?" I waved the rubber ball in front of her. "I'll give you a chance to beg, how about it? You can tell me why I shouldn't do anything to you, what do you reckon about that?" "And you'd let me go would you? Yes I'll bet there'd be a real fucking big chance of that." "Let you go! LET YOU GO! Are you insane." I started laughing and couldn't stop for a full thirty seconds, almost choking in the process. "I mean that I'll make it quick, you know, I won't let you suffer any more than I have to." She spat at me for a second time. "I wouldn't give you the satisfaction. "Come on you fuck-ugly piece of shit what are you waiting for, I can take whatever you choose to do to me." She looked at me and laughed. "Come on, I'll even open my mouth for you." I watched as she held her mouth wide open in similar fashion to the Malcolm McDowell character in the 1971 Stanley Kubrick classic 'A Clockwork Orange'. "Well if you really insist Tracey." I took the ball and rammed it into her mouth before taping it up. Then I rubbed my partially deflated penis against her labia until it was fully erect again and I was able to put it back where I thought it belonged. "What do you suggest I do next Tracey? How about your ears?" I didn't even stop to think, I just pulled her ear out and sliced in one continuous motion until it came away in my hand. More blood, this time I used a larger amount of cotton wool and three big pieces of plaster to cover the wound and stop the bleeding. The girl hadn't been able to scream but she did succeed in making a combination of choking and gargling noises which sounded quite impressive. "Hey that did hurt didn't it. All right then tell you what I'll do, I won't cut the other one off just yet. Instead I'll finish off the story so that you can learn that my father and I are really nice people at heart. "So anyway, you'll gather by what I've just done to you that I sliced off both his ears, and after I did that I gouged out his eyes. Impressive effort that was, do you know how hard it is to do that? No I don't suppose you do. Guess he sort of fainted after that which gave me a chance to cut out his tongue. I suppose that sort of made him like the three monkeys. You know how it goes, 'Hear No Evil, See No Evil, Speak No Evil'. After that I must have got a little bored because I simply slit his throat and walked out. "All we had to worry about then was the girl. And considering the state she was in that would've been a major problem to anyone but my father. You see he always knows someone who can help him out, and that was the case here. A business acquaintance of his just happened to run an exclusive private hospital and, as is usually the case, owed him a favour. "You know things were touch and go there for a while, but thanks to some expert attention and the girls strong constitution she managed to pull through. "After that it was just a matter of time. You know it's amazing what a difference a fortnight and some tender loving care can make, especially when money's no object. "The first thirty-six hours had been crucial, what with the dressing of the wounds and the injections to stop the spread of any disease. Then there were her legs, both fractured in three places and her right arm with one clean break. "It was only on our sixth visit that we were allowed to take her home, and boy was that ever a performance, as I'll explain." I was barely moving inside of Tracey, stroking gently as I used all of my newfound willpower to avoid an unwanted climax until I was ready. Then I gazed at her and somehow knew that she was conscious despite her eyes being closed. "Being pretty yourself Tracey I think you might have appreciated the difference. You see as we looked at the girl we couldn't believe it was the same girl. Her hair, which had been so lice-ridden and filthy, was shiny and healthy and perfectly groomed. Her beauty that had been so unrecognisable was obvious to anyone now that the cuts and bruises had healed and the swellings had gone down. She was so peaceful, so different from the crying, screaming girl that had greeted us on every other visit. "You know, I remember looking at my father as we both looked at her in a comfortable bed with clean linen sheets and three fluffy pillows. I remember that she woke up and stared at us, remember realising that nothing had changed. Her eyes were wide-open and filled with a bitterness that only time could heal and she was certainly quick to let us know her feelings. 'You two again' she said. 'If you're expecting any thanks for all this' she indicated the television, telephone, the flowers on the dresser and the expensive décor we had provided before she added 'you'll be here 'til fuckin' doomsday'. "I'd placed a hand mirror near her just in case she felt like seeing what changes there had been. She looked at it and then looked at us, 'think I'd want to look at myself in that' she said as she picked it up and pitched it against the wall above the dresser. "When it didn't break she turned to her bandages and dressing beneath a loose-fitting hospital gown and tried to rip them off. Having experienced this before dad and I were too quick for her, we both managed to stop her and hold her down until she was calmer. Under her assurance that she wouldn't do anything silly we both let her go. "My father retrieved the hand mirror from the dresser where it had landed and handed it back to her. This time she didn't throw it, instead she began to examine herself. She felt her shiny shoulder length dark hair, ran her fingers through it and smelled the bouquet of the expensive shampoo. She even began smiling, but not for long, when she realised it she stopped, examined her face and touched the two dressings that remained there. Then she fixed her gaze on my father. Her questions were typical of her aggressive nature and very much straight to the point. 'Where the fuck am I?' and 'how long am I gonna be here?' she asked as she gestured around the room and at herself. 'I mean' she continued 'I know you did all this'. Then she asked a whole heap of questions like why we'd do something like that for someone like her, or what did we want. "My father was astonished that she could possibly believe that we had an ulterior motive. 'Nothing' he said, 'absolutely nothing'. My father stood at the side of the bed near her and explained as best he could. 'We don't want anything' he insisted." I looked down at Tracey as I continued to gently fuck her. "Hell maybe we were soft, an easy touch Tracey, but we'd never leave a girl as hurt as she was, especially when she was in a bath like that with the possibility of catching heaven knows what. "Anyway my father sat on the side of the bed and told her we were just grateful she was alive and well. Not that she really believed that, she just used it as an excuse to insult us again. She told us all she wanted to know was when she was getting out and where she was going." By this time I was as hard as I had ever been, and so I stopped fucking and rested on the fleshy cheeks of Tracey's glorious arse. "That was the thanks we got," I said continuing, "but who was going to worry about that, I mean she was just upset wasn't she? "That's when my father called for the nurse and the doctor so he could explain the situation. It seemed the doctor agreed that under the circumstances it would be best not to hold her against her will, even if it was in her best interests. So he ordered us both out while the nurse changed her dressings and he gave her a final check. All she really needed he explained was plenty of tender loving care and a nurse who he would arrange to call in daily to check on her and if necessary to change her dressings." I couldn't help but laugh as I remembered what happened next. "You'd think it would've been easy to just get her downstairs wouldn't you Tracey? I was with the nurse when she began to wheel her out to the corridor and head for the lift. I guess dad and I both thought she might have something to say, but we certainly weren't prepared for the sort of comment or the hostility that surrounded it. Neither did we expect her to try and let the whole exclusive private hospital hear. At the top of her voice she screamed 'GOD I'VE BEEN IN THIS FUCKING PRISON FOR TWO WHOLE MISERABLE LOUSY FUCKING WEEKS! NOW I'M GOING GOD KNOWS FRIGGIN' WHERE!' She turned as best she could to the nurse who was wheeling her and in no uncertain terms asked where she was going. I answered her quietly, trying to imbue a sense of calm into the proceedings. I told her she was coming back to our place for some peace and quiet, told her we had a spare room already prepared for her, and all the best in clothes, food and medicine. "It just happened that the lift turned up at that point, which was unfortunate because the answer didn't quite satisfy her. 'Your place in a spare bedroom? What am I going to be, your personal fuckin' whore?'" I grinned at Tracey as I began to slide my cock into her with a little more force, as I made sure it rubbed against her clit with the intention of bringing her close to but just short of an orgasm which might have made her feel just a little better. "It just so happened that the lift was full of visitors, patients and staff. Of course that didn't stop her, neither did the shushing of my father or the nurse. 'Is that the payment is it? I get looked after as long as you and your father get to fuck me regularly'. She looked at me directly and grinned. 'Tell me are you going to wait until both my broken legs and my broken arm are healed? Or will it be like last time?' I mean tell me Tracey," I said as I stroked my cock in and out of her sopping wet pussy, wet I would guess out of no choice of hers, "what could I say to that?" I grinned. "Of course you're absolutely right, there was nothing my father or I could say. "Three days later my father and I were in the family room of our five bedroom farmhouse. Maria, our maid, was in the kitchen, free at last to fix the evening meal after finally managing to satisfy the girl's needs while my father and I were beginning to wonder just how long we would have to put up with the girl's antics, the insults and the screaming. "Then it came. 'Connie Smith'. It was out of the blue. After barely a civil word from our first visit to the hospital. She looked from me to my father still not smiling, but at least she wasn't scowling. 'The Connie isn't short for Constance and the Smith is real'. "I mean we were both stunned Tracey." I could see that she was making a real effort to appear interested, probably to put off the inevitable, not that it really mattered, so I simply continued on with the story. "I turned to my father sensing a change in the girl's mood. Too scared to ask any questions or make any comments we just sat back and listened as she told us what it was like to be alone in a crowded flat in a housing commission high-rise in Fitzroy. What it was like when your father came home drunk from the pub and started to do things that fathers shouldn't do to their daughters. She told us how she tried to fight him off, how she pushed, shoved and bit, tried to do all the things to protect herself because he was her father. She told us how smart he was, how he only did it when her mother was out. How with all of his strength he's soon doing more than touching. "She looked from one to the other of us as though she needed to explain. 'It's up to me, do you see?' she said as she leant forward as though trying to get out of the chair. We both put a gentle hand on her shoulder just in case, then we both sat back quickly for fear that she may stop telling her story. But we didn't have to worry, she simply leant back in the chair and waited for a coffee before continuing. "She told us how she had to close her eyes as her way of blocking him out. How she had to turn her head away just to keep from smelling the stale beer on his breath. She told us how in her eagerness to shut her father out she would just pretend that it was another cock, anything to get it over with. Anything that is until her hormones took over. "Oh she was quite open about it Tracey, told us about how she started to like it, how the nymphomaniac in her took over and she started to get so horny it didn't matter who it was she just wanted the fuck to go on forever. "You had to be there Tracey," I said as I slowed down again when I felt my climax approaching. "You had to be there to listen to the matter-of-fact way Connie told the story and you would have known it was the truth." 'I'll say it was the truth little brother, do you remember telling me about how it seemed so sudden when Connie changed her mind?' My friends return was sudden but considering past experiences hardly surprising. 'Of course I do, but what has that got to do with what she told us? I mean she had no reason to lie did she?' 'Of course not, but it's because I knew she was about to tell you the truth, because she had no complex, no hang-up where sex was concerned, only on account of you and dad being such a pair of horny bastards that I created a change in her. I mean she did deserve a little change of fortune, and even you two were a step up from her life to that point.' 'And I suppose it had something to do with you knowing you were going to be coming back didn't it? Maybe you did it because you were thinking ahead, thinking what it would be like for you, what it would be like to fuck her through me.' 'Naturally, though I did need a little help from the... er... boss on this occasion because like I already told you I normally can't do anything until you've been in contact with them first! I mean why should I deny it, it's not as if I have a conscience any more. You do, but that's not a problem because though the really evil side of your psyche is normally buried too deep to be of any concern to the outside world I can always find it if I have need of it, as I do tonight. Anyway that's not really the point, the main reason I interrupted you was to tell you that you are doing a really fine job, especially as you're lasting so long fucking this girl, so what more can I say except keep up the good work.' Deciding that a change was as good as a rest, particularly when it came to maintaining my high level of excitement I removed myself from her vagina and casually slotted my cock back in her anal passage as I continued with the rest of my story. "You see she told me the truth Tracey, and there were no airs and graces, what you saw was what you got, and she gave it with both barrels. Still does." I smiled as I gripped her ribs at the base of her breasts to steady myself. "But that's another story. "Anyway back to this one. We watched as she picked up her coffee, but she was shaking so bad my father had to take it off her as she continued her story. She told us how when she was scared and 15 that her father kept threatening to harm her little brothers if she didn't give in to him. It was her belief that her father would be capable of such violence that stopped Connie from dobbing him in to her mother, her own personal experiences at his hand that made her believe that he would carry out those threats. "Then one day she told us that the inevitable happened, that there was a strike at the factory where her mother worked and she arrived home earlier than expected. She said that they never heard her until she was standing in the doorway screaming. "At least she was open and honest about her life to that time, and that really is the point Tracey, she told us the truth good or bad. She told us how it was too late by then, how she was like an alcoholic after that first drink, how her hormones took over and her father's cock could have been any mans. "Connie told us how her father blamed it on her, how she was like a bitch on heat and simply couldn't get enough of it, how her mother looked at the way she was fucking back against his thrusting cock, believed him and not her and kicked her out. She told us how she hasn't seen any of her family since that fateful afternoon." I looked at Tracey, noticed that she was starting to calm down, decided that that just wouldn't do and readied myself to do something about it. I picked up the knife, grabbed her other ear and before Tracey had time to react, sliced it off before covering the resultant wound with more cotton wool and three more strips of sticking plaster. "There," I said to Tracey as I fucked her arse a little harder, "that's just in case you forgot what we're really here for. Now I'll continue the story of our girl Connie. You see just as she'd told us about being kicked out of home Maria came in and broke the mood by announcing that dinner was served. Connie, a little more cheerfully than either my father or I expected, announced that she was starving and could we wheel her into the dining room. "Nice place we live you know, it's more like a farm house than a manor house. It has five bedrooms, three of them en-suite, separate kitchen and dining room, a formal dining room, study, a formal lounge and games room. It even has a covered patio, a large, heated, in-ground swimming pool and a spa. You'd have like it Tracey and under different circumstances you might have got to see it. "Anyhow," I said as I bounced on and off the soft cushion of her bottom and began to play with her breasts, "to cut a long story short she asked us to undress her and run a bath after we'd finished dinner so she could have a nice long soak while she finished her story. All she wanted she said for the privilege was a plastic penis. That was when the shock registered, you see it didn't occur to her that we wouldn't have anything like that in the house. Didn't take us long to find something though, you remember that rubber truncheon type thing we keep talking about? Yes of course you do. We placed her in the bath carefully and then I asked her if she could take something that long and thick. She just smiled when she saw it and said 'fuck that should be a challenge' before looking down at herself and asking if we liked what we saw." I decided then that a little extra care was needed more than an unnecessary climax on my part and so I withdrew, put my clothes back on, pulled a collapsible style canvas chair out of the van and sat by her side before starting my story again. "You know when she asked us what we thought, what could we say? I mean she was a self-confessed sex addict and beautiful beyond anything we could dream of. Everything was healed, the bruises, cuts and welts were all gone. Only the broken legs and arm remained, and time would take care of that. "Do you want to know what she looks like Tracey? Don't suppose you would, would you? Ah what the fuck, I told you about the other two I may as well tell you about Connie considering how special she is. She's got long black shiny hair, chestnut brown fuck-me eyes, a trained throat that can take any sized cock with comparative ease, 38-inch breasts with a DD-cup that showcases the most spectacularly curved and sexy body I've ever seen. And best of all she was staying at our house with nowhere else to go. I mean what more could my father and I want." I began to wonder what I should do next. Both nipples and both ears were a good start but I needed to do something else, something out of the ordinary. Then it hit me as I looked between her legs at her pubic hair, I could give her a nice close shave with my knife. To make it easier I decided to untie her legs and retie them to the original two trees. Finally after two or three minutes I was ready. "You know what I'm going to do now Tracey? No! Well I'll tell you, I'm going to give your cunt a shave. I promise I'll do my very best to take just the hair, but of course you know how these things happen sometimes, especially without cream. Well anyway here goes nothing." I grabbed as much of her hair as I could and sliced it with my knife, which of course wasn't designed for the sort of close shave I was giving. "Whoops, sorry Tracey, guess it slipped a little." I couldn't help but smile as I saw a small piece of hair and flesh in my left hand, smile as I saw the blood from her wound begin to mix with the rest of her hair. "Guess I'll just have to try little harder," I said over her muted cries of pain. It took less than five minutes to take off all her hair, and in some cases I even managed to leave some skin behind. Then after I finished I covered that area with cotton wool and sticking plaster as well. "There." My smile this time was one of disinterest as I sat back in the chair. "That should at least stop the bleeding until I take it off. Now back to the story about Connie, it should help me get turned on enough to... er... well you'll find out soon enough. Anyway back to our little girl in the bath. In the forty minutes she was in the bath she had us washing her while she was pleasuring herself with the truncheon and telling us the rest of her story. Telling us about how the last five years had treated her. How she spent most of the time on the streets doing anything, fucking anybody rather than face going back to her parents. "She told us how sometimes she'd ask people for cash just to get coffee or something to eat and how most of the time they were really good, especially old people who, even if they only had a few dollars themselves, would always give her a couple of coins. "Most of the time though Connie told us how the only way she ever got food or a place to sleep was because of what was between her legs. She said it would've been okay if she'd got to fuck the guys she wanted to but she never did. She said she was insatiable where fucking was concerned Tracey, and my father and I began wondering how the two of us were ever going to satisfy her. "We took a break then, drying and dressing Connie before putting her back in the chair and wheeling her to the games room where my father and I played a game of snooker while we listened to the remainder of her story. "It turned out it wasn't long before she met a couple of guys named Spike and Logjam. Both of them nasty pieces of work who went around tormenting, beating up, robbing and or raping anyone they didn't like. "You know it's funny how kids are like that these days, must be something to do with unemployment, no money and stuff like that. Anyway, she told us how this Spike was the boss, how he was hooked on a fair mix of drugs. From just plain grass and pills like PCP, all the way to cocaine. She told us how Logjam was a big ugly looking fucker with a pimply face and a mop of dirty black hair, how he got his name because of the thickness and length of his cock. "Anyway that was where we found her. She told us quite plainly that the next step after what they'd already done to her would have been the last. 'What it comes down to, ' she said 'and I know I wasn't exactly grateful, is that if it wasn't for you I'd be awfully fucking dead by now'. "We asked if the guy we found there was the one called Logjam. She asked us to describe him, and when we told her he was big, fat and hairy she said it was neither, said it was somebody who went by the name of Gorilla. She also told us there were two others in their little family. Braindead, so named because he let other people do his thinking for him, which made him extremely dangerous, and who once they wound him up and let him go was capable of anything. And Big Bertha who was sort of like a Dolly Parton with attitude. "My father then asked how a girl like Connie could fit into a group like that, what she could possibly have that they could want. When she laughed we realised the stupidity of the question. Of course she was just a fuck, someone they could stick their dicks into. Really you didn't have to be a university graduate to work that one out Tracey or the answer to the next question, which I asked anyway, just to hear Connie's answer. And very matter-of-fact about it she was too. She told us it was fine, that she got to like it because she was kind of addicted to sex, that she liked it, couldn't get enough of it. That is until the violence started. "Apparently that's when she made the mistake of trying to run away, that was how come we found her in the bath in the condition we did. She said they would never let her go voluntarily because she knew too much about their drug deals. "You've got to know what effect that had on us Tracey. We suddenly realised that this wasn't just any girl we'd saved from a fate worse than death, this was a girl who belonged to a dangerous group of people who would almost certainly do anything to get her back!" There really wasn't much else to tell about the story so I looked at the girl, looked at what I'd already done to her and decided that the whole scene was getting a little boring. I tore away all the plaster and cotton wool with as much savage force as I could muster. Then I slit her throat and thought of a number with a moment of inspiration. I stabbed her thirteen times in the chest and smiled. People would find all sorts of reasons for that number of wounds especially as most were around where Tracey's nipples once were. There was one final thing to do, I walked over to the van and found a plastic bag which I took over to the body. Into the bag I placed the pieces of sticking plaster and cotton wool, the tape off her mouth and the rubber ball. The bag I placed on the front seat, the rope and knife I returned to the back. I looked back at the girl as I prepared to drive off. "Didn't you know all you had to do was smile nicely, say that you weren't interested, that I wasn't your type and I would have left it at that and gone home to Connie. Instead you had to lie to me." I smiled as I put the van into drive. Just then the dizziness I was beginning to get used to returned, once again it was only fleeting. 'Before you drive off little brother I suggest you take a good look at what you've just done.' It was the voice of my brother back again. I put the van into park and turned around. The girl had to be here somewhere, after all I'd been with her at the hotel. Finally I decided to step out of the van. When I did, one look was enough. 'The last thing I remember was leaving that hotel. Surely you're not telling me I did this are you?' There was a slight sound of panic in my voice. 'You're not telling me that I cut this girl up, I wouldn't do that not without good reason. I mean Jesus Colin you have to know that Saturday night at the night club and tonight at the hotel wouldn't have been a good enough reason for me to do something like this.' 'Of course I do Winston, but I didn't need a reason. Oh I had one with Tracey, as I told your other self, and as I'm now telling you, this bitch was responsible for a friend of mine committing suicide. As for you having a conscience about what you did to this girl I had something to prove to you. You remember me saying that I had some further lessons for you, that it was I who controlled how she felt, don't you?' I nodded my head, I had a sickening feeling that I knew what had happened. 'You're absolutely right little brother I did make you change. You remember those split seconds when you feel dizzy don't you?' I nodded again. 'And you remember me telling you about something that's hidden deep in your subconscious don't you?' Once again I acknowledged my brother. 'Guess it must be a little bit of a shock to discover that you did something like this, but it must be even more of a shock to discover that I couldn't make you do what you did to this girl unless somewhere deep down you were capable of it. Of course ordinarily you wouldn't because like most people you have certain standards of behaviour that keep your dark side repressed. But of course that's not reckoning with somebody like me, once I know what's hidden deep down I can override it and bring your cruellest feelings to the surface.' I listened patiently as he explained in detail everything that had happened from my last memory back at the hotel. Listened as he explained about how I'd seen what Bristoll had done to a girl called Alison Braithwaite, how I'd remembered the incident with him that had lead to his eventual murder. Finally I listened in horror as he described in detail my mutilation of Tracey Carpenter. 'What I can't do of course--' continued my brother '--is find an easy way to solve the problem of Nathaniel Bristoll. However I do have a plan, it's rather more complicated than I would like and it's going to take a little longer to pull off, not that that should present any problems. However for the moment it's back to the business at hand, nobody knows you are here and if you leave now nobody will. And don't worry about any tyre tracks you might leave or any thoughts about changing them, it won't be necessary.' I walked back to the van. 'But what about them? I mean won't they take a print of them, after all my tyres aren't exactly your standard issue? Shouldn't we change them with the four in the back after we leave here?' 'Well I suppose so, if your desperate to expend that sort of energy unhooking them from the side panels and are willing to waste that much time, but you really don't need to because the rain will take care of it.' I looked up at the sky as I got back in the van, it was cloudy but they looked too high. And anyway there was enough stars around that rain looked unlikely. 'Don't look to me as though there's too much rain in them clouds.' I should have known better, half a kilometre down the road it started, and the pouring rain made me smile. 'All right you win.' 'Hey relax will you Winston.' My brother must have been reading my mind again. 'Nothing is going to happen, nobody will discover the body for a while, and even when they do there won't be enough clues to help the police solve the murder. And it'll remain on their books just like the murder of the two girls in Bacchus Marsh that you owned up to Tracey about.' Now I really was in shock and this time I spoke out loud. "FUCK! You didn't tell me about that! That was you, you did that. Dad and I may have helped to a degree but you did the killing. Tell me what else did I own up to?" 'Don't worry the only other one you owned up to was that one a little over six months ago where you killed that guy at the old farmhouse where you found Connie, and you were responsible for that weren't you? But don't worry about it, the dead can't talk can they?' My brother must have sensed my doubts because he was quick to try and appease me. 'Trust me I'm a one off, and though there have been others in the past that I might tell you about sometime, in Tracey's case it will be true.' 'Okay, considering everything else I have to believe you, the question is what do I do now?' 'Go home of course. Tomorrow you'll go down to the bowling alley. There are three leagues resuming next week after the Christmas break, Monday, Tuesday and Thursday nights. Now it just so happens that they each have a single vacancy and you can believe me when I tell you that they won't be filled until you apply tomorrow morning.' 'Why ten-pin bowling? I only tried it once and it bored me fucking stupid. And anyway it's not as if I'm any fucking good at the game.' 'You will be believe me, and as for why, well let's just say that bowling isn't the main purpose of the exercise. But don't worry about it for now, all will be revealed in good time.' ------- Chapter 6: Monday January 31: Anne Bingham On the day I went down to the lanes it was exactly as Colin had predicted, I was able to book into those three leagues without any trouble at all. While I was there I decided — well I suppose my brother did really — that it would be a good idea to look the part. With that in mind I bought top of the range balls — two of them — and shoes in the pro shop leaving very little change out of a thousand dollars. I had the balls drilled on the spot and then played five games while I was there. With the help of my brother every one of them was better than two hundred which, he informed me because I was totally ignorant about the game, was the standard good score. Now here I was on a Monday night at eight-twenty sitting at the back of lanes three and four sipping a cappuccino and talking to the three people in the team I would be bowling with. It wasn't long before the other three began to get ready. Naturally being in strange surroundings and knowing my brother was around I couldn't resist asking a couple of questions. The usual vain stuff like what they thought of me. What was their opinion of my possible use to the team. 'You know sometimes it may not seem like it little brother but there are some genuinely nice people in the world, and the older guys are two of the nicest. As for the young one he's simply reserving judgement on your bowling. If you produce the goods nothing else will concern him.' 'And I will?' 'Really Winston what do you take me for? Bowling is just an excuse, a means to impress. I mean you won't even have the opportunity to complete any of the seasons.' 'Impress who?' 'I wasn't going to tell you yet but I can see that you're getting a little impatient so just this once I will. A young lady is about to walk in for no other reason than simply as a way to pass the time and avoid going home any earlier than necessary. She had the idea of going to the pictures but she's not a big fan of movies, then she thought about going to the hotel but she isn't much of a drinker either. So given the limited choice of entertainment these days all that was really left was the one thing she really enjoys, playing video games in this centre. Hence the reason we've signed up for these three leagues.' 'Then she's... ?' "Winston it's your bowl." The voice wasn't that of my brother, it belonged to Adam Williams the older of the first two members of the team. They'd listed me to bowl third, after the two older men, both of whom averaged in the one-sixties, and before the younger guy who had an average of one-eighty-six. "Remember one thing Winston, we might be here to win but we're here to have fun as well. Some people..." I had a feeling he was referring to the young fellow. "... When things don't go well tend to bang things around, swear and blame anyone or anything but themselves." This time it was Bryan Adamson the well-meaning second bowler speaking after he and Adam Williams, the first bowler, had opened with strikes. "All you can do--" he said "--is the best you can." I knew he was saying that because of my appearance, thinking that I couldn't be built like I was an still be able to bowl well, which realistically of course, without my brother's help, was perfectly true. 'Well that's as may be little brother but I'll bet you'd like to show them wouldn't you?' I agreed in what was fast becoming my usual manner with Colin. 'You will, you will. If you follow my directions in exactly the same way you did the other day I promise I won't let you down.' I moved to the approach, picked my ball up off the rack, stood on the dot indicated by my brother, focused on the board two to the right of the extreme right dot and used the same three and a half step approach. I felt my thumb release a split second after the two middle fingers and waited for the result of the spin imparted by turning the ball as I threw it out on the lane for the extra speed and grip it would gain. With my brother more in control than I was I knew the result would be good, and so it proved. The ball began hooking two thirds of the way down the lane and hit slap in the one-three pocket giving nothing a chance of remaining standing. I turned, accepted the high fives from my team and walked back to my cappuccino. I was — not surprisingly — anxious to continue the conversation with Colin, anxious to know more about exactly what was going on. My intention was to pick up my question where I left off, but I didn't have to. 'Yes Winston, to answer your question this girl is going to have a great deal to do with our plans. Now I don't want you to look around but there's a shapely blonde over by the machines. You won't mistake her she's the only girl there. In between games she keeps an eye on the lanes looking for a guy that might attract her attention. Right at this moment she's focusing on the little smart-arse bowling last in your team, and he knows it.' 'So what do I do about it?' 'Nothing at the moment, just keep bowling and make your move when I say so. Oh, and you'd better remember one thing, she likes men with an air of confidence, with the demeanour and aggression of a person totally in control. Now she may not like the game but she likes men who are good at what they do. Now go up and bowl the next strike.' And I did, not only that but I followed it with three more before a nine spare broke the run of five. Another strike and a nine spare left me on one-seventy-nine after seven. The team was winning even with the prospect of a zero handicap for me and they seemed more than happy to have me as their fourth bowler. 'There, now she knows your abilities as a bowler Fred let's see what she thinks of you as a person, let's see if she likes what she sees.' The question came so automatically I couldn't help it. 'With or without your help?' 'Oh without of course. I mean I have to give you a chance to impress don't I Fred?' 'Another chance to embarrass myself you mean.' 'Maybe, maybe not. But whatever happens I'll guarantee you won't be embarrassed at the end of the night. I was even going to send you over now but we may as well wait until the end of the game. That way you can get yourself another cup of coffee and talk to her on the way back. Plus I'll be able to give you a really good finish and a little more to impress her with.' And what a finish it was, a strike in the ninth and the first two in the tenth gave me a finishing score of two-fifty-eight. The stunned expressions of my team-mates and the opposition gave me the strength to go over and face the girl. One look was enough for me to fall in love, one look was all it took for me to know I would do anything to have this girl love me back. I didn't care if it was for myself or because of something my brother did, I just wanted it to happen. "Couldn't help but notice that you were here by yourself, I'll be finished by a little after eleven, if you'd like to hang around we could maybe go for a coffee afterwards, what do you say?" She laughed. I'd hoped she wouldn't but once she did I wasn't upset because Colin had promised her to me. "You're serious aren't you?" Her tone was insulting, her expression said she couldn't believe that I'd had the cheek to ask such a question. "Well so am I," she added. "Now piss off!" 'Sorry little brother I guess you're not destined to win without my help.' 'Who gives a rat's arse as long as I get her in the end.' 'That's the spirit Winston, that's the spirit. And you will win out in the end, in fact she's probably having second thoughts right now.' 'Yes and in the meantime just what are my team-mates and the rest of the league thinking?' 'Does it really matter? Just accept it when I tell you that plenty of young men in here will be jealous of you at the end of the night. Meanwhile it's your turn to bowl, and don't expect to be too brilliant this time, after all we have to protect your average don't we?' My brother gave me such confidence I began to concentrate on the bowling and started to forget about the girl. And that's the way it stayed until I realised after a two-hundred and one second game and a three strike opening to the third that she was sitting behind our lanes applauding me every time I closed a frame. When I rolled a nine spare, three more strikes and finished nine spare, strike, nine spare, strike for a two-thirty-eight game and a six-ninety-seven series she couldn't contain herself and joined in the congratulations my team, the opposition and most of the rest of the league were offering. When everything had died down she whispered in my ear. "Forget about what I said before, I really like the way you handle those big balls 'specially as you're such a big man yourself, know what I mean?" 'Now tell her thanks but no thanks little brother, tell her you've changed your mind about the coffee and that you have somewhere you have to be in rather a hurry.' I did. 'And remind her that you did give her one chance but that she can see you here again tomorrow night if she wants to try again.' I did that too and then thought, 'You know Colin, I begin to understand why we took up this bowling business but if we succeed with this girl why do we need to continue?' 'You're right we don't need to, but we won't stop until the mission is completed.' I could feel the eyes of my team, and particularly our anchor bowler the young bloke, I knew they were stunned at the sudden change in this girl, at the way she'd come onto me after the initial rejection. But I knew they were more stunned at the way I'd simply walked out after telling her to meet me tomorrow night if she wanted to see me again. 'I must be crazy walking out on a girl like that when she's practically begging me to take her out. You know I reckon most of the league, my team especially, must think I am. And talking about that what must she think of me, I mean we didn't even get to exchange names did we?' 'What do they really know little brother? And anyway they'll be the ones with egg on their faces next week when you walk into the bowl with her. As for the girl, her name's Anne Bingham by the way, apart from her home life the only thing on her mind is you and the thought that you could be a way out of the miserable life she's leading, a way of getting her away from her parents.' 'You mean she needs us as much as we need her?' I was opening the drivers side of my white Ford Falcon panel van and about to look towards the bowl entrance. 'Don't look! Just take it from me that she's pulling a pen and a piece of paper from her handbag and making a note of your registration number. She's also heading back inside to check if you bowl in any other leagues, to see if you really do bowl tomorrow night. 'Now I want you to drive to Faversham Road, turn left, do a 'U'-turn and park facing towards Station Street. Then all you have to do is the same as last Monday night, close your eyes and let me fill your mind with pictures.' 'Is something going to happen to the girl?' 'You be the judge little brother, just don't close your eyes until the girl walks past.' I waited. It took several minutes but she did cross Faversham Road heading in the general direction of the railway line and the local station. Now I settled back in the seat, closed my eyes and waited. Gradually a vision of the girl came into my mind, she was walking slowly, even a little nervously, along Station Street. If I didn't know better I would have said she was scared to go home. 'She is! And if you were a girl and had a home life like hers you would be too.' 'You mean she... ?' 'Let's just say that I didn't pick Anne just for her heavenly beauty or her statuesque figure, I picked her because her background and upbringing are in many ways similar to Connie's. You see the two of them will get on well together, which is important. Anyway you'll find all that out in due course, for now though just watch.' She continued along Station Street, turned left into Montgomery, crossed over at an angle and entered Oakley Court. She didn't go straight home though, instead she waited near the corner taking several deep breaths as though she was building up the courage to take the last few steps. Finally she began to move slowly, every step taking her closer to where she lived and whatever was waiting for her. I couldn't help but wonder why she was putting herself through this, I mean she had to be 19 going on 20, surely at that age she could move out? Surely she didn't have to put up with whatever troubles there were at home? 'And just where would she go without any money? You see her parents take a very generous allowance out of what little she earns from a casual job at the local supermarket that wouldn't pay the average rent on a single bedroom flat. Besides, she hasn't got the strength of character to simply walk out. Anne is like all the women and girls in her situation, she has a basically submissive personality. Funny, it's the sort of thing I know now that I didn't know then. She's a little like her mother in that respect, that's why her father is able to dominate them so much. But that's where the similarity ends. You see Anne's mother blames her for any trouble she gets into and she becomes a tool for — well — you'll find out.' Anne Bingham walked into the driveway of a fairly ordinary looking block of flats three stories high. I watched her walk to the stairs between the first two ground floor flats and followed her nervous progress up the winding steps to the first floor landing. She walked out of there, turned left, stopped at the second door, opened it rather gingerly, and walked inside. Her father — well I assume it was her father — was in front of the television, in his hand was a can of beer, which — judging by the pile on the floor — was the latest of many. He looked around as she stood in the open doorway. "What are you trying to do ya stupid fuckin' bitch, let the cool air out and the hot air in? Now get inside, close the fuckin' door and get over here." It was as if somebody had turned up the sound on a television set. 'Hey how come I can hear them now? I thought you said that... ?' 'Yes well I just didn't want to show you too much too soon. Besides I figure you should hear the sort of things this girl has to put up with. Now settled back and be, I was going to say entertained but that would be the wrong word, maybe illuminated or enlightened would be better choices.' Anne shut the door but she didn't move any further into the room. It was clear from the reaction of her father that she was expected much earlier. "I was watching this game of..." "Always got some excuse haven't you, bitch. You ungrateful slut you're no better than your stupid fucking mother! Seems to me there's always somewhere else you'd rather be than in the heart of your family." "Heart, what heart?" It must have been automatic but it was going to bring trouble, that much was clear. "I see you've still got your big mouth," said her father with a loud drunken voice. "Now get over here you disobedient cunt before you make it worse for yourself." Anne Bingham looked to the doorway that led out to the kitchen and the picture in my mind followed. Her mother — a reasonable assumption — was standing there leaning against the doorframe with a tray, complete with a plate full of bacon, eggs and baked beans and another can of beer, in her hands. She was dressed in jeans and a jumper, unusual dress for what had been such a hot day. "Just do as your father says." She walked over to her husband and stood waiting. I saw now exactly what Colin was talking about. The mother was as downtrodden as the daughter, but when it came to sticking up for her against the father there was no question where she thought her allegiance lay. The father turned to Anne. "You were looking for boys to fuck more like it. You were hunting for cock, WEREN'T YOU?" It was a statement not a question. "We bring you up and give you a roof over your head. We feed you, clothe you, we even paid for your education such as it was, and this is the thanks we get." As Anne walked over to the father I could almost smell the beer on his breath. 'He's like this four or five nights a week Winston. The other times he's so drunk he can hardly move let alone stand. But they prefer it that way, at least then they get left alone. Why do you think Anne's mother encourages him to drink so much? You don't have to answer, that was a rhetorical question.' He was dressed in boxer shorts and a beer stained dirty-white vest. His aggressive manner and abusive language suggested the poor girl was in for a bad night. "Honest dad, I was just playing the machines and..." He screamed at her, "DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME!" Then in a more normal voice he said, "Now you know what to do." Anne Bingham looked at her mother, her expression was one of resignation as though she knew it was useless. And so it proved as her mother joined in the abuse. "Did you ever think of coming straight home from work? Maybe if you showed a little more consideration instead of running around trying to pick up every boy in town you might just stand a chance of getting a little better treatment." She put down the tray on the coffee table next to where Anne's father was sitting and slapped Anne once on the left side of her face. "Now you know what your father wants you to do." The girl positioned herself over her father's lap and reached to touch the floor with her hands while she waited for whatever punishment was coming her way. For a few fleeting moments nothing happened, then I heard a familiar slurping sound as her father took a long swig of beer before following it quickly with a very loud burp. Then I watched angrily as his hand rubbed gently across the fleshy pillows of her bottom and made a trail in the crack between her buttocks before continuing the circular movements with his right hand. She must have been as ashamed as I was nauseated, particularly if this was just the start. 'Why can't we fix this bastard now? I mean that's what my father and I are all about. You know, all the punishment to fit the crime thing; all the judge, jury and executioner bullshit. Now surely she needs our help, doesn't she?' 'And she'll get it, but all in good time. First Fred you have to see what happens, then you have to examine your feelings towards her. If they're positive, well then we'll take the next step.' It happened so suddenly the girl couldn't have expected it, I know I didn't. The rubbing turned to violent slaps in a split-second as he counted out twelve firm slaps on the centre of her bottom. But she didn't cry, it was as if she was determined not to give him the satisfaction. "Now get me another fuckin' beer." He picked up the tray from the coffee table. The vision followed her out to the kitchen where her mother was sitting at the table smoking a cigarette. She didn't even make it to the fridge before her mother started in a soft voice so her father couldn't hear. "Twenty minutes that's all it took before he started on me you no good fucking bitch." She took the can out of her daughter's hand and pulled the tab. "You can get him another." She took a long swig before putting the can down. "He didn't have you to pick on so he took it out on me." She lifted the jumper high exposing a fat belly overflowing the waistband of her jeans. Then she pulled her bra down below a pair of large, floppy breasts that had bruising, a few teeth marks and some spots where he'd clearly drawn blood. Her mother re-adjusted her clothing and pointed to the lounge room as she lifted the back of Anne's skirt and hit her twice on her already sore and bruised backside with a wooden spoon conveniently placed on the table beside her before holding it up for Anne to look at. "And he even found a good use for this, or at least the handle, because he didn't want to soil his cock by using it on my cunt." She put a hand in the middle of her daughter's back and pushed. "Better get going, he'll be waiting. And anyway, you know how hot you get for it once he gets started." Just as Anne's mother finished speaking there was a roar from the lounge. "WHERE'S THAT FUCKIN' BEER?" When Anne walked into the lounge room with the can of beer we both needed just one look. "No dad, not tonight dad! PLEASE NO!" Her father was sitting in the chair. Incredibly the plate was already empty and it and the tray were on the coffee table which had been pushed to one side, and his boxer shorts were lying on the floor beside the chair. It appeared Anne's mother was right, he was holding a condom in one hand and gently masturbating his erect cock with the other as he motioned for his daughter to move closer. Then just as Anne walked towards her father the vision disappeared. 'What... what happened?' 'Just the end of the second part of a mini-series, the concluding episode of which will be in just under seven weeks if things go as planned. For the moment it's so far so good. And anyway it's about time we went home, after all Connie will be waiting.' 'Oh of course, and it wouldn't do for you to miss out would it?' 'What do you think little brother, what do you think?' ------- Chapter 7: Tuesday February 1: Anne Returns The following day I turned up to the bowl at around twenty past eight and moved straight to the back of lanes and waited for the early league to finish. I didn't know if she would be there and I resisted the temptation to look, preferring to appear as if I wasn't in the least interested. 'Oh she's here Fred, there was never any doubt that she was going to be. Though she is starting to get a little concerned, starting to think that if you are curious about her then you're doing an awfully good job of hiding it. She's what you would call level-headed as far as her looks are concerned, but she does think that her well-developed figure, particularly her bust would be attractive enough to have you chasing her and not the other way round. I mean from her point of view you did make the first move before... er... shall we say backing down. To her that was the major surprise last night, because past experience suggested that somebody like you always found somebody like her difficult to walk away from, especially when your come-on, after the initial refusal, had been so warmly accepted.' 'So why don't I just walk up to her and put the poor girl out of her misery. After all I do like her already, and not just because of her obvious attributes either, though they sure help. No there's something about her make-up, her temperament that really does appeal to me.' 'Maybe it's simply that she has this tremendous appetite for sex?' 'Is that another reason why we... er... you picked her out?' 'Of course! That and the obvious uses of her submissive personality that has been so well beaten into her by her parents. And don't worry we will put her mind at ease eventually, but right at this moment I prefer to let her worry about why it's happening when most women wouldn't exactly fall over themselves to want to meet you. I prefer her to puzzle over why it's so important for her to get to know you. In the meantime it's your turn to bowl. Same deal as last night you follow my instructions to the letter and things will take care of themselves. After all you have developed something of a reputation, even after one night.' After being introduced to the other three bowlers, and after chatting for a few minutes I walked up to the approach, picked the ball I'd already placed there and obeying my brother's instructions to the letter bowled a strike, walked back and was about to mentally pose a question when Colin spoke first. 'Don't worry about Anne she's thinking about her mother, about how her father would beat up on her just because she didn't go home on time. Thinking about how it would serve her right because of the hiding she'd copped from her mother once her father had finished with her last night. She's thinking that maybe this is fate offering her a way out, telling her that looks can be deceiving. I guess what that really means little brother is that we're ready for the next step, ready for episode three!' Two hours and ten minutes later the time for action had evidently arrived, Anne Bingham walked out of the restaurant at exactly the time I walked past, stood directly in front of me, looked into my face and didn't hesitate. "Well here I am. You said last night to be here and now that I am the least you can do is buy me a coffee." Much to my surprise the members of my Tuesday night league played their parts perfectly with well-timed winks and nudges as they walked past me and out of the bowl. Apparently last nights events had become the talk of the bowl. 'I think you know what to do now little brother, and if you don't I'll soon put you straight.' I took her hand and dragged her into the restaurant. "All right a drink it is and then we'll get a few things straight." I sat her down in a quiet corner after signalling for two cappuccinos. "First of all I've never begged for anything in my life. After all I do seem to recall making the initial approach and you telling me in no uncertain terms to piss off." I stopped as the waitress came with the coffees and the bill. "Now seeing as you're such an expert at it I'm sure you recognise a brush-off when you're given it don't you?" She nodded her head took a slow sip of her coffee, put the cup down quickly and reached into her bag for a tissue to wipe a tear from her eye. 'She's confused Winston, not that you can blame her. You see she can't understand why she's crying now when she never once cried despite all of those awful things her parents have done to her over the years.' "The way you said it didn't mean brush-off to me." Anne looked up at me as a few more tears followed the original one. "You see I'm good at reading the tone of a person's voice and yours told me that I still had a chance even though you walked out the door and didn't look back." She wiped away some more tears on a fresh tissue, stood up and held up her hand as I tried to say something. "Let me finish, if I was mistaken and you're really not interested in me then I'm sorry for making the special effort, sorry for coming straight from work, waiting for you and embarrassing you in front of your team-mates." I reached across, took her hand in mine and laughed as I made her sit down. "I wouldn't call being asked out for a coffee by a girl as beautiful as you embarrassing. I'd say it was exactly the opposite, so don't get touchy." I held her gaze in mine for something like five or ten seconds. "You know Anne I really knew you'd come back searching for me, and don't ask me why or how, I just did that's all." "How did you... ? Oh who cares anyway." She started to get up again, it was as if she was trying to leave for a second time. "I'm just glad you think it's so funny," she said as something made her sit down again. "What more is there to say, I saw you bowling, liked what I saw and now I'm willing to do anything rather face going home to my parents." I grabbed her hand in mine. "You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that because I like everything about you Miss Anne Bingham." I acknowledged the questioning shrug of her shoulders by continuing. "I have to admit that I was looking for you, I mean who wouldn't, you're a stunningly attractive young lady. But I had to make sure you were the right one, make sure that you'd come back." Anne almost blew her stack. "You mean that you... you, and how did you know my name? I mean nobody here really knows me and as far as I know I'm a complete stranger to you." "Maybe I'll explain later, right now that depends on us. I wanted to go with you the first time you approached me, but I really did have to wait to see if you came back tonight, see if you were the sort of girl for me." I finished the rest of my coffee. "Besides how did you know there'd be a permanent place for you in my life, how did you know I wasn't living with my parents or another girl?" "Probably because you wouldn't have approached me if there was another girl, at least I didn't think you would. Though if I'm honest it never really entered my head. You know how it is, some things you just know." She stopped for a second, she was clearly unsure how to express the uncertainty that was in her mind, how to explain her behaviour. "I wish I could offer a clearer explanation than that but I can't. If somebody had told me before yesterday that I would have been behaving like some lovesick schoolgirl I would have suggested they were a beer short of a six-pack." I didn't have any trouble offering some sort of an explanation. "You just had this feeling that we were meant to be didn't you, that there was a sense of inevitability about us, come on admit it." She nodded her head slowly, uncertainly. "But why would you walk away from me after I'd changed my mind and approached you, why would you let me go back to... go back to... ?" "Your parents place? I had to don't you see, as a kind of test. Twenty four hours away from my influence might have made all the difference, might have made you change your mind and I needed to know if that was the case." "My parent's place?" If she was puzzled before she was doubly so now. "What could you possibly know about my family that could have any influence on us? And why the mystery, why all this cloak and dagger type stuff?" "What this is all about, what I know or why isn't important. What is important is that there are a lot more questions to answer, a lot of things you have to understand before you go home tonight, a lot of things for you to consider if we are to remain a couple." I paused for a moment and stared past her left shoulder as I considered what to say next. "I come from an unusual background and we, specifically my father and I, have to be a little careful about who we meet and bring home. I guess that we need to know if you would fit in with our rather unique lifestyle. Coming back tonight merely answered the first question." "And what about the other questions?" "I need another forty eight hours just to make sure about us, so be here on Thursday at eight thirty at the back of lanes nine and ten. If, or I should say when, you decide to come," I stopped and looked at her in earnest, "be prepared for absolutely anything, and I do mean anything!" And with that I walked out without looking back. 'What's she doing now?' We were parked in the same spot in Faversham Road as last night. 'She's still in the bowl, standing near the doorway and looking totally confused. She's trying to remember if she'd told you her name, which of course she didn't. She can't understand how you seemed to know it with such certainty. Of course that's just one of many questions that she's having difficulty finding answers for. For instance how can you read her thoughts? Why is she so attracted to you when there are so many good looking guys around the place, guys who would do almost anything to get into her panties? Why would she do anything you asked just to be with you? And finally how come you seem to know everything about her home life? Well you know don't you little brother.' 'Of course I do, but will she ever love me for myself without your help?' 'Maybe sometime. In the meantime all she can think about is you, the answers to those questions and how she's going to get them. I'd say there's little doubt that Anne Bingham will be back here on Thursday.' 'Then I have nothing to worry about do I?' 'So it would appear, now settle back and watch for her to cross over the top of the street. When she does wait fifteen minutes and close your eyes.' The vision followed its now familiar routine of a blurry long distance shot gradually coming into focus as the subject came closer and closer. By the time Anne had reached the flats it was around twenty to twelve, by the time she walked indoors it was ten minutes later and her mother was waiting with a belt in her right hand. I could sense the feeling of dread in Anne as she watched her mother hit herself on the left hand two or three times with a sharp crack. Anne's mother held out the belt in a menacing pose and motioned with that same left hand. "I thought your father might have been too drunk tonight, after all he was half-pissed when he came home and then he went straight to the fridge. I should be so lucky huh! Your father raped me, that is if a husband can rape his wife, there and then in the kitchen while his tea was heating up in the microwave. Then when you didn't come home for his second course he decided to take it out on me. Now I'm gonna do the same to you, so come and get your punishment, BITCH!" It was then that she turned to the wall unit and we both saw the masking tape on the middle shelf. "I-I'm sorry mum, they asked me to..." "Work late? Don't you lie to me you no good bitch. I phoned up. They told me you left right on time at seven-o-clock. You were at the bowl looking for men again weren't you?" Her mother walked over, took one swing with her left hand and connected with her right cheek. Anne said nothing, didn't even move her head. That only made her scream louder. "WEREN'T YOU!" 'Anne's thinking what's wrong with that? And she has a point don't you think? She's 20-years-old, works, votes and pays more than half of her wage, such as it is, in board. She has this crazy idea that those are good enough reasons to go out with guys her own age and find out what it's like to have sex with someone besides her father.' 'But I thought you only have one mission, and that until it's accomplished in one certain way nothing else matters?' 'Doesn't mean we can't hand out a little well-deserved punishment on the way does it? And I do want to extract some revenge for friends and acquaintances, now what's wrong with that?' 'Absolutely nothing of course.' When my brother didn't continue our... er... conversation, for the want of a better term, I turned my attention back to Anne and her bitch of a mother. Her mother had the tape in her hand now. "Take your clothes off!" When Anne hesitated her mother wasn't slow to give her a choice. "Would you like me to wake up your father so he can punish you? You know how cranky he gets when he's disturbed and I doubt that you'll want to risk that." I watched Anne's mother begin to apply several layers of tape over her mouth, and to my brother I thought, 'What's she thinking?' 'Whether she wants you, and whether she's ready to do as you ask no matter how excessive your demands may appear to be.' 'And did she answer her own questions?' 'Naturally. The answers as you might expect were yes to both.' I watched Anne undo the zipper at the back of her dress as Colin continued. 'She'll do anything to get out of that house as long as it's with you, now is that love or what? And like I said she really does hate her parents with a passion that almost borders on obsession. She hates her father for abusing her sexually and for making her somehow enjoy it when she knows it's wrong, and her mother for letting him, for being so weak that she considers keeping her father happy more important than their dignity. Most of all she hates them both for the punishments they are forever inflicting on her. And you know what's best of all? She's wondering if she hates then enough to really hurt them. And do you know what the answer is?' 'Tell me, tell me!' 'The answer is yes, yes she does!' I turned my attention back to the events in the Bingham flat in time to hear Anne's mother say, "Did you hear what I said?" Anne shook her head in response to her mother's question as she stepped out of her dress, which lay in a pool of cotton on the floor. "I said bend over the couch." The poor girl leant forward, pressed her fists into the couch and waited. The first blow with the buckle end of the belt wasn't hard, it was probably just to line it up. But the second must have stung judging by her reaction. By the time her mother got to the tenth Anne's hands were practically tearing up the soft fabric of the cushioned seats and tears were streaming down her face. In fact she was pressing so hard against the couch that she was nearly tipping it up. Miraculously her mother stopped then and allowed poor Anne to stand up. "Now get to bed, and don't bother having a bath or putting on any kind of cream, you can suffer the pain until the morning." With that her mother calmly turned and left the room. The vision followed Anne into the bedroom, watched her as she walked to her wardrobe, turned around and gripped the waistband of her panties, then it went blank. 'Sorry little brother, no quick peeking tonight. I think Anne deserves to retain some dignity don't you? I mean it's bad enough that I allowed you to see what you have on these last two nights. No she really does deserve a little privacy. And besides it'll make Thursday all the more exciting won't it?' ------- Chapter 8: Thursday February 1: Anne And My Violent Lifestyle! WARNING! WARNING!! This chapter contains a single description of graphic violence designed to prove that Anne is the girl for Winston. The same warning applies as applied for chapter 5 — BERWICK BOB! ------- I didn't see her until after the second ball of the practice session, she'd taken up her position on one of the seats directly behind the lanes. At the first available opportunity I went back and spoke to her. "Still on for tonight is it?" She nodded her head enthusiastically. "After what's been happening at home I don't want to spend any more time there than I have to." "What happened? Is there anything... ?" "I have this extraordinary feeling that you already know but if you want me to I'll explain after. For the moment just bowl me some strikes 'kay." ------- As we were just about to walk to my car after I had finished bowling I spotted a couple of people I'd been hoping to see for a while. I tapped Anne on the shoulder and pointed at a couple who were standing near the front of the car park. She was a skinny blonde with big breasts who was dressed in a short skirt more grey than the white it had once been, a tank top with more holes than material and runners that looked as if they should have been thrown out months ago. He was dressed in dark knee-length baggy shorts and a grubby looking sweatshirt sporting the Collingwood Magpies colours and Nathan Buckleys number five. His head was almost totally shaved except for one long ponytail that ran down a foot and a half from the crown of his skull. Anne looked at them and turned back to me. "What about them?" "My father and I and a group of friends we like to call 'family' are in the business of supplying certain goods and services. Now most people are good at paying on time, but some of our customers need a little reminding while for others it's just too late. They are two of a group of kids who fit into the second category. I was going to do the reminding myself but seeing as we've seen them tonight you can help me." I put my finger under Anne's chin, tilted her head back and looked down at her calmly. "That is if you're still planning to come home with me tonight?" "She took my arm in hers with the freedom of a girl who had just one thing on her mind. "Well I'm ready when you are. I just want to know what we do." "Them!" I laughed. "We do them!" After watching them get into an old beat-up Ford I saw them turn the corner into First Avenue. We quickly jumped into my car and followed them the length of the street to the T-junction at Calderwood Road. A left turn there and a fifteen minute drive took us to an old run-down estate well known for the gangs of kids who terrorised the neighbourhood when they weren't occupying one of the large number of empty houses that owners couldn't even sell or rent out. Anne watched as I reached into the back, grabbed a large bag off the back seat and took out four tracksuits, two pairs of gloves and a couple of balaclavas. After putting on the two tracksuits, a pair of gloves and one of the masks I handed the second set to Anne. "You'd better put these on unless you want to risk someone being able to give a good description of you or the police managing to get a set of your fingerprints." Then I reached back into the bag and took out a smaller bag which I was planning to take with me. "Why two?" Asked Anne as she started to put the first tracksuit on over her work uniform. "Because things are going to get a little messy and it's not usually a good idea to walk out of a house in a bloodstained tracksuit. This way you'll have the second one underneath and we'll take the other's with us. Once dressed, Anne hopped out of the car without hesitation. "Which house is it?" "Where the old blue Ford is. Looks like a scruffy looking brick-veneer, and from what I can see it's the only one with a low brick fence and a broken iron gate." She headed towards the house without a second thought, her mind seemed to be entirely taken with what we were about to do. It was as if she had something to prove, even if she didn't know what or why. When she reached the gate Anne waited. "What's in the bag?" She asked quietly as I joined her. "You could say tools of the trade. But at the moment let's just say that they'll help the people inside see things from our point of view." "Okay then." She cocked her ear towards the house. "Don't look as though they'll hear us judging by the noise of the music." "So far so good then. Now let's see if they've left us an invitation?" We moved soundlessly towards the front door of the house and tried the knob. It opened smoothly and the noise of the music was deafening as we stood just inside the entrance. I nodded to my right, the direction the music was coming from. "We'll go there last, let's check the rest of the house first, make sure there are no surprises." Ten minutes later Anne was standing next to me outside the first room. "I hate loud music," I said as I pointed to the door handle, put the bag over my left arm and pulled out a knife. "Open the door Anne, and give me plenty of room." Anne looked at the knife as she gripped the door handle. "You really mean business don't you?" "You'd better believe it, now open that door." We both stood in the doorway and looked at the scene in front of us. On the bed was the skinhead with the tail and bouncing on and off his fat little cock was the blonde-haired girl. Laying next to them was a man of medium height with dirty shoulder length brown hair while between his legs head down and arse up was a dark haired girl whose glazed eyes suggested she was tripping out as she helped herself to a late night supper of what seemed to me to be a fairly average sized cock. I moved to the dresser where the bookshelf stereo system was standing, turned it off and looked back in Anne's direction. "You know I think they're very rude ignoring us like this, particularly as we made a point of finding their new address, don't you?" "I'll teach you what fucking rude is, you and your slut." The second guy pushed the dark haired girl away, got off the bed and began to advance towards me his erection leading the way. "Now s'pose you piss off before I learn you some manners." Anne moved a step closer as she watched me waggle the knife in his direction. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a dirty mouth, and me with a knife an' all," I said as I pulled off my ski-mask and watched Anne do the same. "I'm not going anywhere until we've discussed some unfinished business and neither is my girlfriend who's here to help me convince you." I pointed to both girls, who by this stage were sitting up, knees tucked under their chins, arms wrapped around their legs scared to death. "But you two are, now take you skinny arses, get dressed and get the fuck out." 'Haven't you forgotten something little brother?' 'Like what?' 'Those girls will be able to give a description of both of you when the bodies of these two are discovered. I mean it's just possible they'll go to the police with what they know don't you think?' 'So what are you suggesting, that we... ?' 'Kill them?' Well that's one answer, I mean two bodies or four isn't going to make a lot of difference. However I know you have scruples about killing people that don't deserve it so leave them to me, I'll make sure they forget they ever had anything to do with these two.' 'You can do that?' 'Of course! You've spoken to them, jointly I know, but that doesn't matter. And they returned your comment with a look. That's all that's needed.' The manner of the guys changed when they realised who I was, they weren't nearly so confidant now. It was the guy with the ponytail who spoke up on their behalf. "We were planning to pay you. We Just never quite had the money. If you could just give us one more chance man, just a little more time to get the bread together." "Oh I see, moving house without telling us is a new way of paying is it? Sorry, there are no more chances, there is no more time." Suddenly the skinhead with the tail got off the bed and turned to his mate. "I'm not giving in this easily. Come on," he said, "we should be able to deal with this fat fuck and little miss big tits." "That seemed to inspire the one with the shoulder-length brown hair who yelled, "Yeah come on fatso it's four on two--" the girls still hadn't moved or dressed "--why don't you make us if you think you're such hot shit." "Yeah come on you big fat turd," said the blonde haired girl who had stopped as she was about to reach for her clothes which were near where I was standing. Unfortunately for her she wasn't quick enough to move out of the way. I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her backwards over my left knee. The suddenness of the impact took the stuffing out of her and enabled me to point the knife at her sloppy pussy. "Maybe all of you have trouble understanding plain English. It would be such a waste to slice up good cunt like this." I indicated where the tip of my knife was pointed carefully between the girl's shiny wet and puffy labia, then I motioned to Anne. "In my bag is a gun and a silencer, put it together and give it to me. Then when you're done with that find the other knife in the bag, with its help you can make sure the girls get dressed and leave. I can look after these two." Anne reached into the bag, located the gun and the silencer which she put together before handing it to me, then she found the knife which she pointed to the black haired girl while her friend struggled to get to her feet as soon as I let her go. "I think if I was you I'd start wondering if these two shitheads are really worth it," said Anne as she crouched down and tossed the knife from hand to hand. The blonde didn't need much convincing, not after having the point of a knife in her vagina. She quickly shoved on her skirt and tank top, grabbed her panties and was heading to the door in the blink of an eye. "Come on Carol, big tits is right, they aren't worth it." Carol wasn't slow in seeing the sense of it because she was dressed almost as quickly and following her friend out the door not much later. 'Guess you'd like me to hang around just in case, wouldn't you little brother?' said Colin as soon as Anne and the two girls disappeared out of the room. 'I thought you'd be gone for a little while to take care of the girls.' 'What and leave you in danger, hardly. Besides I can catch up with them after you've finished here. Now listen Winston pretend to be a little distracted, the one with hair like a horses tail and a face like its arse wants the opportunity to lunge for your knife. Let him get it and stab you with it, Anne should be back just as it goes into your chest.' 'Is that... ?' '... Wise? Certainly, it'll make her even more determined to want to be with you, which will make her all the more useful to us.' Anne came back just in time to see the skinhead spring at me. Just in time to watch helplessly as he took the knife from my hand and stabbed me in the chest. "No! You can't kill him." Anne looked at my chest where the knife was still embedded, where the wound should be and where the blood should have been flowing. "What the fuck is happening?" She was clearly waiting for me to clutch my chest and fall to the floor. "How come he... ? How come you didn't... ?" I guessed from the unfinished questions that she was wondering how he'd managed to get the knife off me and why I hadn't used the gun. Of course I didn't fall to the ground because there was no wound, no blood and I didn't use the gun when it clearly wasn't necessary. Instead I looked at Anne and winked. Then I turned to skinhead and laughed. It was wicked, it was evil and it was full of all the loathing I could muster. "Well what the fuck! Got any other plans, anything else you'd like to do?" I held up the gun and laughed again as I handed it to a bewildered Anne. "Maybe you'd like to try shooting me, maybe you'll be luckier with the gun." Skinhead moved quickly, but not quick enough, with my brother's help I gripped his throat in my left hand, grabbed him between his legs with the other, lifted him high above my head, dropped to one knee and body-slammed him against my right knee-cap almost breaking his back. Then I pulled the knife out of my chest and pressed it against the man's penis while I risked a glance in Anne's direction. "Wow! That is... that is... I know that sort of thing just doesn't happen in real life, does it." Anne pointed the gun at the end of the bed, rubbed her eyes and took another look at my chest. "I mean I saw the knife go in, saw it sticking out of your chest, so why isn't there any blood, why isn't there any cut or mark apart from the rip in your shirt to show where the knife went in?" The initial excitement was wearing off now as the shock of what she'd witnessed began to dawn on her. "I mean it did go in didn't it? Don't try and tell me this never fucking happened." "I'm not going to. Neither am I going to explain, you'll just have to trust me." "I do Winston, I do." Her gaze followed mine and she looked at the other guy who was back on the bed. He'd been about to help his friend out until he'd seen the business with the knife, now he was half sitting half lying in state of shock. Then she turned her attention to the skinhead. "Fuck he looks nice and hurt." She could see that he was in too much pain to register very much surprise at the events with the knife, could see that he was having trouble even moving. "You know I reckon you must have broken his back or something." After ordering the other one off the bed I picked up skinhead easily and placed him lengthways on the bed face-up, feet at the top of the bed, head at the bottom and causing him much pain in the process, then I walked over and took the gun from her. "Get the bag Anne, inside you'll see four pieces of rope, some old pieces of cloth and a roll of masking tape. I'll keep an eye on the other one while you tie his hands and feet to the legs of the bed, stuff a piece of cloth in his mouth and tape it up." It took almost ten minutes for Anne to do it to my satisfaction. Then when she was done I had a surprise for her and the other guy who by this stage was sitting in the corner too scared to move. I wanted to tie him face down the reverse way, wanted it so their cocks would be in each other's faces. Under the threat of two knives, a gun and the incident with the knife and my chest it didn't take long for the second guy to be convinced, neither did it take long for Anne with four more pieces of rope and another piece of cloth to secure him just like the first one. As she put the last of the tape over the man's mouth carefully avoiding touching the other man's penis she looked back at me. "It must time for some fucking surely? All this violence has made me all hot and horny. And when I get all hot and horny all I can think about is my pussy which is dripping wet and hungry for cock. Yours!" 'She doesn't even know why, but you and I know don't we little brother? Not that she, or you for that matter, is going to waste valuable time with such behaviour. I just wanted her to ask that sort of question so you can remind her why we're here, remind her about who's in charge.' I didn't answer straight away, instead I pulled her clear of the bed and pointed a wagging finger directly at her. "We're here for business, and that business concerns these two--" I pointed to the two on the bed "--and money, not your desire to have a cock stuffing that horny cunt of yours." 'Guess you could say Anne's a little surprised Winston, she felt sure she'd pegged you right, felt sure you were as keen for some sexual activity as she was... er... still is. She thinks that maybe her female intuition isn't working as well as she thought it was. I guess you'll just have to assure her that it is.' I took both her hands in mine and looked into her eyes. "Oh it's working Anne it's working, but for now we have to be able to concentrate and we're not going to be able to do that if I'm busy fucking you senseless, but when we're finished," I kissed her hand with a tenderness that belied the cold determination I was feeling as I tried to concentrate on the job at hand, "with these two, well," I shrugged my shoulders, "who knows." Obviously bewildered at my continued reading of her mind she backed away a step, smiled sheepishly and apologised. Then she grabbed her knife, jumped on the bed and knelt with her knees pressing against the splayed arms and legs at the bottom of the bed. 'You know she's thinking of a number of things little brother, ideas about what she could do to these guys. Things like pointing the knife at the hairy backside in front of her and ramming it in to the hilt, or slicing from the crack of his arse up his back as far and as deep as her strength and the knife will allow her. Then again she's thinking about his legs, about how maybe she could slice high up on his thighs just below his buttocks, see how deep she can go on the first slice. And then of course there's the skinhead underneath with his face turned to the side to avoid his mate's penis. She was thinking about what part of his face to slice off when a thought occurred to her about maybe taking the tape and cloth from the bottom one and forcing the top guy's cock into his mouth. I guess you don't need me to tell you what to do, which idea I prefer.' "You should do it Anne. That last idea, you should do it." I turned my attention to Colin for a few seconds. 'How's she taking it, all this mind reading stuff?' 'She's impressed, but she's a little irritated at the same time. Still she finds it a darn sight easier to handle than the business with the knife. It's clear to her that you don't plan to discuss it and she certainly has no plans to ask.' I watched as Anne pulled off the tape, took the cloth from the bottom man's mouth, grabbed his ear and indicated for him to straighten his head before gingerly taking hold of the other man's penis. To the man's total embarrassment it was semi-erect as she persuaded the skinhead to take it into his mouth. "Like this?" Whispered Anne as we watched skinhead almost choke himself. "Is this the way you want them?" "Almost Anne. Instead of just letting them lie there doing nothing, maybe a little persuasion would help make the pair of them put a little more effort into it. And wouldn't you know it I have just the right thing, something smaller and easier to manage than a knife, not to mention sharper." She dropped the knife and smiled as I produced the cutthroat razor, then became even happier when I slipped it into her right hand. "Like it do you?" Anne was looking directly into the frightened face of the skinhead with a mouthful of his friend's penis. "I mean they always taste nice to me, what do you think?" She slashed the top man's backside with the cutthroat as she kept her eyes on the skinhead. "I've just taken a little piece out of your friends fat, hairy arse, now unless you want me to keep on doing that I suggest you start sucking on his cock as though you really like it." When the skinhead hesitated Anne turned to me, shrugged her shoulders and savagely attacked the top man's backside with the razor. Then she watched as he thrust his hips involuntarily, forcing his penis further down skinheads throat, watched as the skinhead at last got the message and began using his mouth rather more energetically. "Oh that's much better," said Anne. "The trouble is that I'm now beginning to think that your closet poofters, that you really like this, now you know that's a no-no don't you?" 'Hey she really is relishing this little brother, you know violence and her certainly seem to go hand-in-hand. This is more than she thought possible, more exciting than she ever expected. Of course she knows exactly what she plans to do, knows that no one, certainly not you, is going to stop her.' I watched as she leant forward, waved the razor in the face of the top guy and said, "Now I'm going to have to punish you, just going to have to teach you that that's against the rules." She looked back at me and waited. Suddenly it dawned on me that she was now expecting me to read her mind, waiting for my permission. Colin told me what she was planning and through me told her to go right ahead. After all he was going to be dead anyway and wouldn't have a use for them any more. And she did. Anne Bingham did something which would surely have never entered her head three days ago let alone in the two hours since we'd left the bowl. She castrated the top guy while it was still in the skinheads mouth leaving a bloody mess, then she pushed it further in, took the masking tape off me and taped his mouth up as best she could so he couldn't spit it out. Then just as she finished I handed her the knife she'd held before and pointed at the top one's back. She took it in both hands and with as much force as she could muster rammed it home to the hilt. Anne could barely contain her excitement. "FUCKING WOW! That was really something. Fuck my panties are so wet I reckon you could squeeze a glass full of pussy juice out of them!" She watched me walk to the bed, pull the knife out, untie the man and push him onto the floor while I gazed at the bloodied face of skinhead who was busy choking on a mouthful of his friend's groin. "Maybe you feel like cooperating a little more now?" The man nodded his head and at my indication Anne removed the tape from his mouth and pulled the genitals out. "In the two other bedrooms you'll find a couple of loose floorboards under each bed, if you remove them you'll find a briefcase in each space, in those briefcases you should find more than enough money." Anne knew I was going to tell her to find it and she was half out of the door in anticipation. 'Excites you doesn't it little brother, seeing someone like Anne capable of this sort of violence.' I gave a positive response and listened as Colin continued. 'She feels it too as you saw, but she's walking to the two back bedrooms wondering why she had to miss out on the greatest feeling of all, you fucking her at the same time, something she knows would have turned it into a really special occasion. I guess you'll just have to remedy that when she comes back, after all it's the least we can do for her don't you think?' 'Purely for her benefit of course, not for ours?' 'Naturally.' Anne was totally stunned when she came back. "There's... there's close to fifty thousand dollars here!" "Drugs are a profitable business." I turned to skinhead still tied to the bed. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, ten thousand was all you owed us. You could have saved yourself forty thousand in interest, us all this trouble and yourselves a lot of grief. I mean by the seems of things you must have found yourself a new supplier, but even that would've been cool as long as you lived up to your end of the deal. After all, we really did just want the money, I mean live and let live and all that. Surely nothing could have been simpler, we sell at our price, you sell at your price and everyone's happy. But no, you had to try and hold out on us didn't you, and just look at the trouble you got yourself into. Your friend's dead and you really couldn't expect us to leave you here alive could you? And anyway--" I pointed in the direction of Anne who was sitting on the floor "--my girlfriend wants us to have sex as soon as this is over, now you know it's bad manners to refuse a lady anything she wants." Anne didn't even wait, she hopped onto the bed at the other end, took the cutthroat and got into the same position on the bed as before, kneeling between the man's legs with her hands pressing into his stomach. Then she looked up at skinhead and said, "I think I should let my boyfriend decide where to cut don't you?" I covered Anne's hand with my own as I placed the blade at the top of his stomach just below his sternum. "You may have discovered that violence makes Anne very horny, but I'll tell you something else. I like it when she gets horny because it makes me horny and when I get like that I can get violent too. Now I guess that makes you the loser." With a little help from me Anne sliced down to his belly-button, at which point he fainted and she cried out with pleasure. She sliced continuously relishing it more with every stroke of the blade until finally there was no doubt he was dead. "Can we fuck now Winston, can... ?" Something made her stop and hold her breath for a moment, it was the sound of the front door. She turned and watched me grab the knife I'd stuck in my belt just in case. But for whatever reason whoever it was didn't come into the bedroom, choosing instead to continue down the hallway that led to the back of the house. 'I thought you could see what was happening around us? How come you didn't see this one coming Colin?' 'Quite right too, it was a slip that won't happen again and that's a promise. Anyway it looks as if we'll have to wait until we get back to your place Fred. Still it'll be worth waiting for. As for this bloke I doubt you'll need my help to stop him, just make good use of Anne and you should find him easy to deal with.' I ordered Anne off the bed after we both took a last lingering look at the bloody mess that was the man's chest. "Whoever it is needs taking care of, and quickly," I whispered sharply. "Now walk down the hallway." In a matter of minutes I was following Anne's sexy bottom, there are some things even two tracksuits can't hide, as she led the way. I figured that as bait she would buy me a valuable couple of seconds by simply creating some indecision with her bloody appearance. And it worked, no sooner had she reached the kitchen than she was being grabbed by a solidly built man of medium height who made the fatal mistake of hesitating for a second. That gave her the chance to swing him around and me the opportunity to stab him in the back. From that point on I took complete control, forcing us to shower separately. There was going to be no distractions despite her desperate wish to have one together. She watched me as I cleaned up any tell-tale mess, took away all the scraps of masking tape, the two towels, and the soiled track-suits in a plastic bag and put the rope, knives, cutthroat razor, roll of masking tape, pieces of cloth and gun back into the bag. She was amazed at how calm and organised I was, how simple I made everything seem. Which of course it was, with my brother's help naturally. As we walked out the door Anne turned to me. "Can I ask one question Winston" I held her right hand in my left and patted it gently with the other one. If you're going to ask about that business with the knife then don't. At the moment it's better if you don't know, better also if you don't mention it to anyone else, including and especially my father." ------- A little over three hours later I deposited the plastic bag into a large two cubic metre green rubbish skip and hers and my tracksuits into the heavy duty washing machine in the outside laundry, added the powder and set it for the long cycle while Anne slumped into one of the chairs that was part of our patio furniture, looked around in disbelief and whistled with envy. "Oh man I always knew places like this existed but I never thought I'd get to see one." She stood up, walked through the huge covered patio area, past the spa to the gate leading to the swimming pool and pointed to the hut on the other side. "What's in there?" "Oh just a bar, but you'll get to see that later, in the meantime my bedrooms inside on the left." I unlocked the door, walked inside and punched in the four number code on the silent alarm system we had recently installed. Then I led her through the kitchen to the second study area with its computer, small library of books, three piece lounge suite and turned her around until she was facing my bedroom door. When I led her inside Anne just stood there open-mouthed unable to believe what she was looking at. "Man this bedroom is bigger than my parents whole fucking flat!" I laughed as moved over to my stereo and put on some soft guitar music, then I undid the three buttons on my polo shirt and pulled it over my head, sat down and took my shoes and socks off before looking up at Anne. Take your skirt off!" The authority in my voice brooked no argument. She undid the two buttons and the zipper at the side, then allowed the plain cotton garment to fall in a puddle at her feet before picking it up, folding it and placing it on the end of the bed. "Now the blouse, but do it slowly, one button at a time." Beautiful women are naturally sexy, they have this way of undressing when they are doing it for a man, the innate ability to make a plain task sensual, the talent to turn people on, and Anne was no exception. All she had to do was move her hips in time to the sensuous gypsy rhythms of Marc Antoinne and rest followed suit once released from the restrictions of her tight blouse which she opened out to reveal a bra that matched the white cotton of her panties. 'Poor girl she is trying so hard to please by wearing her best skirt and blouse. Her bra and panties, which just like she said are soaking wet by the way, are the best of a bad bunch and she's pretty much embarrassed by them, even though it's what they're hiding that's most important right little brother?' I looked first at the crotch of Anne's white cotton panties and saw that the crotch was saturated to the point of almost being see-through, then I found my eyes being drawn to her breasts as if they were magnetised. "Oh wow! You know you really are something special Anne." She watched as I undid the button on my pants, slipped the catch, pushed the zipper down and allowed them to drop to the floor. She looked at my expensive looking Y-fronts, not that I think she was admiring the quality of my underwear. No I think it was what they were concealing that held her attention as her gaze remained riveted to the large bulge at the front. "Now finish taking off your blouse." I watched as she shrugged it off her shoulders, folded it and placed it with her skirt. "You won't be needing your underwear when you take them off. Until we get you some new clothes you can borrow some of Connies, at a glance you look pretty similar in build." She was standing there looking at me dressed in only my underpants and I was just wondering what she was thinking about when my brother picked that moment to tell me. 'She's trying to understand what it is about you she finds so fascinating, what it is about you she loves. Is it that pot-belly? Is it your air of command, the feeling of power that flows from your body? Could it be the way you're able to read her mind, able to know what she wants even before she does? Or is it that when you tell her to do something she simply can't help but obey? She thinks it's all these things combined and that they have something to do with the strange feelings she has for you. But it's not all one way is it Fred?' 'No sense hiding it is there, she's everything I could ever want in a girl. And whether she loves me for myself or what she thinks she sees when she's looking at me I really don't care.' 'I'd do well as a matchmaker don't you think Fred? I mean I knew she was your type from the very first time I saw her, I knew you'd love her which is probably just as well because Anne can see it in your eyes. She can see a desire, a passion there. She knows yours is real love, a love where words aren't necessary, a love that's smothered any final doubts she may have had and removed any lingering doubts about whether she really is the right girl.' I watched as she took off her underwear, rolled up her panties and wrapped them in one of the cups of her bra, they looked like a 'D' on what was probably a 40-inch chest, before placing said bra on top of her blouse. Then she stood arms at her side waiting expectantly. Confidence is a strange thing, under normal circumstances the fact that I did nothing for a while except stare would have had most girls ill at ease. The way I just kept looking at her would have been more than a little upsetting as my eyes moved continuously from her pubic mound to her breasts and back again. Tonight though Anne was different — maybe she was under the influence of my brother — tonight she was really enjoying the way I was looking at her. "Perfect, absolutely delightful." I put my thumbs into the waistband of my Y-fronts and without a seconds further hesitation stripped them off. "I'm glad you aren't self-conscious about being naked because you won't be a lot of use to me, my father and the rest of our little family if you are." She looked at my penis and she smiled as she watched it harden to its full, thick, 8-inches. 'It seems she thinks that maybe she would need some kind of lubricant to handle something as thick as that, after all it does have a couple of inches in length and an inch in thickness on her father's cock. It's either that or she would need to be properly aroused. It seems that she has just realised that her father's cock wasn't as big as she first thought.' I laughed. "If it makes you feel any better we do have some baby oil in the house somewhere." "There you go with that mind reading shit again. How do you... ?" I moved forward and took her hand. "It's just something you're going to have to get used to." Maybe she thought I was about to take her to bed, about to make love to her like she wanted. But I didn't, I held her at arms length carefully avoiding any of the physical contact she so obviously wanted. "Listen my horny little she-devil, patience is a virtue and if you can exercise a little I promise you a fuck to remember." She watched me look down at my groin and grin impishly as I looked at her. "I know you're a little concerned about the size, and I promise I will deliver you said fuck with much pleasure and no pain. But for now tell me about this business with your parents." I moved towards the bed and propped up the pillows. "We might be better lying down." I got under the covers on one side of the king-sized double bed, leaving plenty of room for Anne to occupy the other. Then I turned my head to the right and looked at her. "You do remember promising to tell me what happened don't you?" She didn't waste a second. "What I'm going to say won't be easy for me, neither will it be easy for you to listen to even if, as I suspect, you already know. "I'm an only child, which I guess under the circumstances was just as well. From the first time my tits started growing my father decided they were as much his property as mine. He also decided that sex education should start at home, and with him being the man of the house he said it was only right that he be the teacher." I saw a small tear slip from her eye and watched her wipe it away with a finger. "What do you mean your father decided? Didn't your mother argue on your behalf?" "What and get the crap beaten out of her for her trouble!" I sat up at that point. "You're joking surely?" "I wish I was, but there's more, he'd beat me if I didn't let him fuck me." I went to speak but she held up her hand as a tear trickled down her face. "Please I have to finish so you know exactly what sort of girl you're getting." 'Let her finish Winston. She has to do this for her own benefit, at least then you'll know she's telling the truth.' 'But what about if she talks about any night but the two I witnessed?' 'Little brother you will really have to give me more credit than that. Even if she was planning to lie, which she isn't by the way, I would know what's the truth.' I watched Anne sit up, place her pillow lengthways and rest her back against them. "When I was between the ages of 12 and 15 I used to have to sit on his lap while he was wearing jockey briefs or boxers and nothing else. I always felt his fat little cock poking up and tried to avoid sitting directly on it, though somehow he always seemed to line it up between the cheeks of my arse. "I guess you know that girls eventually get to a point in their development when they're too old, too far advanced physically to sit on their father's lap, but with me that's when it first started. In those years I went from a 32 with an A-cup at age 12 to a 36 with a C-cup at age 15. You know I used to like having big tits but being 40 with a D-cup was nothing but a pain in my well-handled arse with my father around." She looked to me and smiled as she squeezed her breasts gently with her hands. "At least they were a pain in the bum until now. "You know when I was a little girl I never got the attention, the kisses and cuddles that would've made all the difference. Not until I grew tits. While I was sitting on his lap he'd run his hands over my upper thighs, not that he stuck his hand between them at first. Just like he never touched my tits at first. No, all he did initially was play with my stomach and run his up over my ribs stopping just short of the under curve of my breasts. "Things didn't stay that way of course, not with a dirty little fucker like him. You see he was a collector of porno movies, which just made things worse. So I tried refusing to sit on his lap, tried spending more time in my room, the bathroom, anywhere away from him. Trouble is wherever I was, wherever I hid myself I would have to come out eventually. When I did the fucking bastard would be waiting to slap me. And if mum said anything he'd slap her. I guess it was inevitable that he would do more than just sit me on his lap and feel me up with his grubby paws." She didn't have to say anything else. I turned around to face her and put a hand on both her shoulders. "Your mother! Why didn't your mother keep trying, I mean you were her daughter for heaven sake!" "What could she do Winston? I already told you that he hit her. It soon got to the stage where she stopped worrying about who he fucked as long as he didn't try and fuck her." Anne spat out the words as she began to cry again. "She has this thing about gambling you see, she's hooked on them poker machines. And of course dad likes booze and sex. To them it seemed the perfect compromise, with the promise of a weekly allowance he said he'd leave her alone if he could get sex wherever he wanted it, and that included me! The worst part about it was mum didn't even bat an eyelid, she said he could do what he liked as long as he had regular tests for aids and the like and wore rubbers. "Mum tried complaining once when he did it to me on the lounge room floor right in front of her. He didn't say a word, instead he beat the crap out of her and stopped her gambling allowance for a fortnight. When she still complained he simply beat her harder and stopped her allowance for a month. Mum hasn't complained or tried to stop him since!" She hugged me to her pressing her naked breasts and her hard nipples into my chest, not out of any sexual motive but more out of a need for reassurance. "It was the same with me. If I objected he'd beat me then take it out on mum by holding back her money. That way he kept her on his side. Mum put it bluntly once, when she said 'who else is going take in a fat slob like me and give me money to bet with?'" Anne looked at me with tears trickling down her face. "I guess I'm sort of in the same boat, I mean who'd take me once they knew what happened between me and my father? Who would want me if they knew just how horny I got once my father started fucking me and I began to think of it as just another cock in my cunt?" I pushed her away from me gently and held her at arms length so I could look at her. "How can you say that when you're as beautiful as you are?" I took her into my arms and hugged her gently to me as she rested her head on my shoulders and some tears trickled onto my bare skin. "How can that prick do that to you and get away with it? How can your mother let it happen? How can she accept the beatings, hers and yours? How the fuck can they be so awful to their own flesh and blood?" "Easy! Mum can justify anything if it keeps him from belting her, stops him from fucking her! And more to the point keeps her supplied with gambling money. Mum said what harm does it really do. She said if he goes with a prostitute and gives her fifty or a hundred bucks she gets nothing, if he fucks me with a rubber, she gets her money and they're both satisfied. And anyway she said it isn't as if I don't like it once he gets started! "Mum said that once dad started on me, once my hormones started kicking in I'd simply close my eyes and enjoy it. And I suppose that was true, but it was because I wanted to get it over quickly. I figured the quicker I made him come the quicker I could race to the bathroom and masturbate and get myself off before having a shower. Does that gross you out?" I shook my head no and waited for her to continue. "Mum said that I took after my father when it came to my appetite for sex. I guess that's the one thing, the only thing I can be grateful to him for." Anne stopped as though waiting for that last remark to sink in, waiting for me to realise exactly what she meant. I jumped off the bed and simply stood there. I could see she had misunderstood, that she was a little hurt, a little upset at my reaction. So I thought it best to offer some kind of explanation. "Anne!" I held my hand up in a halt sign when she went to get off the bed. "It's my turn now, and your turn to answer my questions, okay?" She nodded, lay back and clasped her hands behind her head. "Now my questions are going to be straight to the point and I expect your answers to be the same, okay?" She nodded her head more enthusiastically this time and I continued. "I guess I'd be right in assuming that you hate both your parents?" "Dad puts me over his knee for the slightest thing and belts my naked arse until his hand is practically falling off and I'm so sore I can't sit down. Mum slaps me around the face when she's not taking her turn at my backside. Other times I'm just a cunt for my father to fuck. He does it even if my mother is there, and sometimes she even helps because it keeps her life simple and stops her supply of gambling money from drying up." I wondered what she thought of me, not that I really wanted to know, but my brother decided to tell me anyway. 'She thinks you're not too bad, not too out of shape, especially the way you handled yourself tonight even with that extra weight. And let's face it Fred, what she doesn't know about me helping you won't hurt her. Now she's thinking about that thing between your legs, thinking that somehow or other it and you are going to be a part of her life no matter what the consequences.' "And they take more than half my wages, and make me do all of the work." Anne was continuing as I jumped back into bed and lay down. "And you want to know if I hate them both? You fucking bet I do. Just about enough to want to kill them." "That's what I thought. And you weren't lying about your appetite for sex?" The answer was a simple one. "No!" "Good. Do you care enough about our relationship to do what I want, whenever I want and in front of whomever I want?" When she shot a questioning glance at me and my physique I continued. "Look, it might not be the most perfect in the world but I'm not ashamed of my body. I've got low cholesterol, low blood pressure, I eat and drink the right things most of the time apart from the occasional binge on dim-sims and chips, and a few beers at the weekend. As you've seen tonight I do get plenty of exercise. But my body will always be like this, so people can either take me as I am or fuck off. As for you Anne, you should be proud of yours, I mean I know your mother and father are parents from hell, but they certainly did produce one helluva daughter. A girl who is beautiful enough to be a centrefold for Playboy or Penthouse." 'She's thinking about herself Fred, about those wonderful tits of hers. In fact, as you can obviously see, she is running her hands over her breasts. Now watch as she moves her hands down over her stomach and towards her pretty little pussy. You see she knows these are her real assets, as for the rest of her well she's not sure, she's never really given it much thought, at least not to this extent. Oh she knows she's attractive, she would be lying to you and herself if she didn't at least admit that. For you and a share of whatever your life has to offer her there really is no choice, she will do whatever you want and do it willingly at that.' "Good then that's settled, and you don't have to worry, now that you've agreed to stay everything will be just fine. You'll get everything you'll ever want or need, all the sex you want when you want it. And nobody will lay a hand on you in anger ever again, that I can promise." She stared at me as I stood up again. "You know I'm a girl who's used to having normal conversations, so you'll pardon me if I find this hard to get used to. I mean I'm sort of used to people waiting for me to tell them before they know my decision." I shrugged my shoulders and led her to the full-length mirror that was part of my built-in-robes. "All I want is for you to listen to what I am about to say before you make an absolute decision whether to stay or not. I want you to do it in the knowledge that my father and I are not going to force you to do anything you don't want to." I was still playing my part even though I knew as well as Anne just what the answer would be. Finally I gazed at Anne and then at her reflection and I still didn't attempt to touch her. "Now what do you see in the mirror?" "Two very naked young people who probably should be fucking their brains out instead of standing here in front of the mirror." 'That's not all she can see Fred. She's certain she can see something in your skin tone, a strange aura that seems to surround your entire body. But don't worry, after the business with the knife and all the mind reading she isn't about to make any comment.' Finally Anne smiled, even if only slightly, for the first time. "That's better, you know you look even more beautiful when you smile." Anne saw me look as I prepared to ask her some more questions. "You know nobody wants to make love at this moment more than I do Anne, you don't know how long I've been waiting for someone like you to come along. But I do have some more questions first, questions like would you be comfortable naked in a room full of people?" I led her from the mirror to an armchair, sat down and pulled her onto my lap. "Would you be upset if you saw me with another woman, and would it bother you if I wanted another man to fuck you? And I mean exactly that, fucking as in the physical joining of male and female genitals for short term sexual gratification without the metaphorical joining of hearts? Of course it'll be different for you and I, with us it'll be the purest form of sex, an act of love where the gratification is not only physical but spiritual as well." 'What a lot of romantic twaddle little brother, I mean all we want is a quick bit of nooky to pass the time. More importantly it's just occurred to her why you didn't seem very upset about what her father did.' "You're talking about your father aren't you Winston?" said Anne voicing what my brother told me she was thinking. I put my arm around Anne's shoulder. "Yes it's true I was thinking about my father. It's also true that I was thinking about Connie, the other woman that lives in this house. But there will also be other men, other beautiful women, nights when you'll be fucked by every man in the house, will that bother you?" 'She's giving it some thought little brother, thinking about the idea of seeing you with another woman while she's making out with your father or another man, possibly in the same room. The idea excites her and she doesn't know why. She couldn't care less what you ask of her she'll do it even though she doesn't understand it.' "Good then that's settled Anne. And you're right that was the main reason I wasn't upset about what your father did to you. What did upset me was that he made you do it against your will, beat you, slapped you, spanked you and even used your mother to force you. That's why I hate them both, your bastard of a father especially," I said as I began to idly toy with one of her breasts. "There you go with that mind reading stuff again Winston. It's friggin' disconcerting to be told what you're thinking all the time." "Sorry Anne." I rubbed her nipple between my thumb and index finger, put an arm around her waist and pulled her to me. "It's just one of several talents I've developed recently." Anne faced me legs either side of my lap, rubbed her pussy against my erection, put her arms around my neck and pressed her generous breasts into my chest. Can I stay until Saturday and see how I like it, see if the lifestyle suits me, can I?" "How can I possibly refuse." ------- Chapter 9: Saturday February 5: Welcoming Anne To The 'Family' My eyes were closed but I was awake. I sensed Anne look from me to my father, felt her disengage herself from the hands we had on her breasts and sit up. Suddenly a vision came into my mind and that could only mean one thing, my brother was back. It was just after six-o-clock on Saturday morning, she was resting against the soft backboard. 'She's considering what to do next little brother, and she's thinking about what happened. About how you changed your mind on Thursday night and decided that a good nights sleep was preferable even though she was begging for it.' 'Me! Somehow I have this feeling that we both decided to wait until last night.' 'Whatever. Anyway now she's thinking about how she insisted on going to work, even though her mother could've been waiting, which fortunately she wasn't. And lastly of course there was last night, meeting Connie for the first time and the event she'd been waiting for. The orgy!' I watched Anne put on a full length dressing gown and walk out of the room towards a light. Keeping my eyes closed I followed her through the study, into the kitchen and saw Connie at the same time she did. "Would you like a coffee?" She was dressed similarly to Anne and was sitting at the breakfast bar drinking from a mug. "Love one." Anne sat on the other stool while Connie poured some from a percolator. "I thought you were with that Michael fellow?" "Oh I was, but the poor little fucker could only take so much and he passed out on the dining room floor." She smiled knowingly. "I guess you must have worn out Cyril but considering recent events I find it hard to believe that you did the same to Winston." My ears pricked up as Anne nodded in confirmation. "Cyril certainly, but I think Winston would have kept going if I'd been willing. I just don't understand where he gets the energy." "Me neither, this has been something new. I mean before this it was always wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am and you only got seconds if you were either, lucky, very patient or very good with your mouth which, fortunately, I was." "Can we talk Connie?" Anne was watching as she poured cream in her coffee. "Mighty lot to take in all at once I'll bet," offered Connie as she served the coffee with more than a little sympathy. "Stranger would come in and see what was going on last night and come to only one conclusion unless they knew these two." Anne could only nod her head in agreement. "So yes, I can understand you wanting to talk about last night." There was sudden movement next to me, that surely meant that my father was going in search of Connie or Anne, or maybe even both. 'It's both Winston, he's guessing, correctly of course, that Anne and Connie are together.' 'Then I should follow him shouldn't I?' 'In a few minutes, give him a chance to lead them to the lounge.' I turned my mind back to Anne's conversation with Connie. "You're not kidding Connie." Anne was busy answering Connie's response to her request for a chat. "I mean I guess the last thing I expected was to finish up in a threesome with Winston and his father." I couldn't help but smile as Anne looked at Connie and put an arm around her shoulder. "Don't misunderstand me Connie, I wouldn't change what happened last night for anything, Cyril is a sweet man and a pretty good fuck into the bargain." "I'll do my best to explain." Connie took a sip of her coffee and adjusted her position on the stool she was sitting on. "I'm sure that they won't mind if I tell you part of the story, after all I think it's only fair you get some sort of an..." "... Explanation Connie? Of course, and if you pour me a coffee I'll tell the story." They both looked around and like me saw my father standing in the doorway dressed in pyjamas and a dressing gown. "But first let's go into the lounge where it's more comfortable." Anne followed Cyril into the lounge, sat in one of the armchairs and watched as Connie came in with his coffee, put it on the table and sat next to him on the couch. 'No need to move until father has finished the whole story.' I listened as my father told the whole story leaving nothing out. Listened as he spoke about the iron rule of his wife and how she was killed in a car accident and that we weren't terribly upset by it. He went on to tell how that sort of bonded both of us together, about how we found Connie and nursed her to a complete recovery after a period in hospital. Not once did he mention my brother in the story. 'That's just what I was waiting for little brother. All right now you can go.' I jumped off the bed, grabbed a dressing gown and quickly made my way to the lounge in time to hear Anne ask a question. "Was last night fairly normal for a Friday night in this house and will I be expected to behave much as I did if I'm to stay as a friend of Winston's and be welcome in this house?" She was looking at my father but I gave the answer from the doorway. "It's like I said on Thursday night Anne, sex in this house is for fun, it's like eating your favourite dish in your favourite restaurant, you'll always go back to it but sometimes it's nice to eat a different but equally tasty dish. We treat sex as fun because to take it any more serious than that is to risk fucking up even the best relationships. My father and I are the way we are and this house runs the way it does. Just remember that I'll love you no matter what. It won't matter whether you're fucking me, my father or any other guy at one of our parties because sex isn't what love's about, love is about this." And I pointed to where my heart would be as I walked in and sat on the arm of the chair next to Anne. "You experienced the party, you know by now how things happen in this house, I suggest the ball is well and truly in your court." Anne didn't say anything, instead she stood up and walked over to Connie, pulled her off the couch and led her to me. Then she went back, untied my father's dressing gown, got to her knees, looked in my direction and smiled as she pulled his pyjama bottoms down and sucked his rapidly inflating cock down her throat. Connie stripped off her dressing gown and was immediately naked. Then she slipped a hand inside the crotch of my pyjama pants and pulled out my cock which under her steady stroking became erect almost instantly. "Uuhhhmmm! Up for it are we?" I grinned picked her up bodily, and while she held onto my cock lowered her down until I was fully sheathed in the depths of her talented pussy and scraping against her clit as I lowered my face down to taste her succulent tits. "Sit still," she breathed, "let me fuck you." I did just that and revelled in the feel of her as she used her muscles to squeeze my cock tightly. She was wet and getting wetter by the second as she pressed her 38 DDs into my chest and I reached around and grabbed the cheeks of her arse with my hands. "Oh yes, oh yes, OHH YEESSSS! Fuck me baby fuck me with that hot cunt!" And she did, she began bouncing on and off my cock at a furious rate setting her tits to bouncing as she squeezed my cock tightly and scraped her clit along its length. "Oh God who'd believe it?" she said. "Who would believe that my little pussy could take a thick 8-inches like this and never want to let it go. OH GOD FUCK ME, FUUCCCKKKK MEE, FUUUCCCCKKKKK MEEE!" "Oh God I'm coming Connie, I'M COMING!" This wasn't a threat any more, not with Colin around. At least I hoped he was around. 'Colin, Colin, you haven't deserted me have you?' 'Are you kidding, and let pussy like this go to waste.' "Come for me Winston, come for Connie, squirt your cum into my cunt. Come on baby mix your cum with my pussy juice and make a mess of me." "You fucking bet I will Connie." And just as I spoke I shot what seemed like a gallon of semen into the depths of her pussy. "Feel my cum baby, feel me coming in you?" She nodded hungrily unable to speak, and then she kissed me as she began to rock once more on my ever erect cock. "Oh baby," she grinned, "I love it that you stay so hard these days Winston." Connie turned her head to where my father and Anne were now fucking, with her also on his lap. "What about you Anne what do you love?" Anne grinned as she happily bounced on my father's cock. "I love it that Cyril's cock feels so good up my cunt, love it that he hasn't come yet, but most of all," and this time she laughed, "most of all I love it that I can fuck so often and enjoy it so much!" ------- Later that same day I was parked outside the same neglected looking block of flats I'd seen so clearly in those visions supplied by my brother. An enclosure surrounded by a waist high brick wall and a tatty wooden gate was full of foul, smelly rubbish bins, papers and broken beer bottles. The driveway was littered with early model Ford Falcons and Holden Commodores, most in bad need of repair, some were beyond it while the odd one was a newer, more recent model. From the first of two open windows came the deafening sound of somebody's, and mine I have to admit, favourite heavy metal band. The song was 'The Battle of Evermore' by 'Led Zeppelin'. That good heavy metal seemed to be competing with a noise coming from the other open window, something pretending to be music that they called rap though I called it rap with a capital 'C'! Then from below another open window that I hadn't noticed before a long haired man dressed in baggy shorts, singlet and thongs was laying down the law to a fat woman who was leaning out of that window trying to give as good as she got. The warm morning and even warmer afternoon had clearly given some people a thirst judging by that and other alcohol induced, foul-mouthed arguments that seemed to be going on in several places. Add to that the number of dogs trying to make themselves heard over the noise and it was no wonder — her parents aside — that Anne was so keen to move out. Her family was in the first block and I was just beginning to get a little impatient when she appeared, she was dressed in a plain light blue cotton skirt, a loose fitting rather tatty looking white blouse and carrying two suitcases and a bag. I jumped out of the car, raced up the driveway and took a suitcase and a bag from her. I was just about to walk back to the car when I saw two people standing by the stairway. The man, who was dressed in jeans and a check shirt had the biggest beer gut I'd ever seen, I mean compared to him I was lean and athletic. His wife was taller than him, almost as fat with stringy hair that looked badly in need of a wash and she was wearing something that looked like it was made out of old rags. The man was first to speak. "Fucking good riddance I say." 'He's thinking, she's going with him! Thinking that someone with his daughter's looks can do better than a fat prick like you. His thoughts little brother not mine, okay.' Anne's mother was even more forceful. "Yeah you ungrateful bitch! Just don't come back when things don't work out. Don't come back here when you get fed up with this fat prick." I looked at Anne and smiled but my thoughts were elsewhere with Colin. 'What's she thinking? Her mother, what exactly is she thinking, I mean I think I get the general drift judging by what she said but I need to know, you know, to give me a reason to hate them even more when I return." 'You won't need any ammunition as you should know by now. But I do suggest that you concentrate a little more on Anne.' It was then that I realised Anne had a hand on my shoulder and was pushing me towards the street. "Come on Winston they're not worth the fucking effort." The father though had to have the final word as we reached the car. He had followed us down and was standing by the rubbish bins. "And don't bother coming back for the rest of your stuff, if we can get money for it we'll sell it, if we can't sell it we'll give it away and if we can't give it away we'll probably just fuckin' burn it." "KEEP IT!" Screamed Anne as she moved aggressively towards her father. "JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO DO NOW, NOW THAT YOU DON'T HAVE A DAUGHTER TO FUCK!" The slap echoed around the whole block. "You lying fucking bitch. And anyway even if I was fucking you, your type of slut are ten-a-penny, there's always one willing to spread their legs for a few dollars and a couple of drinks. So piss off and see if I care." He slapped her again and Anne reeled back, tumbled to the ground, sat and looked at her father as she felt her face. Then she gave him a single finger salute, stood up moved to the passenger side and got into my van. 'Are you going to help me here? This bastard needs to be taught a lesson.' 'Of course! Why don't you pick him up and throw him somewhere, your choice. I'm sure Anne will get a kick out of it and I don't think it'll do any harm to the way she feels about you.' I was so confident in my brother by now that I didn't even hesitate, I walked over to her father grabbed him by the neck and groin, picked him up easily, tossed him two feet over my head and watched as he landed face down in the enclosure amongst the bins, papers and broken bottles. I moved to one of the walls and looked over as he struggled unsuccessfully to get to his feet. "You know what your problem is?" When he didn't answer I continued. "You've been a prick for so long you don't know how to behave decently." I looked to see if Anne's mother was still there but she'd already gone back inside after that single statement. Instead we'd succeeded in getting the attention of several other people in the block and a couple from a next door house, the cause of which I hoped was ruin to any sort of decent reputation Anne's father may have had. 'Oh you have little brother, you have. And if what I'm reading from some of their minds is anything to go by Anne's parents are going to be given an extremely difficult time.' 'Good!' And with that thought I jumped in the van and burned rubber moving away from the kerb. Anne nestled close to me, put her right arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek. "I guess I should be used to it by now Winston, but seeing you do something like to that to my bastard of a father just... just makes me..." She was unable to finish so I said, "You don't have to say any more Anne, let's forget about him and concentrate on the future, this is the start of a new life for both of us." 'You'll have me in tears little brother if you keep that up. Now do you remember asking me what her mother was thinking?' I gave the proper response and waited for Colin to continue. 'Her mother, and her father for that matter, thinks that you're nothing but a fat slob. Now we know what you're going to do don't we? After all nobody thinks of you like that and gets away with it do they? Especially when they are as fat and as ugly as they are. And if you didn't kill them for what they did to Anne you'd kill them for your own pleasure, or because I wanted you to, now wouldn't you?' 'You fucking bet I would, ' I answered. "And I know exactly what I'd like to do. Pop both their big fat bellies, cut his dick off and slice right through her cunt with my knife!" 'I don't exactly think that that'll be a good idea Fred, after all coming so close on top of Thursday nights little episode might make people think that the same person might be involved and we wouldn't want you doing anything that would develop into too much of a pattern would we.' 'All right maybe I won't do anything to their genitals. But I'll tell you one thing, he'll know what it's like to have something hard penetrate him, and I'm not talking about my dick either. Now what about Anne, are things still the same?' 'Of course! I told you I didn't have to do much to turn her into a spunky little sexpot, or to make her love you, and unless I change things nothing will stop her from loving you or doing whatever you want.' I looked at Anne who was slouched back in the seat with a look of self-satisfaction on her face, she was clearly happy to be out of her parent's life. Then I looked at the sun still burning down. Today's forecast was proving to be correct. In the early evening the temperature was still in the low thirties after reaching a high of forty-two Celsius during the day. I checked my watch — it was six-thirty — and estimated that we should be back at my place — allowing for the stop to pick up a couple of slabs of beer — by a quarter after seven, which should have given my father, with the help of Connie and Maria our maid, more than enough time to fix up the spare bedroom for Anne. Also the party should be well under way, the pool and spa in use and the barbecue going, and hell maybe even this early some of the bedrooms would be in use. Finally we arrived, it was about five past seven. I noticed the usual cars plus a couple I hadn't seen for quite a while as I drove through them, found a space and parked. I delighted in Anne's bemused expression as we got out of the van, watched as she looked at all the cars and didn't give her a chance to ask before I started explaining. "We decided to kill three birds with one stone as it were; first a party to welcome you 'home', second a celebration of our successful adventure on Thursday night and third and last the closure of what we hope is a profitable 'business deal'." Anne grabbed her bags out of the back of the van while I grabbed the two slabs and headed around the back. "We'll say hello to pop and get rid of the beer." 'Good idea Fred, you know something tells me you'll like what you see around the back, plus father has some good news for you.' I saw Connie immediately, she was standing near the French windows that led to the games room. She looked radiant in a simple but very fetching white bikini that highlighted her dark hair and her dark, even tan as she talked to the Foster brothers who were also dressed in bathers and wet from a dip in the pool. My father was over by the barbecue doing what he does best at these soirées, eating drinking and watching. In the pool playing with a beach ball were three girls and the owners of the two cars, men I hadn't seen for a while. One of the girls in the pool was Francie McKinnon, a well-developed blonde who was becoming quite a fixture around the place while the other two must have come with the men because I hadn't seen them before. I gave the beer to Michael and Terry Foster and walked over to my father. A slight nod of the head was all that was needed for me to know that everything had been concluded successfully. My father turned a large piece of steak before he put down the tongs, grabbed Anne in both hands, pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. Seated at one of the tables on the patio were two 'family' members, Morrie Dixon and Joe Collins. With the two of them and seated across both their laps having her tits and pussy played with was another orgy regular, a very naked redheaded girl named Betty Hart. They waved a greeting as I helped with the bags and headed inside. In what was now her bedroom I waited back as Anne took one look around and fell on the bed crying. Too young to understand what was happening I was a little confused. Why was she crying when she should have been so happy? She cuddled the huge teddy bear set in the centre of the queen-sized bed, rolled onto her back and looked around as tears streamed from her eyes. She looked to the right, saw the dresser and the bright collection of stuff sitting there. It was enough to make her get off the bed and examine the various assortment of perfumes, lipsticks and whatever other stuff Connie had added to her 'must have' basket. As she completing her cursory examination the tiniest of smiles appeared and began to slow the trickle of tears, that is until she spotted a little silver statuette of an angel with an inscription. I saw her reading it and knew what it said: ANNE HEAVEN HASN'T GOT ALL THE ANGELS WELCOME TO YOUR NEW HOME LOVE WINSTON The tears started to flow again as she turned to me. "How can I hope to repay your kindness, compete with all this," she said as she walked to the cabinet opposite the bed where a widescreen TV, DVD recorder and stereo were all sitting. I watched her open the two glass doors and look at the collection of her favourite CDs and DVDs. Finally she walked over to the walk-in-robes. Too afraid to open the sliding door she hesitated, but eventually curiosity got the better of her and she gasped as she looked inside. Naturally I knew what was there, dresses, mini-skirts, jeans and hipster pants and suits with both skirts and jackets. In fact any combination or type of clothes we could think of. I guess it was all too much for her because she crumpled in a heap on the floor. "Oh Winston what can I... ?" Her voice trailed off she began crying harder and louder. I walked over, sat on the floor next to her, put my arm around her and putting the index finger of my other hand under her chin turned her face to mine. "Say you want to stay here, that you love all this stuff; me, dad and Connie." God I was almost in tears myself, and that was embarrassing for someone like me, someone who liked to project a tough-guy image. 'Oh very moving little brother, very moving. You were a big sook when I was alive and nothing much has changed. God if I was capable you'd almost have me in tears myself, now suppose you dry both your eyes.' I stood up with Anne, walked us both over to the dresser where there was a box of tissues, took one out and started wiping her eyes as I attempted to explain my feelings. "I know we've been over this a little before, but you have to understand how I felt last Monday night when you came over to me after that initial rejection. You have to understand what it meant for my team-mates to see a girl as pretty as you approach me and how difficult it was for me to act as I did when I couldn't even be sure that you'd even come back." She nodded her head. "I was quite literally over the moon when I saw you there the following night but how could I show it when I had to send you away again for double the time and keep my fingers crossed again?" She smiled as I wiped the last of the tears from her face. "You have to imagine what it's like for me. Oh I can find a girl to fuck, you saw last night that that's not a problem, but that's because of the money we like to throw around. It's finding a girl who accepts us for what we are that's always been the problem until Connie, and I have to share her with dad. But now you're here and at the end of the night no matter what's taken place in-between it's nice to know you're heart will belong to me." 'All right, all right. That's enough little brother. I suggest that it's time you began concentrating on the business at hand, especially as Anne is about to undress.' I sat on the bed, watched Anne reach behind her, undo the zipper and shrug the grubby looking green cotton dress off her shoulders before stripping off her underwear in long, slow teasing movements. Then just as she was naked there was a knock at the door. "Are you two going to be long there's people down here waiting for your company." It was my father. Anne gave a little giggle and winked at me. "Come in Cyril." My father entered the room, saw Anne naked and walked over to her. "As beautiful as ever Anne, you know you really are a remarkable young lady." "How can I repay you Cyril for all that you and your son have done?" "Don't give it a thought little lady, after Thursday night your part of the 'family'. And if you make my son happy and help Connie look after a dirty old man like me, that'll be more than enough." I couldn't have been happier as I saw Anne reach up, put her arms around my father's neck and kiss him hungrily as he gripped her naked bottom and pulled her tightly to him. "How about you two coming with me, after all you must have built up quite a thirst, and besides, you have some catching up to do." My father took both our hands and went as if to walk out the door. "I think I'd better put something on first." Anne laughed as she gently eased her hand out of my father's strong but gentle grip. "At least for a little while. Maybe some of those clothes you so kindly bought me." She back-pedalled to the bed, taking me with her. "And besides, I'd like a few minutes alone with your son if that's okay." My father winked at her as he headed to the door. "Just don't wear him out okay." After my father left Anne attacked me with relish, pushed me down on the bed, knelt astride me and began to run her fingers slowly up each inside leg. I shuddered at the thought of her taking control, it was a situation I wasn't used to and I was about to do something about it when my brother interrupted. 'Let her go Freddie my boy, I think it'll be rather fun to let Anne take control if that's what she really wants.' I saw the lecherous expression on Anne's face as she undid the button of my trousers, slowly tugged the zipper down and pulled them down to my ankles. I watched her as she hopped back to make room my gaze riveted first on her breasts as they bounced around with delicious abandon at her every movement, and second on the 'V' at the junction of her spread thighs. I listened to her delightfully lewd and lecherous laugh, so fresh and wholehearted for a girl who had been so badly treated. I watched as she gripped my briefs and pulled them down releasing my erection. "I still can't believe that little old me down here--" she ran a finger between the outer lips of the vulva before gently easing it inside and rubbing her vaginal entrance "--can take all of this!" She wrapped one hand as far around my cock as it would stretch and began to masturbate me slowly as she massaged my steady flow of pre-cum into my cock. My heart missed beat as she suddenly leant forward, wrapped her breasts around my penis and demanded that I hold it steady as she rubbed them up and down its generous, and now slippery, length. Thankfully though it didn't last for too long, like my brother and I she only wanted my cock in one place. She slid herself up the length of me until she was in position. "Make love to me Winston, be the first on my first official night in my new home. I want this to be just that, lovemaking not fucking, that's what you do to the Connie and the other girls and what Cyril and the other guys do to me, with us it has to be unforgettable every time." I went to the drawer beside the bed but she slapped my hand away. "If you're reaching for a condom forget it, we haven't used one yet and I'm not about to start now. After all I am on the pill. Thanks to my parents I've had to be for nearly seven fucking years." I pushed firmly against her sex, felt her hand grip the massive bulk of my penis as she lowered herself gently until the head was pushing against the lips of her vagina. "Do it when you're ready Anne," I said. She lowered herself slowly, gently as I reached for her clitoris and teased it out of its little hiding place. I knew she was being careful was because I was so big, so difficult for a girl to take all at once that she was taking things so easily. "Oh fuck this is so good," she said finally. "I don't think you know just how good a cock like yours can make a woman feel." She fixed her gaze on me. "Uhhmmm! Life should be this good all the time." Her expression combined passion and devotion as her tongue poked out and ran sensually along her top lip. "It will be, it will be," I said as I lay there watching, wanting to say what was in my heart, but knowing it wasn't necessary. It didn't matter to me that her love may have been as a result of a little help from Colin, life was for living and if my brother was giving me a chance to live it to the fullest then so much the better. And it had to be an improvement for Anne too, after all any life she lived here was an improvement on the one at home. Each time Anne took a little more of me she would stop, grip me tightly with her vaginal muscles and contract them against my huge girth as she held still and allowed me to make love to her. Then she'd lower herself a little further scraping her clitoris against my cock, her level of excitement increasing as she moved nearer and nearer to the first of what were usually multiple orgasms. Again and again she repeated the process until the last inch of my cock disappeared into her clutching, squeezing pussy causing her to react in typical fashion. "OH FUCK! Oh God I'm coming Winston. Yeah do you feel it, do you feel my climax, I'm coming, commiiinnnng!" She looked at me, her breath ragged, her tongue running continuously along her upper lip. "Stay still, let me make love to you." She began to fuck me with her pussy, slowly at first because she still had some things on her mind. "Oh Winston I still can't believe it," she said breathlessly as the velvety walls of her pussy continued to squeeze and massage my cock, "I thought when I first saw you that the feelings I had weren't my true feelings. That somehow I wasn't in control." The rhythm of our lovemaking remained the same but the speed increased as she stopped talking for a few seconds and concentrated on bringing me to a sexual peak as she rolled headlong towards her second orgasm which arrived with the prerequisite screams and curses, at which point she began easing things down not allowing my own climax to hit. When she was settled down, resting the soft cheeks of her bottom on my hips and gently squeezing my cock with the muscles of her vagina I went to speak but she held up her hand. "At first I thought it was maybe lust, you know one of those hormonal things that make some women insatiable, but it's not," she smiled, gripped my cock tighter and moved just a little so that her clit could rub gently against the base of my cock as she started to slowly fuck me again, "it's love!" Fifteen minutes later we were in the bath in the en suite, I had a soft facecloth wrapped around my hand and I was washing Anne concentrating on the area between her thighs. "You know we're alike you and I," I said kissing her soapy mouth. "We can watch each other with another person or in an orgy and know by just looking at each other that come the end of the day--" I covered my index finger with the cloth and drew it in an upward direction between her lips until came into contact with her clitoris, which I circled and began rubbing gently "--it won't change what we feel for each other." Anne moved away from my probing finger, got out of the bath and handed me a towel. "I couldn't agree more, we've got each other, your father, Connie and the sort of trust that can only come from a special kind of relationship." I could only nod my head in full agreement. "Well it's nice to hear my name included, now suppose you exercise some of that trust and leave Anne with me. Your father is waiting patiently downstairs." We both turned to see Connie at the door of the en suite minus her bikini. She grabbed my hand, moved me a little to the side and with both hands in the small of my back pushed me gently to the door. "I'll sort out her stuff and dress her up in something that'll give every man in the place an instant hard-on or my name's not Connie Smith. You just join the party." No sooner had I walked into the bedroom than my brother was back. 'Well I guess that was nice even if the love bit was a little over the top. Now come on Winston can't you just do it and leave it at that? I mean what's all this love stuff?' "Don't tell me you don't understand, you had a girlfriend once until she was killed in that car accident. And we all wanted to be there for you but you had to move out to deal with it didn't you. Yes I'm in love with Anne, now maybe she doesn't love me in the conventional sense and maybe you can stop her from loving me or me from loving her and probably both, but would you?' 'Of course not, but you know what the strangest thing is Fred?' I shrugged my shoulders almost involuntarily. 'No.' 'I have this feeling that now she knows you and has spent a little time with you she would, if I returned her to her normal self, probably still love you!' I made my way outside via my bedroom to put on a pair of bathers. When I got outside I grabbed a beer and stood to one side where I was immediately joined by the statuesque, big-breasted and very, very naked Francie McKinnon. She grinned, turned to face me, pressed her chest to mine and covered my mouth with hers and forced her tongue through my opening lips as she pushed her left hand into my bathers and fished out my cock which she began to slowly masturbate. What else could I do, I reached around and grabbed two handfuls of her well rounded arse as I began a five minute duel against her probing tongue with my own. And it was while we were duelling with our tongues, when she stopped masturbating me and forced my 8-inches between her slightly open thighs and began to dry hump me that we heard a collective gasp all around the patio and the pool. Francie and I separated, looked across and saw Connie, still naked and standing next to us. Then we looked up and saw Anne! She was walking slowly towards us wearing a three button white bolero top with just one button done up. She wasn't wearing a bra and the 'inner' of her 40-D breasts were visible to the areola her erect nipples making indentation into the material of her jacket. Her matching skirt was ultra short, flared and swirling just enough with the extravagant sway of her hips to reveal that the thong panties she was wearing were white as well. There were five women around the patio and pool area, all of them naked and yet I just couldn't take my eyes from Anne. She was the quintessence of sex. I doubt there was a Playboy Playmate or Bunny who ever had a greater effect on her audience than Anne was having at this moment. I looked down and saw that somehow my bathers had been removed and that Connie was holding them. I don't even remember lifting each foot, or Connie bending to pick them up, a sight that would have normally riveted my attention. I looked at my cock, I think it was more erect than at any other time in my life. It was as if it was saluting Anne's incomparable beauty. Suddenly Francie dashed from my side tits bouncing gloriously as ran to the side of the pool and whispered to the two girls who were standing in the pool arms resting on the side. Then she ran to the stereo at the back of the patio and reached for a CD from a collection that was sitting on a collapsible picnic table. Just as Anne, who hadn't taken her eyes off me, reached me the strains of 'Take Me to the River' by Talking Heads began to echo loudly from the four speakers spread around the patio. Then we heard the sounds of someone getting out of the pool. It was the two girls who had come with the two guys who had been in the pool with them. They quickly dried themselves before walking slowly towards Anne. Taking a hand each they led her to a blow-up mattress by the pool. There they stripped her of her three miniscule pieces of clothing before they started to make love to her from either side of her naked body. One started stroking, licking and sucking on her breasts while the other began to gently make love to her pussy. Sometimes she would lick, sometimes she would suck on Anne's clitoris causing her to cry out with pure pleasure, and sometimes she would use one, then two and sometimes three fingers to fuck her. While the girl was fucking her with her fingers she seemed to unerringly find her G-spot at the same time as she licked and sucked and tenderly bit her clit taking her through climax after climax as Anne forced her shoulders into the mattress, positioned her feet behind her knees and thrust her hips into the air grinding her pussy against the girls probing fingers and tongue and sucking mouth and her tits into the other girls mouth and tongue. It was then that the two guys from the pool stepped out revealing that they too were naked, then that they positioned themselves behind each of the two girl and began fucking them. Connie and I took a quick look around and saw Francie, after having loaded the five disc tray of the stereo, grab Terry Foster's hand, move over to my father, remove his bathers and begin to fuck him while taking Terry's cock into her hungry mouth. Then we saw Betty Hart being fucked doggy fashion by Joe Collins while she was deep-throating Morrie Dixon. After we took another look at the tableau of three girls and two guys next to the pool, and after we saw that Anne was ecstatic, lost in her own world of sexual excess, Connie climbed up my body, wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, slotted her dribbling cunt onto my drooling cock and began to slowly fuck me. At least that was what she did until Michael Foster walked up behind her, took a hold of her shoulders and began to lower her down until she was horizontal to the ground. At that point I gripped her arse in both hands to steady her knowing full well, as did Connie, what he was planning. I watched grinning as Michael lowered her more and more until her head was slightly lower than the level of his groin, watched as Connie tilted her head down as far as it would go and opened her mouth wide. She was anxious indeed for another taste of Michael Foster's cock. And he didn't keep her waiting. No sooner had she opened her mouth than he began to slide his 7-inch erection inside. Yes indeed, another orgy had begun! ------- Chapter 10: Sunday February 6: Unwelcome Visitors By two thirty in the morning I was sitting next to Anne on the patio and we were drinking coffee and chatting about the night's activities. My father was in bed snoring his head off and Connie's room was burning the only light in the house while she was in the company of Michael who at her insistence had decided to spend the night. I was wearing a pair of cream coloured slacks and a yellow sports shirt while Anne was dressed in the white skirt and matching bolero jacket Connie had dressed her in at the start of the evening. She was of course sans thong, that having disappeared almost immediately. "I really loved tonight Winston, you know I honestly never thought that sex and fucking with so many different people could be such a buzz. Oh I know I'd had sex with you and your father and Michael and also a little fun with Connie, but this was different. I mean there was you and dad," Anne over the last couple of hours of the party had to taken to calling my father dad because she really felt like one of the family, "the Fosters, Joe and Morrie and those other two guys you made the deal with Gerald Mulvaney and Patrick Richardson." She had been counting them on her fingers. "Fuck that's eight!" She laughed. "And considering I fucked you and Michael and that Gerald and Patrick twice," she counted on her fingers again, "that's twelve separate fucks. God no wonder my poor little pussy is so sore." She licked her top lip, gave me a cuddle and kissed me on the cheek. "But it's a good sore." She smiled. "And then there was all those blowjobs," she pressed her hand against the bulge in my pants, "after sucking that big cock of yours the rest were easy." I pulled her onto my lap and cuddled her against me in an entirely nonsexual fashion. I think we were both well and truly sexed out by now. "And what about all that girl-girl stuff at the start of the evening, what did you think of that? I mean with you and Connie it has only ever been just playful touching, tickling and cuddling with a few light pecks on the cheek. "It was so cool, you know I never thought I'd get off on doing it with girls, never thought that it would be such a turn on, but it was fantastic. I just loved having those girls sucking on my titties and on my pussy, I even loved sucking theirs." She grinned lecherously. "God what was their names? Oh yeah, Cindy and Cheri, they were so good I just couldn't help but have multiple orgasms on their tongues and fingers." "Yeah I know Anne, we heard. And I think if we'd had any close neighbours they would have heard as well." She turned to face me and kissed me hard on the lips her tongue pushing them apart until it found and began to duel with mine. We kissed like that for several seconds until she broke the kiss, pulled back and looked at me. "I guess what I'm really trying to say by talking about everything that happened tonight is that if this was the true test of our relationship then it worked. Oh I thought when you disappeared for a while that you were upset when I got involved in that group session with the Fosters and Gerald and Patrick and Cheri and Cindy. Especially when they took turns at my arse." She laughed again. "And then when I saw you come out of the games room naked with an equally naked Joe and Betty I knew better, knew somehow that you'd fucked Betty up the arse." She looked at me with the relaxed appearance of, and the assured manner of, someone who at last knew their place in the scheme of things. "Sure I enjoyed tonight and even now I'd go to bed with your father sore pussy and all, but at the end of the night it really is still only your bed I want to end up in, your arms I want to feel around me." 'I'm going little brother but I think I should warn you you're about to get a visit from some of Connie's... er... ex friends.' 'Well shouldn't you hang around and... ?' '... Give you a hand? No I don't think so, if you do it right you'll be able to handle them easily, after all they aren't very intelligent. But if you do happen to get into trouble I promise I won't be far away.' 'But how did they... ?' '... Know? One trip too many into town by Connie I'd say. Still it was bound to happen sooner or later. At least this way you can fix them up once and for all.' Suddenly I saw a set of lights near the rear entrance to our property, the one we used when we didn't want to be seen so readily coming and going. Anne was all set to continue talking until I held up my hand. "Quiet Anne!" One second it was there and the next it wasn't, and if it hadn't been for my brother I probably would have dismissed it as nothing. My voice had been abrupt so I took Anne's hand and smiled. "Sorry Anne but I saw something, call me paranoid if you like but I'm sure there were headlights out there. Now I've learn enough from some of the thugs I've killed, some of the things I've done to make me immediately suspicious." "And I know enough about some of the things that have happened while I've been around you to trust your instincts. So no need to say your sorry, just do whatever it is you have to do." I took her hand, raced inside and headed straight for Connie's bedroom where Michael was flat on his back while Connie was exhausting her sexual energy on him. They motioned for us to join them but I held up my hand. "Sorry there's no time, Connie you'll have to get off him. We're going to have a couple of visitors and unless I'm seriously mistaken I think that they are former friends of yours." I turned my attention to Michael. "Now when I turn the light out and the night-light on I want your help." "What the hell do you mean by former friends Winston?" Connie moved next to Anne, she was scared now and more than a little puzzled. "And how can you be so sure?" "Trust him Connie," said Anne. "When he gets these sort of feelings it isn't a real good time to start asking questions." A feeling of cool determination came over me. "She's right Connie you have to trust me. Do you remember when my father and I rescued you that we took some drugs along with that large sum of money?" Connie nodded her head slowly. "Well I'd say your friends are here to get back what they lost, and that includes you. Although I tend to think they only want you back to kill you." "You're not going to let them take me back are you?" You're not going to let them do anything to me? Please say you won't Winston!" Anne put her arm around a naked Connie. "Of course he won't." She turned to face me. "Will you Winston?" She turned and gave Connie a hug before turning back to me and standing not a foot from me with her hands on her hips. "So tell her!" "Well of course I'm not, we're all family now." I turned to Connie. "For now though put on a nightie, get back into bed and pretend you're asleep." I turned to Anne. "Anne, you can find something similar to change into and join her. The two of you should be able to create enough of a distraction for Michael and I who will be standing in the room either side of this doorway." I certainly attracted Michael's attention then, he looked at me with an expression akin to panic on his face. "You mean we're going to fight these... these people? I'm not really that much when it comes to..." I held up my hand and put a finger to my lips. "Listen! Do you hear the door? You don't have any option now Michael, they're bound to find this bedroom eventually." Michael poked his head out through the doorway. "Are you sure it's who you think it is?" I was getting irritated now. In an angry whisper I said, "Well I certainly don't think it's a fucking coincidence!" "Then why didn't you just lock the door and keep them out that way? Surely that'll make them think twice about breaking in. Maybe they'll even leave, save us the trouble of..." "Trouble!" I was only whispering but the tone of my voice made it clear how things stood. "At the moment we know they're here, that gives us the advantage. But if you really don't want to fight then hide under the fucking bed because you ain't leaving this room." "Well when you put it like that," Michael moved as if to head out of the room, moved as if what little common sense he had had deserted him, "what are we standing here for, let's..." I had to grab his arm and pull him back. "And do what? Lose the element of surprise?" I pushed him back against the wall. "Besides, if we do that we'll probably just scare them off, make them more careful next time." I looked at Michael my expression serious. "Make no mistake, if we don't stop them now there will be a next time. And anyway I want more than that, if it's them, and I think it is, I want to make sure that the bastards don't get away. I want to deal with them once and for all." At first it looked as though I was wrong when the footsteps headed through the kitchen and study, away from Connie's room and towards the front of the house. I knew there was no one in the front bedroom, the lounge or the main study. The question was when they found those rooms empty where would they go? I was hoping against hope that they wouldn't move in the direction of my father's room. While I waited I tried to put myself in their position, but before I even had a chance I heard them heading in this direction. I took a quick check, Connie was lying half on her back, half on her side with her right hand roaming all over Anne's body. Michael was in position on the other side of the doorway. Now all that was left was to wait, the footsteps were barely audible but my senses were acute enough to know that they were very close. I was looking forward to this, the sex tonight had been fun and Anne the best of the fun, but this was the game that I really enjoyed even if it didn't look like my brother was going to be around to help. I just had to hope that Michael would be able to hold up his end sufficiently to at least give us a chance. I took a last look at the bed, a last look at Connie in her white lace nightie and Anne in a pair of burgundy coloured shortie pyjamas as I waited anxiously to see which of the thugs Connie had described would walk into the room. It didn't take long, from the two thick bunches of hair standing up on his head it had to be Spike, and he had a knife in his hand! He walked to the bed and motioned for his friend to follow him in. The looks of the second one tied in with Connie's description of the one called Logjam. Both Anne and Connie looked up playing the part of being scared and it was Connie who spoke. "No Spike, Log, please! I didn't, I wouldn't... I would've died if..." She didn't get a chance to finish as Spike turned to Logjam, neither of them choosing to look behind them. "Just like old times Log', and they've even prettied her up for us. And just look at this one, we got ourselves a bonus here, and a real pretty one at that. Makes you realise what you've been missing, you know I can't wait to..." I didn't give Spike a chance to finish, I picked him up as I felt a searing pain in my right arm courtesy of the knife in his hand. It didn't make any difference though as I held him up with all of my considerable strength and slammed him screaming against the corner of the doorframe. That took the wind out of him, caused him to drop the knife and land face down. I grabbed him by the spikes of his hair, pulled his head back, grabbed the knife and held it against his throat before looking across to Michael who was struggling against the other one called Logjam. "I'd let him go if I was you, that is unless you want me to test how sharp this knife is by slitting your friend's throat." I looked Logjam steadily in the eye and held his gaze as I began to increase the pressure until a slight trickle of blood began to seep from Spike's throat. "Then again maybe he'll listen if you talk to him." I said turning my attention to Spike for a split-second a I increased the pressure of the knife causing more blood to flow and Spike to panic. "For fuck's sake let him go Log', this crazy bastard really means it!" Logjam let Michael go and they both stood up and looked in my direction as I continued to hold the knife against Spike's throat. Out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed Connie get off the bed as soon as she realised that neither of the two thugs could see what she was doing. I had no idea what she was planning at first until I saw her reach to the side of the dresser and pull out an old baseball bat of mine. I'd forgotten all about it in the excitement and it was to Connie's credit that she was calm enough to spot it and game enough to use it. All I had to do was keep Logjam's attention, particularly as I already had Spike's head turned away from the bed. "What about you?" I asked the one called Logjam. "Do you think I'm crazy?" He started to shake his head until Connie produced a blow that would have sent his head into orbit if she'd been able to dislodge it from his body. Then she gripped the wooden shaft firmly in both hands and knelt down in front of Spike so he would know what was coming and feel the fear. I could see she wanted to say something, if only by the hatred written across her face, but I could see she had decided he wasn't worth it and that all the payment she needed was his expression of abject terror. Finally, satisfied that he was sufficiently petrified Connie readied herself and lined up his head. I had to take a firmer grip by putting a knee in the small of his back in an attempt to steady him he was shaking so much. Then when she was satisfied Connie unleashed a line drive I would have been proud of during my school baseball days. Blood spurted from Spike's nose as it broke in several places, from his top lip and both of his cheeks. I took hold of Connie's hand as I glanced across at Anne who had a hand between her legs beneath her pyjama pants giving a clear indication of how much Connie's violent attack had effected her. "You really are quite something," I said to Connie as I walked over, helped Anne to her feet and held her shoulders. "And so are you Anne. I mean who else would lie on the bed masturbating in the midst of all this violence. Finally I looked across at Michael who had slumped to the floor in a state of shock by what had happened. I watched Anne walk over to her clothes before she suddenly stopped and turned to back to me. "You're bleeding! How come you're bleeding?" I looked down at my arm, saw that it was only a flesh wound and realised why my brother had stayed away. It was a reminder of just what could happen to me without his help if I wasn't careful. 'Well don't we always bleed when we're cut with a knife? And don't worry, it looks a lot worse than it is.' Then I saw Anne turn to Connie and speak in hushed respectful tones. "Just where did you learn to use a baseball bat like that? I mean wow I am impressed." She smiled. "I never did Anne, all I needed was to hate them. But even that wouldn't have been any good if Winston hadn't been able to pick him up so easily--" she pointed down at Spike and smiled as she continued breathlessly "--and body slam him into the door frame. That's what impressed me." She felt my upper arm and continued. "Such muscles Anne, such strength, it's no wonder you fell for him he really is a wonderful man." As if on cue Anne walked over with Connie and they both started to press against me as they looked at the bloodied and beaten bodies of Spike and Logjam, but I had to put a stop to it. "There's no time for that either of you. Once I've patched up my arm Michael and I need to get them into the shed, tie them up and tape their mouths shut just in case. I looked around half expecting my father to be standing there, but of course he wouldn't be. Once he was drunk and asleep not even a bomb would shift him. I turned back to Anne and Connie. "While Michael and I are doing that the pair of you can clean the carpets." No more than a minute after I had cleaned and bandaged my wound and Michael and I had completed the job in the shed we were on our way back to the house and racing in the direction of a scream. I moved with practiced stealth as Michael followed me to the bedroom. Then just as we were moving carefully down the passage towards Connie's bedroom I heard a voice. "What did you think slut, that you were going to get away just like that? Did you think that we'd forget all about you? Why the fuck do you think we did all those things to you. Maybe you can tell your tasty friend here what it was like, how you used to get fucked several times a day until you got all used up. First though you're gonna tell me what happened here, how come there's blood on the floor and on that bat. Then you're going to tell me where my friends are. Otherwise I'm going to slice and dice the two of you with this knife." Several second went by before the voice continued. "Hey I'll bet you're not getting it from them here like you used to get it from us?" Both Michael and I stood back from the doorway and heard an evil sounding laugh. "And I just bet you're getting it from all of them ain't you? Horny fucking bitch like you wouldn't stop at just one, would you?" I pointed to the bedroom and indicated for Michael to go to the right while I went to the left. I fully expected him to be staring our way as we moved to the doorway, but of course he wasn't. He had his back to us with both girls on the bed while he was sitting on Connie's stomach with a gun at her throat. Fortunately, with her eyes closed and her view partially blocked by the enormous frame of the man Connie wouldn't be able to give us away. That gave me the opportunity to take full advantage of the situation, I took two steps into the room, put an arm around the man's throat, grabbed his wrist at the same time, pulled him back so hard I almost pulled his head off his shoulders, pinned both his wrists and relieved him of his gun. I could guess what was going to happen next so I waited, and this time it was Anne. She was quickly to her feet and reaching for the bat which she slammed against the left side of his head. Then before he could fall she straightened him up with a smash to the right side and watched with a smile as he collapsed in a bloodied heap. I looked at the girls and grinned. "You know I think we just might have the makings of a good softball team." Connie gazed into my eyes. "That's twice you and your father have saved my life Winston, now I'm never going to be able to go." She stood up, put her arms around my waist and pulled me to her before indicating Anne to join us. "Not that I'd ever want to," she added turning to Anne, "How about you?" "I don't think I have to answer that do you." Anne kissed me, pressed her hand to my groin and then gave Connie a big hug. "I have a question though Winston. How in the name of hell did they find me?" Connie discarded her nightie and walked naked to the other side where her clothes were lying in a pile on the floor and began to dress. "I don't understand," said Anne who had also begun dressing. "How did who find Connie? What the hell is this all about? What does it all mean?" I was going to answer but a voice came from outside the room. "What in the hell happened here?" My father walked into the room and looked down at the man on the floor before looking at Connie and Anne who were just about finished dressing. Before I could answer he directed his next question to Connie. "Is this one of those bastards who lived in the place we found you?" By this time Michael was by his side. Connie simply nodded her head and looked at me to answer. Thinking about what my brother had said I simply said to Connie, "I guess it was bound to happen one day, probably from one too many visits to town." I directed my next answer to Anne as I explained briefly about the circumstances surrounding how my father and I found and helped nurse Connie to a full recovery and how she has been a faithful family friend ever since. Then I turned to my father. "I gather this is the one called Braindead dad. But that's not all," I said as my father waited in his usual calm and dispassionate manner for me to continue, "there's two more in the shed, the ones Connie referred to as Spike and Logjam. It's okay though, Michael and I have them tied and gagged. They are also slightly the worse for wear thanks to Connie's recently discovered ability with a baseball bat." My father didn't panic when I told him about these first two, neither did he panic when he realised just how badly injured these goons were and that something would have to be done. It was this ability not to panic and to see the complete picture that had taught me so much, that had kept our family out of the clutches of the law for so many years. Connie took Anne's hand as she looked at me, my father and Michael in turn. On her face was a lecherous smile as she said, "I guess all things considered a quick fuck's out of the question then?" The laugh was instantaneous and broke the tension causing even Anne to laugh as my father pointed unnecessarily to the man on the floor and indicated in the direction of the shed. Then he saw the bandage on my arm. "What happened Winston?" "It's just a flesh wound, nothing serious." "Okay I'll take your word for it, now while Michael and I take this piece of shit to the shed and while Connie and Anne clean up this mess you can find their car, bring it back and park it in the garage, we need to know what make and colour it is." "But it's probably stolen." "That's not a problem, by the time we've finished it won't matter whether the car's stolen or not, the owner won't recognise it even if he's standing next to it." Once I'd located the car, it took me five minutes to get it back to the house and one minute to get it safely in the garage. Thirty seconds later I was in the shed reporting to my father that it was a late model white Holden Commodore. "Perfect." To Michael he said, "Give Benny a call, tell him the make and model, that we want a quick spray job, white to maroon, replacement seats, different number plates, all the usuals with the engine and make and model numbers, new hub caps and new carpet no questions asked. And tell him it's worth five grand on top of the cost of the parts if he finishes it this morning or early this afternoon. I'll leave my car in the driveway. After that you're free to give Connie that stiff cock she needs so badly," he thought for a moment, looked at me and smiled before turning back to Michael, "and if you've got the stamina Anne as well, if she wants it." ------- Around an hour later three very naked and very scared young men were tied to separate chairs trying their best not to swallow paper while half a roll of masking tape covered their mouths. Their eyes were taped open so they wouldn't miss any of the punishment that was about to be inflicted on each of them. In the garage Benny was working on the late model Holden having given an estimated finishing time of around lunchtime, which was more than satisfactory for my father because it meant that we'd be ready to go for a drive around seven. Meanwhile I was standing in front of the man known as Logjam when my father walked in armed with a milk bottle, a mobile phone and a nutcracker. "You enjoyed sticking that big thing in Connie didn't you?" The muffled noise that came from behind the tape naturally didn't satisfy my father. "You had better answer me," he continued. When the same sound came back he slapped him hard with the back of his hand. "You know I reckon, judging by the state of her backside when we found her, you spent most of your time doing her there didn't you." He moved closer and screamed in his ear. "DIDN'T YOU?" Then he gave him a harder slap, this time on the other cheek, before he dialled a number on the mobile and handed it to me. "Should be Francie on the other end, tell her I need her help, that she should enjoy herself and that it's worth money to her." It seemed to ring for ages and I was just about to give up when someone finally picked up the phone and the voice of a young woman came on the line. "Who the fuck doesn't know what fucking time it is?" There was some hesitation as she must have been focusing on a clock. "It's five-o-fucking-clock I the morning and this better be fucking good!" "Francie?" "Yes, who the fuck is... ?" "Winston Hillman, you were at my father's place last night. We have a situation that needs your expert..." "Hey hang on a minute, now I like sex as much as the rest of your household appear to but there comes a time when even I have to rest. Now if you was talking about another party tonight then you could..." "Will you shut the fuck up a minute Francie! Nicely of course. It's not a party as such, but we do need the use of that sexy body of yours. And it'll be worth--" I looked at my father who held up five fingers twice "--about a grand for about thirty minutes work." I looked to my father for confirmation and he nodded his head. "Count me in but how do I... ?" I took a piece of paper my father handed me, there was an address on it. "I'll pick you up, I should be there in about twenty minutes." An hour later I was holding the milk bottle over logjam's penis which was becoming semi-erect and pressing firmly against the opening while Francie, who was standing on a table directly in front of him, did a sensual and sexy striptease to the 'INXS' songs 'Mystify', 'Suicide Blonde' and the appropriately titled 'Devil Inside' which were programmed on continuous repeat. My father was sitting on an old stool facing the man and studying the effect Valerie was having. As the blood flowed and his penis became more and more erect the pressure began to increase until it was nearly at the stage where the immovable force of the bottle would be broken by the irresistible growth of Logjams enormous erection which was longer and thicker even than mine. Suddenly he turned to face the other two and pointed to Francie. "She's got some kind of body hasn't she? Guess you know what's going to happen here don't you?" Francie who had just one thing to take off moved her body closer to the broken blood spattered faces of Spike and Braindead while her hips continued moving to the irresistible beat, the pounding sensual rhythms of 'Suicide Blonde'. "Got a hard-on yet? Look at your friend," she said as she gripped her panties by the waistband and bent slightly forward so that her bare breasts came tantalisingly close, "you know I reckon if I go back to your pal, turn my back on him, bend over as I take these off and give him a good look at my pussy before I push it into his face that he'll just about bust that bottle, what do you think?" My father leant slightly forward and looked from one to the other. "We found Connie in a bath that had been used as a toilet. We found cuts, bruises and needle marks. Add to that her two broken legs and broken arm and it was a wonder we found her alive at all." He got off the stool, moved right up close to Logjam, gripped both the base of his penis and his testicles, squeezed hard and gave them several brutal tugs. "You pumped her so full of drugs we wondered at times whether she had more drugs in her system than she did blood." I was waiting for my father to continue, but like me he stopped and watched along with Braindead and Spike as Francie turned back to Logjam and got to her knees. She pulled the crotch of her panties between the puffy outer lips of her vagina and started to pump her groin at him. "Connie tells me that when you get real hard it gets really big and thick, that it's a brutal cock and that it hurt like fuck every time you jammed it up her." She smiled sweetly as she moved her hips backwards and forwards in time to the pulsating beat of 'Devil Inside' which had just started. "Don't look to me like it needs to get much thicker to break the milk bottle Winston's holding." I maintained a firm grip on the bottle as I watched with interest the creases that showed on Logjam's forehead, then I gazed at his penis. The man's cock was massive, 10-inches long and 21⁄2-inches thick if it was an inch, and it was clearly losing the mind battle as he tried desperately to control the physical feelings pulsing through his organ as Francie pushed her pussy closer to his face until his nose was only a matter of centimetres away from her pussy lips. My father smiled before turning back to Spike and Braindead. "By the time she takes her panties off, rubs her vagina all over the face of your friend and tongues off his testicles he should just about bust the bottle." He turned back to Logjam and I couldn't help but smile as I saw Logjam suck his cheeks in, saw a few more lines appear on his forehead. Then my father leant closer and said with quiet contempt, "Somehow I don't think you'll be busting girl's arses any more." Finally he looked at Francie. "I think it's time honey." She smile sweetly at the man. "I think you're gonna get what's coming to you." She pushed her panties over her hips, stood up and slipped them off. What she did then nearly did it. She stood on her right leg with her left leg held straight up in the vertical splits and with perfect balance brushed her moist pussy against his nose as she shimmied her hips to shake her breasts in time to the first repeat of 'Mystify'. Then she jumped off the table, onto the floor and knelt at his side. There wasn't much room with Winston still there holding the bottle, but there was enough for her to be able to take his balls into her mouth. Until that moment Logjam hadn't made much noise, hadn't produce more than a few grunts. A naked girl licking his testicles though was the final straw, his penis became fully erect and broke the bottle. When the sharp pieces cut the flesh, all the blood sprayed out of his swollen penis a lot quicker than it had pumped in and he passed out. I looked at Logjams bloodied and badly cut penis and then at the bottle before turning to Spike and Braindead and showing it to them. "Looks like I'll have to find another couple of bottles before we do the same to you." I looked down at both their groins. "Don't reckon the bottles will have to be quite as big." I turned to Francie. "What do you think?" She laughed heartily as she continued to dance and touch her naked body to the vibrant, vital rhythms of 'INXS'. "With needle dicks like these I reckon a couple of those small medicine bottles will do." I watched as my father walked over to the bench behind the table where he picked something up. Then he spoke to Francie as he came back with the nutcrackers. You don't have to stay if you don't want to. I think you've more than earned your money, and besides you must be tired." Her eyes went from the unconscious form of Logjam to the other two and on to the nutcrackers in my father's hand. "If it's all the same to you I think I'd like to stay. Nobody should be able to do what they did to a spunky little sexpot like Connie and get away with it." I watched with Francie and we both listened carefully as my father moved over to Spike and showed him the nutcrackers. I had thought that my idea with the bottles had been sadistic enough, but compared to the punishment my father had planned it was run of the mill. Almost tame in comparison. "I don't usually have any trouble cracking any sort of nuts," said my father smiling venomously as he indicated for Francie to walk over and hold his penis out of the way. My father then looked at Spike mischievously and grinned. "But I reckon I just might have trouble cracking these two." He waited until I got into position to see better and then squeezed with most of his considerable strength. The scream that came just before Spike passed out was loud enough to indicate just how much it hurt. My father finally turned to the last one, Braindead. "Well one got his cock cut to pieces, another got his testicles crushed, what should I do with you?" He turned to Francie and finally to me. "Any suggestions?" "Short of castrating him I can't think of a thing." "Dad moved closer to Braindead. "Neither can I, so guess what? That's what we're going to do. And do you know who's going to do it? Connie! Now doesn't it seem like justice that she should inflict the punishment on the last one?" Ten minutes later Connie was in the shed. She was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, the cutthroat razor in her hand, but she was clearly having trouble doing what my father was asking of her, which was understandable, after all cutting off body parts wasn't for everybody. Not one to give in easily my father called in Anne who, with one castration under her belt was something of an expert and definitely willing to help. And so, with a blindfold over her eyes so she couldn't see what she was cutting and with Anne's expert hand guiding her, Connie was able to accomplish the task with some degree of authority. I half expected Francie to turn her head at such a sight but I should have known better, someone with her worldly experience had seen it all before! It was seven-o-clock that night when we were ready to leave. Cleaning had been accomplished with a minimum of fuss and with everyone's help. Not because they were ordered to — that wasn't my father's style — but because they wanted to. They could also be trusted not to talk because they were 'family' and nobody looked after them as well as my father. While we were standing in front of the two cars my father turned to Connie and Anne who were the first two of five people standing at the open French windows. "It's about a four and a half hour drive, allow an hour to make sure things go right, the same time for the drive back and I reckon we should be back sometime after half-four or five." He turned to Michael and Francie. "Michael thanks for keeping the girls company. And Francie, you were really special today, what you did was so much more than I could have asked for." Francie walked him up and kissed him on the lips. "That thousand was a bonus, I would have done what I did today for free just for the privilege of seeing them get what they deserve." Finally the fifth one, Benny, walked up with Michael, grabbed my father by the shoulders and turned him around. "Will you two fuck off so I can enjoy a little of what you promised after all my hard work with the car." My father laughed heartily. "And a good job it was too, especially at such short notice. And I promise that the girls will reward you very well." Then he put his arm around me. "I guess that's our cue son," and he went to his late model Falcon in the driveway while I headed to the garage and the resprayed, specially prepared Commodore that Benny had done such a good job on. We took Citylink through the Domain Tunnel where we linked onto the Westgate Freeway, crossed over the bridge and joined onto the Princes Freeway that took us to Geelong. From there we took the Surf Coast Highway past the Geelong airport. By the time we passed the Torquay Golf Club and hit the Great Ocean Road it was a quarter after ten. A little over an hour later, after a quick stop to eat some chicken we'd taken with us, we finally reached our destination several kilometres the other side of Lorne. There was no time to waste with this being the holiday season, and with my father keeping a lookout I used the baseball bat we brought with us to make sure our three pieces of baggage remained unconscious. Then I used all of my considerable strength to manoeuvre the three bodies around in the car. Spike and Logjam from the back to the front and Braindead flat out on the back seat. "Can you manage this by yourself Winston? I think I'd better take a drive up the road and then come back down, no sense in making anybody who might come along too suspicious, or giving them something to remember for that matter." "I don't know whether I..." 'Tell him you can little brother, after all there will be two of us pushing. And as far as I can tell there won't be anyone coming along in the next ten minutes to disturb us.' My father was about to get out of the car when I held up my hand. "No it's all right pop, I've given it some thought and I will be able to manage okay." "You sure? I mean this is important. I mean we can't afford for you to get caught pushing this car with three bodies in it so if you're not one hundred percent certain you can do it I need to know." 'Tell him Winston. Tell him. Push him back into his car.' I pushed my father back into his car and shut the door. "We're wasting time pop, I mean the longer we leave it the more chance there is of getting caught. So don't worry I will be able to manage, after all I only need to build up a little momentum, and with the driver's side window open I'll be able to steer it in the right direction." "All right then son," he said as he put his car into drive. "Now I'll be back in exactly fifteen minutes, you should be done by then. If you're finished early hide until exactly the time and then come out, okay? I nodded my head and checked my watch as he drove off. 'You know I didn't interfere when you were punishing those three idiots but I could have, after all you really should learn some self-control.' 'Just what do you mean?' 'You 'had' to suggest cutting off that Braindead's cock didn't you? I mean you could've found something else couldn't you. You could have suggested cutting his nose off, maybe slicing off little pieces of skin and pouring boiling fat into the wounds or ripping off his finger and toe nails couldn't you. I mean those are only suggestions but any one of them would've been different from that little episode on Thursday night. I mean they are going to find these three, see that one of them has been castrated and the other two wounded down there, forensics will do there job and naturally the police will put two and two together. So at least our father did the right thing stopping you from doing any more to them after Anne assisted Connie with the castration." 'Will they... ?' 'Will they be able to find anything that could lead to you, father or anyone close to you? Of course not, I'm quite careful enough to make sure of that. After all I can't afford anything to happen to 'you' can I?' It occurred to me that he didn't mention my father or any of our 'close friends and family'. 'Why should I? I mean he'll be safe by association as will anyone else close to you. Now let's get going, ' continued my brother as my father's car disappeared over the horizon. 'Turn the steering wheel about a quarter turn and then get to the back and start the car rolling. Once that's done race to the driver's side window and straighten up the wheel when I tell you to.' I turned the steering wheel until my brother told me when, then I went to the back of the car and began to push. It was easy, surprisingly easy. But then I shouldn't have been surprised after all that had happened. 'No you shouldn't little brother, you shouldn't. Now that you've got the car moving race to the driver's side and straighten up the front wheels until you get there. That should take you to an extra large gap in the trees straight ahead, over the edge and down a hill steep enough for the car to burst into flames on impact at the bottom.' A single push was all it had taken to get the car moving, then when I raced forward and straightened the front wheels I allowed the car to move past until the back was level with me. A continued push built up plenty of momentum until I was able to let go as the front of the car split the gap in the trees perfectly. Finally as the car began hurtling unstoppably down through some other trees, over some bushes and through some undergrowth I waited in lurid anticipation for the car to come to its fiery resting place. That resting place was going to be a large number of rocks at the bottom, unless of course a tree got in the way. 'It won't Winston, it won't trust me. I picked this line because there isn't anything to push it more than a few inches off line, which will be more than enough leeway. And the collision with the rocks will cause the car to roll and burst into flames and that'll set off, well you know. Now suppose you just watch what happens.' Colin proved to be correct in every detail. The car went straight for the rocks building up a frightening pace as it brushed through the pushes and over the undergrowth splitting gaps between other trees perfectly until the explosive impact came. The car rolled twice before it burst into flames and rolled once before I decided to check my watch. Ten minutes had gone, that left four minutes to watch the fire, watch for further explosions which at first didn't come. Then just as I was about to walk away the first blast came followed a split second later by a second one as the car and the three bodies blew to smithereens. 'Oh wow! I mean fuck that was good. You know I can understand why some people get a kick out of this sort of. I mean maybe it was a little over the top but Jesus it was good.' 'How right you are Fred, how right you are. But I think it's time you got going don't you?' I looked at my watch, saw that fourteen minutes had passed and began the walk back to the road, reaching it just as my father pulled up in his car. One look at the smile on my face was the only explanation he needed as I got into the car and we drove off. ------- "How did it go?" The question was from both girls, and not unexpectedly they were sharing the same bed, Connie's. "Perfect absolutely perfect. I think the three of them must have got blown into a million bits." I grabbed Anne by the hand and pulled her out of the bed. "I might be tired honey but I've still got some energy left for you." "Just as well, seeing you is creating an itch in my cunt that needs scratching with a long, thick and very, very hard cock," said Anne with a breathless sensuality as she ran her tongue over and around her perfectly formed cock-sucking lips. I watched Anne's shapely bottom as she made her way to the door before turning to Connie and my father who was already undressing. "Makes it all worthwhile doesn't it." Connie smiled broadly. "Yes it does. Now fuck off! PLEASE!" Back in Anne's room I had just finished undressing when my brother returned. 'This is working out quite well little brother, it's almost as if you knew I wanted you to be alone with Anne.' I allowed a little smile to cross my lips. 'No not for that, though God knows I could never get tired of doing it with all these women about the place. No, what I really need is to discuss a little plan that I've got in mind, the plan being the main reason Anne is here. It's something that'll answer all of those questions I can see that are on your mind but that you are to afraid to ask. But before we get around to business I think we'll have ourselves a little pleasure and give Anne something she just never seems to tire of.' ------- Chapter 11A: Friday February 11: Anne - Free At Last WARNING! WARNING!! As with Chapters 5 and 8 this two part chapter contains descriptions of extreme violence of a physical and sexual nature — BERWICK BOB! ------- Nathaniel Bristoll pushed his way through the small gap between the side fence and the beaten up old Volvo in the driveway. 'Has he done anything since that business with the Braithwaite girl?' 'No little brother he hasn't. It's been almost three weeks since that experience and he's gone so far as changing the course of his jogging in an attempt to avoid her. Naturally the change was an attempt to avoid further temptation, and it may have succeeded if he hadn't been at work when a certain lady, who just happens to be a regular customer at his uncles garage where he works, just happened to call in.' 'Did you have anything to... ?' 'Not this time little brother, it was purely coincidence, and a timely one at that. Though even that may not have been enough if a young girl who was obviously her daughter hadn't been with her at the time. She really is rather pretty this girl, you know much as I hate the little bastard he certainly does know good stock when he sees it, as you'll find out presently. 'He was hooked as soon as he saw her. With her long impeccably groomed jet black hair, a complexion deeply tanned and blemish free and a figure so exquisite it made him forget his good intentions and make her his next target. 'Since that visit he'd managed to find out that her father left at nine in the morning and arrived home after eight at night, that her mother left home at around five in the afternoon and that the daughter went to university. Aside from that all he really knows about them is their name, Donovan, and where they live. Anything else about the family was difficult to find out without making his continual appearance in the girl's neighbourhood too obvious. 'Then it occurred to him about the phone as a way of finding out because her number would be on the computer, but he didn't go through with it at first because he was really sure he didn't want to do it and attempted to talk himself out of it. He even tried to tell himself that he couldn't talk to a girl over the phone, that he wouldn't know what to say. 'They say though that if you're desperate enough you'll find a way, and after a couple of days convincing himself they couldn't catch him over one phone call he was able, finally, to work up the courage. Then having made the decision he purposely picked a time when he knew both parents would be out and dialled the number. I'll even quote the conversation. 'He placed a thin piece of tissue over the mouthpiece and spoke slowly and succinctly. "Hello is this Mrs. Donovan?" That's how he started off. "No it isn't. may I ask who this is?" came the cultured response from the daughter. 'That impressed him, the silky-smooth voice seemed to ooze confidence and style. To him it seemed the perfect compliment to her looks and made him more certain than ever that she was involved in some kind of part-time modelling outside of her studies. The tone of her voice almost scared him off, but having got that far he persisted. "I'm ringing on behalf of a retail group and I wonder if you could spare me a few minutes of your valuable time to answer a few questions?" Was his next line as he tried to keep his voice calm and himself composed. "I might if you could furnish some details," said the daughter. "My employers are thinking of opening a video store in your area and they would like to find out a little about the sort of demand there's likely to be from people like yourself, Miss... er... Donovan," responded Bristoll. "Well I do have some studying to do but I guess I can spare a few minutes. I mean we certainly do need one in the area," was the girl's reply. 'He'd chosen well I have to admit that. The only video store was on the farthest side of town and any suggestion of one opening up a little closer was bound to bring a positive response. Five minutes into the conversation I sensed the inevitable. She had grown on him, delighted him with her well-spoken precise English and from that moment he was hooked. 'He's thinking about her now Winston, thinking about that smooth voice, as soothing as a cool breeze on a hot summer's day, and matching it to the figure he remembers so well. But he's well prepared, that's why he's up and about early looking for other likely targets, just in case this Donovan girl proves too difficult to manage.' I still found this business hard to believe, found it hard to come to terms with the fact that I was watching Nathaniel Bristoll from the comfort of my own bed. Even harder to get used to was the knowledge that I would continue to hear every word that was said. I watched Bristoll put a tape in his walkman and fasten the cover securely against the summer rain. Then he ran for a good fifteen minutes until he reached a football oval on the other end of town and a track around which he jogged until Anne, who was coming up behind him, began to run slightly faster in an endeavour to catch up with him. It was then that a thought suddenly occurred to me. 'I just realised this Bristoll lives around the corner from where Anne used to live, is it possible they could know each other by sight?' 'Absolutely out of the question, I guarantee it.' "Do you mind if I join you? I hate running alone," said Anne holding out her hand as she jogged alongside. "Nathaniel... er... Nathaniel Bristoll," he responded as he took her hand. "My names Susan Dixon." For the purpose of the exercise my brother and I had decided that would be her name and that where necessary Morrie Dixon and his wife Julie would play the part of her parents. They began running and as they did so I saw Bristoll hang back maybe a half a step so that he could check out her bottom in the tight navy blue shorts she was wearing. She knew of course that he would be checking her out as Colin had me forewarn her of that fact. I checked her out at the same time Bristoll did. Her fresh tanned complexion was complimented by her perfectly groomed blonde hair tied in a ponytail. With her slightly flattened nose accentuated by the roundness of her cheeks and a beaming smile she was pretty enough to make any fellow look twice, especially someone like Bristoll, or so my brother and I hoped. Then again there was what she was wearing, those navy blue shorts and the matching top of her, as I had found out recently, beloved 'Navy Blues'. (Nickname of AFL [Australian Football League] team Carlton located in Melbourne). Then I realised something extraordinary. With all of the men that had fucked Anne I was jealous of this perverted bastard getting his grubby paws on her. 'Is this really necessary?' I asked feeling slightly aggrieved. 'Isn't there another way?' 'Maybe, maybe not. But you'll never know. You'd do well to think about whether you'd even have a girlfriend to be jealous of if it wasn't for me.' 'Okay, okay, I get the fucking point!' I thought irritably. Then I turned my attention back to Bristoll. He was still looking Anne over, he still looked as though he was mentally undressing her. 'But you could at least tell me what he's thinking.' 'How simple life would be if he could have a girlfriend like her.' 'I know exactly what he means.' It occurred to me that Bristoll was attempting something like normal conversation, a task which, from what little I was able to gather from his behaviour on that Monday night almost three weeks ago, he would have found difficult at best, so I decided to concentrate on what he was saying to Anne. Bristoll was attempting a smile while he spoke with a slow deliberation as he tried his very best to minimise the stammering his nervous disposition had created. "I think it's me that should be asking that question... er... Susan. I mean girl's like you just don't... What I mean is it... er... it should be me that asks you if you'd mind me running with you." Anne smiled. She was playing her part beautifully. "Well Nathaniel, I seemed to remember that it was my idea." She looked down at what she was wearing and laughed. "Mum gets worried, she says that with Melbourne being the way it is these days and with all these gangs of boys around that I'm asking for trouble being dressed like this, that even though it's just showing off what Mother Nature generously bestowed on me I might be encouraging some horrible boys to, well you know... I mean you know what these nasty gangs have been doing to girls recently. What do you think?" "I think she has a point, you never know who you're likely to meet these days." "Oh you can talk Nathaniel, the way you were staring at my bottom." She tried to sound serious, began laughing and was soon helplessly out of control. All in all if I didn't know this was a deliberate act she would certainly have fooled me. 'You know Anne is really good, she has him hooked beautifully. Not that that was ever going to be a major problem. He simply can't help but fall for her, I mean you don't have to worry about his intentions, as far as Anne is concerned they're entirely honourable. In fact when it comes down to the business she'll probably have to act really well to make him do anything. It's not that he doesn't want to but he's afraid to in case he offends her. All in all little brother I'd say that things are going splendidly, the one thing we need to take place seems to be happening without my needing to interfere, and that's for Bristoll to fall in love with her.' Anne took his hand as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "Nathaniel I need to tell you something." "Would you PLEASE call me Nathan, my parents used to call me Nathaniel." She stopped smiling momentarily. "You said 'used to', don't you see your parents... ?" "They're dead!" Anne's expression changed to one of sadness and regret as she covered her face with her hands. My brother was right she was a natural, her reaction was instantaneous to whatever he said. "Oh Nathan I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I don't know what to say." He took her hands away and held them in his own. "Say nothing, it's all perfectly simple really. I hated them and they hated me!" She moved a little closer. "Oh Nathan, surely you can't mean that." "I mean every word Susan. I'm better off and so are they." The bitterness of that last remark had a clear effect on Anne despite her vague knowledge of the story as I'd told it to her. She remained silent as Bristoll looked at her. "Some day if we're still together I might tell you the whole story." She smiled again and pulled him even closer, close enough to put her arms around him. "That's what my confession is." She looked up at him and broke into a huge grin. "I made the first move because, well, I might never have got to see you again and you were in front of me and couldn't see me and well... you know..." 'If she didn't have him before little brother she's certainly got him now. Even though his hopes just continue to build he's thinking that he couldn't be so lucky. That even after his parents, his aunt and uncle and all of the setbacks he's experienced in life he couldn't be so fortunate.' "I don't know what to say," said Bristoll. "Don't say anything, just run with me." He didn't and he did! They ran two laps of the oval, exited and slowly jogged to the market where Anne had parked the van. 'This should be interesting Winston. Anne's practically told Bristoll that she wants to go out with him, but I doubt it'll make any difference, his lack of expertise with girls will prevent him from doing what most other fellows take for granted. You know if it's possible he's had even less success at asking girls out than you have little brother. Now while that's perfectly understandable where you're concerned little brother, it is something of an anomaly for someone with his looks and physique. Not that he's asked many mind you, I mean he's barely managed a half-decent conversation with more than a couple in his whole life. 'Just listen to this little brother, for someone like Bristoll asking this question scares the hell out of him. But then he's only asking because the thought of what will happen if he doesn't, and the thought of never seeing her again scares him even more.' I listened curiously to how Bristoll asked the question. "I don't suppose that you would... that you could... ? I mean Susan would you go out with me?" He went a deep colour of red but from his point of view at least the question was asked. "Of course I will, you silly... I mean I came on to you didn't I." Anne's reply was perfect, it had just the right amount of quiet strength in it. True to the script, and after a couple of moments of hesitation, Anne moved towards him. "Come here!" Once Bristoll moved closer she took his hands and pulled him near enough so she could get her arms around him. "How about we go out Sunday night?" He couldn't help but grin broadly, his expression radiating the excitement he was feeling. "No! Oh God no. You mean you'll... ? You mean we're... ?" He couldn't finish either statement he was so excited. She gave him a peck on the lips. "Of course I will silly." Then she kissed him again. "Where do you want to meet? What do you want to do?" "Well we could have dinner. Maybe we could then go to the pictures and afterwards maybe we could go to Madison's nightclub afterwards for a drink and maybe some dancing. I mean I'm not that much of a dancer but I would try." He stopped suddenly and looked at Anne his nerves returning. "Of course If you have something else you'd like to do..." He left the rest unsaid waiting to see if Anne would offer any suggestions of her own. 'You know the bastard's really enjoying himself little brother, enjoying the feeling of having Anne in his arms. He's resisting the temptation to move his hands the short distance down to her bottom even though he's dying to, especially after seeing her sexy bottom in those shorts she's wearing. Don't worry though, he has enough self-control not to do it, and anyway even if he did it maul Anne's bottom with his hands it would be a small price to pay for the long term benefits that'll come our way.' Anne shook her head so Bristoll continued. "Of course I will pick you up from your door." 'You know little brother this sonofabitch will have me in tears in a minute. He's telling himself not to be a fool, that this maybe his last chance for a normal relationship.' "That might be a trifle difficult Nathan unless you have your own transport," replied Anne, "so I'll have to meet you. Which restaurant did you have in mind?" "Well I guess that depends on what sort of food you'd like. I was thinking of Kontiki's Steakhouse near the mall. One of the mechanics from the garage where I work mentioned taking his girlfriend there once. He said the food was fantastic. Of course if you'd..." "No Nathan that sounds good to me. There's nothing I like better than a nice juicy medium-rare steak. As for the pictures, can we go and see 'Million Dollar Baby'? Please!" When Bristoll nodded Anne continued enthusiastically. "And Madison's sounds great, the atmosphere and the lighting means you can be a little bit naughty and get away with it." I caught the expression on his face, his imagination was obviously leading him to places, to situations he clearly didn't want to voice out loud. 'Well of course it is Fred. Now I might not have any fondness for the bastard but I can understand his reactions to that last statement. And yes, he is thinking that Madison's would be the appropriate place to... er... shall we say take further inventory of her delightful physique.' "Now as for meeting you Susan. I'll pick you up in a taxi from your front door and I will not take no for an answer because tomorrow night is special. I don't think there is any more to say." "Except the time. I think six-thirty would give you time to meet my folks don't you?" Bristoll smiled and nodded his head. Anne gave him her — our — address and one final lingering kiss before she was in the van and off along Chesterfield Highway. 'Seeing as Morrie and Julie have already agreed to be Anne's parents I guess convincing dad won't present too much of a problem?' 'No! Now I suggest you start thinking about tonight's little escapade at Oakley Court.' ------- Anne and I had left early that evening so we would have plenty of time to prepare. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your point of view, we just happened to come across a girl being dragged unwillingly from a hotel and into the back of an old van by two guys and another more heavily built woman. It was a sign of the times that occurring altogether too frequently these days and I was just thinking about what to do, just about to say something to Anne when my brother returned. 'You've got time little brother, as long as it doesn't interfere with our plans for Anne's parents why not. After all a little bloodshed on the way can only help get the pair of you in the right mood, can't it?' I told Anne what we were going to do, naturally having seen the girl being dragged into the van she was in full agreement as long as I thought there wasn't any real danger. I convinced her in the most reassuring voice that nothing would happen and assumed — not unreasonably I think — that past events were a great help in that decision. The house they were occupying was near an old piece of waste ground. It was just a series of concrete slabs that even when new didn't make an especially attractive housing commission home. We waited and watched from some two or three hundred metres as the pretty blonde with the long hair was dragged inside. After they had disappeared we walked back to an empty shed I'd spotted behind a rickety old fence. The broken fence was off a lane that led to some woods near the rear of this relatively old housing estate. To the public at large these estates all had the same problems, too many gangs armed to the teeth with weapons that were supposed to be illegal and unavailable. These same teenage gangs ensured that the drug trade remained a major cause of gang violence. Now while most people could care less about teenage thugs killing each other they did care about the major increase in violent crime, notably aggravated assault, rape, armed robbery and murder, and they cared about the apparent inability of an undermanned police force to combat a growing problem. Problems caused by these gangs stopping people buying the few properties in the area that were on sale, stopped owners living in them for exactly the same reason, and with no one willing to rent them they stayed empty until another teenage gang moved in. All this fuelled the resentment of the people who blamed in order, the government, gun laws that kept guns out of the hands of regular people but failed to keep them out of the hands of criminals, and high unemployment which seemed to increase with the crime rate. Naturally this wasn't much good for anybody except people like my father and I who enjoyed playing judge, jury and executioner. We figured we were probably helping the police, after all one of the higher ups in the force was on record as saying why should they care about the kids when they didn't care about themselves. It wasn't necessarily the view of the righteous or the do-gooders in the community but it seemed to be a view shared by a majority of the population. 'You know for once you're absolutely right, you could do anything you like to some of these kids and you'd have the public on your side. Oh the police would be seen attempting to solve the crime but in reality they would have other more important things on their mind.' We ducked into the shed, took our clothes from the bag and began what was probably an unnecessary and idiosyncratic ritual in preparation for this unexpected event on tonight's program. I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, counted to ten and advised Anne to do the same. We walked out of the shed dressed in the familiar garb of two tracksuits, a balaclava and gloves. Also in the bag apart from the clothes was a knife, the handcuffs, the gun and silencer, cutthroat razor, long thick piece of rubber, masking tape, several lengths of rope and the small rubber balls to assist keeping them quiet. Then there were tissues, a green garbage bag and several pieces of cloth to help with the cleaning up. 'You don't need to worry Fred the doors unlocked, it's as if they're inviting us in. And head through the kitchen straight to the back of the house, it's the room on the right of the back door.' I led Anne inside and moved straight to the room indicated by my brother. "How did you know?" whispered Anne as we stood outside listening to the muted screams that must have been coming from the blonde haired girl. All I did was smile. "Forget I asked," said Anne answering her own question. I carefully opened the door, put the bag over my left arm and put my right hand on the handle of the knife. Standing in the doorway looking at the scene being played out I couldn't help but be horrified. The single naked light bulb hung down from a dirty white ceiling and highlighted one of the two men sitting on the blonde's legs and holding her wrists while the second man used a knife to cut her clothes away. Sitting in a chair and watching as she cheered them on was the heavily built woman who seemed to delight in just watching. The bed, nothing more than a mattress and base, was shaking and squeaking under them as the blonde struggled desperately to move either of the men. Things were nicely placed for an assault. If you walked into the bedroom and turned left the bed would be facing you and about four feet away while the chair with the heavily built woman sitting in it was on its left and facing the bed. That meant I could walk into the room and attack the one sitting on the girl's legs before anyone even realised I was there. 'That you can do little brother, but its time to move and move swiftly, you know what to do.' With my brother already inside me I sure did. I moved quickly, rammed the extremely sharp butchers knife to the hilt in the back of the one holding the girl down, took it out and using our combined strength sliced through his neck practically severing his head. Then I pushed him off the blonde and onto the floor on the other side of the bed. All this before the girl in the chair could even scream. I didn't give her a chance, moving quickly I jammed my hand over her mouth and held the knife against her throat. "Don't even think about it. One peep from you and I'll stick this knife up your cunt and slice all the way up to those fat fucking tits of yours." She had turned white but was now rapidly turning green with the sight of the man on the floor in a huge pool of his own blood with his head lying at a strange angle compared to the rest of his body. "And don't you fucking spew your guts up all over me otherwise I'll spill what's left of 'em all over you and the floor!" "I'll do anything, just don't kill me, please!" Fear paralysed her as she collapsed from the chair onto the floor hands covering her eyes. I looked up from the girl on the floor just in time to see the other man throwing the knife in my direction. Assuming my brother hadn't deserted me — he hadn't — I allowed the knife to penetrate my chest before I stood up. 'Gee thanks for the warning Colin.' 'Anytime Fred, anytime. But you knew it wasn't going to harm you so why the fuss?' 'It just caught me by surprise that's all.' The girl on the floor was starting to panic and I couldn't have that. "Lights out girl." A short arm jab to the jaw soon fixed that. I figure she would be out two to three minutes before she came around and that would at least give us time to concentrate on the other man. "I guess we should start thinking about him." I pointed in his direction as I grinned at Anne who stood next to me. Then I pulled the knife out of my chest, it was clean and free from blood, and showed it to her as I ran my finger along its blade. "Seems sharp enough I wonder if he'll bleed if I jam it into his chest? Should we try?" 'She'll say you should tie him up first and I agree.' Anne did too, and so I turned to the blonde who was lying on the bed. Her mouth was open and moving but nothing was coming out. Her face was a mixture of revulsion and horror. "Get the gun from the bag Anne, if this little fuckhead--" I pointed to the man who was half sitting half standing too scared to move "--should show any signs of trying anything shoot him." I moved to the blonde who was holding the T-shirt that had been cut apart around her and held out my hand. At first she was too scared to take it, but eventually she did and allowed me to walk her to the doorway. "Go to the front of the house and wait in the front room. When we're finished we'll take you wherever you want to go." "But... but I don't know you." She looked around her. "Look what you done here, how do I know I can... ?" Anne looked around from where she was holding the gun on the man and spoke in a soothing voice to the girl. "You best trust him sweetheart. Take it from me if you can't believe your own eyes he really is an amazing man." I watched as the girl took one last look around the room, swallowed back some vomit and staggered rather than walked out of the room. 'Funny isn't it little brother. You know this girl is going to think you're even more amazing before the nights out, especially when you tell her that her parents in Ringwood are worried sick and that you're going to take her home. 'After' you're finished tonight's agenda that is.' While Anne was holding the gun on the second man I was able to wrap the masking tape from the bag around both his wrists and ankles, force a small rubber ball into his mouth and wrap some more tape around his face before I pushed him onto the floor next to his friend. I doubt I would have needed Anne to be holding the gun on him while I was securing him but it was nice to have that extra insurance. Now with him out of the way I was able to concentrate on the heavily built woman who was just starting to come around. Time was limited so I quickly grabbed the bag and took out four pieces of rope and the long extra thick piece of rubber. A matter of twenty seconds later I had her wrists and ankles tied to the four legs of the base as I waited for her to become fully aware of her position. I didn't have to wait long. The terror of the situation hit her immediately she realised she was strung out like a human letter X. I walked carefully around the bed, from the side with the chair to the side where her two friends lay. Carefully avoiding stepping in any blood I leant forward and grinned maliciously. "I was going to do it to you myself but I changed my mind, you see my girlfriend here hates to see other girls being treated the way you were treating that poor girl. And she especially hates it when one of the gang is a bitch-slut like you who seems to get so much enjoyment from it. So I thought I'd leave it up to Anne here to decide on your punishment." She started to say something but Anne cut her off with a vicious slap to the face. "Don't make it any worse than it already is." She carelessly cut through her jumper and bra slicing the girl's stomach and chest as she did so. "Whoops!" she laughed. "Accidents will happen." Anne moved down to her feet inserted the knife into the right leg of her jeans and slice upwards until she reached and cut the waistband. "Oh dear," my gaze followed hers to the leg as Anne pulled the material apart, "looks like I did it again. Guess I can't say it was accidental this time can I?" There was a trickle of blood from her ankle to her waist which was matched when Anne cut the other leg and pulled the tattered remnants away from her body. By the time Anne had finished the girl's left leg she was a tearful blubbering mess. By the time she cut away her panties the girl was screaming until two short but hard slaps to each cheek of her face silenced her as she realised exactly what Anne planned to do with the huge truncheon she'd pulled out of the bag. She began pleading. "D-D-Don't please!" She raised her voice again begging us to go easy on her. Then when it had no effect started to scream again. Anne slapped her hard around the head with the truncheon. "I didn't want to do this but you leave me no choice." She took a rubber ball out of the bag and despite all the attempts of the girl to prevent it, managed to force it into her mouth, then after covering it with several strips of tape Anne looked into her eyes. The girl was more terrified than ever, it was a combination of what had happened, what we were about to do to her and the sight of both of us, especially Anne, who took up most of her vision. She had to be a fearsome sight, kneeling as she was between the girl's thighs holding the 3-inch thick 14-inch long rubber truncheon at the entrance to her vagina, and with the outer of her two tracksuits being black along with the balaclava, the sunglasses she wore beneath it and her runners. I could feel my erection as Anne began to force the thick rubber truncheon into the heavily built woman's cunt. It hurt I could see it in her eyes, knew it from the force Anne had to use to get it even a little way in. Slowly but surely though she forced it further in, and each precious inch made my hard-on grow, made my erection a little more obvious. Suddenly it became a little easier for Anne to force it into her as the girl's sex began to stretch to accommodate the truncheon, as despite the pain and despite her unwillingness to be subjected to such treatment her vaginal fluids made the insertion easier and gave an indication of her unwilling excitement caused by the 'rubber-fucking' she was getting. I guessed that it must have still hurt, but maybe not as much now. It seemed to me that a lot of the opposite sex were like that — surely Connie and Anne were living proof — unable to help themselves when their hormones took control. This one appeared to be falling into the same category, appeared to be enjoying it just a little too much and I couldn't have that. It was time to remind her that she wasn't meant to be having any fun. I knelt side-on so Anne could see, covered her eyes with a couple of pieces of masking tape, reached forward with the knife I had in my hand, grabbed one of her nipples, sliced it off and did the same to the other, unlike Tracey Carpenter nineteen days ago I didn't bother to tape them up. I managed all that without upsetting the rhythm Anne had built up with the truncheon. Then I watched as the blood, after the initial spray, trickled down towards the girls stomach and created a red pool in her navel. 'Get ready little brother Anne's going to take the knife from you. I have to admit she's more of a natural than I ever thought possible. You know when this is all done I think we're going to have a great time between the three of us.' True to what my brother had said Anne took the knife out of my hand, removed the truncheon from the girl, replaced it with the knife and sliced it in an upward direction. "Take that you fucking bitch!" Anne turned to the man who was a cowering ball on the floor rolling, in some ridiculous attempt to escape, towards the door. My gaze followed and I stood up, grabbed the truncheon out of Anne's hand, walked over and hammered him repeatedly around the face. I took a look at my watch, time really was of the essence now so I grabbed the gun Anne had put back in the bag reattached the silencer, pointed it straight at the man's forehead and pulled the trigger. 'It's time little brother. Now if you do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you, leave when I say no one will be any the wiser, okay?' I responded in the usual fashion. 'Then when they DO find these three and find no clues they'll just assume it's another gang and another fight over territory and the drugs that go with it.' It took us a full forty-five minutes to clean up before we were able to walk out of there hand in hand with the blonde, smile and head to the woods where we took off our wet and bloodstained tracksuits and shoved them into the garbage bags along with the dirty rags and the used pieces of masking tape. ------- Chapter 11B: Friday February 11: Part Two "What... what are you going to do with me?" We were back in the van and not unnaturally the girl was still a little uncertain about us. She slumped back in her seat and looked to the left and right at each of us in turn. "I mean that was horrible what happened in there. How can you... ?" "How can we do what we did? Believe it or not it's easy, some people just don't deserve to live. Do you know what they were going to do to you?" "Rape me. Have a little fun at my expense maybe. But was it worth killing all of them?" 'Her name's Karen Marshall, Winston.' "LISTEN! This is twenty first century Melbourne not some sugar and spice and all things nice fantasy-fucking-land. This is an area where gangs rule, where drugs, booze and girls are the currency needed for survival, so let me ask you a question Miss Karen Marshall. Considering this area has a reputation the equal of the some of the worst areas of Melbourne and considering the reputations these gangs have do you really think they would have let you go? There's been an established routine in place for a number of years now for a girl to be kept for fucking before being disposed of when she's past her used by date." I looked at Anne, she was finding it mildly amusing that someone else was being subjected to my 'peculiar talents', then I looked back at Karen who was more in shock than ever. She began to say something but I stopped her. "Don't ask, just accept that I know. Accept that you're parents in Ringwood are worried sick about you and that we'll be taking you home to Wellford Road tonight when we're finished which will be time enough anyway because your parents are going to wait until the morning to ring the police." Naturally she couldn't help but ask. "How did you know my name, where I live? My parents, how could you possibly... I don't know you or her." She pointed at Anne as I began to drive off. "I guess though I should really be thanking the two of you but I don't know how. You saved my life but you killed three people to do it. I don't know if I can ever forget that." "You have to Karen don't you see, because if you can't forget how can we ever... ?" 'Pull over Fred, all problems should be this easy. You see she really does want to forget and that's all the help I need. When you stop put your hands on her shoulders.' When I pulled over and leant across Karen began to panic until Anne cuddled her gently and began to whisper in her ear that we meant no harm. Then she looked at me. "You're really not going to hurt me?" "Karen--" I said as I gripped her shoulders at Colin's request "--we don't go out of our way to look for trouble but when we find it we don't turn our back on it either. And we only hurt the villains not the victims, so I guarantee the last thing we intend to do is to hurt you." I held onto her for a few more seconds, looked at Anne and after a prompt from my brother chose that moment to ask the girl a question. "Tell me now Karen what was the last thing you remember about tonight?" "Being rescued by you two from outside a hotel. I seem to remember telling you my address and you promising to take me home." "Is that all you remember?" "Of course, well nothing else happened did it?" "No. But you'll have to wait before we take you home. We have one more small errand to run and you're going to have to sit in the van while we do what we have to do." Anne looked at me, I knew she wanted to say something but she didn't, clearly she had the good sense to wait until later. ------- The plan for the rest of the evening was simple, we, Anne and I, were going to time our arrival with the televising of the last race at Moonee Valley trots on Foxtel's racing channel. Anne was going to go in and do her best to upset her father and make him want to have sex with her. I was then going to shinny up a drainpipe at the back, enter through her bedroom window and between the two of us we were going to kill her parents, after making them suffer first, naturally. Anne was certainly dressed for the part, without the tracksuits and the other gear she was an absolute stunner. Her sheer crop-top was a size too small and exposed most of her waist while revealing she was wearing no bra. Her skirt clung tightly to her hips and stopped just short of exposing her thong panties when she was standing straight. When she bent forward even slightly her heart-shaped arse came into full view. It was like offering a bitch to a dog in heat. I parked in a small street around the corner at the back of a clubhouse belonging to the local football team. It was of course a spot suggested by Colin because it was quiet, protected and easily accessible. 'I'll tell you when its time for Anne to go Fred, in the meantime just wait.' And we did, some ten minutes until finally my brother said it was time. I looked at Anne and nodded my head. "Don't ask why but if you go now nobody will see you enter your parents house." Karen watched Anne get out of the van and stayed staring straight ahead as though in a trance. I watched as Anne walked around to my open window. "Now don't forget, when you walk indoors take notice of how things are. I think you should be able to judge that pretty well by now. If you're certain your parents are going to punish you the way you told me then you've got to make sure you're able to get to your room and open the window." "But they're on the first floor, how are you going to... ?" She took one look at me and grinned rather sheepishly. "Sorry, I guess I'm still having trouble getting used to you." She pointed to Karen. "What about her?" "Trust me darling she won't remember a thing other than what she's already told us." I leant out and kissed her full on the lips. "I love you. Now go, the window of opportunity is getting smaller all the time, and the quicker this is over the better." She went to walk away until I grabbed her hand. "I know I told you that you wouldn't be seen but check the windows nearby for open curtains, look for people in the street, traffic, things like that okay?" She nodded her head nervously, I kissed her again and this time she did go. 'Oh that was cute little brother, real cute, but good. Now settle back and watch what happens. you know, in the usual way.' I closed my eyes and immediately saw Anne turning the corner and heading for home for what would be the last time. 'She's worried little brother, worried that everything won't go as planned, worried about the possibility that he could be too far gone to be capable or even care.' She had reached her street now and was just about to turn into it. 'Now she's worried in case he went out in search of some sex like he has on other Saturday nights. 'You know little brother this is going to be really good because she truly does want her parents dead. She's only thinking up these reasons because she's scared something will happen to prevent it from really happening, but we know nothing will prevent it don't we?' I answered with a positive thought. 'I tell you she has some imagination Winston. Now she has her mother at bingo, her father the worse for a belly full of beer, the door locked and herself locked out because she doesn't have a key.' Anne was halfway home now. 'She doesn't have to worry though, the door is unlocked. Now though she's panicking to the extent that she's almost convinced herself she should come back to the van.' I sat bolt upright as soon as my brother told me that. 'Oh don't panic Fred, she won't. In fact once she gets over her nerves things will be fine, you'll see.' Finally she reached the driveway of the flats, looked up and saw that there were lights on in her parents flat. Suddenly an evil grin spread across her face. It was cold, calculating and was filled with the sort of loathing reserved only for people like her parents. 'Now we're cooking little brother.' Anne walked up the stairs, went to the front door and hesitated before opening it. 'Did anybody see her, does anybody know she's here?' 'Of course they didn't, of course they don't, I never make mistakes.' I turned my attention back to Anne. She had walked inside and stood in the lounge doorway facing into the room. Her father was sitting in exactly the same spot I'd seen him before, and he was dressed in similar fashion. Beer-stained singlet and boxer shorts. He stood up and walked over to her. "Hey the bitch is back," he yelled over his shoulder as he slapped her several times around the face. "Who says you belong any more, who said this is your home. You're too busy fucking that fat piece of shit, too busy fucking any cock you can get into that slut cunt of yours to worry about us here not knowing whether you're dead or alive." "That'll be the fucking day," murmured Anne to herself as she waited to see what her father did. "I was only ever good for one thing." So far so good, she was playing her part well. Then suddenly he hit her so hard that it seemed to me that they must have heard the single cracking sound of his hand slapping her cheek in the flats on either side. 'Don't worry Fred nobody heard any noise and nobody will.' "Then why the fuck did you bother coming back?" Yelled her father. "Must be plenty of men around willing to take in a cock hungry little cunt like you!" "I walked out because I didn't want to spend all my life fucking his friends and the rest of the time parading around his house half-naked." She indicated her current dress making sure he could see how visible her breasts were through her tank-top and how easily people could see her panties under her micro-mini. "And with no money I really needed somewhere to sleep, and I guess if sex with you is the price I gotta pay then I don't have any choice do I?" "Well I got news for you, you ain't fucking sleeping here no more. He grabbed her by her tank-top and went to yank her inside. "But seeing as you're here I will throw you a fuck just for old times sake," he said as he pulled her in the direction of the lounge room. "Fucking cunt! I knew I shouldn't have come." She stopped short of going in. "You don't mind if I take a piss first, unless of course you want me to leave a puddle on the floor while you try to stick that excuse for a cock up me!" She sounded angry and that was good because we needed her father to be angry. It took one look at his expression to know that it was working. Anne copped another crack around the face for her last remark, it was the hardest one yet. "I can see we're going to have to teach you some manners bitch. All right go to the bathroom, but don't forget we'll be waiting for you." 'Time for you to get into your gear little brother just in case. When you're ready, go straight away and run, head straight for the back of the flats. You won't be seen either and you should be there just as Anne returns from taking a piss.' I glanced quickly at Karen. 'Don't worry about her--' said my brother '--she won't be going anywhere.' I waited for my brother to enter my body, jumped out of the van, dressed in my gear, grabbed some stuff I thought necessary out of the bag and ran around the corner into Oakley Court and headed straight for the back of the flats. I found the drainpipe and didn't even consider the possibility that I wouldn't normally be able to climb it, with my brother's help it was easy. Then I located the open window, stretched across, put my foot on the sill, grabbed the nearest upright of the window frame and with more agility than I would ever have had without my brother's help pulled myself inside. 'So nice of you to recognise my abilities, now listen.' "Haven't you got your clothes off yet you disobedient little slut!" 'He said that to Anne, now he's speaking to her mother. Close your eyes and sit on Anne's old bed, you can afford to look and listen for a little while and allow what they do to her to make you hate them even more, if that's at all possible.' "Looks like the little cunt needs persuading. I think you'd better make sure the slut understands exactly, so come on ya fat bitch make sure the cunt understands!" I watched Marilyn Bingham take two steps towards her, grab her tank-top at the neckline and yank hard. The top gave way, but not before it left behind two distinct purple lines where the straps had been. Anne looked at her mother and screamed, partly from a conscious attempt to worsen the situation and partly out of what was plainly very real pain. "You lousy rotten fucking bitch! That hurt!" She barely had time to put each hand on its opposite shoulder in an attempt to ease the pain and to cover her breasts when she received several more stinging slaps around the face for her trouble. "Bitch is it. Your father and I both know who the bitch is. And there's no need to cover them up, how's your father gonna get his hands on your tits if you cover them up." Her mother walked up and pulled her arms down by her side before marching her over to within a foot of where he was seated. "And your father's right about you being a slut. God it's no wonder he wants to fuck you all the time the way you dress." Anne looked at her mother. "I thought I said that I was... Oh what's the fucking use." Marilyn Bingham undid the button on her daughter's skirt, slid the zipper down and allowed the skirt to drop to the floor revealing a brief and very sexy pair of thong panties which she was just about to pull down when she suddenly stopped. "What's the matter you fat old cunt." Anne put her hands to the waistband of her panties. "Is it dad's turn to take these off?" She made a loud lowing sound. "Come on you fat old cow don't stop now, after all he can't fuck me through these now can he?" Her mother pulled Anne's hands away and gave her yet another stinging slap with the flat of her hand for her trouble, this time on her bottom. "Just you stand there you ungrateful bitch I'm going to read something out to you." She walked over to the unit and pulled out a Collins English Dictionary. I watched along with Anne as she searched for a word. Then I saw a smile cross her face. "Here it is, the definition of the word slut: 'A slovenly, dirty woman; slattern. A woman of loose morals. A prostitute. A bold, brazen woman. A female dog'." She laughed derisively, closed the book and walked back to the wall-unit where she replaced the book before walking back to Anne. "I should think all of those descriptions adequately describe you, even the female dog part." She turned to Anne's father. "What do you think Paul?" "I think you're right, I think she probably has been fucked by a dog. Now I think it's about time the slut was punished." He turned to Anne and pointed to her underwear. "So how about getting rid of those and putting yourself across my knee." Anne did absolutely nothing, instead she just stood there hands placed defiantly on her hips and told them to go get fucked while she poked her tongue out at the pair of them, succeeding in her intention of making them madder than ever. Her mother was quick to respond giving her two more stinging slaps around the face. Anne put her hand up to her face, she was careful this time not to cover her breasts this time as she rubbed her cheeks trying to ease the obvious pain she was feeling. She didn't get to do it for long though as another vicious slap on her backside from her mother followed the actions of her father ripping her panties from her body. "Now perhaps you'll do as you're told and lie over your father's knee." I saw Anne sneak a peak at her watch as she positioned herself over her father's knee, I guessed that she was expecting me to arrive any minute now. 'Not yet Fred.' I'd only been thinking about it abstractly and already my brother was answering my thoughts. 'The timing's almost perfect and even though you can see a frown on her face be sure that she I smiling inside.' 'How far do I have to let this go? I mean just how many slaps around the face, how spanks on her arse is she going to endure?' 'Not for much longer little brother. And there won't be too many more slaps.' I saw Anne's breasts push into her father's bare left thigh as she reached to touch the floor with her hand. He finished off his beer in one continuous swallow and followed it with one of his earth-shattering belches. Then his hand began rubbing gently across his daughter's naked bottom. I followed Anne's gaze as she looked towards her mother standing in the doorway with a look of casual indifference. Anne held her mother's gaze as silent tears began to stream from her eyes. She could cry at will I knew. It was like she told me in bed one night, she'd done so much crying in the privacy of her own bedroom that it was second nature to her, a defence she'd learned to try and get some sympathy, which, naturally, didn't happen. Tonight of course it was the perfect way to keep her mother's attention as she continued to stand and watch without any outward sign of concern. Then it happened, so suddenly I didn't expect it, neither did Anne. The rubbing turned to vicious slaps in a split-second as the bastard hit her with all of the force he could muster. And he didn't stop at ten or twelve like he did in the original vision, this time he just kept on trying to extract a cry of pain as he tried to make each successive slap harder than the one before. Finally he pushed her off his lap and onto the floor. "Stubborn fucking slut! But you'll cry, don't you worry about that. Now get me another beer while your mother gets me something that will really hurt." Anne went to put on some clothes but her father was quick to stop her. "Don't waste your fucking time, just get the beer." I followed Anne as she walked gingerly to the kitchen. And she walked back into the lounge room just in time to see her mother hand a table tennis bat to her father. It was an old one, the original rubber padding had disappeared long ago and all that was left was the wooden centre. "Took long enough, what were you? Ah what the fuck, don't matter anyway. It just gives me another excuse to punish your adorable arse some more. DON'T IT!" he screamed as he got up and pointed to the arm of the chair. He didn't say anything, I guess he figured Anne knew well enough what to do. If Anne was true to the plan we'd laid down then she wouldn't do it voluntarily. She would make him mad, upset him enough to make him lose all reason. And that's exactly what she did. She looked down at herself and then looked at the bulge in her father's boxer shorts. "I came home because I had nowhere else to go, because despite everything you're still family." She allowed a tear to escape. "I guess I was even prepared to spread my legs and let you fuck me for the chance of a good nights sleep, but most of all I was hoping that things might have changed. Fat chance!" She spat in her father's face and I wanted to cheer. "Well fucking screw you! Yeah that's it, screw you, you fucking degenerate piece of shit. You want to talk about words." She tried to reach her clothes but they wouldn't let her. Instead they both forced her over the arm of the chair, at which point her mother's two hands and one of her fathers held her down while his other hand inflicted blow after blow on her already tender and very sore bottom with the paddle. He hit her savagely with all of the strength in his huge body but still he failed to make her scream out. Finally he gave up and released his erect penis. "YOU SPIT IN MY FACE AND THEN YOU SAY SCREW ME!" he screamed as he forced his cock all the way up his daughter's vagina. "Does that hurt?" Anne didn't answer even though it must have. "Well we'll just see who gets screwed." Anne turned her head as best she could in an attempt to look at her mother as she tried to feign disinterest in the way her own father was fucking her. "Degenerate is quite a word. Do you know what it means?" she asked emphasising each word individually as she spoke slowly and clearly while her father continued to pound his cock in and out of her vagina. She didn't wait for an answer. "Some of the meanings describe my bastard of a father perfectly. Try these for size: 'Having fallen or descended to low mental or moral qualities. A morally degraded person. A person exhibiting sexually deviant behaviour. To fall below a normal or desirable state, especially mentally or morally. To decline or go down in quality'. There were several more descriptions that could have applied to both of you but those were the ones that stuck in my mind especially where he's concerned. I mean I think most people would class fucking your own daughter as deviant behaviour don't you?" "Who the hell turned you into a walking fucking dictionary?" 'Yeah I'd like to know the answer to that one Colin. I mean it was as if she was reading it from a book and I know she's not that clever.' 'Just call it one of those things, I simply gave her a push in the right direction when she was searching for a way to describe her father earlier today. All she had to do was read the dictionary, after that I simply helped her remember, no great drama really.' Suddenly the vision disappeared. 'What happened, is it time to go?' 'Yes Anne's moving around, making them hold her down while her father continues to have sex with her. Her actions are meant to turn her father on more, make him lose any sense of what's going on around him. To that extent she's succeeding very well, now go!' I walked to the lounge just in time to hear Anne's father. "Hey Marilyn just look at her. She's just pretending to fight because she wants to turn me on. You know I reckon she's loving it. I reckon it just proves that she's the randy slut we've always thought she was." I didn't give Anne's mother a chance to respond. I moved, grabbed her and pulled her to the floor. From there I pressed a knee to her throat and a knife to the junction of her thighs. She screamed immediately and loudly, until a slap around the face stopped her. "Who the... what do you want?" "Blood! Ha, ha, ha, ha!" I tried to make the laugh sound evil, which wasn't real hard considering I was angrier than ever about the way Anne's parents were treating her. "Especially his." I pointed to Anne's father. "You know you really are stupid if you believe what you just said, now get off her you big fat fuck or I might just let this knife slip all the way from your wife's cunt to her belly-button." Anne and her father both looked, Anne with a broad grin and her father with a look of complete astonishment that seemed not to take in what was happening. Unbelievable as it was Paul Bingham was so involved in doing it to his daughter that he was unable to discern the full extent of what was going on. It didn't take me long to convince him as I used a vicious short right to knock his wife out and then masking tape to cover her mouth." "You know why I'm doing this you big fat prick, why I'm taping her mouth up?" "I don't know how the hell you got in though I suspect my daughter had something to do with it, but if it's money you want then you're out of luck, we ain't got none." I just looked and laughed as I watched him pull his slowly deflating erection out of Anne's vagina and yank up his boxer shorts as Anne raced to my side. "If you believe that she walked out because of the way she's been treated then you've got even less of a brain than I gave you credit for. She's been having the time of her life, never enjoyed herself more. So I'm here to make sure you don't inflict yourself on Anne or any other girl any more, and I'm going to make you suffer you perverted prick. Of course I might do it by killing you." I pointed the knife in his direction. "Then of course we might let you live, might just cut your dick off and feed it to the birds after we've carved a message on your chest telling everyone what sort of a man you are." Anne tapped me on the shoulder. "I think I like the second idea, except maybe the bit about letting the prick live." She moved closer and held her right breast up for me and sighed as I pushed my tongue out and gently circled the erect nipple. "Let's do all that to him and when we're finished kill him anyway." 'Uuhhmm! Oh I like that little brother, she sure gets turned on when things get violent doesn't she? But you'd better forget about carving things like that on his chest Fred. But I do think you should use one of my other ideas on him, after all they do have an electric chip fryer that still has cooking oil in it.' It happened almost too suddenly. "Well fuck you then!" said Anne's father as he launched himself. And would've just about succeeded if my brother hadn't help me react quickly. I dropped the knife, took a fair handful of his genitals in one hand, grabbed his throat with the other, stopped him dead in his tracks, lifted him high above my head and with a quick twist as I brought him down slammed him on my knee so hard I swear I could hear his back break. "Now that was a very, very silly thing to do." I took off my balaclava. "I mean I thought you would have learnt from the time I picked Anne up." I allowed Anne's father to slide to the floor as I stood and looked down at him lying there flat on his back with his legs spread, gasping for breath and struggling to move. Then I swung my foot back and kicked him as hard as I could in the testicles three times forcing him to close his legs and me to change to his head where I kicked him repeatedly until he passed out. Anne walked up to me, lifted both my tracksuit tops and pressed her naked breasts into my chest. "God I wish we could fuck right here, right now." She looked up into my face and said, "Why can't we?" Just then she saw out of the corner of her eye signs of her mother coming round and before I could stop her, though I wasn't sure I had any intention of doing so, Anne picked up the knife and cut her mother's clothes off. Then she slapped her mother's face several times hard to make sure she was fully aware of what was happening, sat on her chest facing her and pointed the knife at her throat. "We're going to kill both of you, Winston and I." She allowed a tear to trickle down her face purely for effect. "And do you know why?" Her mother shook her head. "Liar!" She pushed the knife harder against her mother's throat until she was almost piercing the skin. "You're fucking lying. It's because dad's oversexed and couldn't get enough outside and so took what he couldn't get from me. While you were giving it to him everything was okay." She moved her face closer to her mothers. "BUT YOU STOPPED, YOU FUCKING STOPPED!" screamed Anne into her mother's ear. "What else was he going to do? All he wanted was a cunt for his cock, somewhere to squirt his cum." Without even realising it she pushed the knife just a little harder and drew some blood. "Then I got old enough didn't I?" She pulled her face back, held the knife up with two hands and glared at her mother with all of the hatred that been brewing over the last six or seven years. "So now you know why your going to die don't you? And believe me you fat old cow, it's going to be a pleasure." She was about to lunge with the knife when I wrapped my big strong hand around hers, pulled her naked body back against me and stopped her. "Not yet Anne. Besides one quick blow with the knife would be too quick, too easy, and we have to make them suffer don't we." "What should I do then?" 'Tell her to keep an eye on them while you visit flats one, three, seven and twelve and ask if they know a girl by the name of Karen Marshall. If you go now you won't be seen by anybody other than the people who answer the door. Oh and before you ask they won't remember you or any of this.' I didn't ask why he needed me to do such a thing figuring as always that there was a very good reason for anything my brother asked. But Anne did until I reminded her that all would be explained sooner or later. When I returned I noticed with some relief that her father was still unconscious and that Anne was having no trouble keeping her mother under control. Then I pulled several pieces of rope out of my pocket. "Help me tie them up." Too scared to panic, too frightened to try anything in case we killed her, Anne's mother just lay there. While Anne held her mother's feet together I joined three pieces of rope, tied one end around her feet first before wrapping it around her wrists and before stretching it up to her neck where I pulled it into a tight noose that almost choked her. Then I turned to her father who by this time was conscious again and trying, despite the pain he was feeling in his back, to move in my direction. Ten minutes later Paul Bingham was still on his back, only this time he was completely naked and his knees were pulled up to his chest, his arms circled around them and tied tightly at the wrists. From there the rope was pulled through his ankles, wrapped around them and stretched to his neck where it was tied into a slip knot, looped around his neck and pulled tight until his face, still with several layers of masking tape, touched his knees. Anne walked over to me and began to search through the pockets of my tracksuits continuously rubbing her naked body against me as she did so. Her relief was plain when she pulled the cutthroat razor out. "You did bring it." She indicated her father's genitals. "Can I... ?" "NO! Much as you'd like to and as much as I'd like to let you we've already castrated two men and sliced up that woman tonight. What we really need is something a little different, another way to make them suffer before we kill them and I have the perfect idea." Anne was trying — without much success — to hide her disappointment so I continued on very quickly. "Trust me I think you'll enjoy what I have planned." I turned my attention to my brother. 'What do I have planned?' 'Tell Anne to go to the kitchen, heat up the oil in the chip fryer and get the funnel from the bottom drawer.' I did and Anne smiled and looked at her father's backside as though she knew what was on my mind. "I think I know where you're going to pour the oil, am I right?" "Of course, but first we're going to have to place your mother in a position so she can see what's happening. Then when we've finished with your father she's all yours to do what you like with." We picked her mother up between the two of us and laid her on her side facing her husband. Then I slapped Anne gently on he shoulder. "Now get that funnel and heat up the oil." A short time later Anne was on her way back carrying the fryer that was just less than a half full of oil in both hands while she held the funnel delicately between the two middle fingers of her right hand. I took the funnel from her and after taking a couple of cushions from the couch and after forcing them under her father's back to force his backside into a more upright position inserted it into his rectum., then I cut a piece of material from his boxer shorts and held the funnel steady while Anne poured in the oil until it overflowed. Unfortunately for her father he moved causing oil to spill onto his genital area and causing him a deal of extra pain. "Go grab a wooden spoon from the kitchen Anne, I think we need to make sure the funnel doesn't fall out." When she came back with it I forced the handle of the spoon into the narrow passage of her father's rectum alongside the funnel. "There, now if he moves too much all we have to do is top it up again. Meanwhile put the fryer back and keep the oil hot." She moved off without a word and did as she was told. 'Not bad little brother, not bad, but he's not hurting enough yet. In the bottom left cupboard of th wall-unit you'll find a pair of pliers, I think you know what to do with them. Unless of course you'd like Anne to do it.' 'Sounds fair to me, after all she's the one who had to suffer all his perversions.' While I was waiting for Anne to come back I cut off another larger piece of her father's boxer shorts and forced it into his mouth far enough so that Anne could get at his teeth, and then while his mouth was open jammed a piece of rope into it and tied it at the back of his head so he couldn't close it. Finally I walked over to the wall-unit, located the pliers and handed them to Anne when she came back into the lounge. She looked at the pliers and looked at me, this time she surprised me by not knowing what I expected of her. "What am I supposed to do with these?" "How about playing dentist, haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to pull someone's teeth out? And let's face it who better to experiment on than your father?" She looked at his mouth, saw that he was in no position to bite her and smiled before looking back at me. "Would you do me one favour?" I nodded my head. "If I can." 'She wants to be fucked at the same time, now I don't see why we can't have a little fun as well. I mean surely there's nothing wrong with giving her a penile injection while she's performing an extraction is there?' Before she had time to ask I answered. "Of course I'll make love to you, I mean it is about time your mother saw somebody else besides your father fuck you." Anne leant over her father from the back, grabbed one of her father's bottom front teeth in the pliers and looked at her mother as she positioned herself. "You know you're right about me, I do get crazy for sex. I guess that's the only good thing I ever got from this cunt!" She indicated her father. "You know mum, we both get so horny with the violence Winston and I, and the more violent things are the hornier we get. You know I'm gonna love having my Winston do it to me when we kill both of you." I knew she hadn't been drinking, knew she hadn't taken any sort of drug and yet her excitement was palpable. It was if she was high just at the thought of the kill. Then she felt the touch of my erection as I began to probe her vaginal entrance. "OOOHHHH! Do it to me Winston." She was so turned on, her pussy so awash with her juices that I was soon stroking my cock in and out of her without holding on, without using the hands I needed to hold her father steady. "Feel that?" Anne tightened the grip she had on the tooth and squeezed as she began to tug the pliers from side to side, as she made little circles when the tooth eventually began to loosen. "Ooh I think it's coming!" She looked back at me. "Not you Winston darling, at least I hope not. No I'm talking about the tooth." Finally when she was sure the tooth was loose enough she pulled hard, so hard that she fell back onto me as the tooth came out suddenly. "Oh wow, OH FUCKING WOW!" She was resting on my lap happy in the knowledge that she had inflicted more pain on her father. "That was real good, real fucking good!" Indeed Anne's cries of pleasure were matched only by her father's muffled cries of pain. My cock had slipped out of Anne when she and I fell backwards but we didn't mind, each time Anne went to extract a tooth I would simply slip it back in again. Forty-five minutes it took but eventually most of her father's teeth were gone and his mouth was a gaping bloody mess. He'd lapsed into unconsciousness after the fourth tooth and his troubled breathing and dribbling of a mixture of blood and saliva presented us with the only problem we faced, wiping his mouth clean before each 'extraction'. "What else should we do to him?" Anne was looking back at me and pressing her bottom into me as I continued to make love to her. "I mean we're not stopping there are we?" "Nothing really apart from kill him. Maybe we could top him off with boiling fat, even tip some into his mouth. Wouldn't that be good, imagine the blisters boiling fat on top of open wounds like that would create. In the meantime I think we should do something to your mother here." Anne looked at her mother who, seeing what we had just done to her husband, had passed out after vomiting all over her nose, lower cheeks, upper lip and chin. She walked over to the woman just as soon as I'd finished making love to her and slapped her face continuously before she stood astride her mother's face and allowed the prodigious amount of cum I'd deposited into her pussy to dribble out onto her face, then, when the last of it had trickled onto her face she began to rub it and the vomit into her hair and all over her cheeks, nose and mouth. After a couple of minutes, and satisfied that her mother's face was completely covered in cum and vomit Anne turned to me. "You know something just occurred to me, you see my mother was the indirect cause of what my father did to me by not wanting him to do it to her any more." She looked into her mother's eyes which she had purposely left clear of cum and vomit while she continued to talk to me. "It seems that all things considered we should make sure she gets a really good fucking now." She turned back to me. "How about it? How do you fancy giving my mother a quick one with that enormous cock of yours?" I nodded my head as I walked over and stood towering over the woman. "Sounds like a fine idea, but I don't like the idea that she might suddenly start to enjoy it, and besides why should I soil my cock with a cunt like hers when I can make love to you? No what we really need is something bigger, something that would really hurt. Now I don't suppose there would be anything in the house that would make a useful substitute is there?" Anne thought for a moment and suddenly walked out of the lounge room. Seconds later she was back with the perfect piece and a grin a mile wide. "Will this do?" I looked at what she was carrying and grinned maliciously. "Very nicely I should think. You know, to want to stick that up there you must really hate your mother." Anne knelt down and showed what she had in her hand to her mother who could only mumble a muffled protest. Then she handed the piece to me. "More than you'll ever know Winston, more than you'll ever know." I looked at the piece and chuckled as I knelt on the floor. It was a gnome-like figurine about fourteen or fifteen inches in length and about eight or nine inches in circumference. It was painted in the colours of a local football team, the Melbourne Demons. At the top of the figure was a hat in the same colours that rounded off very nearly to a point. It seemed a good place to start and the base, which was about three and a half inches square and an inch thick, a good place to stop. Anne pointed to her father who was just beginning to come round, then she worked up a mouthful of spit and gobbed right into her mother's eyes. "Pity you stopped him from fucking you. It may just have stopped this from happening, just may have changed our lives." Anne rose from the kneeling position she had taken up and walked out into the kitchen. Seconds later she came back with the fat and she poured it slowly into her father's mouth to the accompanying muffled screams of pain. "You always did like fatty food didn't you, you bastard. This way we're just ignoring the middle bit, the food!" Anne watched me crouch near her mother, gnome poised at the entrance to her vagina. Then she picked up the knife, which had been dropped on the floor near her father, and looked at him. He was just about fully conscious, and while he was in real pain from the teeth we'd pulled out and the hot oil we'd poured into his backside and mouth his eyes were almost begging us to put him out of his misery. They also asked just why this was happening, what both of them had done to deserve this. Anne pointed the knife at her father's neck and held it as if she was about to push down on it with all her weight. "Did you hear what I said?" She looked into his eyes. "Do you reckon if mum had come across all those years and let you fuck her that it would have made any difference?" He didn't make any indication, fear being the only expression left on his face. Anne shook her head. "No I don't reckon it would've, not with a horny cunt like you." She reached around and jabbed the end of the knife into her father's testicles. "No more though hey? You won't be making any other girls life a misery will you?" She looked across in time to see that I was having trouble getting further than the arms which were the thickest, widest point apart from the base. "Need a hand?" "Bring that knife here." Anne jumped across and before I could offer any advice, slipped it in beside the gnome and drew blood instantly before she sliced in an upward direction. I watched her mother pass out before I spoke again. "Couldn't be better Anne, couldn't be better," I said now that I was able to force the remainder of the gnome in, right up to the base, at which point Anne took the knife out and looked in the direction of her father, her gaze principally aimed at the funnel and wooden spoon sticking out of his rectum. "That reminds me of something I never told you or mum about." "And what would that be?" I asked, though I could guess. "The bastard did it to me that way once." She pointed to her father. "He made me promise not to tell otherwise it would be all the worse for me. You see mum had made him promise that he would only fuck my cunt and my mouth, that he would never fuck me up the arse." I pointed to the knife in her hand. "You've heard the expression 'an eye for an eye' haven't you?" When she nodded I pointed in the general direction of her father's backside. "Well I don't think I need to tell you what to do with that knife do I?" She moved over to her father, took out the wooden spoon and the funnel and with a great deal of effort managed to push him onto his side before sticking the tip of the knife into his rectum as the fat started to dribble out. Then she leant over his body and smiled viciously as she carefully avoided touching him with any part of her naked body. "I guess you know now what's going to happen." Anne didn't wait, she jammed the knife all the way in and sliced up to and through his testicles to the base of his penis. Not surprisingly he passed out yet again. I started to slap Anne's mother around the face and looked up just as she started to awaken. "Bring the..." I was stunned into silence as I saw Anne stabbing her father in the chest twice and looking like she was about to repeat it many more times which stung me into action, made me dive over and slap the knife out of her hand. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING? We need discipline, not a frenzied attack where you lose total control of your senses. NOW GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!" 'That's the boy Freddie, I was about to make that very point but I see you have everything under control so I'll let you get on with it.' "I'm sorry Winston," said Anne as she brushed me with her naked body, "I guess I just got carried away with the memory of what he did to me." A few tears began to trickle from her eyes. This time I knew they were genuine. "Well he's dead now, and that means we can't make him suffer any more and there isn't much we can do about that except maybe making sure we avoid any more such behaviour. After all people might just ask the wrong questions if they see umpteen knife wounds in his chest and a path sliced from his arse to his genitals. They might just think that it's somebody closely related to the family, especially after that Saturday when we left here for the final time." I looked right into her eyes and spoke in an angry whisper. "Do you get my drift?" Anne simply nodded. "It won't happen again I promise. What would you like me to do now?" I left the gnome all the way up her mother's vagina and looked at my watch. "I think it's time we killed your mother and got going. After all there's no sense in overstaying our welcome." I indicated to the knife before marking a point right in the centre of the sternum. "Her hearts right behind there, if you push hard the knife is sharp enough that you should manage it at the first attempt." Anne didn't even hesitate, she straightened up slightly, gripped the knife with two hands and pushed with all of her strength slicing straight through. Then she looked into both parents non-seeing eyes. "Now I'm really free of both of you forever." She turned to me and gripped my hand as we stood up. "There's some sponges in the laundry, we can use them to clean up." When we got back to the van having cleaned up to my brother's satisfaction I couldn't help but notice that Karen had hardly moved. "Has she been like this... ?" 'Of course, you could say she's been asleep with her eyes open. And don't worry she hasn't been disturbed, nobody even knows she's here. Now let's get rid of her I'm kind of anxious to get back to your place.' 'Yes, and I wonder why, I mean we are going to take her back to Ringwood are we not?' 'Of course, and when they ask you in for a cup of coffee you'll politely decline.' All the way to Ringwood Karen kept up a constant stream of conversation with Anne. Whether this was deliberate on my brother's part he didn't say. However it did provide us with the opportunity to talk over recent events. 'I can tell by your thoughts that you're worried because of the business with her parents. Well first of all you should be trusting me to look after things by now, but seeing as you can be bit of a Nervous Nellie at times I'll have to set a few things straight. First of all nobody knows you or Anne were even there. There are no clues in the flat that can lead directly to you and no one heard a thing.' 'What about pointing the finger at Anne after the business when I picked her up last Saturday? I mean won't all that come out in the interviews? Won't it come out that I threw the father over that brick wall into the rubbish bins? I mean don't they get kind of curious about little incidents like that?' 'God you can be dumb sometimes. Why do you think I sent you off to those particular flats?' 'Because they witnessed what happened on that particular Saturday afternoon?' 'Now you're getting the idea little brother. Not only were they the only witnesses they didn't talk about the incident to anyone because (a) such behaviour is hardly unusual in flats like those and (b) they didn't like Anne's parents anyway. And now thanks to me they won't even remember either of you.' 'What about some of the other people around the flats? You know, neighbours and the like?' 'As far as they know Anne left a week ago and hasn't been seen since, and as far they and anyone else is concerned nobody knows you've even been there. So don't worry, with my help you can get away with anything. And besides you two can't be in two places at once can you?' 'How do you mean?' 'Simple, once you're in contact with Karen Marshall's parents I'll be able to convince them that you were busy dropping off Karen at the exact time you were supposed to be killing Anne's parents. So, in the unlikely event that they can even trace Anne back to your place you'll have a cast-iron alibi simply because as far as Karen Marshall and her parents are concerned that's when you dropped her off.' 'Yeah but what about their neighbours? I mean won't they have seen what time we arrived?" 'Good point. But as usual I've got it covered, and you will have to stop questioning my ability to cover your tracks. I mean being in league with the devil does have its compensations. After all what do you think I do during all that time I'm not with you?' 'But I thought you needed me to contact people before you could have any effect on them?' 'Technically not true, I think I may have mislead you a little. It's like in the case of the Marshalls. Once I've contacted them all I'll need to do is wait for them to be neighbourly, and they're very friendly with their neighbours, and I can put a suggestion about things like time in their mind, especially as Karen being missing has already been discussed. Oh it can get a little complicated little brother, but suffice to say that everything is covered and that even if it went as far as you being arrested, which is about a one-in-a-million chance by the way, the police would look like bumbling idiots by the time I'd finished with them.' 'Thanks Colin, I promise not to doubt you any more.' 'Well I should THINK so.' When we arrived at Karen Marshall's Ringwood address she looked at me too stunned to get out of the car. "I was too busy talking to Anne to notice you were getting close to where I lived and yet you were able to drive straight to my house, how can this be possible?" "You told me don't you remember?" "She looked at both of us and smiled. "I guess I must have. How can I ever thank you?" Just before she stepped out the car Anne held her hand. "I think your parents are really good people, give them a chance to prove it. You can take it from one who wasn't so lucky that you're fortunate to have parents who care so much." As Karen Marshall stepped out of the car the front door opened and two people, a man and a woman, came running towards the car screaming for Karen. The woman hugged Karen to her while her father held her hand and indicated for Anne to wind down the window. He was about to speak to Anne when my brother spoke. 'Tell them to take her inside and pour out her favourite hot chocolate from the milk simmering on the stove.' I did and this time her mother reacted. "Our Karen might have told you that her favourite drink was hot chocolate but how could you know that we'd have the milk ready to make her one, I mean we don't normally, it's just that we wanted to have something... it's just that we wanted to be ready for..." The emotion of seeing her daughter proved too much and she trailed off in a flurry of tears as she hugged her daughter while she in turn was embraced her husband. "Take your daughter inside Mrs. Marshall," I said while Anne reached out and patted her arm. "She's home safe and sound. What she needs is some good old fashioned love and affection, the chocolate and a good nights sleep." "How can we ever thank you?" chorused Karen's parents. "Be a family. Be each other's best friend. And above all make sure that Karen never feels like she has to leave home again. You know she sure is lucky to have you as parents and you're lucky to have her as a daughter. This is a second chance for all of you, don't waste it!" ------- Chapter 12: February 13: 'Susan' And Nathaniel's First 'Date' The time had finally arrived for their first date and the next step in my brother's rather elaborate plan. Nathaniel Bristoll had pulled up to the front of the farmhouse in a taxi exactly as he'd said he would. My father and Connie had disappeared to a hastily arranged party at Joe Collin's place while Morrie and Julie Dixon were settling down to play the part of Anne's — Susan Dixon's — parents. I'm in my bedroom watching Bristoll thanks to yet another of those visions, though I wasn't sure I was going to enjoy tonight's show any more than I did the ones involving Anne and her parents. 'The idea isn't to enjoy them, the idea is to work to a plan. You have to remember it'll all be worth it in the long run. He's feeling a little conspicuous dressed in those black slacks, the black shirt, lime green tie and black leather jacket. Not that it's bothering him as much as the thought of facing Anne's, sorry Susan's, parents.' Nathaniel Bristoll walked to the front door and rang the bell. I watched Julie Dixon answer the door. She wasn't a regular visitor to our house like her husband Morrie — orgies weren't her scene — but she had no objections to Morrie partaking of the orgy menu as long as long as he kept her in the style to which she had become accustomed and she was able to indulge her passion for the tables at the Crown Casino. She was a tall redhead, her hair was long hanging almost to the middle of her back. Behind her tortoise shell glasses her eyes were checking him out as a mother would. But that only took a second before she opened the door wide. "So nice to meet you Nathaniel." She put a hand to her mouth as if embarrassed by her own silly mistake. "I'm sorry, it's Nathan isn't it our daughter did tell us that you didn't like using the whole name?" When he nodded his agreement she stepped to the side. "Please, come in, Susan will be ready in a moment, in the meantime her father is in the lounge." I continued to watch as Julie Dixon led Bristoll to where her husband was sitting drinking from a can of VB (Victoria Bitter beer) then I listened as she made the introductions. After standing and transferring the can from his right hand to his left Morrie Dixon grabbed Bristoll's right hand and shook it vigorously. "It's a pleasure to meet you young man." He pointed to a comfortable looking armchair. "Please sit down Nathan. Julie will get a beer for you while Susan is finishing prettying herself up." Bristoll shook his head. "I'd very much prefer a Coke Mr. Dixon sir. That is if you... ?" "Fair enough." He smiled. "Never force a drink on anyone if they don't want one that's my motto. Coke it is then. And please call me Morrie." A few of seconds later Julie Dixon came back with a beer for her husband and a glass of Coke with ice for 'Susan's Boyfriend'. Bristoll had just taken a sip from the glass when he saw Anne — obviously I have difficulty recognising her as Susan Dixon — enter the lounge. He could only stare as she stood facing him as if waiting for his approval. She really was dressed to impress. It's funny, I could see her in bed with my father, the Fosters, Connie or any of the men and women that frequent our house and wouldn't get remotely jealous, yet seeing her like that knowing she'd made a special effort to look good for a prick like Bristoll, a prick who could break into a house and forcibly rape two innocent girls, could. 'All in a good cause though little brother, all in a good cause.' She wore the currently fashionable short and tight fitting skirt. It was burgundy in colour. On top she wore a plain, if anything could ever look plain on my Anne, white blouse with a black collar and black buttons, while around her neck was a beautiful diamond necklace that probably belonged to Julie. The whole ensemble was set off by plain red shoes with comfortable two inch heels and a thin black linen jacket that she carried over her arm. While Julie and Anne disappeared into her bedroom Morrie took Bristoll through the kitchen to the games room and showed him the full-sized billiard table, dartboard, card table and bar complete with a large bar fridge with glass doors that was fully stocked with beer and mixers and shelves on the back wall that contained every popular spirit you could think of and some you probably couldn't. Bristoll was impressed, as he should have been, the billiard table alone was worth upwards of twenty-five thousand dollars. "WOW!" He could hardly help himself. "I've never seen anything like this, I mean I like a game of snooker but I've never played on a table like this." Our games room was finished in the same mahogany as the billiard table and had French windows with thick red velvet curtains opening out onto the patio area and an expensive looking pine outdoor setting. But it was when Morrie led him out to the patio that he almost choked on his beer as he saw our spa and the huge fenced-in swimming pool surrounded by timber decking and strategically placed plants and bushes. On the timber decking was a group of smaller tables with beach umbrellas as protection from the sun, and a small open hut that served as a bar for those who couldn't be bothered going into the games room for refreshments. "Well I reckon you might just get a chance Nathan, especially if you and Susan continue to hit it off," said Morrie as he put a hand on his shoulder and led him back inside and through the kitchen with its multitude of modern appliances to the study area near my bedroom. He was playing his part just a little too well in my opinion, after all we didn't want Bristoll to be too regular a visitor to our house. 'Of course! But don't worry Winston that won't be a problem as you well know.' 'Oh I do, I do.' I watched as Morrie pointed to the doors leading to mine and my father's bedrooms. Surely he wasn't going to show him both rooms, surely he hadn't forgotten I was hiding out in one of them. 'Of course he hasn't little brother. I wouldn't let him.' Morrie Dixon pointed to the two doors. "They're bedrooms, the one on the right is where Julie and I sleep and the one on the left is where our son sleeps, he's away interstate on some family business at the moment." He took Bristoll out of the study, down the hallway and showed him Anne's bedroom before pointing to the spare room. "The first room is where Susan sleeps, the second is for guests." He grabbed Bristoll by the wrist and gave him a friendly poke with the first finger of his other hand. "Maybe you'll be able to make use of it some nights. We even have another spare bedroom off the dining area if you'd prefer but it's not as close to Susan's room as this one." He pointed to the door on the right. "Anyway," he said as he led him back to the lounge where Anne was waiting, "that should give you something to think about. Oh by the way, I paid off that taxi. I decided to let Susan borrow my car for the night." I didn't know about giving Bristoll something to think about, it would certainly give me something to think about. 'But don't worry--' I thought for my brother's benefit '--I won't do anything silly.' I followed Bristoll and Anne out through the front door to where my father's car was waiting. "Hope they weren't too overbearing Nathan," said Anne as they stepped out into the car which Morrie had — rather too generously it appeared to me — volunteered for the evening, "you know what oldies can be like sometimes." "Nothing of the sort Susan. If anything I thought they were absolutely terrific, not specifying a time for you to be home means they trust you, 'and me'." He stopped and took hold of her hands. "You have to understand just how important that is to me. And they as good said I could stay any time I wanted to, if we hit it off, and of course if you want me to." She grabbed Bristoll's right hand in her left. "And why wouldn't I?" She sounded so convincing I was almost ready to believe that she was starting to like him. "And Just remember Nathan it's entirely up to you where you sleep!" ------- No sooner had they disappeared in my father's car than there was a knock on the door and two heads — Morrie and Julie's — poked around the door. Morrie it was who did the talking. "They're gone now. Are you sure this is right Winston? I mean how do you know that bastard can be trusted?" "Trust me Morrie it's all in a good cause. I promise that sometime you'll understand why. For now though I can't explain. Like my father and Connie you'll just have to trust me, now if you don't mind I think I'd like to rest for a while." No sooner had they gone than my brother returned. 'Come on Fred, painful as it is may be we have to get back to watching Anne and Bristoll. You have to see what happens.' I watched them drive into town, watched Anne park the car in a shady well protected area of the car park at the back of the mall. Then I looked on anxiously as they got out of the car, as Anne move closer to him, put her arms around his neck, pressed herself against him and tilted her head ready. "Kiss me!" she ordered as she placed an arm around his back. 'Watch him little brother, he wants to move his hands further down, wants to touch her.' 'Yes but that's normal surely? I mean I'm not totally thrilled but it is the way a boy would behave with a girl as beautiful as Anne in his arms.' 'Maybe so, but follow his eyes. I mean while he's resisting the urge to move his hands further down, while he's lowering his lips to hers he can't resist looking at two girls walking across the car park. There's not even anything special about them, it's just that he can't help looking at them, can't resist wondering what sort of figures are underneath their clothes. Neither can he resist following the captivating sight of their bottoms that fit so snugly into those hipster pants they're wearing, and that sway so sexily when they walk. He's hoping against hope that he'll see the beginnings of the crack of their bottoms. He even finds it impossible not to look at the backs of their T-shirts for signs of bra straps before checking out the front for some kind of idea of the shape and size of their breasts. Lastly of course he looks at their legs in those clinging pants. It only takes a few seconds and it all helps you see, all helps to build a little picture in his mind of what they look like naked.' 'But how can he do that when... ? How can he even think about them when he has someone as beautiful as Anne in his arms?' 'Because old habits are hard to break and much as he'd like to, as much as he's trying to, ultimately he can't help himself. I mean even a kiss like that from Anne won't help. Oh the contact is electric enough, to him it's like nothing he's ever felt before.' I watched as Anne lifted one leg and pressed herself against him. My brother was right more than I cared to admit. Although just thinking about it was paramount to an admission when my brother was around. Bristoll began walking again, holding Anne's left hand in his right. "My parents wouldn't have..." He looked bemused for a minute, stopped talking and carried on walking until Anne pulled him to a stop. "What does that mean Nathan, what were you going to say about your parents and about me?" "Some day Susan I will explain, right now it means just on thing." "And what's that?" He kissed her. "I love you." Then he kissed her again this time more passionately. 'He thinks he does Fred but just follow his gaze as they walk through the car park towards the restaurant. See how good he is at looking at those two girls, at following the movement of their cute little backsides. Anne doesn't even notice and she's supposed to be looking for any sort of strange behaviour like that. I mean it takes years of practice to reach that level of expertise.' 'But Anne won't say even if she does see something because we told her not to didn't we?" 'Not until we're ready for her to start kicking up a fuss and that won't be for a while yet, I mean we have to make sure he gets himself into a little more trouble first.' 'And just how do we do that?' 'You've heard the expression 'what the Lord giveth the Lord taketh away'?' 'Yes but what has that--?' 'All in good time Freddie my boy, all in good time. I think now would be a good time to go and avail yourself of some of Julie's absolutely scrumptious cooking, these two are going to do something totally boring.' 'Like what?' 'Make lovey-dovey conversation over food and then actually watch the movie.' ------- I was back in my room, it was some three and a half hours later and I was once again following the exploits of my Anne with this Nathaniel Bristoll. They were sitting in Madison's night club finishing off what had been — at least as far as Bristoll was concerned — a successful evening. Anne had taken off her linen jacket and was now attempting to tell him, over the loud music, a story my brother and I had dreamed up the previous evening. "... Me and my girl friend went to this party one time." Anne had a firm grip of Bristoll's hand as she told her little tale. "I mean I guess you know how these parties are. You know we had a little to drink which turned into a lot and then the drugs kicked in." She took a drink from her vodka tonic before continuing. "By that time there was three of us girls left and about six or seven guys." She smiled and reached across and took his hand in hers. "They started playing slow stuff on the stereo and we started dancing. You know, the real slow stuff where you didn't move and just sort of felt each other up." 'Do you see the way Bristoll is nodding his head?' I nodded mine in reply. 'Well he's a little jealous, would you believe it, he's only known her for a little over thirty-six hours and already he feels that way. But that's good, the more he learns about Susan's good nature the more he'll feel the need to be good himself. Naturally when he falls victim to temptation as will be inevitable he'll gradually become more and more ashamed of himself until he reaches such a point that — anyway you'll see.' "Me and the other girls were dancing with two guys at a time." She smiled at him as though what she was telling him was the most natural thing in the world. "I guess it must have been the combination of booze and drugs but pretty soon we were naked and not long after that we weren't dancing." She laughed. "Well I guess we were. But the horizontal kind, you know, the mambo." Just then a young good looking guy came over to where they were sitting. He leaned in and smiled at Anne as he held out his hand. "Would you care to dance?" I was as surprised as Bristoll was. 'That's unusual Colin. I mean I know Madison's and that sort of thing doesn't... ' I stopped the thought momentarily. 'You had something to do with this didn't you?' 'Of course I did. Putting a suggestion into Anne's head to say hi to a couple of guys while Bristoll was at the bar wasn't difficult, and as soon as she did it wasn't hard for me to get them to ask her to dance. Now sit back and watch Fred because I really don't think that Bristoll is going to enjoy this.' I watched along with a distinctly upset and disappointed looking Nathaniel Bristoll as Anne and the guy started to slow dance on their own little piece of the dance floor, watched with Bristoll as the guys hands slid under her skirt and onto her pantie-clad bottom. 'Do you think that the man could get away with slipping off Anne's panties Fred.' 'Of course he could. You know very well what he can get away with these days. After all the proprietors and the manager on duty wouldn't even bother trying to get the police to the club. They'd just laugh and say they had more important things to worry about.' He said just one word to me. 'Precisely.' As suddenly as the guys hands had moved onto Anne's panties they began to appear from beneath her skirt. And just as suddenly another guy, obviously a friend of the first mans, appeared. He positioned himself behind Anne, who still had her arms wrapped around the first guys neck, took hold of the waistband of her panties, knelt down, pulled her panties to her feet and watched with a smile as she stepped out of them. 'So do you think we're done yet Fred?' 'I guess not, ' I thought in response. And almost as soon as that thought had occurred to me I watched the first guy lift her skirt to her waist and the second close in behind her so that she was sandwiched between both guys. Then I watched with Bristoll, who was getting more shocked, and angrier, by the minute, as the second guy reached around her and begin to undo her blouse. He opened every button until finally when the last one was undone she allowed him to slide the blouse off her shoulders. By this stage quite a crowd had built up and most were vociferously voicing their approval, even the girls. And surprisingly it was the girls in the crowd that had gathered around Anne and her two friends who were the most vocal in wanting the two men to finish the job. Just then I saw the first guy break away from Anne momentarily so that he was able to pick up her panties. "OKAY," he cried out loudly, "WHO WANTS THE SLUTS PANTIES?" There was a general clamour of "Me, me, me" from most of the young men and even a couple of the girls so the first guy just tossed them in the general direction of the crowd and one of the guys managed to grab them with a high mark that any footballer would have been proud of. (If you need an explanation go to www.afl.com.au). Then the second guy tossed the blouse which finished up in the hands of one of the girls. And that's when Anne turned so that the first guy could remove the lacy white bra that matched the G-string she had been wearing. The bra of course went where the other two articles of clothing had gone leaving Anne dancing with the two guys wearing just her skirt which was bunched around her waist effectively making her naked. For the next fifteen minutes Anne was passed around between the two guys, who took turns in fingering her pussy and playing with her tits and arse. She even found herself being leant to a couple of other guys who took the same liberties with her almost naked body. However, no matter how hard they tried, no matter how persuasive they were Anne steadfastly refused to let them fuck her. 'What would happen Colin, if a group of guys from that crowd decided not to take no for an answer? Or is that a silly question?' 'It's a silly question. Obviously I can get into Anne's head, but because she spoke to those guys I can get into theirs which means that the crowd suddenly becomes accessible to me. So no, no one in the club is going to be having sex with Anne tonight. In fact I could, if I wanted to, start an orgy right there on the dance floor.' 'That could make for a pleasant diversion.' 'Not going to happen little brother, not going to happen. As a matter of fact I think it's time Anne, or 'Susan', rejoined Bristoll. I think his reaction may be interesting, ' I watched as Anne broke away from the two guys, made her excuses, and walked proudly back to Bristoll while pulling down and adjusting her skirt as she continued to proudly display her naked breasts. She sat down, took a sip of her drink and then sighed exaggeratedly. "Wow, that made me hot and horny." She smiled and reached over to pat Bristoll's hand. "Guess that might make someone lucky." Bristoll looked at her tits and then at her jacket. "Maybe you should..." He indicated her breasts but she cut him off. "Oh no I don't think so," she laughed, "after all everyone's seen them now." She moved closer to Bristoll until she was almost sitting in his lap. "Now where were we?" It took a few seconds for Bristoll to gather his thoughts and he said to her tits. "I think you were... I think..." Anne tucked a finger under his chin and lifted his head. "Up here Nathan, up here. Please, could you look at me while you're talking to me." When he remained in eye contact she continued. "Oh that's right I was fucking this guy while another guy had his cock down my throat." She grinned. "Kinda cool huh?" I could see that Bristoll wasn't taking it well, could see that he hadn't enjoyed that little display on the dance floor so obviously Anne could too. But she carried on as if there was nothing wrong. "God I loved those sort of fucking parties." She smiled as if she was recalling a fond memory instead of something we'd made up to tell Bristoll. "You know I even got tripled a couple of times." "Tripled?" queried Bristoll. "Yeah," said Anne. "You know, tripled. One guy was fucking my pussy while another was up my arse and a third was throat-fucking me. It was fucking awesome!" "I guess it must have been, if you're into that sort of thing," was Bristoll's flat unenthusiastic jealous response. He looked into her lovely blue eyes and sensing that he'd said the wrong thing was quick to try and put things right. "Don't take it the wrong way Susan." He put his arm around her shoulder. "I meant it, you're very lucky to have such marvellous parents who allow you the freedom to do things like that, to go to parties like that and let you go out on nights like tonight. I mean watching you on the dance floor, watching those guys strip you made me jealous." He hesitated for a second while continuing to look her in the eye as he steadfastly avoided looking at her still naked tits. "But then when they clearly wanted to have sex with you, you came back to me. Oh you might have been as good as naked, but you came back. TO ME! "You know my parents never — oh heavens there I go running off at the mouth again." He suddenly pulled Anne's face to his kissed her. It was almost as if the kiss was a way of avoiding saying too much. She broke away, took a deep breath and expelled the air slowly as she looked at him with the hint of a smile brightening her lovely complexion. "Nathaniel Bristoll, I do believe you're not as upset as I thought you might be." "I guess I just can't help but enjoy your company, enjoy you being who you are. I guess being in the engaging company of such an exquisite young lady makes me behave so differently. I guess it's because, even if you were involved in that sort orgiastic behaviour you still make me feel so special." Bristoll was clearly a lot more confident than he had been at the start of the evening. Anne laughed and finished the last of her coffee. "Do you really expect to win me over with extravagant, generous approbation." She laughed again. "See, I can discourse eloquently too." "Well that's enough witty repartee for now. Why don't we get coffee and then you can regale me with another one of your lecherous tales of bacchanalian behaviour." "Baccha what?" asked Anne as she idly toyed with the nipple of her right breast. "Lecherous behaviour. You know, all things bawdy and immoral." "Oooh that sounds like me all right." She stood up and moved to a vacant side of the table and leant forward so that her tits rested on its surface. "And that sounds like an offer too good to refuse but--" she put a hand to her ear and cocked it in the direction of the dance floor indicating that the next song had taken her attention "--it'll have to wait." She held out her hand. "Dance with me Nathan." It wasn't as much a question as a command. He pointed to the jacket. "Shouldn't you..." He didn't get to finish the question. "Fuck no!" She looked around. "You don't see anyone complaining do you?" Bristoll followed her gaze. "No of course not, all I see is a lot of people ogling your naked breasts." "Let them. Now are you going to dance with me or not?" Bristoll didn't answer he just stood up and took her hand. There were plenty of couples on the dance floor but they didn't need much space as yet another slow song started. Bristoll and Anne walked to the dance floor and pushed their way between several couples into a small space and despite the fact that she was still topless and not wearing panties he started dancing a short distance away from her, but not for long. Anne grabbed his hand, pulled him to her and pressed her body against his. 'See what I mean little brother, just look at him now, the little pervert can't help himself.' My brother was right, his eyes were everywhere. He was discreetly looking around as Anne wrapped her arms around his neck and lay her head on his shoulder as she pressed her naked breasts into his chest. Most of the couples in his — our — line of vision were trying their best to makes themselves as one with each other and because Bristoll's eyes were on the guys hands mine were too. Except that he was obviously interested in what they were holding, which with maybe one exception was their partner's behinds. Did that mean he was going to do the same with Anne's naked one? God if I was there I reckon it might just make me angry enough to thump him. I mean I could care less about the other guys and the liberties they had taken. But this was the perverted cunt Bristoll. 'No you wouldn't.' interrupted my brother. 'This is exactly what we want him to do. You have to trust Anne to stop him, trust me to know how he'll react. Oh and by the way she spotted him looking around at all the other girls.' 'So what's he thinking?' 'That maybe, after what happened before, she wants him to hold her by her naked bottom. But he's not confident enough yet, even though to him she has given every indication of a desire for that sort of contact. He's getting there though, with the packed dance floor, the press of Anne's body against his own, the feel of her breasts pushing against him, and with the familiar stirrings down below as his blood takes the well-travelled route to that portion of his anatomy I can guarantee it won't take long.' It didn't either. I watched as he moved his hands a little lower until he reached the small of his back, at which point he stopped. 'He's trying real hard.' Colin giggled gleefully. 'Even though a number of guys have already had their hands on intimate parts of Anne's anatomy. You know I really believe this is going to work. At this moment he's a little nervous about her reaction to his hard-on and a little reluctant to put his hands on her buttocks out of some kind of misplaced respect.' Seconds later though it finally happened, Bristoll moved his hands down onto the cheeks of her bottom with the deftest of movements. For a few seconds it looked as though she was going to leave them there until suddenly she moved her hands and lifted Bristoll's back up where they belonged. Not only did she move his hands she moved back a step, away from the obvious press of Bristoll's erection, something that, I suspect, went against Anne's nature. 'You don't do the girl justice Winston. She really doesn't want to get involved with the bastard and she IS only doing this for you. You are right though, after what happened with those two guys and if it was anyone else and there was an erection involved she wouldn't take a backward step as long as it was fine with you.' They said nothing for the whole time they danced through that song and the slow ballad that followed. My brother told me it was because Bristoll was so embarrassed about making such a mistake with Anne and because she was so intent on making sure he realised how things stood. When they got back to their table Bristoll reminded Anne about the telling of another tale involving her sexual activities as he ordered coffee from the waitress. I watched her smile warmly to let him know she wasn't too upset. 'Is she giving him some sort of indication that maybe if he takes thing a little slower there will still be chance for him?' 'Of course little brother. You know I really do think Anne missed her calling, she is playing her part perfectly. Would it surprise you to know that all the while she's with him part of she is still thinking about you? No don't answer that, I already know that you do. Now let's listen Anne's delightful story.' "After that party I got to like getting it on with a number guys. This next one happened with the local football team." She smiled. "I guess you could say I was their mascot. You know me and several other girls used to cheer them on but I was the only one who went back to where they showered and changed." She laughed. "I guess you could say I was a reward if they did well. And if they didn't do so well I'd show them what they weren't going to get." The waitress came with the coffee, and after she left Bristoll said, "You mean you'd... ?" "Yup! More than half the football team, ten guys. If they won I pulled a train with at least ten footballers." She took a sip of her long black. "Then one of the footballers girlfriends sprung me pulling another triple." She laughed. "We thought we were fucked but she stripped off and gave me a hand." Another smile. "Do you know that by the end of the season there was five of us taking on, on average, about twenty footballers. I tell you Nathan I couldn't fuck for a week after one of those sessions my cunt was so sore." Bristoll had asked for the other story, but I could tell he was upset. 'Of course he is Fred. He can't understand why after those two tales of her sexual activities and after what she allowed the guys to do to her tonight she wouldn't allow him to put his hands all over her naked bottom.' The conversation gradually died out as they drank their coffee until finally Anne stood up, put on her linen jacket on and told Bristoll she'd meet him outside after he paid the bill. Anne waited outside while Bristoll paid and, playing the part for all she was worth, said nothing all the way to the car. The silence continued as she followed his directions to where he lived before she stopped the car fifty metres short of his house under his instructions. Anne turned off the ignition and waited with her hands in her lap staring straight ahead. She even made a point of moving as far away from him as she could manage. 'You know this is really good Fred, better than your average soapy on TV. Part of Bristoll wants to go, wants to extricate himself from this awkward situation, but another part of him that lacks any fight wants to say sorry, wants to ask if they could start again.' Well, the part of Bristoll that wanted to go was winning, he was out of the car and Anne had already said a curt goodnight and started the motor. 'How is this going to help? What good will it do if he walks away now?' 'Watch!' Bristoll stopped momentarily, raced around to the drivers side and held Anne's arm through the open window. "Could you wait a second Susan 'please'?" 'He's thinking that the best thing that's happened to him in his entire life is in danger of slipping away if he doesn't do something about it now. Isn't it good that human's are so predictable little brother?' Bristoll watched Anne get out of the car, I knew as well as he did that she was waiting for him to say something, and so he did. "Susan, in all my life I've never had a girlfriend." Anne nodded her head and began to say something until Bristoll held up his hand to stop her. "Please, I'd like to finish what's on my mind." He waited for a second or two before carrying on. "I wasn't allowed out, and as for girls they were considered to be nothing but a bad influence. I was allowed to read only what they considered to be good for me, the bible springs to mind. And I was allowed to watch television only when they deemed it appropriate. Since they... er... well since then I've had trouble mixing socially as you may have noticed." They smiled at each other for the first time since the episode in the coffee bar. Bristoll pulled her closer as he continued. "I guess what I'm asking for Susan, is another chance." He put both arms around her waist and she responded in like fashion. "I'm really sorry for the way I behaved on the dance floor, for my behaviour on the way home. I guess what you did before you met me was none of my business, and as for those guys on the dance floor I guess I simply thought that what was good for them was good for me." He smiled. "Well you're with me aren't you. Susan, you're like a breath of fresh air in my life and I guess I'm just not used to being around someone as beautiful and as sweet and as... As sexual as you." She smile up at him and had the final word before she gave him a goodnight kiss. "I guess it's partly my fault too, I should have expected you to react the way you did after that episode on the dance after those guys and those stories I told you. I should have accepted it as a compliment instead of trying to avoid having your hands on my naked arse. But I guess it was that you were my date and those were just, you know, nobodies, just guys who I wouldn't see again while I'd be seeing you again. Now I reckon we'll both have to work on improving your education, and I reckon the lessons start now." ------- Chapter 13: Friday March 4: Making Plans - Uncle Trent! They spent most of the next three weeks together. When they weren't going to the pictures they went for a meal. He went dancing with her, she went to the gym with him, and together they went shopping, generally with a mixture of his money and the money I gave her. I guess it took me all that time to get used to the idea of not having Anne around so much, of 'seeing' her with him. In all the time they were together Anne never once asked me when it was time for Bristoll to spend the night, never once asked me what this was all about. Neither did my father and Connie or Morrie and Julie, all of whom had learned to trust my good sense and judgement. They trusted me to tell them what this was all about when the time was right. Of course a lot of that trust was due to my brother, but I didn't care, especially where Connie, Morrie and Julie were concerned. My father of course was flesh and blood, that was a different matter. And Anne was becoming more and more important to me as the days turned into weeks. Bristoll was never once allowed to take Anne to his home — though from the information supplied by Colin about his aunt and uncle that was probably for the best — even though he had spent many evenings at her — our — house. And it wasn't as though the subject never came up, her curiosity was frequently aroused by the many occasions he simply wasn't allowed to take her out. When he couldn't bring himself to talk about his family she talked about her own — 'Morrie and Julie'. After initially leading him on and then stopping him from going any further Anne it was who had to take the lead when it came to being more adventurous with their goodnight kisses. At the top of the driveway outside our house it was she who was the instigator of their intimate caresses. Every touch, every embrace aggravated me so much my brother had to calm me down by reminding me that she was only following my orders, only playing a part. Still it was difficult to accept and I didn't know why. I mean it wasn't as if Anne wasn't still enjoying herself as she allowed my father and the regular crowd, both male and female, to enjoy the delights of her delicious and almost constantly naked body. She was of course continuing to do wonders for Bristoll's confidence and that, so my brother cheerfully informed me, was the reason he was so much in love with her. But more importantly, insisted my brother, was that with her for company he didn't feel the insatiable lust to sexually molest girls. My brother even reminded me that Bristoll was fast coming to the conclusion that with time and patience their's could develop into a steady sexual relationship that could have a stabilising effect on him. ------- "How about driving up the coast tomorrow? Just the two of us." They were sitting in a restaurant on a Friday night having a coffee after Anne had joined in one of Bristoll's sessions at the gym for the first time. Anne looked at him her eyes beaming their acceptance. "Let's leave fairly early and find a quiet spot. We can go to your place and grab anything you need." She was playing the excited part now, it was what my brother said Bristoll loved about her, the enthusiasm, the excitement which she took into anything they did. "Then you can stay at our place. Mum's got some rolls and stuff, there's a fresh two litre container of orange juice and some fruit." She stood up. "Come on let's go." 'Looks like you're really going to have something to be jealous about now little brother.' 'You mean they're... ?' 'Of course, it was my idea for Anne to make the suggestion. Naturally her 'parents' are going to agree, but it's not going to happen tonight because just like all those other times they haven't been able to go out it's Bristoll's Aunt Linda and Uncle Trent who are going to be the obstacles.' 'So when is it going to happen, tomorrow night?' 'Listen and you'll see.' Bristoll was about to pay the bill and walk out when something made him sit down again. "What's the matter darling?" Anne was still standing waiting for him. "It's them!" When she acted as though she didn't understand he continued. "The same two people who continually make my life a misery by making me do all the work around the place. How the hell am I going to convince them to let me spend most of the weekend with you?" He watched Anne's face for some kind of a reaction and all she did was laugh. But it was kindly, not derisive or insulting. "Tell me something Nathan, if you go out for a run tomorrow morning, take some stuff with you, meet me at six-thirty, come back to our place, have some breakfast and go from there, what more can they do to you?" Bristoll thought about it for less than a second before he answered. "you're right of course, there's nothing more they can do. But are you sure your parents won't mind?" Anne leaned closer, put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Of course they won't, they'll only be to happy to help, they think you're terrific." They walked out to the car and Anne drove to Bristoll's house where she indulged in an intimate goodnight kiss before driving off. 'Anne's on her way home little brother but we'll stay with Bristoll, I think you'll find this episode a little more enjoyable.' I looked at my watch as I listened to the noise of the party in progress while I was stuck in my bedroom. 'It would have to be, anything's better than watching Anne with that bastard.' 'Don't worry about what's happening out there Winston, they're too busy drinking and having sex to be worrying about you, and anyway you'll be out in time for Anne's arrival home.' I closed my eyes and watched the picture of Bristoll appear again. 'He's late again little brother and as you'll soon find out that means trouble.' I watched as he walked indoors. The man sitting in an easy chair in the lounge stood up as soon as Bristoll walked in. Physically he was even bigger than Anne's father and he looked tougher, but that was the only difference. One look at the expression on the uncle's face was all that was necessary as Bristoll walked into the lounge. He was in a rage fuelled by the vast amount of beer he had clearly consumed. "You lazy good-for-nothing useless prick, we give you simple tasks to do in return for helping you out and you can't even manage that." 'You might say that Bristoll's just a touch confused little brother, it seems he was sure he'd done everything asked of him before he left home tonight. He remembers cleaning the bathroom and toilet, mowing the lawns and washing down the walls in the kitchen and can't remember being asked to do anything else.' 'Sounds like he's getting what he deserves.' I turned my attention to Bristoll's reply. "I'm sorry Uncle Trent but I thought..." "You thought what you deadbeat no good waste of fucking space. Haven't you learnt yet that you don't really exist, that you're here purely for our benefit. What about the floors? You didn't do them, and besides you didn't make a very good job of mowing the lawns. That means you can add those two jobs to your list of chores tomorrow." "But I thought I didn't have any..." "I'll be the one to decide what jobs you have or haven't got." I watched with Bristoll as his uncles complexion flushed a dark shade of red. No more than a second later I watched as he turned into a modern day version of Robert Louis Stephenson's deranged maniacal Mr. Hyde character fuelled not by a strange potion but by an excess of alcohol and a hatred that had been simmering and was about to be brought to the boil. Bristoll was obviously in real trouble and I guessed I was about to find out how much. "Right now though--" Here it comes I thought. "--you've got a lesson to learn--" he brought his hand back and hit him successive blows with the open palm before rolling up the sleeves of his work shirt "--and I'm about to teach it to you." 'Now he's wondering what to do little brother. You see Bristoll's pretty sure he can match his uncle's strength but he knows he can't match his natural street fighter mentality.' Suddenly, as if to prove Bristoll and my brother right he received a punch on the bridge of the nose that flattened it, caused it to bleed and almost broke it. Bristoll put his hand up to feel the extent of the injury and that was a big mistake, a foot to the testicles was painful evidence of that. Now he had to rub his testicles while he was doubled over in pain, not that he had long to do that as his uncle caught him square on the chin with the same boot and sent him tumbling to the floor. "Come on get up and fight you weak sonofabitch!" Bristoll's uncle grabbed the collar of his shirt in his left hand, lifted him roughly from the carpet and gave him several stinging slaps with the right hand before dropping him. "Typical! As weak as the piss your Aunt Linda tries to pass off as tea." I watched the uncle move back. "Come on, at least prove you've got some spine by getting up and trying to throw a punch. Come on you weak-kneed coward stand up and fight like a man, here I'll even let you take your best shot." 'What else can he do Winston? His nose feels as if somebody has driven a three-inch nail straight through it, his testicles feel as if they've been used as coals on an open fire and his face feels like it's been burnt to a crisp in the midday sun.' Bristoll got unsteadily to his feet and focused on his uncle who was standing in front of him grinning broadly and motioning with his right hand. "Come on take your best shot, one here," he pointed to his stomach, "and one here." He pointed to his chin. "True! Come on no bullshit. But if you can't put me down then no mercy, what do you say?" 'What can he say Winston? If he doesn't try his uncle will beat him to a pulp for being such a coward, and if he does it'll be the same result.' Having presumably decided that he really had nothing to lose Bristoll swung with all his might at his uncle's tensed stomach with no visible effect. My brother laughed wickedly. 'That was the last thing Bristoll expected little brother, oh he didn't expect him to double up in pain or anything like that, but he did expect some reaction. Now he's thinking that maybe ha has a weak chin. Well I guess we'll find out won't we.' I was sure we would. I watched as Bristoll brought his right hand from way back and hit him with a roundhouse right that should have at least forced him to take one backward step, but he didn't even budge. No all he did was laugh, and laugh, and laugh, almost to the point of hysterics. "Whoops!" His uncle hit him with a smashing right to the stomach and followed it with a right to the head that connected with his left eye and momentarily closed it. "I guess you blew it huh?" His uncle grabbed him by his hair and pushed his head down at the same time as he brought his knee up. "Take that you fucking pervert!" Bristoll toppled backwards, he was down but not out, that much I could see. 'I guess the sensible thing to do would be to stay down wouldn't you think so little brother?' I thought an affirmative answer. 'Trouble is he thinks that would be cowardly and that somehow things would be the same whatever he does. And you know something, he's right.' Bristoll got to his knees and began to look to where his uncle should be, he didn't get much of a look though, in fact all he saw was the steel toecap of his uncles boot that looked to be a size twelve as it connected to the side of his face. 'Bristoll's just beginning to realise something Winston.' While I listened to my brother I watched the uncle continue with the kicks that sent him sprawling onto his stomach. 'He's realising as he desperately tries to maintain consciousness that this isn't about the chores any more, that it never really was.' Bristoll was totally spent now as he waited for the beating to continue. But it didn't, it stopped at the sound of a woman's voice. Presumably his aunts. "Trent! My God what have you done?" I heard the crying sound of her voice. Bristoll didn't look up and I couldn't see her but I could sense the tears that must have been flowing. His aunt it seemed didn't hate him as much as his uncle did. "How are we ever going to forget if you keep doing this. Go to bed please and let me see if I can dress Nathaniel's wounds and save a trip to the hospital and God knows how many questions from the police when they report his injuries." "BE STUFFED! I haven't finished with this prick by a long way." He picked Bristoll up in one hand and pulled back his other hand, already clenched into a fist, as if to punch his already beaten and bloody face. "Just watch this." I could see her now as she appeared in the vision. Tears were streaming down her face as she lunged and grabbed his arm. "TRENT LEAVE HIM! Screamed his wife. "LEAVE HIM!! NOW!!! LEAVE HIM, OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL NEVER, EVER, FORGIVE YOU!!!" The words had the required effect, he dropped Bristoll and staggered drunkenly out of the lounge. As soon as he was gone Aunt Linda helped her nephew to the bathroom and dressed his wounds before struggling into his bedroom with him. She stripped him naked to check for any other injuries, especially to his groin, and somehow managed to get him into his pyjamas and into bed. Then she sat down and told him that nothing was broken, not his cheekbones or his nose which was a miracle in itself. She even told him, as she massaged his testicles through his pyjamas, in a maternal thoroughly asexual way, that they would recover by the morning. "I know nothing can excuse what Trent did but is there anything I can do to make up for it. I don't mean by telling anyone what happened tonight. Heaven knows I couldn't let that happen and I'd have to stick by him." Her smile was genuine as far as I could see. "But I know he has several chores planned for you tomorrow and I could see that they get done, sort of smooth the waters as it were if you have plans for the weekend. Even if I have to do them myself." "I have made tentative plans with Susan for tomorrow Aunt Linda, but won't he take it out on you if I'm not here to do the chores?" "Only if they don't get done and he doesn't get a chance to go to the races. So I'll make sure he goes to Flemington and I'll do the work myself, then he's got nothing to complain about." 'Bristoll wants to tell her he doesn't think it's fair on her, naturally she won't take any notice. God if either of them try to be any nicer I think I'll be sick.' Bristoll started to say exactly that but his aunt held up her hand to stop him from talking. "Don't give it another thought, under the circumstances it's the least I can do after tonight. And don't worry about what Trent will do to me, after tonight's exhibition he'll want to tread very carefully. Bristoll accepted the tender kiss goodnight his aunt gave him, smiled as best he could and watched as she left his room closing the door behind her. 'So far so good little brother. He's still in a fair amount of pain, but it's nothing he can't put up with now that his plans for the weekend are firmly established thanks to his aunt's support. All we have to do now is set the ground rules with Anne before tomorrow morning.' ------- By the time Anne arrived back at the house the party was in full swing and those that weren't in the pool making the most of the balmy early autumn evening were entertaining themselves in either the games room, the lounge or one of the spare bedrooms. The exceptions were my father, Connie and of course myself as I had chosen that moment to re-enter the party. "Everything go all right?" I asked Anne pretending ignorance even though I knew perfectly well what was happening. "Just as you said it would. It was almost as if you were able to predict the future. I don't know how you do it and I'm not going to ask because I know you'll tell me when I need to know." Anne told the story of the evening exactly the way I saw it happen, smiled and looked in the direction of the pool where the Fosters were keeping company with Betty Hart. "Mind if I make an even number?" The response from the three naked people in the pool was instant and enthusiastic prompting Anne to strip naked there and then and dive in. "As soon as she was out of range my father looked at me. "I know I promised to trust you but I can't help but wonder. You're telling us that this man, who's directly responsible for three deaths including Colin's and is indirectly responsible for two more, spends most of his spare time when he's not with Anne perving on and in some cases attacking innocent girls is going to spend all of tomorrow with Anne? Pardon me if I find that just a little difficult to come to terms with." "He'll be staying tomorrow night as well though he doesn't know it yet." "You mean not only do Connie and I have to disappear early in the morning, we have to stay away tomorrow night as well?" I nodded my head. "You're crazy Winston, do you know that? Surely you're not going to continue trusting this... this Bristoll fellow?" "Of course I am, and for a very good reason that I already told you I can't explain. Believe me there's no other way to accomplish what needs to be done, no other way to be sure of maintaining the life we already have." "Are you talking about all of the people we've killed between us, all the crimes we've committed?" asked my father starting to get a little agitated, something I knew wouldn't sit well with my brother. "I thought nothing could be traced back to us, I thought I'd taught you well enough to make sure of that." 'Your right little brother I don't like it, you're in serious danger of telling too much. Now I suggest you shut up right now otherwise Connie and Anne might just decide that this isn't how they would have chosen to live their lives.' 'Point taken, I'll try to remember.' I turned my attention back to my father who was wearing shorts and Connie who had been listening intently and, like Anne, Betty Hart and most of the other girls at the party, was naked. "Believe me dad nothing will happen, trust me." "We have to Cyril, after all everything Winston has said would happen has. And although all I've been doing is going out on dates with this... this prick, if Winston here says he'll behave like a perfect gentleman I have to trust his judgement." I hadn't heard her walk over from the pool. Anne was standing next to me proudly nude as the Fosters who had followed her took turns in drying her stunningly beautiful body with a towel. "And so you should Anne so you should, what I've told you about him is the truth. As to whether you'll be safe believe me when I say that wherever you go whatever you do someone will be watching over you, believe me when I tell you that if I thought you were in danger I wouldn't let you go." "But how can you keep me safe when you'll be here and I'll be miles away." She knelt down after the Fosters had finished drying her and reached for my father's shorts as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "I mean it's bad enough that some time today or tonight I'm going to have to let him get his grubby paws all over my naked body." She pulled the shorts down, took hold of my father's respectably sized cock and began to pump it to a full erection. "And then I'm going to have to let him fuck me!" she finished as she leant forward and took my father's cock into her mouth and finally into her throat as she swallowed his entire length. My father watched Terry Foster as he moved up behind Anne, lifted her hips into position and then slid his cock to the hilt in her pussy. Then he stroked her head gently as he said, "I guess you'll just have to be patient like Connie and myself until my son decides it's time to let us in on this grand scheme." 'He's learning little brother he's learning, maybe I won't have to interfere after all." 'So far so good then.' I looked down as Connie copied Anne and knelt down in front of me searching for and locating my cock which she took into her mouth as Michael Foster aped his brother and moved in behind her. She took as much of my enormous cock into her mouth as she could manage and simply grinned as she looked up and licked her lips. Then I looked across at Anne and saw how deliriously happy she was, at the moment life just didn't get any better. 'Let's hope it stays that way little brother!' ------- Chapter 14: Saturday March 5: Susan and Nathaniel's Special Day "Nathan what happened?" Anne was staring at his black eyes, at the two pieces of plaster on the bridge of his nose and at the cuts on his cheek that had been treated and bathed in an antiseptic similar to iodine. I was lying in bed watching Anne meet Bristoll at the gym. She didn't have any prior knowledge of what had happened because my brother and I had thought it best not to warn her, which of course would make any reaction all the more believable. "You remember saying what more can they do to me, remember me saying that there wasn't anything they, and especially my Uncle Trent could do? Well he didn't even know about today when he did this. No, this was just for being late home last night." I saw her expression change visibly as the shock of what he'd told her registered. This time I didn't think she was acting, this time it looked like genuine concern. 'It is little brother it is, and for the moment it's useful, the more she cares the easier it'll be for her to play a convincing part tonight. But don't worry--' he was still answering my questions before I asked them '--nothing has really changed, she'll be her old self when she's around you and father and the rest of the gang.' Before Anne could ask Bristoll a question he told her all about the one-sided fight of last night, told her about what his aunt had said and what she was planning today. "So you can see--" he finished "--that all things considered it's not that bad, I mean at least I'm out with Aunt Linda's permission." Anne grabbed his bag, threw it on the back seat and tossed him the car keys. "You can drive, that is if we're still going up the coast. I mean maybe you don't feel like doing something like that, maybe you'd prefer to just spend the day at our place?" "No way Susan, I think a long drive and a relaxing day on the beach is just what I need." He turned to her and grinned. "As long as breakfast is still available like you promised." She moved closer until she was leaning against him and resting her head on his left shoulder, then she kissed him carefully on the cheek. "Of course it is, after all I have to build up your strength don't I?" She rubbed high up on the inside of his thigh, close to and for a split second grazing against his groin. "I mean you just never know what could happen do you?" ------- Two hours later they were well on their way. It was eight-o-clock, the sun was starting to have an effect and Bristoll was still driving my father's car. Anne took his hand, turned side-on to face him a determined expression on her face. "Are you going to tell me now Nathan, I think you owe me that much, and I know my parents would like to understand a little better what it is between you and your aunt and uncle. At least why they would do this to you, she pointed to his nose, his eyes, and his cheeks. "So come on Nathan," she grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently, "how about it?" 'He's thinking for a second little brother, or at least he's making it look as though he is because there's not much doubt that he intends to tell the whole depressing, sorry tale. You see Anne's been like a breath of fresh air in his life and he's going to do everything in his power to keep her. If that means telling her most of his life story then so be it.' "Okay I will." Bristoll's eyes never left the road, despite the attention Anne was paying him his concentration was unwavering. "But you'll have to promise not to make any judgements until I finish the whole story, okay?" Anne nodded her head and settled back waiting for Bristoll to begin. I listened with some interest myself as he told her that life with his parents was similar to life with his aunt and uncle only a lot worse, with the single exception perhaps of the beatings. He told how mixing with girls was forbidden, that that was the one reason he was sent to a boys school and why he was barred from going to the yearly school dance that was their only chance to mix socially with a nearby girls school. "But why not? I mean the girls would have been well chaperoned wouldn't they? I mean what could happen at such a large organised gathering?" "Sex of course! I mean it didn't matter how slight the risk it was still a chance they weren't prepared to take. After all girls are the opposite sex and according to my parents were the main cause of the problems we're having these days. I guess my parents didn't understand the problems associated with that sort of reasoning, that such restrictions could only succeed in making any red-blooded young boy curious, and of course I was no exception." "Sure thing, but what did you do about it?" She thought for a second before she put her hand loosely on his shoulder. "You know you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to or if it gets too embarrassing." "It is and most of the time I'd be too scared to, but you're special and deserve to hear the whole story so that you can make up your own mind about me." He took her hand in his as they got closer and closer to the coast. "I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about and with parents like mine their was only one way to accomplish that." "Magazines!" It wasn't a question it was a statement of fact. "Of course! And naturally they affected me, although maybe confused is a better word. You just have to see it from my point of view, kids in the schoolyard talking about sex as though it was the most natural thing in the world, teachers saying that curiosity is perfectly normal at any age let alone in a teenage boy. Mix that up with my parent's Victorian attitude and you create one totally confused young boy. Still there was one thing I wasn't confused about back then, and that was the tingly feelings, the sensations I felt that I hadn't experienced before. I knew what to do instinctively, I guess that much hasn't changed since Adam was a boy." "Nothing wrong with that surely, I mean isn't it supposed to be a perfectly natural reaction? Unless of course they didn't understand, and they wouldn't know would they unless of course--" she turned side-on to look at him "--they found out somehow." Bristoll sat straight up, both hands on the wheel and concentrated on his driving for a while. Anne playing her role to perfection just sat there and waited for the response. She seemed to know how somebody like Susan would respond and acted accordingly patting his knee gently almost chastely, as she waited. 'He's just thinking about his response Winston, thinking about what to say because he really is at the heart of the story now. I'd tell you what he's going to say but I think it's better if you just listen.' So I did as Bristoll continued rather hesitantly. "In all my life neither of my parents had ever walked in on me while I was in the bathroom until that first time I took a magazine in there and began to... began to... well you know." "Try masturbate. Or of course there ARE the cruder terms like wanking, pulling yourself and tossing off. There's even the expression shaking hands with your best friend. They are just words Nathan, words that describe a natural act of relief. A boyfriend of mine once referred to it as a 'hand shandy'. Some people say it's having sex with Mrs. Palm and her five daughters. In sex-ed they refer to it as sex without a partner, they taught that with young people it was the more responsible less harmful thing to do. But I gather from where this conversation is heading that your parents didn't approve?" Bristoll slowed down as he reached Nepean Highway Frankston. "That's putting it mildly, I mean mum went off the planet, she was certifiable and so was dad when she told him. But he did more than scream like my mother, by the time he'd finished with me I was barely able to walk let alone sit down. I mean there's no way any son of his was going to do something that disgusting and get away with it. I mean he'd been brought up believing that REAL MEN didn't do 'that sort of thing!'. "After that they figured that the best way to keep me out of trouble and my hand off my... off my penis was to keep me busy. That's when I started to get the chores about the place, 'after' I finished my homework of course. "They began to check my bag every time I walked into the house, began to check my wardrobe and dresser, in fact anywhere in my room they thought I could hide anything. So I did what any self-respecting teenage boy with a full set of hormones and a natural curiosity about girls would do, I found a way around the problem. "One of my best subjects at school was carpentry and it didn't take much work when I was alone one Saturday afternoon to create a false bottom in my wardrobe leaving space enough for five little magazines at any one time." He smiled at the recollection. "I used to exchange them from a collection the school janitor used to keep in his basement office/storeroom. "You know--" he took her hand as they headed for the beach "--they didn't even realise anything when I began to wear my jacket so that I could hide the magazines under my shirt and secure them with the belt of my school trousers. And seeing it was a matter of course for them to take my bag while I changed out of my uniform it was a simple matter for me to hide the magazines. Taking them back of course was easy, I mean if I didn't bring anything into the house what was the point in checking my bag on the way out." Then Bristoll suddenly stopped. 'What's happening now, what's he thinking about?' 'Nothing little brother, part of him is searching for the turn off to the beach and part of him is too scared to discuss what's next up in the story. He won't tell it now because he's got too much on his mind but it'll happen Anne will make sure of that.' After he parked the car I watched as Anne put her hand on his shoulder and stopped him from leaving as she confirmed what my brother had just said. "That's not all though is it Nathan?" She took her hand off his shoulder, reached across, allowed her hand to brush against his chest and opened the door before grinning mischievously. "But you can tell me later tonight, promise?" "As long as you promise not to judge me too harshly without hearing the full story. 'Do you'?" Anne looked at him with something approaching genuine warmth as she got out of the car. "Of course," she said as she shut the door. "I think you'll find that now that I've got to know you a little better things may change a little between us. Now come on are we going swimming or not?" ------- The rest of the day was filled with harmless fun and gave me the opportunity to spend time with Connie and my father in a lazy threesome out by the pool before they had to leave to be replace by Anne's 'parents'. "Bloody strange carry on if you ask me. Are you sure you want us to behave like that tonight and tomorrow morning. Don't seem right for Anne, I mean friends and family is one thing but this bloke, surely that's... ?" "Part of the plan Morrie, I know it seems like double standards now, but it really is important that you and Julie continue to play your parts. Can you do that?" "Of course. And don't worry we won't let you down will we Jules?" I watched as she took her husband's hand and mine. "No." She winked at me then. "You know my husband comes to all these orgies and has sex with all these women, including and especially Anne and Connie, but I'm a bit of a dark horse myself you know. So when it comes to that business with breakfast in bed tomorrow morning I won't let you down, and that's a promise. Well," she shrugged her shoulders, "they should be back any minute now and I think we'd better be there to give out the good and bad news. Before we go is their any message for your father?" "No, he knows to wait for a phone call before he comes home and there really is nothing else for him to do." I watched them walk out of my bedroom and waited for my brother while I poured a drink from the bottle of whisky I felt was necessary to help me get through the night. 'I hope you don't plan to finish the bottle, I mean you might get paralytic drunk and I don't want to have to forcibly control you.' 'Trust me I'm only having enough to dull the pain!' I lay back against the headboard, closed my eyes and waited for the vision to appear. I didn't have to wait long. Bristoll parked the car and followed Anne into the house where Julie Dixon was waiting with our planned surprise. "We're going away for a week children." Her use of children was in the nicest possible way. "She turned to Anne. "I've made the arrangements at the office darling." She smiled sympathetically when Bristoll couldn't hide his disappointment. "Nathan dear, I really am sorry, but it will only be for a week. You see there's always been the possibility this could happen, but we didn't sort of mention it because — well it didn't seem likely. But it has, and as a sort of a way of making it up to both of you, Morrie and I are going out and we won't be coming home until very late, give the pair of you a chance for a romantic evening alone. You'll find a chicken casserole in the fridge and two bottles of wine in the pantry. Feel free to help yourself." "Sorry son." Morrie Dixon was standing next to his wife. "That's why we've arranged to be out tonight. Not just to give you kids a chance to be alone but because we'll have to spend most of tomorrow preparing for the week away," he punched Bristoll in a friendly almost conspiratorial fashion on his arm, "so make the most of it young fellow." Bristoll looked devastated and I watched as Anne sat down on the couch next to him and held his hand. "Don't be too upset Nathan, I'm gonna miss you too. And it is only for a week." She turned to face him, pushed him back against the couch and kissed him as she forced her breasts firmly into his chest. He was nervous, that much was clear by the way he held his hands loosely on her shoulders and upper back. Somehow Anne seemed to sense it and refuse to let him go as she pushed herself against him, held the kiss for a long time and gazed lovingly into his eyes. I wanted to race out there, pull Anne away and punch Bristoll continuously until he was unconscious. I was ropeable already and they'd hardly started. 'A fat lot of good that would do Winston, now when are you going to learn that it's all in a good cause, that it's all a necessary part of the plan.' 'You're telling me that it's necessary for me to lie here and watch the two of them fuck each other's brains out? I suppose that now you're going to tell me that without them doing this the plan won't work?' 'How right you are little brother, how right you are.' ------- It was almost eight-thirty by the time they'd finished the casserole, one of the bottles of wine and had rinsed and stacked the dishes in the dishwasher. They were settled in the lounge with the second bottle of wine, Anne was laying on the couch with her head in Bristoll's lap and they were listening to some delightful Diana Krall jazz as she placed her hand gently on his thigh and pushed herself up searching out his lips. Realising her intention he met her halfway and held her steady with an arm around her shoulder while Anne took his other hand and placed it exactly where she wanted it. On her breast! 'Oh here we go, I hope you're fucking enjoying this!' 'Come on little brother it's like I said before, really! You know it has to be this way, you know where this has to lead. As far as Bristoll's concerned he knows what she's capable of, and don't forget, he's seen her in action. More importantly keep reminding yourself that Anne's just playing a part. Pretend she's in the movies if you like but just remember one thing, this bastard might be in love with her but his emotions are playing tricks on him, tricks that we'll be able to exploit later.' I was momentarily encouraged as Bristoll moved his hand off Anne's breast but it couldn't last as she moved it right back again and held it there as he tried to remove it for a second time. "Nathan please, leave your hand where it is. Don't you realise that it excites me to have you playing with my tittie." He shook his head a little gingerly, his lack of expertise with the female sex quite apparent the way he was unnerved by her down-to-earth language and total control of the situation. "Well it does, now leave it there while I change to a position that'll be better for both of us." The command in her voice begged no argument and forced Bristoll to obey. "That's better Nathan, now it's time we got to know each other a little better, I mean how long have we been together, three weeks?" Bristoll nodded his head in the few seconds he was allowed before Anne faced him and knelt astride his lap. She placed her right hand on his groin and with the palm started gently rubbing it against his cock which began responding noticeably as it began to enjoy the attention. 'Bristoll is in unfamiliar territory now Winston, he wants to slip his right hand inside of her blouse. From there he thinks he could maybe slide his hand inside her bikini top and play with her nipple. But that's just the start, he wants to do so many things that would leave him with enough memories to hold him over six lonely days and nights. You see he's already worried about slipping up while Susan, sorry Anne, is away on her 'weeks holiday'.' I continued to watch with some degree of jealousy when Anne started undoing the button and zipper of his trousers, I could see the outline of his erection growing by the second at the mere touch of her hand on the outside of his underpants. "They won't bite if you put your hand inside Nathan," Anne said, "but if it'll help you make up your mind I'll take it off." Anne removed her hands from Bristoll's underwear long enough to sit up and pull the blouse over her head. "The catches are at the back, if you reach around behind me you'll find three of them. When you've undone them you can slip my bikini top off. Then there'll be no misunderstanding about where to put your hands." I'd watched the guys at the night club strip Anne naked and touch her intimately all over and, just like at the orgies, it hadn't really affected me. But this! 'I know what I'd like to do with MY fucking hands!' Fortunately I was in sufficient control not to yell out but I was still tempted to go out there and kill the bastard right now. 'Don't even think about Winston. I haven't come this far, haven't been lucky enough to be in this position to have it ruined with one impetuous act by an idiot like you. Now just settle back and watch otherwise I'll have to use force and you don't want that. DO YOU!' The voice had a deeper, more frightening tone than I ever remembered. I took a deep breath and watched as Bristoll removed Anne's bikini top. "Oh my, they're... This is just so much more than I..." His eyes were glued to Anne's naked breasts as he held his hands close. "God they're really beautiful Susan, really beautiful. C-can... can I t-touch them?" "Why do you think I wanted you to take my top off." Anne spread the thumb and index finger of each hand apart, held them underneath each breast and pushed them up and out. "Because I want you to touch them, because I want you to run your hands on my tits, feel you squeezing them gently. Because I want you to run your thumbs over my nipples. Do you see how erect they are?" He nodded. "Well, take one between your thumb and index finger and squeeze it gently." He did more than that, he cupped a breast in each hand and pinched both nipples between his thumb and index finger as requested. "You see," she said smiling and pushing them into his clutching hands, "when my nipples are erect like this it means I'm turned on, just like when you've got a hard-on." She patted his erection through his briefs. 'You know Fred I'd quite forgotten what it's like for somebody being with girl for the first time. He wants to kiss her breasts, wants to touch her nipples with his tongue but he hasn't really got the confidence to do that. I mean heavens above if the time isn't right now when is it? Gee you know this really is kind of fun.' 'You speak for yourself, it's not your grubby paws on Anne's tits.' I watched Anne move her hands back to his trousers and with some subtle persuasion pull them over his hips. Then I watched with some concern as she pulled his underwear down below his balls, took his rock hard penis in her hand and began to gently stroke it as she resumed kissing him. "Uhhmmm, you're so big!" She ran her tongue hungrily over both lips as she began to gently masturbate him. Did she really think he was that big. To me he seemed fairly average as far as size was concerned. And besides wasn't it true that it was quality not quantity that counted. 'Right on both counts little brother, he is average when it comes to size, or at least he is when it comes to someone with equipment like yours. And there will never be a problem about the quality of your love-making while I'm around. As for whether Anne really thinks he's big, no she doesn't, but what did you honestly expect her to say. I mean she is stroking his ego as well as his penis. 'I will tell you something though. There's a little shiver of excitement racing through his whole body while Anne touches him that's creating sensations he's never felt before. To Bristoll the electricity generated from the touch of their tongues during that last kiss was unbelievable.' 'If you don't mind I'll just take your word for it.' My frustration grew as they broke from the kiss and Bristoll moved his mouth down to her left breast and circled her nipple with his tongue before taking it between his lips and gripping it gently in his teeth. 'Huh! I'm fucking glad you think this is fun, I mean watching this cunt do this is mental cruelty of the worst kind.' 'But like I keep telling you it WILL be worth it. Look at him Fred you can almost feel the sensation building in him as Anne starts stroking his cock faster and faster. See that. You can almost tell by where he's looking what he wants to do next can't you?' I could, all too well. Bristoll's gaze was glued to Anne's thighs where her wraparound skirt had opened up. He began to stroke her right thigh high up near her bikini briefs. 'You can't hear it Fred but his heart is really racing now, I mean talk about getting all excited. He almost can't help himself, for the first time in his life a woman is giving of her whole self, of her whole sexual being. 'Watch his control gradually disappear as he continues to kiss her breast, the left one this time as she continues to stroke him gently. Look at his fingers, look at him pushing them under the elastic of her briefs. His heart's positively galloping now Winston, around a hundred and fifty beats a minute if I'm any judge, and he still hasn't hit home base! His fingers are struggling under the pressure of the elastic.' Suddenly my brother laughed. 'God he almost climaxed there and then and all he did was touch some of her pubic hair!' Anne took his left hand, put it on her breast and with a finger under his chin lifted his mouth to hers. "Kiss me Nathan. I want to feel your tongue in my mouth." He moved a hand to each breast and gently stroked each one in turn as he kissed her forcefully. Anne though pulled away, but only briefly. "Hey take it easy a kiss can be passionate without being too hard." She smiled and held her mouth near his without touching. "You hold still and let me kiss you, but first let me take this off." She pulled back a few inches, took her hand off his erection, undid the buttons on his shirt and took it off before squatting either side of him and resting her bikini-covered pussy on his cock. "Now put your arms around me," when he did she followed suit crushing her breast again his naked chest, "and hold still." She pressed her lips gently against his, slowly opened them up and pushed her tongue against his. Instinctively he parted his lips just enough to allow her tongue better access. 'Better and better Freddie, better and better! You know if this was a picture and not real life she'd probably win an academy award. She's got Bristoll understanding for the first time in his life the meaning of having a willing girl in his arms instead of through the window of a strange house late at night. She's got him understanding how much better it is not to have to tie a girl up to the four corners of a bed like he did with that sexy blonde piece. He thinks it's impossible to measure the feelings of love and pleasure from being here with Anne against the momentary satisfaction the Braithwaite girl afforded him. And best of all she's doing it all despite the way she feels about him.' My eyes opened wide again as Anne broke away and took Bristoll's penis in her right hand while she flicked a couple of buttons with her other hand, flicked her skirt off, tossed it to the floor and spread her thighs slightly. Bristoll didn't need any more encouragement than that, he moved his hand to the front of Anne's bikini briefs and began to use thumb to follow the line of her pussy lips as he created the merest indentation. 'Oh poor man you almost have to feel sorry for him don't you?' 'Who fucking says! Why, what do you mean? What's going to happen?' 'Do you see his hand about to push its way beneath the waistband of her briefs?' I reluctantly nodded my head. 'Well watch, I think some familiar sensations are about to overtake him. I think that by the time he realises what's going to happen it'll be too late.' For once I had something to smile about. His climax happened just as his fingertips began their pussy pursuit. Anne's hand was still rubbing him as his semen sprayed everywhere, on her breasts, her stomach, her bikini briefs, even as far as her neck and chin. Bristoll was red-faced as he tried to gently push her out of the way and get up. 'Can't blame him for wanting to go can you? But don't worry Anne will calm him down, she'll succeed in easing his feeling of humiliation and embarrassment.' 'What a pity!' 'Don't be like that little brother. As I was saying, all he wants is to get out, but he won't be able to push her away completely thanks to her surprising strength and the fact that he doesn't want to use any undue force on her.' Suddenly Anne was laughing. And oh how she laughed! But not at him, I suddenly realised Anne was laughing at herself. "And where do you think you're going? That's just the first, at least you'll last longer next time." I watched with Bristoll as her breasts bounced with glorious abandon, watched with delight as they moved in several directions at once as her entire body shook with laughter. And I saw how quick she was to pacify any expressions of concern she might have. "It's all right Nathan I wasn't laughing at you, heaven knows enough guys have spunked all over me. No, I was laughing at how I must look with your cum all over me." She stood up, grabbed Bristoll's hand, pulled him up and finished undressing him before taking off her briefs. Bristoll looked at Anne and then at his deflated organ hanging down as though it was embarrassed by the whole experience. He looked at her firm round breasts, the flat stomach that tapered to her pubic hair, then he turned her around so that he could admire her shapely bottom. "Keep looking at me like that and he'll pop up in no time." Anne looked at Bristoll's groin. "Did it ever occur to you that the reason I love you is because you're who you are?" She moved closer, pressed herself against him, put both hands on his bottom and pulled him to her. "Those guys I spoke about before at that party and those guys from the football team, they didn't mean anything, I mean hell there was so many of them how could they. Look I'm not trying to tell you I didn't enjoy all those gangbangs, didn't enjoy having all those cocks fucking me, that would be as bad as you telling me you're not a virgin, or that you're experienced with girls, but that's why we're so well matched don't you see?" She held him and looked up into his eyes. "You feel it don't you Nathan? Something about us that just seems so perfect." "I just don't know what I'm going to do for a week while you're gone," answered Bristoll. I watched him put his hands on her bottom, watched them stay in each other's arms just holding each other for five long, agonising, frustrating minutes. 'Be strong little brother, be strong because your worse fears are about to come true.' Resigned to what was going to happen I watched Anne look up at him then. "You know now that I want you to fuck me don't you?" she said. She knelt down, took him in her hand and pulled his foreskin back. I winced visibly as she kissed the head of his penis before taking the pre-cum onto her tongue and the purple knob into her mouth. Bristoll nodded in answer to Anne's question as he stared at her kneeling in front of him. He was gazing longingly at her splendid breasts, at her hands as they stroked his penis for a second time and at her thighs as they spread to allow him a view of her vagina. After just looking longingly at her for several seconds Bristoll picked her up in his arms and headed out of the lounge room. "Oh Susan," he said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts into his chest, "you've no idea how much I want to, how much it means to me after the way my..." He stopped. 'Isn't she good pretending to be puzzled by his continued reference to his parents.' "Hang on a minute Nathan." Anne pointed towards the coffee table. "If we're going to spend some time in my room it might be a good idea to take the wine with us." Bristoll took a couple of steps to his left and allowed her to pick up the wine and the two glasses. "My rooms directly across the hallway." She pointed to the door that exited the lounge. As Bristoll left the lounge with my Anne in his arms he leant down and kissed her breasts. "You're a dream come true Susan." He walked into her room and managed to stroke her bottom playfully with the fingers of his right hand. "If somebody had told me a month ago that a girl like you would be in the arms of someone like me, I would have said they were out of their mind." "Me too," responded Anne. 'Good, good! This is getting better and better little brother. Looks like there's a real chance you'll have my company long after this job has finished.' Bristoll carried her to the bedside table and allowed her to put down the bottle and two glasses before he took a good look around the room. "OH WOW!" Two words was all he could manage. 'I think he's just a little impressed Fred. The dresser with all the perfume and stuff, the cabinet opposite the bed with the wide screen TV, stereo, video and DVD player and the multitude of DVDs and CDs, not to mention the walk-in-robes and the ensuite.' "My God, I've never seen a room like this." Anne pressed her breasts gently into his chest, kissed him firmly on the mouth and stroked his hair gently as he carried her into the ensuite. "Well there's nothing to stop you from spending as much time as you'd like here." It took a few seconds for what Anne said to hit home, but when it did Bristoll could hardly contain himself. "You mean that your parents would allow, that they would let... ?" "Now why do you think they went out tonight--" she reached down and playfully slapped his penis "--and plan to be late home? Now come on are we going to have this shower or not?" The shower and subsequent drying took a leisurely hour for them and two whiskies for me as they explored each other's bodies and did everything but have sex. Bristoll then carried Anne back into her room before depositing her very gently in the centre of the bed. She slipped under the silk sheets and held up her hand indicating for him to stay on top of the bed. "Not until you've finished your story, you remember you said you'd tell me tonight?" "The more I think about what I've got to tell you the harder it is. I mean you might not want me to stay after you've heard what I've got to say." Anne turned on her side, faced him and ran her fingers through the sparse growth of hair on his chest. "Didn't I tell you that I was more liberal than you might give me credit for. Now suppose you let me be the judge of my own feelings." "I... er... I don't know if..." He hesitated it as Anne's hand shifted down to the curls of his pubic hair. "Oh what the hell, I've held it inside long enough and I've got to tell someone," he looked at Anne and tried to smile, "and who better than you." He settle back and allowed Anne to do whatever. "You remember me telling you about those magazines I used to read, well at least look at?" "Of course I do, and I'm worldly enough to know that with parents like yours it couldn't stop there, now suppose you tell me how you satisfied your needs when magazines weren't enough and your parents still wouldn't allow you to mix with girls." "Do you know what it's like when you walk past a bedroom window with the curtains open, do you know what it's like when you've been brought up like I have?" Anne went to speak but Bristoll held up his hand to stop her, and to her credit she never moved her other hand away. "No you can't, how could you. I mean I'm not proud of myself but it's something since those days with my parents that I haven't been able to help. It even caused the death of my parents!" Anne's reaction was one of immediate and wide-eyed shock. 'That was so convincing Winston. Are you sure you told her the whole story concerning this prick?' 'Of course I did.' "What do you mean caused the death of your parents? How could your being a peeping-tom do that?" asked Anne as she began to idly toy with Bristoll's testicles. He told her the whole sorry story exactly as I had already told it to Anne and he didn't leave out a single detail, something I had to reluctantly give him credit for. To her own credit Anne acted as though she was totally devastated by the whole thing. "Oh that's terrible, I mean I know you didn't get on with your parents but you must have been devastated." She looked sad and her head dropped in pretend shock. "No way, I don't see why I should've been upset. I mean they'd made my life miserable, and as appalling as it sounds I didn't then and still don't miss them, why should I. After all I used to get punished even more by them than I do now with Uncle Trent and, I guess, to a lesser extent Aunt Linda. Oh don't get me wrong I was upset at the time and I cried at their funeral, but by the time the trial came around I was more concerned with what was going to happen to me to even care about my parents. Then, when I was released in the care of my aunt and uncle and still showed no concern and when they both found out that I was to be the main beneficiary of a trust fund, they started to treat me badly, treat me like the slave I am now." 'Oh now I begin to see what this is all about. Trust fund huh, I suppose the idea is for us to somehow get a hold of the money?' 'Oh Freddie really, you do have a poor opinion of me if you think my ultimate purpose is to relieve him of that money. No certainly not. Oh I don't deny that it'll have its uses, but more as bait than for any other reason. After all I did prove during our trips to the races and the casino that money won't be a problem.' When my brother had finished I realised that Bristoll was continuing. "I suppose the best part about it is that I come into the money in just over a month, and by that time I'll be released from my obligation of staying at my aunt and uncles place. I tell you what though--" he placed his hand on top of Anne's which by now was unhurriedly stroking his penis "--things have changed since I met you, changed for the better." "In what way?" Anne appeared to be genuinely curious now. "Can't you guess?" Bristoll pushed her hand against his penis and watched when, after he took his hand away, she began to rub it with a gentle up and down movement. "Since I've known you I haven't felt the need for any of that extra-curricular activity." "You mean that..." "You're the best thing to happen to me in my life period and I know that I'll never be the same again as long as you're with me." "Then what are we waiting for?" Anne threw the bed clothes back, took Bristoll's hand and placed it between her legs. "Right here is a good place to start, my pussy. Or you can call it my twat, or my cunt, or even my slit but don't you ever call it my vagina, I haven't had a vagina for a long, long time." She sighed with pleasure as Bristoll started stroking her stomach with his other hand, started making little circles with his fingers while he headed in an upward direction towards her breasts and while he began to stroke her pussy with his finger. "Hey!" she added as a mischievous smile played games with her mouth and as she luxuriated in the attention she was receiving from Bristoll's roving hand and finger. "I don't suppose you have any protection with you do you?" Her question was devastating and a frown creased Nathaniel Bristoll's brow as a last minute obstacle seemed to enter his path. "Oh shit no! I guess I never thought that I was going to be... er... that is I didn't think I'd need... that is I guess I never expected... Oh fuck!" Anne laughed good-naturedly at Bristoll's discomfort and pointed to his cock which was back at full attention. "Yeah I guess that's about the size of it!" Then she pointed to the dresser next to the doorway. "I guess I should have let you into my plans, but ever since I saw you I just had the sort of feeling that girls get and I bought some just in case. In the top drawer you'll find a packet of condoms tucked inside. In the drawer below you'll find a bath towel, I think we may need that to stop the bed clothes from getting messed up." The relieved smile split his mouth in half. "Oh wow you think of everything Susan. I just... just don't know what to say." "Don't say anything." Anne pushed him off the bed, noting I suspected that his cock had lost some of its hardness. "Just go get 'em." Bristoll found the rubbers, got the towel and sat on the bed next to Anne who was now sitting up. He went to open up the packet, but she took it off him and pushed him down on the bed. "Lay down Nathan, if I'm gonna fit this on your cock it'll need to be just a little harder than this." Her thumb and index finger encircled him and she began to move her right hand up and down with smooth rhythmic strokes as she coaxed him to a full erection. As she gently stroked him Anne manoeuvred herself around, spread her legs and thrust her pubic mound in his direction. "Don't forget me Nathan," she turned her head and grinned, "I think you'll find things will be a lot easier for you and better for both of us if you pay me some attention too." She reached for his hands and placed them exactly where she wanted them, on her pussy. "Best you start by separating the outer lips slightly and gently teasing that little button like thing just inside, it's called a clitoris, if you tease it out of it's hood and slip a finger inside my pussy you'll go a fair way to making me happy." Bristoll did precisely as he was told. "Does that feel nice?" he asked as he teased her clitoris out of its little hiding place and slid a finger just inside her pussy opening. "Oh yes!" She pushed herself against him. "And that?" He pushed a second finger in alongside the first and gently masturbated her as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. "Only one thing could feel better," answered Anne in breathless fashion as she placed the rubber over the head of his penis and rolled it up the length of his shaft, "and the sooner I get this on properly the sooner we'll be ready to go." In no time at all she had it stretched over his entire length and was lying back on the towel pulling him on top of her. Then Bristoll was momentarily stunned as Anne stopped and pushed him onto his back. He wasn't stunned for long though, she began giggling happily as she positioned herself astride him, took hold of his hard-on and gently lowered herself onto it. She took him into her slowly, as if she was savouring every second of contact between them. Then suddenly she wasn't giggling, it was replaced by a look of affection, maybe even love. 'Are you sure she's acting?' 'Trust me little brother, even while they're having sex she's thinking of you, imagining it's you she's making love to. I know whatever I say you'll still have your doubts and that's understandable when you see her like this. But believe me when I tell you that I have no reason to lie to you because you know very well I'll do what I want anyway. No I said Anne was for you and I meant it, so just sit back and let things be.' ------- Later that night Bristoll, dressed again in his trousers and shirt, was sitting on the couch with Anne lying down, her head in his lap. She had gone to sleep while they were listening to the stereo. In fact she had fallen asleep halfway through the aptly titled 'The Dead Are Dancing' off the Toni Childs album 'House of Hope'. 'What's he thinking about now?' 'The events of the night. The unfortunate start and how he'd nearly walked out, what would he have done if she'd let him go? The shower they had together followed by the act itself, and they still 'loved' each other afterwards, that was important to him. And then of course there was that bath and the intimate moment when Anne asked him to rub cream into her vagina. Now of course he's thrilled that she could just drift off to sleep while they're together on the couch. To him only trust could allow a girl dressed in just a shortie silk dressing gown to sleep in his arms.' "Well isn't that a pretty picture." It was ten minutes later and Anne's 'parents' were standing in the doorway. Morrie had his hands on his hips and was grinning from ear to ear. He looked at Anne who was just beginning to open her eyes. "Don't look to me like you have any energy left to drive the young man home." After she'd smiled and shook her head he turned his attention to Bristoll. "What about you son, if your uncle gives you a beating like he gave you last night for just being late home what's he going to do when you've been out all day and night?" Bristoll shrugged his shoulders. "Well I guess there's only one way to..." "Don't give it another thought Nathan the decision was made when we knew the two of you were going to spend the whole day together. You're staying the night and I'm going with you when Susan takes you home tomorrow. If that uncle of yours wants to beat you up he'll have to go through me, and I've been dealing with the likes of him all my life." "Of course that just leaves one question," said Julie Dixon to Anne as she pulled her off the couch and put an arm around her shoulders. "Sleeping arrangements?" She took one look at Bristoll whose jaw had dropped and one look at Anne who was smiling with the captivating appeal that told her the decision had already been made. To Morrie she said, "Well at least we'll only have to deliver breakfast to one room." ------- Chapter 15: Sunday March 6: Payback 'HEY LITTLE BROTHER! Morrie and Julie are about to wake up the two lovebirds.' The vision appeared just in time for me to see 'the parents' standing on either side of the bed with a tray of food each. "My but I think we've come at just the right time Morrie, the pair of them look as though they're in great need of this," said Julie as they each made a little space at the side of the bed to put their tray down before Morrie shook Anne gently by the shoulder. "Wakey-wakey sleepyhead," said her 'father', "it's time for breakfast." 'You know what Winston, Bristoll thinks that because both he and Anne are naked under the covers she'll sit up circumspectly. I guess he's got quite a surprise coming.' 'I guess so.' I watched Anne get straight out of bed revealing her nudity to all as she headed towards the ensuite. I watched with Bristoll as she walked in and watched again as she came back out. What happened next didn't surprise me but it shocked the life out of Bristoll. Anne walked up to her 'father', put her arms around his neck, stretched herself full length body-to-body and kissed him good morning. 'He's thinking that it's not such an innocent kiss, especially between a father and his daughter, but just you watch this little brother.' I did and saw her do the same thing to her mother. 'There, isn't she just sensational, now there's nothing Bristoll can do except shrug it off as the enlightened attitudes of a remarkable family.' Morrie Dixon pointed to the space next to Bristoll. "Now what about getting back into bed young lady and eating your breakfast. The quicker you do that then shower and dress, the quicker we'll be able to take this young man home and start the arrangements for our little holiday." Bristoll watched her as she grabbed hold of the covers on her side. I saw the impish smile and guessed immediately what she was planning to do, unfortunately he saw it too late as she pulled the covers all the way back revealing that he was just as naked as Anne. "There what do you think of that mum, you said you always admired a man with a good physique and they don't come much better than this do they." "I think he has an admirable figure, one that he should be justifiably proud of, I can also see why you were so tired last night and in such dire need of a good breakfast this morning. So just make sure you eat this it'll help build up your strength." Julie Dixon watched Anne get back into bed and then she turned to Bristoll. "Same applies to you young man, you can't keep our daughter happy if you don't keep your," she grinned as she looked in the direction of his hardening penis, "your... er... strength up! Now sit up and take this tray." I couldn't help but laugh at the speed with which Bristoll took the tray. It seemed he was more than happy to put it on his lap and cover his growing embarrassment. He watched Anne do the same as she turned to her 'father' who was leaning against the door frame with a huge grin on his face. To his wife Julie, Morrie said, "come let's leave the kids to their breakfast." To Bristoll and Anne he said, "Remember we're running to a fairly strict timetable today, so after you've finished your breakfast there'll be enough time for you to shower and dress but no time for anything else okay?" When they were gone Bristoll took one look at Anne and shrugged his shoulders in an incredulous manner. "Was that for real? I mean are your parents always so laid back about this sort of thing? I mean are they... ?" "They're very down-to-earth about things Nathan. They enjoy having sex and aren't the least embarrassed about it. You know I walked in on them one day while they were fucking in the lounge room, I wasn't supposed to be home but the office had closed early for the day. Now they didn't panic, they simply asked if I'd make them a cuppa while they finished off. Ten minutes later they were seated in the kitchen with me, still naked and drinking coffee. If that and this morning suggests that they aren't embarrassed about the human body either, you're right. Of course with parents setting such an example it's hardly surprising that I think there's nothing wrong with it or sex either, all I do is behave with a little common sense. So instead of stopping me doing it they simply put me on the pill and told me that if I was going to continue to fuck my brains out that I should take precautions, hence the reason for the packet of condoms. You don't think they went out not knowing we were going to fuck do you?" I could see Bristoll was speechless but I needed my brother to tell me what else he was feeling. 'He still has difficulty putting his thoughts into words little brother. You see his relationship with Anne has gone far beyond anything he could possibly have imagined. He thought he'd merely been in love with her fabulous figure and excited by the thought of sex with her, but it's more than that, he realises now that he really is in love with her. So instead of saying anything he'll simply tuck into his breakfast as a way of avoiding having to say anything.' "And this is just the beginning Nathan," said Anne as she leant across and pecked him on the cheek. "I think before the next few weeks are over I might just have a few more surprises in store for you!" ------- Around an hour and a half later I was still lying on my bed watching a vision Colin was supplying for me. Morrie Dixon and Anne had just driven up to the Bristoll residence with Nathaniel who had taken the opportunity to tell the same story, though slightly abbreviated, to Morrie that he had previously related to Anne about his upbringing and the problems it had created. I watched Morrie and Susan follow Nathaniel to the front door and then inside. 'This should be fun Fred, I like a good fight. Except that this one will be a little more one-sided than I'd usually like. Though I really don't mind this time, I mean much as I don't really like the idea because he's a Bristoll, he is a miserable fat prick and we really don't want anything to happen to Morrie do we?' 'No we don't. And it won't, will it?' 'Oh come on you've seen him in action, what do you think little brother?' 'I think I'd like to see Morrie in action then.' 'Then lie back and enjoy. It'll be pretty short, but it should be sweet.' I lay back, watched and then listened as Morrie whispered to Bristoll. "Announce your home Nathan, and I'll hang back I'm kind of interested in this bastards reaction." "Uncle Trent, Aunt Linda I'm home." Bristoll didn't even have to act to be scared stiff. He was clearly frightened to death of his uncle's reaction even with Morrie there in support. "Get the fuck in hear boy." The voice came from the direction of what I knew was the lounge from the vision of Friday night's beating. "You can maybe explain why you've been out all day and all night and then tell me why I shouldn't beat the crap out of you." I watched Bristoll enter the lounge and stand just inside the doorway, watched Anne as she moved to stand alongside while her 'father' Morrie hung back just out of sight. Anne it was who spoke first. Without flinching or even blinking she looked Trent Bristoll in the eye. "He was with me Mr. Bristoll. All day, and then he was too tired..." "Yes I'll bet he was... er... Susan is it? Well I'll tell you what little girl your opinion doesn't count for a whole hell of a lot in this house. And I just reckon it might change just a little when you find out exactly what sort of a pervert you're going out with. Now if you'll just piss off, Nathaniel has got a lesson coming, and this time..." "Oh there's a lesson coming all right! But Nathan isn't going to be on the receiving end... er... Trent is?" Asked Morrie mimicking his first words to Susan. Bristoll's uncle looked up, hate lines creasing his face. "Who are you and who the hell invited... ?" "I'm Susan's father, and Nathan did. He was a little scared to walk in here by himself and I can see why. You see my daughter was a mite upset at Nathan's appearance yesterday after you'd finished beating him up and I don't like seeing her that upset so I'm here to make sure he doesn't get another beating like that." "Oh you scare me, Susan's father, you really scare me." "I should Bristoll, I should. And by the way you can call me Mr. Dixon. Should you be able to get through me to Nathan then I might let you call me Morrie." 'Bristoll wants to tell Morrie and... er... Anne all about Nathaniel, But he's not going to get very far little brother.' 'Of course not, I mean Morrie and Anne already know don't they?' 'Yes. Now watch, the fight, though you'll hardly be able to call it one Fred, isn't far off.' I watched Trent Bristoll take a step forward before he replied. "Well Mr. Dixon, maybe you should know a little more about this little pervert before you decide he's worth defending." "Susan knows all about Nathan," said Morrie taking a step forward of his own, "and so do my wife and I, he told us everything. AND he told us what you did to him on Friday night." I then watched Trent Bristoll throw a right hand. It wasn't exactly telegraphed, but it wasn't very well disguised either and Morrie was able to sidestep it comfortably and throw his own heavy right hand which landed right on the bridge of Trent Bristoll's nose. No sooner did the hands go up to the nose than Morrie landed a one-two to the uncles stomach which doubled him over and allowed Morrie to bring a knee to Bristoll's face and send him crashing to the ground and onto his back. 'Wow I've never really seen Morrie in action before Colin. Fuck, I am impressed.' 'As you should be Winston. After all he was a boxer and a wrestler in his early years.' Before Trent Bristoll could move Morrie placed the sole of his foot onto his nose which looked very broken to me. 'It is little brother, it is.' Morrie then called Nathaniel and Anne alongside him before he spoke to the uncle. "If you lay another hand on Nathan you fat cunt, if you and your wife don't do your share of the chores, and if Nathan isn't allowed out to see Susan whenever he wants to then I promise you that today will seem like a Sunday school picnic in comparison to what I'll do to you next time. Have I made myself clear?" Morrie ground his foot into Bristoll's face before he lifted it off and stepped back. I watched as, clearly cowed and beaten and unable to talk, Trent Bristoll merely nodded his head as Morrie stepped out into the hallway with Anne and Nathaniel. Then the vision disappeared. 'Yes Winston, in answer to your unasked question, that was for mine and Anne's benefit not Bristoll's. It simply makes my plans a lot easier to manage.' 'Thanks for saving me the trouble of asking it Colin.' 'You're welcome.' ------- Chapter 16: Monday March 7: While The Cats Away... ! It was after bowling and I was lying on my bed awake with my eyes closed waiting for the next vision to start. They were so regular now they were becoming a constant part of my life. Beside me Anne was asleep, a state of affairs that was definitely unusual considering how randy she was feeling earlier in the evening. It seemed to me that only one person could be responsible for that state of affairs. 'Naturally! And don't worry she won't wake up until we're finished. Better for both of us really, then she'll be wide-awake later on and ready for a long night.' 'Are you sure things will go okay? I mean I know the kids are getting paid but I don't know that they'll think it worth a night in the cells and the accompanying fine." 'When are you going to learn to trust me, on a warm night like tonight the last thing the police are going to worry about is three kids playing around in the fountain. I mean you DO remember Madisons don't you?' 'How could I forget.' 'Well Anne and any of those guys could have had sex right there on the dance floor and the police wouldn't have bothered. And anyway that's why you're in contact by mobile phone isn't it?' Monday night appeared to be something of a problem for Nathaniel Bristoll. Clearly he was bored at the gym, obviously because Anne/Susan was 'away on holiday'. Walking home he began the long walk down High Street. 'He's fully intending to go home Winston, of course he won't make it. Even though he doesn't know it yet he's going to change his mind. To Bristoll of course it'll be entirely on the spur of the moment, which of course it is. It's just that I happen to know what he's going to do before he does it. So if somebody were to ask him where he was going he could truthfully answer that he doesn't know.' 'So you know where he's heading for?' 'Nancy Donovan's house. She the mother of that girl he spoke to on the phone about that fictitious video library, Barbara or Babs. She lives on the new estate that backs onto the woods on the corner of Calderwood Road. He'll take the pathway separating the woods from the estate, find her house and wait in hope.' I watched him continue down to the pathway, but he didn't turn instead he kept on running to Calderwood where he made a right turn and kept going. 'I thought you said he was... ?' 'The thought of Anne and the vivid memory of Saturday night was just a little too much for him and he's changed his mind. But don't worry, he's not going home.' He was jogging as he crossed over Faversham Road. By the time he turned into Chestnut Avenue he was running full out. In the warm night air he was really working up a sweat and by the time Bristoll turned into Hallmark Street the perspiration was pouring off him. 'His only intention for the sudden exercise is to keep his mind occupied. Trouble is he doesn't know he's heading in the direction of the fountain, neither does he know the temptation that'll be waiting for him there. But we know don't we? Now phone up this friend Mickey. Now that we know he's definitely headed for the fountain I think it's time they did their stuff.' I pulled the mobile phone out of my pocket and dialled the number. Mickey answered on the first ring. I just needed two words. "It's time!" The vision followed Bristoll as he ran back into town. When he reached the square he nearly turned around and ran back. In the fountain in the centre of the square doing exactly what they were being paid for were Mickey and his two female acquaintances. 'He's thinking that it's the night for it. Look at him staring down at his own drenched slacks and sports shirt thinking that if he wasn't so self-conscious, well who knows. Anyway it's about time your friends did their stuff, and they'd better do it right otherwise you'll be paying them a visit.' I watched as Bristoll ran through the square slowly, clearly he was scared to get too close to the fountain. Even so he couldn't take his eyes off the kids. The girls were dressed in their bra and panties while Mickey was even less inhibited, he was naked as he sat in the fountain revelling in the attention of the two girls. Bristoll kept moving, jogging as slowly as he dared while trying not to make it too obvious that he was looking. He failed miserably. Mickey looked up and grinned. "Helluva way to cool down eh?" He pointed at the two girls. "Fucking awesome aren't they." He indicated Bristoll's clothes. "You look as though you could use some cooling down." One of the girls, she was a skinny redhead, came close to the edge of the fountain near where Bristoll was standing. "Hey you're not bad looking. Come on sweetie," she said in a sweet whimpering voice as she turned to the other girl and promptly fell on her backside. Nathan looked around, he was evidently feeling quite conspicuous but he needn't have worried, the one or two people who were around were careful to stay away from the fountain. "Come on cutie," she insisted as she held her arms out not seeming to be phased in the least, "my sister's got Mickey--" she rubbed a hand against her pussy "--and I need someone for little old me." "Unless he just likes looking." The other girl was having her say. "Maybe he just likes to perve, what do you think Mickey? Could be he just likes looking?" She was taunting him standing there hands on hips leaning slightly forward and staring at him as she continued to talk to Mickey. "Hey maybe he's a fucking fag, didya think that maybe it's you, your big cock and that cute butt of yours that turns him on?" 'What does he do now Fred? If Anne was here he'd know that her company would lead to them making love, but she isn't, she's away and he needs something. If it wasn't for the opportunity that might develop here then who knows what he might do. You see how handy it is to be able to read people's minds? If he didn't go peeping tonight he'd need an outlet and these kids are going to supply it.' "What's the matter?" Mickey had now moved to the side of the fountain. "You a bit of a bum boy? Were you the sort of guy who dropped the soap in the showers at school?" He appeared to think for a while as he stared at Bristoll. "Hey maybe you bat for both sides, is that it? Maybe you like looking at tits as well, do you?" The second girl, the one with Mickey took off her bra and flashed her smallish pear-shaped tits as the three of them moved closer to Bristoll. "You know I think you're gonna have to prove that you're not a poof," continued Mickey, "and I think you're going to have to do it now so why don't you undress and jump in. Come on boy what have you got to lose? Why don't you strip off and show us what you're made of." 'It's working little brother, shy he might very well be but he realises that this is a chance to release his frustrations while 'Susan' is away. You see although he knows they're on a combination of drink and drugs he's thinking what real harm would it do. So with the temptation of the cool water and the hot girls he really does think it's okay to forget about Anne, you see he can justify it by saying to himself that by doing so he's avoiding the prospect of attacking another poor innocent girl. And besides he's got a towel in his bag to dry himself off with afterwards so he can avoid the only thing that's really bothering him, trouble at home.' I watched Bristoll strip to his underpants and jump in. Once in the fountain he was immediately besieged by the redheaded girl who pulled his briefs down before he could blink. Then when both girls stripped naked and the three of them began to involve him in all sorts of sexual games I knew he was lost. The redhead sat Bristoll down on the side of the fountain and sat astride and facing him as she slid his already hard cock deep into her pussy. "Oh yes! she screamed as she began to bounce on and off Bristoll's erection. She turned to Mickey who had the other girl bent over and was fucking her from behind. "I'll tell you something Mickey, he definitely ain't a poof." She turned back to Bristoll and cried, "OH GOD FUCK ME, FUUCCCKKKK MEE!!!" Suddenly the vision disappeared. 'No need to see any more, you should know what happens next. Anyway so far so good, I reckon they'll earn their money don't you? Now you have to tell Anne what happened, it'll give her something to use against him when the time comes.' 'Use against him?' 'Oh yes, everything that happens while 'Susan' is away is important now. Understand that Anne's as much a major player in this game as you are. And such a good player too. Now I think it's time to wake her up, don't you?' I took one look at the sleeping girl next to me and had to agree, since my brother had told me what this was all about and where it was leading to, Anne — or Susan Dixon as she was known to that perverted idiot Nathaniel Bristoll — had done everything asked of her without once offering more than a gentle query. I pulled the covers back and gently began to undo the buttons on her nightie. "Uuhhmm." Her arms reached out and pulled me on top of her. "Oh Winston you've got to know how good it feels to be in your arms again, you're not jealous are you?" She kissed me, opening her mouth as she began searching hungrily for my tongue with hers. "I mean it was your idea wasn't it?" "Well... er... yes of course it was." I felt her hand slip between us and push her nightie up, "and one day you're going to understand why." "Anything happen while I was asleep?" She took me in hand and waited patiently. 'Well come on Freddy my boy! All you have to do is tell her what happened tonight, then we can get our end in an all get some sleep.' I pushed myself up until a single part of me was pressing against her pubic mound. "Anne, you wouldn't believe me if I told you what happened tonight." She smiled back as she tried to manoeuvre herself into position. "Try me." 'Good idea little brother.' I told her about how Bristoll had intended to try peeping into Nancy Donovan''s house on the off chance she would be there, and about how he suddenly changed his mind and ran into the square where he allowed himself to be tempted by Mickey and those two girls. I told her how he fucked one of the girls there and then and then went off with them and that even as I was speaking they were probably having sex somewhere. "You mean I have, that is Susan Dixon has, hardly been out of his sight for thirty-six hours and he's already in the arms of another girl?" I nodded. "Sounds to me like he's really missing his girlfriend." Anne's hand disappeared under the covers and after one more docking manoeuvre I was well and truly on the launch pad. Tell me Winston," she began to exercise her hips in a slow up and down motion making sure that her clit was in constant contact with the hard shaft of my cock, "I know I keep asking this question but how do you know?" 'Tell her Bristoll plans to do more than just look into Barbara Donovan's bedroom later this week.' 'You mean he's going to... ?' 'That's right, he's going to do an Alison Braithwaite on her. Oh he doesn't know it yet because it's deep in his subconscious. Neither do Barbara or her mother know that they are going to supply him with an opportunity thanks to a visit to his uncles garage. I haven't quite figured out how it's going to happen yet, all I know is that the car is being serviced and that both mother and daughter are going to be there discussing some kind of celebration the parents will be going to.' I told Anne exactly what my brother told me. She put her arms down by her side and just lay there motionless her whole body numb with the shock of what I had just said. "You're serious aren't you?" She sounded quite incredulous. "You really do know what's going to happen don't you?" I lifted my weight off her with my brother's help. "Yes. The question is can you keep up the act now you know that deep down nothing's changed despite 'Susan Dixon's' best efforts, despite the fact he loves you?" I began again with a gentle rhythm. "You see he can't help himself no matter how hard he tries, but he needs to feel your support, needs to feel that you'll always be there for him. Of course you won't mention anything about the episode with Mickey and the two girls or the ones involving Barbara Donovan and Alison Braithwaite. And when you do you'll appear to have forgiven him until the last possible moment, can you do that?" She kissed me, wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me as tightly with her arms as she did my cock with her vaginal muscles. Then she matched my rhythm with exciting, vivacious movements of her own and laughed. "As long as I've got you to come home to what more can I say?" 'She really is one-in-a-million Winston and she's quite right. What more is there to say?' ------- Chapter 17: Tuesday March 8: Playing The Good Samaritan - Again "What now?" I listened to Anne as I turned into the main street of a nearby shopping centre, watched her eyes as they followed the rhythmic side to side movement of the windshield wipers brushing the heavy rain away. I hated the rain at any time, but more so on a hot autumn night when things got so steamy. We were out partly because bowling had become tedious and I needed some action to liven up what had been a thoroughly dull and boring evening and partly because there was some 'family' business that had needed my special brand of expertise. "You must be hungry." I pulled up at a late-night take-away joint. "Fancy a burger?" Anne hadn't even realised I'd stopped until I spoke. "Yeah why not, and a diet Coke as well while you're at it." She smiled and turned to me just before we got out of the van. "I didn't realise how much of an appetite collecting money gives you, but not only for food." As horny as ever she went for the front of my jeans. I slapped her hand away. "I know all about that and you'll get all the fucking you can handle at home. Right now though--" I opened the door "--it's first things first." We placed our orders, pulled a couple of diet Cokes from the fridge and watched a late night news bulletin before sitting down on the bench where a late Tuesday edition of the Sun was laying. I flicked through the paper as I watched the middle-aged woman slap the round balls of mince onto the grill and flatten them out. Both the bulletin and the editorials were concentrating on a sudden increase in violence, and both were putting it down to the gang violence that had been so rampant over the last few years. Indeed so one-track were the minds of the police that they thought it totally unnecessary to pursue any other line of investigation. Naturally enough that suited me just fine. "You guys are out late for a mid-week night, you been to a party or something?" We both looked up, me from reading the paper and Anne from twiddling her thumbs. I spoke for both of us. "Yeah you could say that, although it was more like a get-together between old friends. Why?" The woman came out from behind the counter armed with a box of soft drinks to put in the fridge. She was short with curly hair that was going grey at the sides and had a figure that was on the generous side. "No particular reason, except that nice people like yourselves never drop into a place like this at such a late hour." She turned to face us as she was halfway through stacking the drinks. "Usually we get the bad types in here, you know, the sort of teenagers who are so drunk and strung up on drugs that you just don't know what they are going to do next, and with all this killing that's going on you can't be too careful." She finished stacking the fridge and went back behind the counter to flip the burgers. "It's strange now you come to think of it because you can almost set your clock by them even on a week night, it must be my lucky night huh." After smiling she turned her back on us and added the finishing touches — lettuce, cheese and tomato — to our burgers. As we opened the door to leave the shop the lady called out. "You take it easy, be careful driving home." She then grinned at us as we turned for one final look. "Oh and one last thing, don't do anything I wouldn't do." I grinned back. "Bit late for that, I think we my have already done it!" We couldn't help but laugh as we got back into the van. I put my burger down, placed the Coke between my legs and drove closer to the town centre in the hope of some action. I drove slowly checking each side street, each laneway, every old building that looked as though it would offer a possibility. Surely, given that violent behaviour, muggings, bashings aggravated rape and murder had become a daily occurrence almost everywhere, something would be happening even on a night as dirty and dismal as this one. At least that's what I thought, but so far there was no sign of the sort of action we were looking for. The local hotel was still open though it was relatively deserted except for some late night poker machine players. I parked out front of it while we finished our hamburgers and Cokes. "I'll give it ten minutes, if nothing has happened by then we're going home," I said between bites of my burger and sips of my Coke. We both sat there in silence for most of the ten minutes until Anne jabbed me in the ribs and pointed up the hill opposite the hotel. "Looks like another Karen Marshall type situation to me though I reckon this might just be a little tougher." She turned to me looking slightly puzzled. "Tell me something Winston, why, when there are all sorts of warnings in the paper and on television and radio about girls going out alone, do they still do it?" I took Anne's hand. "For the same reason girls still hitchhike, for the same reason people still drink and drive. Because it never happens to them and by the time they realise that it is happening, it's usually too late." I looked up the street and saw the pretty girl Anne had been referring to being harassed by a group of three youths who were attempting to get her into a Tarago van that was obviously stolen. "And as for being too tough, nothing is 'too' tough! Especially when it involves punks like those." The girl was dressed in a dark skirt, boob tube and sports shoes. Her hair was long, thick and red, and her figure was stacked to perfection and was the obvious reason she had become a target of the teenage hoodlums. "No!" I said finally. "I reckon this is just the sort of excitement we're looking for." I was about to get out of the car, but it was too late, by the time I had the door open the girl had been forced inside and the Toyota was of with a screech of tyres. Instead I started the motor and turned to Anne as I pointed in the direction the Tarago had taken as it made its right turn into the main Street. "Well you wanted some action you've got it, that is if you're prepared to take them on?" She pointed a finger in the same direction as me. "Are you kidding? Let's get 'em!" 'Absolutely little brother, nothing like a bit of the old G.B.H (grievous bodily harm) to stir the blood. Not to mention what might be on the menu for supper afterwards.' 'Good to know that you're around, I have a feeling I might need you before tonight's out.' I was about to pull away from the kerb when their was a crash of a body against my door. Three boys had crossed the road on roller blades and one of them by losing his balance had crashed into the van. I threw the door open, lifted the boy to his feet with one hand and pretended to be angry. Raising my voice I said, "You could get hurt doing silly things like that son. Besides which you should be at home safely tucked up in your nice warm bed." I smiled and ruffled his hair. These aren't the times for young boys to be out alone, now off you go." As soon as the boys were safely out of the way of the van I took off in the general direction of the van. "I saw its taillights turn left at the second set of lights just near the far end of town," Anne offered as she snuggled up a little closer. 'She's absolutely right Winston, that was the car. And you don't have to worry if either of you lose it, I won't.' For my part I concentrated on my driving as I accelerated through the first set of lights which were green before skidding into the left hand turn at the next which were amber when I arrived. "That's the bastards up ahead." I pointed to a set of four taillights in the distance that could only belong to the Tarago and, retaining my speed until I had caught them, overtook them at the first opportunity. "I don't understand Winston, how come you overtook them? Surely you can't... ?" I put a finger to her lips. "Surely you've gotten used to me by now. You'll just have to trust that I know what I'm doing." I looked into the rear-vision mirror and saw the car fade into the distance behind us. 'Good thinking little brother, that stopped any possibility of them thinking you may have been following them. You know, I thought I'd have to tell you what to do but I can see that I don't have to. Now when you get another hundred yards down the road turn around and head back, I'll tell you where to turn.' I made a three point turn and followed my brother's instructions, including turning the headlights off after making the left turn. I slowed down and indicated behind me with my thumb. "Reach into the back of the van and you'll find an iron bar. That should help you with the third guy while I take on the other two." I watched Anne as she lay on her stomach and reached between the two seats. As her hand located the iron bar my hand found her bottom and I couldn't resist the opportunity to pinch her cheeks through the thin panties she was wearing. When Anne had regained her seat I pointed to a small laneway and a little clearing where the Tarago had stopped before I held an index finger to my lips. "Listen." She did listen and we heard the sound of muffled screams. "Ready when you are Winston," said Anne with the excitement I was used to by now. I felt that featherlike touch again as my brother invaded my body again. "Oh I'm ready, come on Anne let's go get 'em." I turned into the lane and drove to within five yards of the van before I stopped, turned on the headlights and then turned on the hi-beam before I jumped out of the van with Anne following. "Any second now." We both had our eyes on the van as two of the youths jumped out an instant later. One was busy doing up his jeans while his mate hadn't bothered to put his back on and was dressed in just a sweatshirt and light blue jocks. "Well look what we have here," said the first one as he grabbed a switchblade from the back of his jeans. "What's say we give Mr and Mrs nosey-fucking-parker a lesson in good manners," he pointed in our direction before concentrating on Anne as the second one picked up a close handy piece of wood, "before we give the cunt a little of what the slut's getting in the van." "What's the matter," I said, "can't you get a girl by any other means? Or is it just that you only know how to beat up on girls?" I got the predictable response from the first one. "Fuck off bonehead, that is unless you want me to put a dent in it." I turned to Anne. "You know apart from a long bath and some clean clothes I reckon what these little twerps need is an education, what do you say?" Anne started to respond in a positive fashion when the second of the thugs tried to grab her. She was a little too quick for him though and kicked him fair in the testicles which made him bend just enough for me to grab his head and pull it into the path of the kick that thug number one aimed in my direction. This along with Anne's iron bar to the back of the head had the effect of dropping him like a block of concrete. Then Anne made the mistake of attempting to wrap the iron bar around the head of the first one on the way back. She missed and that gave him the opportunity to lunge at me with his knife. In the split-second before I could even think to react my brother was interrupting. 'Let him do it Winston, should be kind of fun to see the look on his face don't you think.' So I did, I turned just in time to see the knife go into my chest, just in time to see the expression on his face, see the shock momentarily stun him and stop him in his tracks. Not one to miss an opportunity I hit him with a quick upper-cut and a right cross before watching as Anne wrapped the iron bar around his chest with as much force as she could muster. Those three blows were more than enough to send him to the ground along with his friend. "I know she likes violence a little and so do you," I said looking at him, "but sometimes she can be as mean and sadistic as anyone I've ever known, including me. But only to people like you, and I use that term very loosely because you and your friends are nothing but animals. Now look at what she's going to do with that iron bar." I watched Anne walk up and scream, "YOU'RE SCUM! Do you know that. SCUM!" The first one was looking up, still in a daze from the three blows he'd taken and by the time he realised what Anne was going to do it was too late. "You're nothing but a stinking lousy fucking animal," said Anne as her face reddened from the anger she was feeling. I watched her bring the iron bar back and smash his testicles with all of her not inconsiderable strength. He screamed, oh how he screamed. No scream in any horror movie I'd ever seen sounded as terrifying. I don't even think Tracey Carpenter screamed any louder to any of the things Colin had made me do to her. Anne knelt down and looked into his face. "Did that hurt?" She didn't wait for an answer, instead she stood up and repeated the dose on the second one with similar results. "Winston watch out!" Anne was trying to give me a warning of the impending arrival of the third one but she was too late. Not that it really mattered with my brother around. He took a swing with a piece of wood and connected square with my head. "Take that you son of a bitch, you're... er... you're... oh fuck!" His expression, when he didn't leave a mark and I didn't budge an inch and shook my head like Arnold Schwarzenegger, was priceless. "Take what?" My brother was laughing as I looked at him. "Gee that was kind of funny don't you think." He was backing away from me scared and confused. "What you don't think it was? No I guess not." Suddenly he darted forward and threw a right you'd have to be deaf dumb and blind to miss. I laughed and glanced in Anne's direction. She was clearly getting used to the strange happenings that surrounded me and was watching with interest as I grabbed the man's fist in my large left hand and quickly jammed it up his back before pressing my other arm against his throat. 'Well come on little brother ask her what she's waiting for.' I did and Anne didn't need a second invitation. 'Nothing, I'm not waiting for nothing," she said as she took a huge swing with the bar and connected with his chest causing yet another chilling scream to pierce the air. "One!" The force of the blow caused the man to spit blood as a cracking sound suggested that she must have broken a couple of ribs. Anne's second effort hit him square in the stomach. "Two!" This sickening blow had just that effect, as he brought up some of the beer he'd obviously drunk earlier. Finally Anne stood directly in front of the man and held the bar between her legs with the bottom end touching the ground. Then she raised it up with all of the force she could muster. "Three!" His final scream was only brief this time as it echoed around the woods a split-second before he passed out. I let the man go and watched him slump to the floor before I turned to Anne and held out my hand. "Better give me that." I then gave each another blow to keep them out and said, as we went to check on the girl, "I reckon between the two of us we make a pretty good team don't we?" She smiled and nodded as we headed to the van, but the smile disappeared as we took a step inside. The middle seats were still in there normal positions but the back ones were laying down as far as they would go. It was across those that we saw the girl unconscious and naked. She had bruises all over her face, two black eyes and she was bleeding from several cuts around her breasts and groin. Anne looked at me and shook her head. As tough as she was and as tough as she portrayed herself to be a sight like that would always affect her, and tears began to flow as words failed her. I gripped her by the shoulders. "Look we're going to help her out okay!" When she nodded her head I continued. "Now go to our van turn it around and shine the headlights into the back of this van." It took less than thirty seconds for Anne to accomplish this, and when she came back we got our first look at the girl. She was quite something too, the cuts and bruises couldn't hide the beauty of her oval face or the thin lashes crowning a pair of beautiful brown eyes. Neither could they hide her sensuous mouth parted to reveal pearly white teeth, or her wonderful figure that was so completely on display. But suddenly I felt dirty, felt no better than the likes of Nathaniel Bristoll, so I turned away embarrassed and more than a little disgusted at seeing her in this condition. "Come on," I said to Anne, "let's get her into the van." As I started to pick her up I turned to her. "Go to the back of our van, open both doors and hop in, you'll find a red blanket to spread out and a first aid kit with some ointment, bandages, band aids and the like." Anne was already in the back of my panel van and I was still two or three paces away from it when the girl came around and began to panic. Scratching and punching she tried to launch herself several times in an attempt to get free. 'Hey!' I tried to call my brother. 'What about a little of your... er... help.' 'I think you're doing fine Winston, in fact I don't think you need my help right at this moment so I'll see you later.' And with that the voice was gone. "Hey, hey." I sat the girl down on the floor of the van and hugged her hard to me in a friendly asexual manner as she continued to struggle. "We're not going to harm you in any way. Take a look behind you if you don't believe me." She wouldn't though, instead she continued to punch and scratch as she kept her eyes down. I eased my grip slightly as I attempted to make her look behind her and to the girl it seemed like the opportunity she had been waiting for. She managed to break free and get one step from the van before I succeeded in grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her back towards me as she began to scream. "Shuusshhh!" I was trying to calm her down without success, which under the circumstances was understandable. "Easy, easy." This time Anne was quickly by my side as she jumped out of the van and took her other hand. It was all we could do to hold her still as she pulled with all her might, jumped in the air or dropped to her knees, anything to try and escape. For more than five minutes we held her as steady as we could waiting for her to calm down. When eventually she did and fell to her knees I watched Anne kneel down, look into the downcast eyes of the girl and speak to her. "We're not going to harm you, please believe that. And those three bastards that did these things to you won't be doing it anymore, and that's a promise." For the first time I saw the girl look into Anne's eyes, her expression said that she wanted to believe us but that she had her doubts. Then suddenly she nodded her head at the van. I knew instinctively what she wanted. "You want to see the three men is that it?" She nodded her head with a movement that was barely discernible and spoke for the first time, it was just one word. "Please!" It was only then that she realised that she was still naked. I turned to Anne. "Better get that red blanket. I think she'll feel a little more secure with something wrapped around her." When Anne came back and the girl was finally wrapped in a blanket she all but collapsed into my arms and I had to carry her. I took the girl around to the front of my van, Anne followed and we both carefully watched the girl's expression as she saw the three young thugs lying unconscious on the ground. It was one of relief that changed to a smile as she realised that what we had told her was true. Her mouth hung open in undisguised astonishment. "I don't know how to thank you." "By telling us where you live, so that after we take you to the hospital we can take you home to someone who cares for you." As soon as I said that I knew we'd hit a snag because her smile changed to a frown. "No, no! Please no hospital, and I won't tell you where I live just in case you dump me there." She started hitting me in the chest, started trying to escape again. "Okay, okay!" I was quick to calm her down. "We'll go back to our place first and discuss the situation there. I think you need a drink, I know I do." ------- "By the way my name's Meredith." She had looked up as I got back into the van after closing the gates leading to the property. Those were her first words from the time we left the scene of the assault. Since Anne had begun to take care of the several cuts and scratches she'd done nothing but stare at the side of the van deep in thought. "Meredith Brooke-Adams. And what do I call you and your friend?" I was quick to answer. "That's not really important at the moment." I raced on down the driveway and pulled the van up in front of the garage in its usual spot. Then I walked around to open up the rear doors. "Can you manage to walk Meredith?" She shook her head. "I don't think so, I'm kinda sore down below and my legs still feel a little funny." "Okay then." I looked at Anne. "You open up and I'll carry the girl." After watching Anne I picked Meredith up easily and stepped out of the van into the yard. "I know one thing you need young lady?" Meredith gave me an old-fashioned look and immediately reached for my groin. "I suppose you mean this. I mean you've got me here now haven't you." She squeezed my balls tight enough to bring tears to my eyes. "I mean what the fuck are we groping around here for why don't you get me to bed and do it properly. And what about her?" She pointed inside the house where Anne was waiting. "Does she like to watch? Or maybe she likes girls huh, is that it?" She began struggling, began punching me in the chest as she tried to get away again. "Come on!" Tears began flooding her eyes as some kind of shock obviously began setting in. "Tell me that you're any different, come on tell me!" I looked at Meredith and just stood there allowing her to punch herself to the brink of exhaustion on my chest. Clearly dealing with this girl wasn't going to be as easy as I first thought. "I was going to say Meredith, that I think you need a bath to wash away anything to do with those three goons. As for us two," still carrying Meredith I walked inside and headed towards the bathroom, "only time, some tender care, a few nice clothes and some good home cooking will help you trust us." I walked into the bathroom, sat Meredith on a chair, knelt down and began to run the bath. "As for anything about you, you can tell us in your own time." When the bath was ready I took the blanket off the girl, placed her gently in the bath and walked out without a second glance leaving Anne, who had followed us in, to take care of her. ------- Chapter 18A: Wednesday March 9: 'Family' Business The following afternoon when I surfaced along with Anne and Meredith I found a note telling me my father was out on business and that Connie had gone shopping. But it was the postscript that caught my attention, not to mention Meredith's. It told me that I had some business to take care of, some business that had come up rather suddenly. No names were mentioned just initials that I knew very well and an address. "So what does that note mean?" asked Meredith. "What does business to take care of mean? Just what are you planning to do tonight? What are you going to do with me?" "Questions, questions," I said as I turned back to Meredith, as I led her and Anne out to my van. 'Yes, and a few too many little brother, but don't worry she's pretty genuine so tell her she may not want the answers when the time comes. Tell her she won't have to worry about the first part of the evening, that while you're paying your respects to some friends you'll be dropping her at the casino and picking her up afterwards. Give her some money to play with and tell her that she doesn't have to wait but that if she wants to get her own back on the so-called friends of hers she will. And don't worry, she WILL wait.' ------- 'Let me check the house, the surrounding area and the neighbours first Winston.' We were parked about a kilometre away in a small shopping centre having already dropped off Meredith who had agreed, my brother said there wasn't any doubt, to meet us at an appointed time outside the Elk Hotel in Clarendon Street. We had also parked the van in the casino car park off Clarke Street and stolen a car just as soon as my brother found a car with a spare key that its driver had been stupid enough to tape under the wheel rim on the driver's side front. For five minutes Anne and I waited patiently sipping on cans of diet Coke until Colin decided it was time to go. 'Leave now Fred. Two doors past the house pull into the driveway and head straight to the back through a set of broken gates. The house is vacant and nobody will see the car from any of the houses on either side. And don't worry about the car being stolen, nobody's even missing it and aren't going to, at least for the next three hours.' I told Anne the plan, this time she didn't ask any questions. 'Tell her you're going in through the back door which is unlocked. Tell her they won't hear you until you walk into the lounge and confront them while them while they're watching television.' I did and Anne's reaction was predictable, though this time she was smiling, another indication she was getting used to my 'special talents'. "How do you do that? How did you know that those particular questions were on my mind?" I shrugged my shoulders, stepped out of the car, clicked the door shut and watched as Anne did the same. Then I followed my brother's instructions by hopping over the fence and into the yard separating us from our target house. 'Wait for a couple of minutes Winston, the woman is in the kitchen.' There was silence for several seconds and I waited anxiously all the time checking the back windows of the house in whose yard we were standing. 'Okay now it's time. And for heaven sakes don't worry.' "Come on Anne let's go." I jumped the fence into the backyard, watched Anne follow, checked the back door and opened it slowly and carefully before walking inside silently. I put a finger to my lips and pointed through the door my brother was indicating. The door opened easily and we walked inside, stood either side of the doorway and looked at the two young people sitting on the couch. The guy, he was no more than 23 or 24, stood up immediately. "Hey we ain't late with the payment are we?" I shook my head. "In that case what the fuck are you doing in our house? I mean didn't your father tell me he would deal with me personally and that you would only be coming if... !" I just looked at him my face expressionless. He was beginning to realise just how much trouble he was in. "A little birdie told my father that you arranged for a supply from another dealer because you couldn't pay us. Now you know the penalty for that don't you?" I turned to Anne. "I saw a shed out the back. Now I know this young fellow is good with his hands which means tools and some insulating or masking tape." I turned back to the young man. "I presume the shed is padlocked. Now I don't suppose you'd volunteer the key?" "Get fucked!" "Tsk, tsk, tsk." I had a second or two before the expected charge. 'Are you with me?' He slipped in and out of me so often and so quickly these days that I was never sure whether he was or wasn't. 'Of course little brother, do your worse.' I waited for him to rush me. When he didn't I walked over to him, brushed aside the punches he tried to throw, picked him up by the collar of his shirt and the crotch of his pants and threw across the room against the far wall. Don't suppose you feel like changing your mind?" He pointed out to the kitchen as he waited to get his breath back. "On the breakfast bar." Anne didn't hesitate, she grinned and walked straight out of the room while I walked over to the girl on the couch as I continued to look in his direction. "I suppose you getting another supply elsewhere is why the bitch is back." I turned to her. "Is it?" I grabbed her by the 'Jim Morrison' T-shirt she was wearing and pulled her up off the seat, ripping it as I did so. "You know you'd have done better to stay away from this prick because the trouble he's in really doesn't concern you, or at least didn't until now." I pulled the top off and without a bra her smallish tits were exposed to the warm night air. "Unfortunately your being here with him using the stuff makes you an accessory," I took a tit in each hand, "before, during and after the fact." 'Watch the boyfriend little brother he's about to charge again.' I turned just in time to see him rush at me, stepped aside, punched him in the stomach and rabbit punched the back of his neck with all my brother's strength combined with my own and watched him drop to the floor unconscious. Just at that point Anne chose to walk back into the room armed with screwdrivers, a roll of masking tape and best of all an electric drill with every kind of bit imaginable. She put down the screwdrivers and the drill but kept hold of the masking tape as she pointed to a newspaper on a coffee table in front of the couch. "You want me to make sure nobody can hear them scream?" I pointed to the young man. Start with him, and tape up his hands and feet while you're at it," I looked at the girl pointing to her skirt as I did so, "and don't worry about her," I added as I watched her remove her skirt leaving herself dressed in just thong panties, "she's only here for the drugs and the sex." I smiled as I turned to her briefly. "The drugs she aint gonna get, but the sex we can help with." Five minutes later the man was taped hands and feet and gagged so tight any scream would sound so soft you wouldn't hear it outside the room let alone the house. A long extension lead was plugged into a power point in one corner of the room, into the lead was plugged the drill. The drill of course was in my hands and I had it pointed at the young fellows left eyeball while Anne held his head steady. "Do you know what would happen if I drilled your eye out? Blink once for yes and twice for no." I waited several seconds until he finally blinked twice. "Well I do, blood and bits of eyeball will dirty my clothes and we don't want that," I looked up at Anne, "do we?" She took the drill off me and pointed it at the girl who was sitting down again still wearing just her panties while I undressed down to my briefs. "What about you?" said Anne. "With all those different sized cocks and vibrators you've had up that dirty little cunt of yours I'll just bet you've never had anything that vibrates quite like this." As soon as I was undressed I took the drill back, resumed my position at the side of the fellows head and pointed it at the same eye. 'Do it little brother we haven't much time to waste around here.' I didn't even get a chance to make up my own mind, before I knew it my brother was forcing my hand driving the drill through the closed lid and into the eyeball which burst into several pieces. Through the agonising scream, the fear and the terror I was waiting for him to pass out, somehow he didn't. I heard a sound like someone being sick, and then a crash. I looked across and saw the girl face down on the floor unconscious and laying in her own vomit. 'Don't worry about her little brother. As for the guy, he will pass out this time when you do his other eye. And don't make me help this time, though from the look on sweet little Annie's face I won't have to.' She was leaning down taking a closer look, as bloodthirsty as ever. It appeared the more blood, the more guts the happier and hornier she was. 'Of course, why do you think I picked her. She took some finding mind you. But when I did and read deep into her subconscious I saw that psychologically she was perfect, that she craved sex and violence thanks to the treatment handed out to her by her parents and that, well, when they went hand in hand her juices would just... er... flow, literally.' "Can I do it Winston, can I, can I?" 'May as well let her Winston seeing as she's so keen. And don't go crook at her afterwards it'll all be for the best in the long run.' Anne undressed down to her underwear and held out her hands. I handed the drill over and watched proudly as, without a moments hesitation, she drilled into the other eye. But she didn't stop, no she kept going until she penetrated his brain and killed him. "Oh wow, oh wow, OH FUCKING WOW!" She pointed the drill at the girl's left breast and nicked her nipple. "Only sex is better than that." She looked up at me. "What can I do to her?" I grinned at Anne. "Use your imagination, just make it quick." I picked up the biggest of the screwdrivers, pointed it at the girl's stomach and pressed with all my weight and our — my brother and I that is — combined strength. "Sorry sweetheart," I said to the girl as she tried to scream, "rules is rules and you broke them." "They sure did." Anne, found the longest bit, replaced the one already in the drill and pointed the bit into the girls right ear. "And now you gotta pay." She was in barely a quarter of an inch before the girl passed out and only an inch in when she died. "Well that's fucked you girl." She turned to me, her body and underwear stained with blood. "Now what about me?" "No time Anne, all we've got time for is to shower, dress and clean up a little." 'That's my Winston, you certainly are learning. And the quicker you can clean up the better, there's a certain young lady waiting. Now I have to disappear for a while, just remember that if you get into trouble I will be back. But try to avoid it if you can something rather important has come up." ------- After dumping the stolen car and picking up the van we parked in Clarendon Street opposite where we were supposed to meet Meredith. Neither of us saw her at first until Anne pointed down a side street where, as seemed to be her lot in life, she was being monstered by a gang of punk kids. This time it was four. "What's the matter," I offered as I approached them fearlessly. I was already capable of looking after myself before the visit of my brother, now with his particular brand of education I was even tougher, certainly tough enough to handle punks like these. "Is this the only way you can get laid? Seems to me all you cunts are the same, you hang around in gangs so you can get as a group what you can't get by yourselves." "FUCK OFF!" yelled the bravest of them. "You'd better fuck off if you know what's good for you." That from the one behind Meredith who was trying to get her panties off. He wore big boots with no socks, faded jeans and an AC/DC 'Back in Black' T-shirt. The second one wore a pair of Nikes that looked so new it must have been stolen, ill-fitting blue dungarees and a matching work style check shirt. The third of them was similarly dressed while the forth just wore jeans and a check shirt. "Dear oh dear, that is really no way to talk to someone who plans to give you a valuable lesson in good manners." Anne was watching me as I turned to Meredith. "Don't worry, these fuckheads won't be bothering you for much longer." "Says fucking who! And who says we need lessons from a cunt like you?" His mouth was as filthy as the rest of him. For a split second I faced Meredith who was starting to respond in positive fashion to what I'd said when thugs three and four tried to grab me. I know Anne saw the first kick and the first punch, somehow though I doubt they even saw that much. But whatever they did or didn't feel they certainly felt it, especially in my favourite vulnerable spot, the testicles. While I was so occupied, the first one, the one with the mouth, moved forward, that is until Anne pulled him by the hair in her direction. Then she made the mistake of trying to do the same as me. The punk was able to avoid Anne's futile attempts and punch her in the stomach before grabbing hold of her breasts as she bent forward slightly with the pain. To me it seemed like the spoils of victory because he kept hold of them while thug number two went behind her. That was his first mistake, his second was taking his eye off me. 'Hit him little brother, make it another rabbit punch to the back of the neck. I promise he'll stay down long enough not to be any trouble.' 'Well it's about time. Where the fuck have you been?' 'You know better than to ask that. Anyway, better late than never.' When I hit the second guy he went down and stayed down just like Colin suggested he would. With thugs three and four still half sitting half lying on the footpath that left just the one with the mouth who was still holding onto Anne's breasts. I went to move forward but my brother was quick to stop me. 'Leave it Winston, I think you'll find Anne has learned a lot just from being around you. Watch how she handles this guy without any help.' She appeared quite content to leave his hands where they were. Not necessarily because she liked what he was doing, but more — I think — because it left her hands free and his groin within easy reach. And that's exactly what she did, before he could blink she squeezed his family jewels in both hands as hard as she possibly could, which made him bend just far enough for her to grab his head and pull it onto her right knee which she brought up with as much force as she pulled his head down. Then as soon as he dropped to the ground Anne didn't waste any time jumping two feet into the air, at which point she pulled her feet underneath her and dropped both knees onto his head putting him to sleep immediately. I walked over and took a slightly distressed Meredith in my arms while Anne joined me in taking a very quick look around. While thug one was unconscious and thugs three and four were wondering what the hell had happened, thug number two — back on his feet by this time — was making it quite clear he wanted to continue the fight. I was only thinking about dealing with him when my brother once again told me to leave it to Anne. He took a swing, it missed by a long way, and Anne grabbed his fist in her left hand and jammed it up his back as hard as she could until she was close to breaking it. Then she pressed her other arm against his throat and smiled as she looked at Meredith while indicating the portable stereo on the ground. "Now I wonder whose that is?" Meredith pointed at the young thug Anne had by the arm. "It's his." That made Anne smile, she pulled his head back with her right hand until she was close enough to smell his breath, good or bad. "So it's yours is it?" Anne pulled his head back a little more, pushed his arm further up his back, took a cautious look around, saw no police around and realised anybody else was bound to have more important things to occupy their minds, at least for the moment. "Fucking cunt!" He spat into her face and smiled through the pain. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. That really is no way to talk to my girlfriend." I looked at the ghetto blaster before turning back to the man Anne was still holding. "You really don't deserve one of these." I took a kick at it with my left shoe and dented one of the speakers. Then I turned to Meredith. "Pick it up and see if it bounces." She did. "It doesn't," she announced as the attached speakers dropped off causing the front grill to come away from one of them and the central core of the stereo to lose several plastic pieces including the tape housing. All this time I had a knife in my hand that I had brought with me from the van just in case I needed it. It was effectively preventing the other three from trying anything. "Drop it again Meredith, maybe you dropped it at the wrong angle. Only this time turn it upside down and see if the CD compartment on top is any tougher than the rest of it. And don't worry about them," I pointed to the three who were stilled scared to move, "they won't bother you." Once again all eyes, including Anne's, were fixed on Meredith as she did as asked. The CD player proved not to be very strong and came away as easily as the tape housing did. Just as the stereo hit the ground I saw Anne turn her head to the side and look at the thug she was holding. "I don't like people who spit on me, and we don't like shitty little punks like you who pick on defenceless girls against their will." He spat at her again. "Three hundred dollars that cost me you filthy little whore cunt, if you fucking arseholes come into South Melbourne again you're fucking dead!" Anne glance down and like me saw thugs one, three and four were beginning to get to their feet. She looked in my direction. 'She's wondering if you need her help. Thinking that it wouldn't take much extra effort to break his arm which would give him plenty to worry about and leave her free to join you. But we know better than that don't we?' 'Yes we do.' Anne watched me shake my head as an indication that she should just look. "You're gonna pay for that you prick," said the fourth one, "come on you two let's get him." He led the charge but, as with all of his type that we'd met so recently, he attacked with no science and I was able to duck his left and right easily without my brother's help. One kick to the stomach and a rabbit chop to the back of the neck and he was back where he started. That left the other two who both charged at the same time. In a split second a kick with the right and one with the left, this time with my brother's invaluable assistance, doubled them both over giving me the opportunity to grab both heads, smash them together and watch them slide slowly to the ground. Anne joined Meredith in standing next to me as we enjoyed the sight of the four teenage hoodlums trying to come to terms with what had happened. The first one, thug number four, was back on his feet and looking like the Sylvester Stallone character Rocky Balboa from the original 'Rocky' movie while I felt like Apollo Creed beckoning him to come forward for more punishment. Unlike Rocky this boy ran as did thug number two, the one Anne had been holding, when she let him go. So too did the others as soon they managed to get to their feet. Once things had settled down and the small crowd had dispersed Anne joined me in looking at Meredith who was standing there eyes wide open in disbelief. Maybe that was the one mistake we'd made when we gave her some clothes to wear. Her top was a tight fit, so tight in fact that her nipples were plainly visible through the thin material and the skirt was so short you could almost see her panties while she was standing still. Meredith looked at me before turning to Anne, her mouth hung open in undisguised astonishment. It took a while but eventually she managed a few words. "Jesus, I can see how it wouldn't be good idea to upset you two. You know the pair of you make quite a team." I took her hand and headed down the street and around the corner. "I think you need a drink, I know we do." I looked at Anne before turning my attention back to Meredith. "And it'll give us a chance to find out a little more about you." I was heading for a coffee bar before my brother spoke. 'I think you might find the hotel around the corner a little more interesting Winston.' 'If you insist.' So that's where we headed. I took them into the lounge, walked straight to the end of the bar and sat down with Anne on my left and Meredith on my right. We were waiting to be served when one of a group of three young thugs at the other end spilt the drink of a girl standing next to them. They all had close-shaved heads, earrings in the right ear and studs in their right nostril, a clear indication they were all members of yet another teenage gang. "Shouldn't have left it where it could get knocked ya stupid bitch!" was the charming response of the one who seemed to be their leader. Her response was loud and instantaneous. "You cretin. I think you did that deliberately. Now you will just have to buy me another one, and while you're at it you may as well buy my friends drinks as well." She indicated a table near the bar where another girl and two men sat. The laughter was equally direct, derisive and even louder. "A drink?" Then more laughter. He held up his own glass, still three-quarters full with beer. "Yeah I'll give you a drink all right. You, your girlfriend and those two brown-nose pussies you're sitting with." And without a seconds hesitation he threw his beer over the girl, took a long swig of his mates beer, belched loudly and turned to him as the girl's friends got up from the table. "Buy us another one slops." He grabbed the girl's bottom. "I reckon we might have us some entertainment later tonight." Anne looked at me and so did Meredith. The three of us had been looking at what was taking place between the three blokes and the girl. The drinks I'd ordered were served but I was making no move to find a table, instead I continued to take in what was happening further up the bar. I guess I was sort of feeling like the Patrick Swayze character 'Dalton' from the movie 'Roadhouse' as he sized up the events at the 'Double Deuce'. "She's right you know." I said finally. "He should buy her a drink." I looked at Anne and Meredith in turn. "What do you think?" Just then one of the men from the table pushed the leader of the group, the one who'd thrown the beer over his girl, back into his friends. " I think you should apologise to my girlfriend you big buffoon, not only that but I think you should find somewhere else to drink. I also think you should do it straight away otherwise my friend I will be forced to make you." "You, YOU!" The laugh was as loud as before and even more insulting. "You're fucking joking." Meredith looked to Anne first before turning to me. "They shouldn't be able to get away with that should they?" I recognised that look, the one that every female since Eve has used to get her own way. It was a look that said: 'you'll do it for me won't you?'. "I mean you have to help don't you?" she added. It seemed so quick, the leader of the gang took a swing which the boyfriend evaded with ridiculous ease before smashing a fist into his stomach. The force of the blow doubled him up and allowed the boyfriend to follow up with a two-fisted hammer blow to the top of the head that sent him sliding to the floor. That was followed by the sound of glass smashing, then a scream as the boyfriend's face was slashed by the second of the group, a skinny man wearing a leather jacket and jeans. The third one of the group — the one the leader called slops — was about to interfere until he was cut off by the other man and his girlfriend. That was when he chose to smash his glass, grab the second girl by the hair and hold the jagged edge of the glass against her throat. It was also when one of the barmen tried to use the phone, only to be assaulted for his trouble by the quickly recovering leader of the group who then ripped the phone out of its socket. It was also when two more of their group chose to return from the toilet, one was wielding a knife and the other a thick length of chain that had been wrapped around his waist. Finally I couldn't wait any longer. "Now I think it's time." I turned to the two who had taken the opportunity to grab the second boyfriend and slops who still had hold of the girl. "What's the matter children?" I kept the sound of my voice contemptuous and abusive. "I mean it seems to me that only small minds could enjoy this sort of entertainment." The one with the knife had it pointed to the second boyfriend's throat as he turned back to a couple of men who were standing up ready to move to the bar. "Sit the fuck down! Unless of course you want this." He showed them the knife and they sat down quickly, a little too quickly in my opinion. Almost as if they were saying 'it's not my problem'. That was when the one with the chain swung into action. "Who the fuck asked you to interfere, unless of course you're offering up those sluts of yours in exchange for these two here?" 'Hey brother, if you're around I could sure use your assistance now. Please!' There was no answer, it looked like this was one battle I'd have to fight without him, with a little help from the girls of course. I knew Anne would follow my lead, she enjoyed violence, liked nothing better than a good fight and lacked nothing in the courage department. I just hoped that when it came to the crunch Meredith would be as much help. I had this awful premonition that we'd need her. Once again I reviewed the situation confronting me. The two with the knife and chain were still holding the second girl's boyfriend while slops continued menacing her with the broken glass. Skinny, who had hold of the first girl, was using the broken glass he'd cut her boyfriend's face with as a threat to stop him from doing anything. And finally at the leader who was holding a broken glass of his own and threatening to slice up anybody who looked like trying anything. Anne watched with anticipation as I got off my stool. "Come on then. One on one, let's see if you're good enough" I said to the one with the chain, "my bare hands against that length of chain. If you're good enough the girls are yours." I looked at Anne and Meredith, winked and waited for the man's reaction. "You!" His laugh was insulting. "Oh yeah you really scare me, I mean fat slobs like you always do." Anne knew by my expression that I was serious and didn't need to ask a question. Meredith did, of Anne. "He's serious isn't he?" I watched her down the rest of her beer and signal to the barman when Anne nodded her head. "In that case then I think I'd better have another one just in case things go..." Then it happened. The thug charged with his chain, swinging with his right hand from wide out, and that was his mistake, giving me a good sight of it. I stepped back and to my left into the path of the chain, which of course he didn't expect, grabbed the end of the chain first time in my right hand, swung it to my left and using all my strength turned quickly behind his back, looped the chain over his head and almost strangled him as I wrapped the chain once around his throat. "Maybe your gang should listen to this young lady's friend and find somewhere else to drink. Maybe your opinion about people like me might just be a little different now." Anne and Meredith were standing either side of me now. I listened for the pounding of Anne's heart, it must have been racing, but if it had been it was certainly beating normally now. Then I followed her gaze as she looked at Meredith whose eyes were fixed on me. She was caught up in the scene, drooling at the mouth as if, like Anne, she was addicted to what was taking place. Anne looked at the leader of the gang, he was edging closer as if he was planning something, then she looked at me. That was all it took, her attention was only away for a second, but it was enough for the leader to get her by the throat and threaten to cut her with his piece of broken glass. She tried the usual trick of grabbing at his groin but he was too smart for that, tried to grab hold of anything but without luck. Then he shoved a foot in the back of her kneecap and tugged her by her hair until she was lying very inelegantly on the floor her skirt over her waist and her tight white panties exposed for all to see and his foot in her crotch pressing hard against her pussy as he continued to hold the jagged edge of the glass against her throat. The leader smiled gleefully at Anne before looking up at me. "I think that would be just a little hasty don't you? I mean I'd hate to see this piece of pussy get cut up because you couldn't see reason." From his kneeling position he used the right foot he was pressing into her groin to boot her squarely in the vagina. Anne didn't want to scream but the pain of the kick forced one out of her giving the leader a great deal of satisfaction. She was looking around as best she could, I knew it was to see if there was a possibility of anyone helping out. But it was exactly as I would have expected, we were the only ones with enough guts — I wondered sometimes where the line between guts and stupidity was drawn — to do anything. The leader though wasn't finished, and he had the crowd sussed as well as he talk to Anne. "Don't expect help from anyone else. I mean they don't want anything to happen to you any more than you do. But you know how everybody likes to look after number one." Then he turned to me. "Looks like we got us a stand-off, except for one thing." He waited for a couple of seconds to allow a little tension to build up. "You probably care about big-tits here--" he used his free hand to pinch one very hard "--a little more than I do about Charlie over there. I mean guys can be replaced but it's hard to find pussy as sweet as this." He moved his hand from Anne's breasts to her panties where he forced it beneath the waistband and onto her bare pussy. Then it happened. One minute she was standing there a pace behind me, the next she launching herself through the air and suddenly Anne was free as a flying bundle of female flesh crashed into her captor sending him sprawling. Anne was up quick enough to see Meredith sitting on his chest with her fingers pressed hard against his throat and she could see something Meredith couldn't see, the jagged edge of the glass still in his hand and coming up behind her. Anne was jumping for the wrist at the same time as I was giving the chain an extra squeeze and dropping my man to the floor. The rest proved to be quite simple after that, I managed, with the help of the two boyfriends and 'finally' some belated outside assistance, to subdue the other three while Anne and Meredith managed to hold the gang leader long enough for a couple of big guys to grab an arm each. Ten minutes later they were in a paddy wagon while a couple of policemen stayed to grab any necessary statements. After that we free to go with the best piece of news for the night, we wouldn't be needed as witnesses. The three of us also received the zealous thanks of the foursome before they left for hospital to get the first boyfriend's face patched up. We also received some embarrassing apologies from several men who had been in the bar who said that they had been thoroughly shown up by my spunky girls. "Wow I've never seen anything like the pair of you." Meredith followed us down the street before she suddenly pulled us into a shop doorway, pressed her body against mine and looked into my eyes. "That was fantastic, I may not have been in the mood last night but gee I think I may just change my mind now." Anne watched unconcerned as Meredith kissed me. "Oh don't mind me," Meredith said, "I just get a little carried away sometimes." She looked in Anne's direction before continuing. "First the pair of you rescue me from those three last night and that was really cool even if I did behave like an idiot afterwards." She kissed Anne this time. "There, that's just so you don't get jealous," added Meredith as she continued with her little speech. "Then you rescue me from those four before doing what you just did at that hotel, I mean oh wow, that was just... just something else." She looked at each of us in turn before putting her right hand on my groin and fixing her gaze on Anne. "Oh I hope that you're not... I mean I can get a little carried away sometimes." "Don't worry," said Anne, "I promise not to get jealous. After all--" she grinned and added her hand to Meredith's on my groin "--there's always been more than enough to go round!" I turned to Anne and smiled. "Well that's settled." Then I turned to Meredith. "If you've no plans then you can bunk in at our place and become part of our little 'family' if you want to." Anne smiled lecherously as I put my hands onto the cheeks of Meredith's bottom beneath her skirt, as I pulled her to me and kissed her with a hunger that, once ignited, wouldn't be easily extinguished. "It's a fair drive--" I continued "--but it'll be more than worth it after this business with your so called friends is concluded." Meredith was laughing with the freedom of someone with just one thing on her mind. "Well what are we groping around here for? I'm in, or rather was in, a house with very cheap rent they couldn't rent out to anybody else, not in the neighbourhood we were in. I was with a couple of guys until I got dumped yesterday." She began rubbing herself against the front of my jeans as she continued. "Oh it was fun at first, we'd share our dole, and after paying out for rent and all the necessary stuff and dividing the rest into three I'd fuck around with both of them, and that was fun too. "But then things started to change. I started to get none of the money and all of the chores. They started to beat me, throw parties, use drugs and fuck other girls in front of me." She stopped and looked at Anne. "That was when I got interested in girls. They'd feel sorry for me see, the girls that is. So when the two guys were out of the room they'd hold me and cuddle me. Of course things changed when they found out, you see they began to invite all their friends to watch me with other girls, to do it to me if they wanted. All that was needed for payment was booze and or drugs." I allowed Meredith to unfasten herself from me before the three of us headed to the van. "Tell me one thing Meredith, who else knows you live there?" "Nobody. I walked out on my parents eighteen months ago with nothing but my own bank account and the plastic card that went with it. There was a thousand dollars in the account and like the idiot I was I changed it into a joint account between the three of us. All the dole checks would go in, I don't know how they continued to get their's but my dole cheques would go in and we'd sign any two out of three." I didn't need to know the rest of the story after that. I mean we all make mistakes but that one would be hard to top. "Then you never saw your bank book, card and any money from that moment on is that right?" "Yes! Now all I want to do is get the money I'm owed, fix them up and go." Then just as we got to the van my brother turned up. 'You know you handled that situation in the hotel very well between the three of you.' 'So nice of you to turn up now, I called out for you ages ago.' 'Wasn't my fight, but if things had gotten really desperate I would have helped out you know that. But be that as it may just look at the way Anne's looking at Meredith, at her lovely legs, past her mini-skirt and those cute white panties that we saw so clearly in the hotel to those glorious breasts pushing against that tight-fitting top she's wearing. She knows she not going to be the main dish on tonight's menu, not that she's complaining mind you, especially the way you've been performing lately. And you know what to Anne is the most extraordinary thing?' I responded negatively. 'That she doesn't have remotely jealous one in her body. In the short time you and her have known each other she thinks that's stranger than those episodes with the knife, stranger than the way you didn't get hurt by that piece of wood. Stranger even than how you seemed to know what was happening, what she was thinking. Now, thanks to the taste we've given her, she wants more than anything else to race off to this place and fix up those two friends of Meredith, she wants the violence, the thrill of seeing them beg for mercy and finally she wants the ultimate thrill of killing them.' 'And will you be helping us out?' 'Me! No way! This isn't my fight. But if things get sticky, and I do mean really sticky, you and Anne in mortal danger sticky, well naturally I won't let you down.' And just as suddenly as he'd arrived my brother was gone. I looked at Anne as I made myself comfortable, as I put my hand on Meredith's knee. "I don't see how we can refuse now even if we wanted to. Don't we deal in injustices?" I began to stroke her thigh as I started the van. "And what could be more unjust than them robbing this poor girl of all her money. Bastards like that deserve to get hurt don't they?" The look on Meredith's face was priceless. "You mean that... that you'd do that for me? But you've already done it twice and this'll make it three. And you Anne--" she turned to her left, the bemused expression self-explanatory "--I've practically said I'm gonna fuck your boyfriends brains out and yet you're still willing to..." Anne turned to Meredith and placed her hand high up on the girl's other thigh. "Meredith, since I met Winston I've been a believer in destiny and prepared to accept the inevitable, somehow I think our paths crossing was meant to be, and if that means sharing him then so be it." She looked at me, winked and turned her attention back to Meredith. "But he has to share you with me." Anne didn't know the area and neither did I, but then we didn't need to really. One look at how many houses were in a state of complete disrepair, one look at the overgrown front yards, smashed windows, broken fences and gates. Indeed one look at the burnt out or wrecked cars on the street, one look at the graffiti covered walls and the deserted streets made it abundantly clear that this estate was no different to the many others we'd encountered. It was just another no go area for decent people or their families. It was a rough area inhabited mainly by gangs of street kids, thugs drug addicts and the like who all squatted, or rented cheaply because the owners thought thirty or forty dollars a week was better than nothing, in the better properties in the area. The rest of the houses stayed empty because families, even those in dire need of accommodation, were too scared to rent them, because the owners were too scared to live in them, because nobody would buy them and lastly because they were too valuable to demolish. The house Meredith showed us had been up for a long time, it was solid brick veneer with wooden fencing separating it from the houses on either side and was typical of most properties in this area and in better condition than most. The grass was long but not long enough to look overgrown and there was a single tree in the front yard. I gave Meredith a brief description of the way we dressed to protect our identities. "No need for you to dress up like that though, I think you'll be better exactly the way you are," I whispered to her as I looked up and down the street from a position a few yards past the house watching for any comings and goings. "What's the best approach Meredith, what will it be like inside?" "The two houses on either side are vacant so I reckon the best way is straight in. I shouldn't think you'd have any trouble, 'specially with these two, plus there'll probably be a couple of sluts in there keeping them occupied. As for who's gonna see, you of all people should know what it's like in these areas, how little the police care these days. No, as far as I can see there's no way anybody in an area like this is gonna take any notice. I mean violence is a way of life around here, homeless kids and teenagers in this neighbourhood are getting killed or badly injured every day of the week." Meredith stepped out of the van and without hesitation she was about to head off in the direction of the house when her attention was taken by the bag of tricks I pulled out of the back of the van. Curiosity naturally got the better of her, She looked down at the bag before looking at me. "What's in the bag?" "Just some necessary methods of persuasion to help them see our point of view." We followed Meredith to the front door of the house and waited until she said when, after all she knew the occupants better than we did. "Okay then," Meredith opened the door, "let's go." ------- Chapter 18B: Wednesday March 9: Part Two We entered soundlessly and heard noises coming from one of the front rooms that could only indicate one thing. I pointed to the door handle and nodded when Meredith indicated whether she should go in. Anne watched as I grabbed a knife from the bag and handed her one. We stood in our usual position, on either side of the doorway while Meredith walked unsurely and nervously into the room. "Well, well, well, looks like we just can't get rid of you. Maybe you like the way you get treated bitch. I'll tell you what, if you bring me a beer from the kitchen I might just let you slide your cunt onto this. And if you're a really good girl I might just let you off without beating the shit out of you. Now fuck off and get my beer!" As soon as I made my signal Meredith moved to one side while Anne and I stepped into the room and looked at the scene confronting us, it was a scene Anne and I were beginning to get used to. On the bed were two blokes and bouncing on and off their fat little cocks were a pair of skinny dark haired girls. I allowed a venomous smile to drift across my face as we showed our knives. "Meredith's not going anywhere, and neither are the two of you. But you two are-" I indicated both girls "--now take your clothes and take a fucking hike, you're not part of these guy's problems." "You and whose friggin' army dickhead?" said the guy on the near side of the bed. "Make us," said the girls. "Okay," I said to all four of them. "I will." I moved quickly, too quickly for the first of the girls, grabbing her by the neck I pulled her backwards until she was far enough from the bed, turned her over and pointed the blade between the cheeks of her bottom. The suddenness of the impact took the stuffing out of her and grabbed the attention for a second of the other three enabling Anne to get into the slightly crouched position of a knife fighter. She tossed the knife from hand to hand totally unconcerned about how far her skirt had ridden up and that her panties, and thus the groove of her pussy, were on display. "I guess the ball's in your court now." Anne looked from one man to the other. "And the girls are obviously not going to be that important to you. But the gamble you have to take is whether I'm any good with this knife." The girl with me — I had a knee in the small of her back now as I continued to point the knife in the crack of her arse — was shaking with fear. Meredith — she was standing by the doorway — was just smiling. "Maybe the two of you have trouble understanding plain English," continued Anne as she glanced across the bed and saw the first guy sitting up and looking as if he was about to try something. "I wouldn't if I was you. And there's always Meredith here." She turned her head for a split-second and I followed her gaze. Meredith had disappeared, maybe in search of a weapon of her own. "I think I would follow her advice if I was you," I said. "It would be such a waste to carve this poor girl up." The second girl grabbed both their clothes and moved to the doorway just as Meredith came back with a kitchen knife in her hand. "Come on Carol, it wasn't that special. Certainly not worth taking a knife up the arse for." I let my girl go, and at my insistence Anne followed the girls outside. I glanced in her direction for only a second but it was fatal. The second of the men produced a gun with a silencer attached from under the pillow and pointed it in my direction. "Put down that knife otherwise I'll shoot." I did. To Meredith he said, "Crouch down on the floor, head bowed." She did. To his mate he said, "On the floor in the corner you'll find a piece of wood. Hit this bitch over the head until she's unconscious, if she moves or if either one of them tries to stop you I'll shoot the pair of them." 'Where are you when I need you?' I mentally yelled for Colin's help. Twice more I called out in similar fashion with an equal lack of success. For the first time in weeks, maybe even months I felt helpless while somebody else was in control of the situation. I was left to watch as the first man picked up the piece of wood and brought it down with a sickening thud on Meredith's head knocking her out cold. "Now go deal with the other bitch," continued the second one, "I'll deal with this prick." I heard the front door and another dull thud and a scream as Anne presumably received the same treatment as Meredith who was just starting to come round. It was enough to make me mad, enough to make me lose all reason, dive for the knife and charge. That was when the second man fired the gun and hit me in the shoulder stopping me dead in my tracks. "In the kitchen--" he said to his mate on his return "--you'll find some rope, tie these two bitches up. As for you," he continued pointing the gun in my direction, "just remember that I'm a good shot. Next time it'll be your knee-caps or maybe I'll just shoot your balls off." "What do you want?" I had my handkerchief out stemming the flow of blood. "Money of course! I reckon that to a fat slob like you these girls would be priceless. After all what sort of a chance would you have of replacing such good sorts? But I will put a price on them. How about twenty-five thousand each? Now that's fair ain't it? A nice round fifty thousand and they're yours again. Oh and one more thing, be back by nine-o-clock tonight otherwise there will be penalties." The tone of his voice made me take a sudden deep breath. "What do mean by penalties?" "That's for you to find out when you come back, now fuck off while my mate and I entertain ourselves with these girls." Given no choice I walked out of the room just as the one armed with the piece of wood put Meredith to sleep again with another belt over the head before tying her up with some rope. Out in the hallway I stepped over Anne — who was already tied up and unconscious — and walked out of the house unsure what to do. 'Well the first thing you have to do is get that shoulder fixed up Fred. The second thing is... ' 'Where the fucking hell have you--?' 'SHUT UP! As I was saying, the second thing is that there's no way you're paying over fifty thousand dollars to those goons and there's no way I'm going to let anything happen, Anne is way to important to my plans.' 'Then why didn't you help earlier? Why did you let things go this far? Didn't you say that if things got sticky you wouldn't let me down.' 'Like I said it was your fight, and anyway you're still alive aren't you?' I nodded my head. 'Well stop bitching, let's go to the van and put a temporary patch on that wound. Then you can grab a burger and Coke while I have a look round. After that we can study what happens to the two girls before I decide what to do.' ------- It was some two and a half hours later and after fixing up my shoulder, which turned out to be nothing more than a scratch, and after a Big Mac and some fries I'd managed with the help of my brother to break into a house in Kew. We were only after one thing, a powerful crossbow that fired six-inch-long, specially sharpened and lethal steel-tipped shafts. It was a robbery that was unlikely to be reported considering the highly illegal nature of the weapon we were stealing. Neither was it going to be attributed to me. No, my brother seemed fairly positive it would be blamed on a 'close enemy' of the family. Now though I was back in the van, close to the house and looking at another vision. The trouble was I couldn't make out what I was looking at. My brother though was only too happy to keep me informed. 'When they're not talking I'll concentrate on Anne because it's easier. She's just regained consciousness and only knows that it's pitch black and she has a splitting headache, which of course is hardly surprising considering what she was hit with. But that's not all.' 'I knew it wouldn't be.' 'She's spreadeagled with her wrists and ankles tied and a strap around her head which is resting on a rolled up piece of cloth. She understands that being unable to move her head means that they must want her to see what's going to happen to her. And she's lying on earth, she knows that because she can feel it on her naked bottom which is a bit of a shock, because if she can feel it there then it means she's nude again.' "Anne! Are you awake Anne?" I recognise the voice. It was tearful, it sounded nervous, sort of panicky. It was Meredith's. Anne recognised it too. "Wh-What happened Meredith? Did they tie you up too?" "Yes, they did. As soon as you walked out with those two sluts one of them produced a gun which allowed his mate to grab a piece of wood. He hit me over the head with it and did the same to you. When I came round Winston was calling his bluff and charging him with his knife. Only he wasn't bluffing and shot him." "Oh no! Tell me he's not... !" "Dead? No he was just hit in the shoulder. It was a deliberate shot, he said the next one would be aimed at Winston's groin. It scared him enough to make him go. But only long enough to bring some money back. And he has to be back by nine-o-clock tonight otherwise," Meredith stopped for a few seconds as though not wanting to continue, "otherwise for every minute he doesn't turn up they're going to... er... going to... well maybe it's better if I don't tell you." 'You know what I like about this little brother?' Of course I responded with a negative response. 'The way Anne's confused about the whole deal. I mean she's seen you bleed at the house when those punks broke in. But she's also seen you stabbed more than once with a knife without getting hurt, seen you get hit with a piece of wood with no effect. And that's what's confusing her, she's wondering how come when push comes to shove you weren't able to maintain control of the situation. Good huh?' 'I don't know about the good part, I know just how she feels.' 'I don't think so little brother. Her relief at knowing you're still alive is tempered by the undisclosed threat of what Meredith just said. Anne's decided she would be more scared not knowing than knowing.' "Tell me Meredith please! I'd rather know, and besides Winston wouldn't let anything happen to us trust me. What you saw last night was nothing, now that he knows what he's dealing with he'll do what has to be done." 'See what faith Anne has in you little brother, but it seems Meredith might need a little more convincing, listen.' "Well I hope like hell you're right Anne because if Winston isn't back at the appointed time they're going to cut off a big toe each with secateurs, follow it up with the rest of them and do the same with our thumbs and fingers for every minute he's late. Then if he's still late it'll be a foot each, followed by the other foot, each hand, and if we're still alive both legs and arms! I worked it out Anne, if Winston is ten minutes late we'll be minus all our toes, if he's fifteen minutes late we'll be minus the fingers on our right hand. You know after twenty minutes we'll have no fingers or toes and in less than half an hour we'll be just a head and a torso and in all likelihood dead!" "Do you really think they'd do that?" "Well I sure fuck don't want Winston to be late so we can put it to the test." Then just as Meredith finished I heard her sniffing. So did Anne. "What's the matter?" "Can you smell anything? I mean this is the first time I've been in this shed, in all the twelve months I was staying here it was always out of bounds." "Well apart from the fact that the whole shed smells like a bloody toilet there's something that smells like old garbage, you know like rotten food scraps and the like, maybe old newspapers too, why?" "It's just something that doesn't feel right. But it's not the shitty smell, the old garbage or the newspapers. No it's none of them, it's something else and it's faint, but it's there, a sort of sickly-sweet putrid smell like... er... like..." "Rotting flesh! Yeah I can smell it now Meredith. You're not trying to say that they may have killed before are you, or that if they did they buried them in this shed?" "That's exactly what I'm trying to say, I mean I wouldn't put anything past these two." "But that means we're in a great deal of trouble if Winston doesn't return on time. Not that he won't of course. But at least now we know they were probably serious about the threat." "And these pricks aren't exactly guaranteed to keep their part of the bargain, 'specially if they think there's a way they can get hold of the money and not let us go." "Well there's fuck all we can do about that except wait." 'And Anne seems to think it's going to be a long one, especially when they have other things to worry about as well.' 'Such as?' 'It seems that a dirty shed with it's share of excrement, garbage, old newspapers and that rotting flesh that IS in there somewhere underneath where they're lying quite naturally attracts a variety of insects, mainly flies and mosquitoes. Naturally the mosquitoes are the biggest pests because of their habit of penetrating the skin and sucking out the blood. It seems that both of them are being bitten alive. 'Of course the flies are pests too, they don't bite but they can land in the most awkward spots as Anne is finding out. One's landed on her nose and is currently investigating each nostril forcing her to carefully avoid breathing through her nose just in case it tries to crawl up. Another favourite place is of course her mouth. There's two of them taking turns at walking over her lips as though daring her to open them. But that's not the best part.' My brother then had the temerity to stop then. 'Well! Come on Colin you can't stop now you have to tell me.' 'All right then. A couple of flies have even had the cheek to land on and walk all over the lips of her pussy, but she's thinking that she could get used to that. No it's the mosquitoes that are really bothering her. She's thinking that it's bad enough they bite you, but when she can't slap them away and rub the offending itch, well there's nothing more irritating.' And as if to prove what my brother was saying Anne spoke up. "You had any flies down there yet Meredith? Friggin' things just sit there. It's almost as if they know what they're landing on." "Not so far. But my blood must be okay judging by the number of fucking mosquito bites I'm getting." "Any idea how long it's been? I mean you've been conscious the whole time since Winston left haven't you?" "Two and a half maybe three hours since they gave you that thumping. They fucked you silly while you were unconscious, bet you didn't know that did you? Did the same to me, wanted me awake though, wanted me to enjoy it. But at least they only did it one time, had to because the other one needed to keep an eye out. Tell you it's amazing what you'll do when you're giving a blowjob to the barrel of a gun." 'Before you ask Winston you didn't get to see because we were busy stealing that crossbow. And don't ask why we're not going in now, it's just not the right time that's all.' "Guess that explains why my cunt's such an attraction for the flies," responded Anne. "Whoops here goes another one. Big bastard too by the feel of it. Didn't land on me that's the funny part, it crawled up between the cheeks of my arse and stepped straight onto my pussy." She laughed for a couple of seconds. "Huh! Hang on for a moment, couple of its legs slipped into the slit and it's having trouble getting any sort of grip. Guess that's because I'm kind of wet down there. Hang on it's moving again." She stopped talking for a moment and I began to wonder why. 'She's concentrating on what it is as it starts crawling over her pubes, I'd tell you what it is but that would spoil the fun. Better if you find out when she does.' I turned my attention back to Anne. "I'll tell you something Meredith, if it's a fly it's a fucking big one." Just then Anne stopped and her voice became a little unsteady, an octave higher. "Oh fuck! Meredith, it isn't a fucking fly!" "Well what is it then?" There was the slightest hint of panic and concern in her voice. "It looks like a huge black spider. Matter-of-fact now that it's walking over my pubic hairs towards my stomach I'm positive it is. Hang on it's stopped again, now it's moving, no it's stopped again." "Whatever you do Anne," now there was just the slightest hint of amusement in Meredith's voice, "whatever you do, don't move and it should just walk off you at some point." "Oh ha, ha, fucking ha! It's all right for you he's not on YOUR stomach crawling towards YOUR tits. And what about if he's a male spider he might just decide they're worth taking a bite of." "Anne," said Meredith trying not to laugh, "it's a spider what the hell does it know about tits? I mean it doesn't care who you are, what you are." 'You know little brother, Meredith might be laughing but I guess it's hardly surprising that Anne doesn't think it's very funny, except maybe the part about it being a male and maybe biting her tits, but being the brave girl she is she'd decided she can't afford to laugh, can't afford to panic. So she's doing her best to keep her breathing even.' "Most of the ones you find in Melbourne aren't deadly you know," continued Meredith after a few seconds. "Oh some of them like the huntsman that's probably on you might be big and hairy, they might even scare four shades of shit out of you and they might even give you a nasty nip if they decide to bite but they won't kill you. In fact it's probably true that we scare them more than they scare us." "You don't fucking say, well considering you're such an expert on the ways of the arachnid would you tell me why he hasn't turned that big hairy body of his around, why he isn't running for his life and why it's me that's trembling and not him?" 'Looks like that's shut her up for a while little brother. Anyway just to keep you up to date Anne's keeping an eye on it while it crawls ever closer to her right breast. She's thinking that if only it would keep going in that direction it would be all right, especially as that direction is taking it to her right shoulder. She's worried a little more now though because it's stopped at the base of her breast and looks as if it's about to change direction.' "What's happening now Anne?" Meredith suddenly sounded a little more concerned. "Come on you've stopped talking. What's it doing?" "I think it's making a decision about which way to go." Anne was sounding a little more relaxed now, sounding more wary than scared. "It's stopped short of climbing up my right tit." "Well I don't suppose it likes mountain climbing." Meredith was chuckling, she evidently thought that was very amusing. "Oh ha, ha fucking ha! Spiders climb up walls and curtains and things, or had you forgotten?" Meredith stopped laughing. "True, true. Anyway as long as it doesn't take a right fork and slip up between them and head towards your face." Suddenly there was a more serious tone to her voice. "What's it doing now, Anne, seeing as it doesn't fancy climbing Mount Everest?" "Very fucking funny. Actually it's doing bugger all at the moment. Hang on a minute. Yes it's done a left turn, you know his left my right, I think it's going to... I think it's finally going. Oh that's it, go on you big black cunt of a thing, piss off!" There was silence for a moment and then Anne making the announcement, "Going... going... gone." Then there wasn't a sound. 'Why the silence what's happening?' 'Anne's waiting to see if Meredith says something. Now she's counting out in her mind the way she used to when she was a little girl playing hide and seek. You know the routine, one-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand etc, etc.' Suddenly it appeared Anne couldn't wait any longer. "Meredith! You're not falling asleep on me now are you?" "How the fuck can I fall asleep with fifty thousand pissing fucking mosquito bites all over my body. Tell you something they sure like the taste of my tits the dirty little devils. What about your hairy mate, d'ya reckon he's gone for good?" "I promise that if he or any of his family or friends come back you'll be the first to know, but right at this moment I don't think I'd like to talk about that. Why don't we tell each other about ourselves instead. You know sort of a potted life history, good and bad. What do you say?" "Yeah I suppose, least it would do is take our minds off these pesky things for a while." She stopped for a few seconds before continuing. "I'll start. I guess you can tell by my name what sort of a background I came from. I mean hyphenated family names like Brooke-Adams, that's Brooke with an 'e' by the way, invariably means wealth, the middle and upper classes and all the snobbery that goes with it. "I was lucky that's what I was told, I mean it wasn't every girl who could have everything they wanted within reason. Walk-in-robes full of the best clothes money could buy, a four-poster double bed, top of the line audio-visual equipment and a computer. You know much like the stuff you've got in your room. Then there was the library, wall-to-wall books including a leather bound set of Encyclopaedia Britannica and a copy of every classic novel and book a young lady of breeding was going to need to make her mark on the world." 'Anne's just a little confused at the moment Freddie, especially considering her upbringing. She has some serious doubts whether, given those advantages, 'she'd' be in this position now.' "So how come you... ?" It was Anne giving voice to her thoughts. "Finished up where I was? In that place with those two? Excitement I guess, a sense of adventure. Living at home was like staying in a hospital, you understand what I mean?" "No I can't say I do, but you'll understand why when you hear my story." "Well let's put it this way. In hospital you have everything you need to make your stay comfortable. Staff to take you anywhere you need to go. And everything's always so clean with that slight smell of disinfectant. At home it was the same. All of those things in my room and all of those books in the library were all supposed to be all I'd need to keep me happy. And if there was anywhere I had to go or wanted to go and good old mummy and daddy couldn't take me, which seemed to be most of the time, then the chauffeur would. That is of course provided it met with their approval. I mean a girl can't just go anywhere, one has to maintain the family standards. And as for boys. They have to the right pedigree, the proper bloodlines you see. I mean if I'm to be mated then it has to be with the son of a good family. Can't have just any young boy sniffing around my well bred quim." "You mean there was never any chance for you to do anything different? You know, break out and do your own thing? Come and go as you please?" "Well of course, otherwise I wouldn't be here now would I? "We used to have these dinner parties that most of the time I was required to attend. You know play the dutiful daughter and be nice to all of those boys that sniffed around my cultivated cunt in hope. And they were awful most of them, it was like as if they all came from the same mould. Hair cut short with the part on the left, their glasses if they wore them were always of the horn-rimmed variety. And their suits, oh their suits! Every one of them seemed to be cut from the same cloth and to the same design. I had this vision of one tailor catering to the middle and upper classes, this vision of a production line of expensive charcoal grey suits. "They were idiots all of them, and so were the giggling little girls who allowed themselves to be seduced into dropping their pretty little-girl panties and spreading their legs for them. No, I decided very early on in my teenage years that if I was going to get fucked it was going to be on my terms and with somebody exciting, not one of the plum sucking arse licking nonentities whose only addition to any conversation was their own special brand of verbal diarrhoea. "There were other times you see when my presence was considered superfluous, when I was considered an embarrassment to have around. Then I was allowed out to go to the cinema, usually it was just the local multiplex but occasionally I hit the jackpot and was allowed to go to the city. The driver would drop me off, arrange to be back at a certain time, wait until I walked inside and then drive away. Of course I would wait until he had driven off and then walk out to where the nearest video games were. "Now they only ever gave me enough money for the price of a movie ticket, some popcorn and a cheeseburger and fries from McDonalds. But that's one thing about having parents who are a little blasé about money, particularly mum, she'd leave it all over the place, different compartments of her handbag, on the dresser, in the second drawer, even in her clothes. I guess she was a little absent-minded about things like that. Not that that was a bad thing mind, you see even though I had that thousand dollars I told you about I really had nothing because they kept the bank book and the card. "Not that it was really hard to find with mum looking after it, I just needed to know where it was. Especially with my eighteenth birthday coming up. That was something like fifteen months ago. It was on a Saturday, not that it mattered what day or how old I was, we never celebrated my birthday. And on that day of all days they had a small but important, or at least that's what they told me, dinner party for a few friends. Now you would think that on a special occasion like that I might have been allowed to stay, that they might have included my birthday into the dinner party. But oh no I was told early in the week that there would be a little get-together in the afternoon, not a party you understand, just a means of handing out presents with as little inconvenience as possible. I was also told I would be going to the pictures that night so they could entertain their friends. "It was when I was told that that I made up my mind to have a little celebration of my own. I located my bank book, went up to mum's room when there was no one around and found a hundred and fifty dollars in one of her drawers. Isn't that disgusting? Some people barely have a few coins to rub together and here's mother forgetting about an amount like that. Still who am I to complain I certainly made good use of it. "That night I did the usual thing and walked out of the cinema as soon as the driver left, only this time instead of heading to the video parlour I went to a hotel armed with my ID and waited for some action. And it soon came, mostly though it was from the dregs. You know, bottom of the barrel, forty something and fat you must be desperate sort of stuff that didn't know how to take no for an answer. At first I thought I'd have trouble getting away, then when I did manage to free myself from the hands on my thigh below the hem of my mini-skirt, which by the way was a good eight inches above my knee, I thought I might have to go somewhere else. But that's when this guy came up and took me straight to the dance floor without even waiting for a yes or no. It was clear from the way we moved, or more like didn't move, and the way his hand roamed all over my arse through my skirt that he wanted to do more than just dance. "I made up my mind that he was going to be the one to take my virginity. Not that my hymen was intact, I think that got busted the second time I rode a horse. And anyway if it hadn't busted then all the poking and prodding I did with my fingers and other things would certainly have finished the job, so all he was getting was my metaphorical virginity. "We went back to the table he was sharing with another guy and a girl and the three of them suggested that maybe we could find somewhere else to party and sensing a little adventure I wasn't about to disagree." A moment's hesitation gave Anne the opportunity to jump in and she took it. "Hang on, if what you said before was right, then you probably haven't been home since?" 'She's thinking about all of those things in Meredith's room little brother, all of that family money. Thinking that surely there would have been enough love in a family like that to have been able to work things out, especially given the way things are these days.' "I mean wouldn't your parents be... ?" "Missing me?" Interrupted Meredith. "You've got to be joking. I took the three from the pub up to meet the driver where I told him that I wouldn't need him any more for the night and to tell my parents I would either be home or in touch the next day. You see it just so happened the three of them shared a flat, the bills and each other, perfect for a girl keener than ever to lose that metaphorical virginity I was talking about. "I guess after my parents and the restrictions of living at home I was just in the mood to move in with them and except their lifestyle. And that's just what I did, so I phoned my parents and told them so. That's when they told me that unless I came home that they would write me out of their will, out of their lives and that it would be like I never existed." "But what about the money, your parents, that lifestyle, don't you miss any of it?" "Like a dose of the clap. Even when a month later we all split up after one of the guys work took him to Queensland, even after I met Colin, he's the big one, and Mickey, they were the two we met tonight, and lost all my money. Even now while I'm in this shed naked with you, tied up and being bitten alive while we're waiting for those two to come back. No I don't miss it because you only have one life and who wants to spend half of it being miserable and the other half wondering what you were missing out on. Live it the way you want to live it because you're a long time dead that's what I say. I will tell you something though, if we get out of this and the two of you don't mind I think I'd like to tag along if that's all right." "I couldn't think of a better idea, and I don't think it's if Winston wants you to tag along. 'specially after that incident in the doorway. I think you made--" Anne let out a little laugh "--quite an impression on him. But tell me something Meredith could anything have persuaded you to stay home?" I sensed the tears in Meredith's voice as she answered. "Love!" She said sadly. "If they would only have replaced those material thing with kisses and cuddles, kissed all my little cuts and bruises better when I was growing up. If only they had helped me celebrate all those special days and special moments that happened to a girl when she's growing up. If they hadn't kept palming me off to the maid and the butler and the fucking chauffeur all of the time. CUNTS!" She screamed. "I hate them!" "In that case then I think I'd better tell you my story." "Of course," said Meredith trying her best to laugh. "And I reckon it meet just be a little different to mine, right?" "Yeah most of it will be. In fact there will be a considerable difference but I reckon there might be one or two things on which our stories compare very well. Now where to start that's the question." "Most think the beginning is usually as good a place as any." "Okay the beginning it is. You say your parents treated you as if you didn't exist, well I would often wish for that. At first it was just physical abuse, dad would strip me naked, put me over his knee and spank until I could hardly walk let alone sit down. Then I'd get sent to my room for the rest of the night. I guess I wouldn't have minded so much if I'd had the stuff in it you did, but all I had was a bed and somewhere for my clothes. "But why would he do that? Surely something must have set him off?" "Yeah something set him off all right. I was born that's what!" I listened as Anne told about how her father had the sexual appetite of a football team and how her mother who until that time had been just as insatiable didn't want anything more to do with sex. "Hang on let's get this straight," said Meredith. "You're telling me that he blames you for dipping out with his old lady and that's why he beats you?" "And began sexually abusing me after I reached puberty. You see he's a tit man and unfortunately for me I was pretty well developed by the time I was 11 or 12. And yes mum knew, she even held me down when I struggled which after a while wasn't very often because I'd always get a double beating for my trouble, and I'd still get the fucking anyway." "But couldn't you say something, what about your teachers?" Insisted Meredith asking exactly the same sort of questions I did. "Surely there was someone you could talk to?" "Oh yeah I tried that didn't I. Fat lot of fucking good it did me. You see my parents are well liked in the community and I'd been known to get into a little trouble with boys at school. Nothing serious of course, just a little mucking around behind the bike shed and a quick knee-trembler in the girl's changing rooms. Of course that didn't help when I tried to convince them to believe my story, and naturally my parents backed each other up which made my story doubly hard to believe. Then as if to convince me not to try that again my parents both beat me that same day when I got home. "Eight years I put up with that. Then when I started working they took most of my money leaving me with just a few dollars to survive the week on. After all they couldn't have me building up some savings could they. I mean I might move out, and then my bastard fucking father would have no one to fuck and that just wouldn't..." Just then a sound from outside caught Anne's attention and mine. "Hey did you hear that? Sounds like somebody's coming." Meredith didn't even get a chance to answer because the door opened and a flashlight shone into both girl's eyes. "You sluts are making altogether too much noise." 'He's got two pieces of cloth and two small rocks little brother. He's going to wrap each rock in the centre of the cloth and force them into their mouths before securing the cloths around their heads. I reckon that now would be as good a time as any. Come on grab that crossbow and let's go get them.' The last thing I heard before I opened my eyes was a male voice saying, "Now I'm going to have a little fun". The last thing I saw was the man standing over her undressing. It was the bigger of the two, the one who'd used the gun. I stepped out of the van armed with the crossbow and listened to my brother. 'Walk quickly and quietly, by the time you get there you'll find the one called Mickey taking a piss by the tree. I reckon with my help you'll have no trouble shooting a dart into his head.' I made my way to the house and just as my brother had said the one called Mickey was pissing against the tree. I didn't hesitate, with my brother guiding me I put a bolt in the crossbow, lined it up and fired almost in one movement. It hit the back of his skull dead centre and penetrated his brain killing him instantly. I made straight for the back and the shed. When I got there I saw the one called Colin raping Meredith, he had the knife pointed to her chest while he was talking to her in a calm, clear and very calculating voice. "I guess I've always wanted to find out what it's like to fuck a dead body and I doubt that I'll ever have another chance like this, especially with a pair like you." And then it happened, quicker than I would have believed. I picked up a tennis ball sized rock I hadn't even known was there and was throwing it without even realizing it. It hit the back of his head dead centre with frightening velocity knocking him forward and over Meredith as the knife slipped from his hand. I was quick to move, quick to stab him with his own knife in the one spot that would render him unable to move him but leave him conscious before I pulled him off Meredith's naked body. I was shaking and my heart was pounding. 'Jesus Colin, I thought for a moment that you were going to let him kill Meredith.' 'I was.' 'So what made you change your mind?' 'Sex. I really had intended to let him kill her but seeing as she's so gorgeous I decided to give her a chance to prove herself. And you and Anne should be grateful you're so necessary to my plans.' I cut Meredith and Anne free and they both stood up and started scratching for dear life before they both put their arms around me as they pressed their naked bodies into mine. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I thought... we thought... you were going to be too late. We thought we were going to..." Meredith's voice trailed off as she continued scratching the many mosquito bites that were all over her body as tears began flow freely down her face. Anne with more willpower stopping scratching her bites, and then, knowing the sort of things that had happened previously was quick to calm down, quick to hug Meredith to her and calm her as well. "You'll soon learn to trust him Meredith." Anne allowed her hands to slip down to Meredith's naked bottom as she continued to help her relax. She turned to me then as she continued to toy with Meredith's beautifully rounded arse, as she finally succeeded in calming Meredith down completely. "How did you get past the man at the front, or shouldn't I ask? And what about him, is he dead?" "Get past his friend?" I indicated the man lying dead on the ground. "Well you see he picked an opportune time to take a piss, and he decided the best spot was under the tree in the front yard. Which of course it was," I laughed, "for me. I was able to creep up close to the front fence, and from that distance, must have been about fifteen or twenty feet, I needed only one shaft, I indicated the crossbow I was holding. You know even from that distance it still made a mess of his skull. But you'll be glad to know he didn't suffer. Killed him instantly it did." I moved over to the man on the ground, he was so terrified he was rendered speechless, turned him over and pointed a shaft directly at his forehead and looked at Meredith. Do you think I should put a shaft into this guys head?" Meredith looked around as she finally stopped scratching her bites and her hands found their way to Anne's bottom. She grinned, an indication she was feeling a lot better, and said, "I think we should stake him using some of those bolts. Don't you?" 'You know I think that's a good idea. I think that the decision to keep Meredith alive might have been a good one after all. Especially if she continues to do like she did back at the hotel.' 'Oh you're just hot to fuck her. You just want to stick my cock in her cunt.' 'And you don't.' He laughed. 'The truth is Meredith is more like Anne than even I realised when we first met her, and that as much as anything else is why she's still alive, and why, if she continues to match Anne in everything she does, she'll stay that way. So little brother, if you want to add Meredith to your little harem, I guess the ball's in your court.' I turned to Meredith and Anne and put my arm around both their shoulder's and pulled them to me once they'd finished hugging. Then I said to Meredith, "I think I like that idea." I moved away and said, "All right girls if could give me a hand to get him into position." It was done quickly with the body positioned face-up hiding the knife wound in his back, then I pulled a cloth and a piece of rope out of my pocket, forced the rope into his mouth with the help of his knife and then tied it into position. The girls looked on in amazement as I walked over to the entrance to the shed, moved to the side of the doorway and picked up four pieces of wood I'd seen on arrival. They smiled as I placed a piece of wood under each ankle before spreading each arm and placing the same under each wrist. "What do you think girls?" I looked at them and grinned maliciously. Anne giggled in that way she has when things get violent and she gets turned on. "Oh I think I like the idea, especially after what he did to Meredith, and after the way we had to suffer in there with the flies, mosquitoes, the smell and one huge black fucking spider." I pointed the crossbow at his ankle and even the cloth in his mouth couldn't block out the muffled cries of pain as the first shaft pierced his ankle and went straight through into the wood. Anne smile once again as the first trickle of blood ebbed from the wound. Then she laughed loudly, forgetting the moments before when she cried for Meredith, as I followed that first shaft with three more in the other ankle and both wrists. For two minutes the man's muffled screams filled the shed, for another five he slipped in and out of consciousness before he finally stayed conscious and long enough for me to speak to him. "You're scum do you know that?" I moved my head down close to his and spat into the side of his face. I saw Anne and Meredith move to my side and follow mine with some of theirs. Then I showed him the crossbow again. "I bet you think you're finished with this don't you?" I showed him three more bolts. "Well I'm not, oh I'll be finished with you when I get rid of these." I fired one into each knee-cap and the last one into his skull to kill him, then just as we stood to survey the scene my brother spoke again. 'Time for the cleanup little brother. I think you know the routine by now.' "Shouldn't we find our clothes first?" Asked Meredith on behalf of both her and Anne. 'No they shouldn't.' responded my brother to the question before I had a chance to answer, or even put the question to him. 'Naked girls in the fronts yards of houses around here isn't an unusual sight. Come to that seeing couples fucking in front yards isn't all that unusual either.' I turned to Anne. "Time for that later, cleanup is better done naked," I said stripping my clothes off. And anyway, it's time to teach Meredith our usual routine." Then I turned to Meredith. "We need to do this so we can protect ourselves." I pulled them close, wrapped my arms around both of them and kissed them passionately before I moved back and looked at both of them. "You know what that putrid smell is don't you?" Anne nodded her head. "But I'll bet you don't know there's another dead body at the back in an old bath do you?" "Y-you mean there's more! How many do you think they've killed?" Meredith took her turn to answer that one. "Probably five or six." "At least," I said. "And it could be even more, but it don't really matter we'll be long gone by the time they find the three bodies or anyone's missed. Then when they dig up the other bodies they'll treat it as a gang thing, investigate it for another couple of weeks and when they fail to solve it file it with all the other murders. Right now though it's time to start organising things, time to start getting cleaned up. First we're going to get the body from the front, dump it in the shed and do the same to him as we did to his mate, then I'm going to leave the crossbow between the two bodies." "But why the crossbow?" asked Meredith as she slipped back into Anne's arms for a few seconds. I mean wouldn't a weapon like that be too good to leave behind?" Anne, who with the lessening of her willpower had begun scratch her many mosquito bites sounded a little puzzled. "Come on Winston, I mean it would be good fun to learn to use something so wonderfully lethal." "Because it's not mine that's why, and it's ownership should be easy to trace considering who I stole it from. And I would guess that if even half of the man's criminal connections are true he might very well be asked several uncomfortable questions. As for you wanting to use it, well you're going to have to be satisfied with knives, guns and razor blades. "Now when we're done with that second body we have to clean up anything we touched," I looked at Anne, "that's our Job," then I turned to Meredith, "and anywhere we may have left a footprint, and that means starting by sweeping out this area of the dirt floor with that straw broom, that's your job Meredith," I said pointing to the corner of the shed to the left of the doorway. "Then and only then will we have a shower before cleaning out the bathroom last of all." "So where are our clothes, mine and Meredith's?" asked Anne once we'd finished the cleanup. "I guess if they're true to form then they probably burnt them. Which means all that's probably left is the dirty clothes belonging to the guys," answered Meredith. 'Tell them you think they should stay naked for the ride home, I reckon it'll be entertaining when we pass by a couple of trucks.' 'But what about when they're... ?' 'They'll only be seen by the truck drivers, and maybe a couple of other cars, and a taxi. Oh, and maybe a few pedestrians as well when you go through town. But I guarantee they won't be by the police or other people in official positions who could cause a few problems.' 'You mean it'll just be a little fun for us and embarrassment for them?' 'Oh I think you'll be surprised. Both of them will be a little turned by the idea of doing something naughty like that, especially when you tell them that they'll be perfectly safe. You can say as much, and such is your standing with them now, and such is the trust that they have for you that they won't even consider objecting.' "Winston, WINSTON!" said Anne raising her voice and finally getting my attention as she ran a finger through the labia of Meredith's aroused pussy and as Meredith responded in kind. "What do we do? We can't go home like this." I looked at each girl in turn, I was getting aroused at the sight of them fingering each other's vagina. "Why not? Would you trust me if I said you'd be safe from the police and other people in authority and that all you would be doing is turning on a couple of truck drivers, a few motorists and several pedestrians?" "I don't know," responded Anne, "I mean it's one thing to be naked at home. And fucking the 'family' but I've never been naked in public before. I'm not sure that I can..." It was then that Meredith surprised me. "Come on Anne let's do it, my cunt's getting wet just thinking about it." 'You'd better believe her little brother, she's so wet she'd take all of your thick cock without feeling the slightest twinge of pain.' "Yeah I can feel it you randy fucking slut," said Anne as she slid two fingers deep into Meredith's soaking wet pussy. "Yeah you can talk," responded Meredith as she pulled her fingers from Anne's pussy, licked them and then grabbed her hand and headed to the front door. Anne, who barely had time to remove her fingers from Meredith's pussy stumbled for a couple of strides before she eventually fell into stride with a fast moving Meredith. She looked around at me, grinned and said as she shrugged her shoulders, "Uuhhhmmm! Naked it is then." ------- My father was waiting. He wasn't naked but his cock was poking out of his pyjama pants and into Connie's cunt as she sat astride his lap facing away from him. "You took a while, what... ?" It was at that moment that both he and Connie realised Anne and Meredith were naked and had walked into the house that way. "Hey where are the girls clothes?" Connie laughed as she continued to bounce on and off my father's cock. "Seems to me they couldn't wait to fuck him before they got home." Connie licked her lips sensuously as she slowed down her fucking of my father's cock. "Can't say as I blame them." My father looked the girls up and down as he started a slow thrusting motion up into Connie's cunt. "Seems to me that with all of those mosquito bites there's a bit more to it than that. Now suppose you all tell us what happened between the three of you." "Haven't you got any lotion for these goddamn bites Cyril?" Asked Meredith as she began to scratch some down near her pussy lips. "Of course we have, and I'll even put it on for you," he grinned as he fucked Connie even harder, "if you'll let me." "Sounds good to me," Meredith licked her lips and grinned lecherously, "DADDY!" "All right that's settled." He turned Connie's head and gave her a little kiss on the lips. "Would you like to do same to our sweet and delicious Anne?" Connie bounced even harder on my father's cock. "Try and stop me." Nearly an hour later, we took time out for a cup of Maria's delicious espresso coffee, I had, with the help of Anne and Meredith, related the entire story of the evening, from the satisfactory conclusion of the family business, the episode in South Melbourne hotel, and the visit to where Meredith used to live. I left out, at Colin's insistence, just how close Meredith came to being killed. My father looked to Maria who, dressed as always in her skimpy French maid outfit, was waiting at the doorway to be dismissed for the night. "If you would like to get the lotion, a big bag of cotton wool and an old sheet you're free until Friday night," he grinned, "unless you'd like to keep my son company while Connie and I help relieve Anne and Meredith's suffering?" Maria looked at me her expression one of indecision. She was a ghostly presence at most of our orgies and had seen her share of close sexual encounters but she had never once participated though I suspected that there was a bit of the voyeur in her. "I don't know Mr. Cyril, I've never thought... I mean I like to look but I don't know if I'd... I mean I've seem Mr. Winston's penis and I don't know if..." "It's a cock Maria. My son has a very thick, long cock." My father stood up and moved over to Maria in the doorway. "I'll tell you what Maria," he said placing his left hand on her right hip and his right on her black lace panty-clad bottom beneath her skirt, "you go and get the lotion, the cotton wool and sheet. And while your doing that think about what you want to do. If you decide you want to leave and come back Friday then return dressed, but if you decide that you want to have sex with my son then come back naked." Maria hesitated, she was still totally confused, before finally walking out of the room. 'Would you like to fuck her little brother?' 'I've always wanted to fuck her, I thought you would've... ' 'It was a rhetorical question. And in case you haven't worked it out Maria will come back naked and she will love the three climax fucking you're going to give her.' 'Sounds good to me, ' I thought as I watched Connie ride my father to a climax both for her and for him as he spewed a respectable amount of cum into Connie's cunt. "Ooh yummy," said Meredith as she licked and dove for Connie's pussy just as soon as she dismounted from my father's softening cock. "I just love cum, and I love pussy." She looked up as she took a lick of Connie's pussy. "I guess that's one thing I should thank those pricks at my old place for." "Where would Mr. Cyril like the sheet?" We had all been so entranced with Meredith's licking of Connie's pussy that none of us had seen or heard Maria return. We looked around as one and saw that Maria was indeed naked and was carrying the sheet over one arm while holding the lotion and the cotton wool. "Just lay it on the floor in the middle of the room Maria." He grinned as he looked up and down her sexy body with it's delicious olive complexion before stopping and focusing on her well-trimmed bush of pubic hair. "I think you have more important things on your mind. Now take my son and his cock back to his room and let him fuck your brains out. ------- "Ooh Master Winston," said Maria as I placed her legs on my shoulders and slipped my cock into her dripping wet pussy, "that feels so good." 'I'll say it does little brother. You know this isn't going to be the last time we have some of this perfectly delightful pussy don't you?' 'Yes Colin I do.' I smiled to myself. 'I presume I won't have any trouble keeping up with all of these horny women?' 'Well that's a silly question.' ------- Chapter 19: Thursday March 10: Bristoll Slips... Again! "Penny for your thoughts sweetheart." Anne moved on to her side, pressed her naked breasts against my chest and kissed me on the cheek as her hand moved slowly down towards my groin and my rapidly hardening cock. "Yeah," said Meredith from my other side as she pressed her own naked body against me, "what's our hero thinking about?" 'There's plenty more where that came from, now tell Anne and Meredith to go sleep, tell Anne you need to think about what her next step with Nathaniel Bristoll will be, because we certainly do.' I did. I had of course, at Colin's insistence told Meredith that Anne was playing at being Nathaniel Bristoll's boyfriend, but of course I hadn't told her why so she knew no more than anyone else about the game my brother and I were playing. I kissed my girls gently before they both turned over, closed their eyes and went to sleep with, I thought a little help. 'Well of course I gave them a hand, we don't need to be disturbed at the moment.' 'What do you mean Colin?' 'We, or rather the pair of you, were seen together by a man. Not that that's important in the long term it's just that he knows Anne by her association with Bristoll. Now it was because he was thinking of that relationship that I was able to suggest he drive home a certain way and see Bristoll in the area. Now I have absolutely no doubt that he'll put two and two together when he hears about the incident I'm about to describe and also recalls hearing about the attack on Alison Braithwaite.' 'What did he see?' 'Close your eyes and I'll show you.' 'But how can you, I mean if it's already happened how can I... ?' 'Like I said once before you don't know all my tricks. You know little brother the bastard really did try hard, it's just that he's too weak. After that episode on Monday night with those three kids he would have been all right, he had a long working day on Tuesday and a set of concentrated exercises at the gym yesterday to keep him out of trouble. He would've been fine if he hadn't seen the slim, perfectly groomed, dark haired and picture perfect Barbara Donovan at the garage in her parent's car. Fine if her parents hadn't said they were going out for dinner and would be home late. Fine if they hadn't said they were dropping her off and would be continuing on. 'That was at quarter past six. By eight-thirty, around the time I left you to clean up at the house where you killed that couple with that drill, he was packing his bag as if he was headed to the sports centre for another gym session. Except that this time he added the same equipment to the bag he'd used at the Braithwaite girl's house. 'Fifteen minutes later he was at the house. Only one set of lights belonging to a car turning out of Faversham Road could have picked him out, and they turned left. He thought that maybe the driver would have had trouble picking anyone out. But he didn't reckon on the driver of the car, the man I was telling you about, recognising him. 'He waited fifteen or twenty minutes until it was pitch black and the only lights that could be seen were those showing from the houses that backed onto the woods. As he dressed in his gear he couldn't help thinking about Alison Braithwaite, couldn't help thinking that Susan, sorry Anne, should've been around when he needed her. Now come on little brother close your eyes.' I closed my eyes and relaxed as a picture began to form. The first I saw was one of Bristoll jumping the fence. He walked with his bag to her bedroom window and peeped carefully inside, he was smiling. 'That's because she's still wearing the same clothes from before and he knows that the towel on the bed means a shower and the perfect opportunity for him to break in.' Right at the moment though the girl was at her desk on the opposite side of the room to the dresser studying. A pile of four or five textbooks and a number of notepads either side of her computer suggested she'd been at it for a while or was planning a long night. Either way it was plain to me that Bristoll would have to be patient. 'We don't have to be though, if you just hang on Fred I'll speed things up.' I suddenly started to feel dizzy as my mind went temporarily blank. Then just as I was starting to feel nauseous the picture returned. Bristoll was watching as Caroline packed up her books, turned off her computer, grabbed her towel and in a flurry of activity left the room. All the action then was with Bristoll as he pulled the glasscutter out of the bag and in less than two minutes was patiently waiting behind the bedroom door. 'This next bit takes another fifteen minutes so I'll fast-forward it to the moment she comes back into the room.' When the picture returned it was just in time to see Bristoll pressing the chloroform soaked cloth against the face of the girl. He moved with her, keeping the force and noise of her drop to the floor down to a minimum, picked up her body and deposited it on the bed before removing the towel. Before he examined her fully he tied her hands and feet to the legs of the bed and taped up her mouth. He then quickly freed his erect penis from the confines of his trousers and I watched with disgust as he began to masturbate while ogling her naked body. But it seemed worse was to come when he pulled an extra large cucumber out of his bag. 'Here's where he starts to feel guilty, even if it's a little too late. You see out of nowhere Anne popped into his mind. He asked himself what had changed, a week out of his life, the thought of six days without 'Susan' was making him go crazy, and for what. The risk of losing the only good thing that had happened in his entire life.' I watched as he untied her hands and feet, put a dressing gown over her, put everything back in his bag and got himself ready to go. Watched as he went to her computer, found 'Word' and left a message. It read: 'PLEASE ACCEPT MY DEEPEST APOLOGIES THIS WAS A MOMENT OF COMPLETE AND UTTER MADNESS' Signed A CRAZY MAN WHO'S NOT CRAZY ANYMORE He waited and listened for any sounds of her parents and checked both ways outside before climbing out of the window. Cloth in hand he cleaned all around the window frame before hopping over the fence as quickly as he could. The vision cleared and I opened my eyes. 'But where does this man fit in?' 'He knows people and lives not far from Bristoll's house. 'Now Bristoll is going to suddenly decide he needs a change of scenery on his Saturday run. Now if this man's behaviour runs true to form then I expect him to confront Bristoll when he runs past his house. Not only that but I expect him to ask something else of him. This will require 'Susan Dixon' to return early and be fully supportive of poor Nathaniel no matter what the problem. Unfortunately Fred you may have to endure Anne living up to those stories we invented for her to tell Bristoll.' 'Don't tell me that these friends of this man are all men. Don't tell me that a whole lot of men are going to fuck her!' 'I'm afraid so. The price Anne is going to have to pay on Bristoll's behalf is a heavy one and I could probably stop it from happening but it needs to happen and Bristoll needs to witness it happening.' 'But isn't that leaving things a little to chance? I mean you said yourself that you have no influence over people unless they come into direct contact with me.' 'There are exceptions, like I said before you don't know everything there is to know. But one thing we have to do is get things moving this weekend, find out the plans of this man, exactly how he intends to use Anne. We also need to know exactly what his plans are with Anne and Bristoll, whether or not he simply plans to tell on Bristoll or, as I tend to think is more probable, has plans of his own, plans that will include that trust money Bristoll spoke to Anne about.' 'But how can he find out about the trust fund if he's never met Bristoll?' 'Because of who he knows. Now it may be that instead of making Anne bring Bristoll back here we may have to change the point of attack, we may even have to deal with more people than just Bristoll and the man. Still there's not a lot we can do about that for now, meanwhile how about waking up Meredith and that girlfriend of yours, I don't think you'll have any trouble get it up a couple of times before you go to sleep.' ------- Chapter 20: Friday March 11: Just A Game Of Snooker! Breakfast was good the following morning, my father and I were sitting at the table with three naked women and one wearing a black apron over her otherwise naked body who had been invited to join us after she had cooked and served the meal. Maria was sitting on my father's lap and helping him eat from a big plate full of bacon and eggs as she tried desperately to raise a cock that had already done it's duty by Connie less than an hour before. Meredith was on my lap and thoroughly enjoying herself as she bounced up and down on my hard cock while Anne was sitting on Connie's lap and taking liberties with her breasts and pussy as they both forgot completely about their breakfast. A half-hour later the breakfast plates had been emptied, Meredith had extracted a fair load of cum from me and had left to join Anne and Connie in the shower while Maria, having given up on any hope of raising my father's 'dead soldier', had left taking the breakfast dishes with her. My father leant forward. "Tell you what why don't you and Anne take the opportunity to go out seeing as Anne doesn't have anything to with this Bristoll character at the moment." "I don't think I'd like to go if it's all the same to you Cyril," said Anne who had returned at precisely that moment with Meredith and Connie standing either side of her. If it's all the same to you I think I'd prefer to keep Meredith company." "You don't have to stay," said Meredith with a little smile. After all DADDY and Connie will be here to keep me company." I watched Anne move towards Meredith, watched as she hugged Meredith to her. "And what if I want to stay girlfriend, what if I want to spend the day ravishing that sexy body of yours? Meredith hugged Anne back and I smiled. From that moment I knew that my two girls were going to stay and spend the day naked and in each other's arms "Okay then," said my father. He then turned to Connie and said, "Why don't you and Winston go out somewhere. I mean it's not as if the two of you have been out together in a while." "But what about you pop, I indicated Connie, what if you suddenly find yourself feeling a little randy and in desperate need of..." "There's always Maria. After all I will be able to get it up again shortly," said my father. Then he turned to Anne and Meredith. "Besides I can always join with the girls. "Now take Connie and go." "I still don't think that would be such a good idea pop, I mean..." 'Well I do.' My brother was back. 'I fancy a game of snooker at a place I know a few miles from here and Connie will fit into my scheme rather nicely.' 'You mean that you planned for Connie to go, that Anne and Meredith not wanting to go and my father planning time with Maria and offering Connie as company was preordained by you?' 'Of course now tell your father yes.' I hesitated for what I thought was the correct amount of the time. "All right, if you're sure you'll be able to manage the chores and a day of fun without us, if you're sure you won't miss Connie while she's gone." "Winston, will you please take Connie and go." ------- I put my left arm around Connie as she snuggled against me. I was grateful that she was happy to cuddle up to me and wasn't feeling very talkative because I had some questions for my brother. 'You have to tell me what this is all about, I mean we're not just playing snooker for something to do are we? I mean there is a purpose to this exercise isn't there.' 'Of course, that man, his name is Sherman Armstrong by the way, that man who witnessed what Bristoll did, who saw you and Anne coming out of that house last night allowed his thoughts to drift to these people he knows and I think it would be a good idea if we got to know them too.' 'You said he just saw us, said it was nothing to worry about.' 'Sorry I guess I misled you. Anyway it won't matter in the long run.' 'You mean it's just a couple more people to kill is that it?' 'Will you stop interrupting, and yes it is. One of them happens to be a young bloke in his early twenties who frequents a particular billiard saloon. Naturally he plays snooker for money, but now and again when the opportunity arises he likes nothing better than having an interest outside of the cash bet. The game often takes place in a private room upstairs, that is if he can find suitable opposition, which on the rare occasions it does happen usually comes from the local teenagers and their girlfriends.' 'How the hell do you know all this, I mean it's not as if this is something you could find out in the normal course of events.?' 'That's true, unless of course the girlfriend of this man, her name is Erin Macintosh, wishes it was her that accompanied him to the billiard saloon, wishes it was her that was his stake for the game.' 'You mean there's a chance she might be there?' 'Unfortunately no, but it will give us a chance to get acquainted with this young man through you, Connie and a rather special game of snooker.' "Do you reckon you'll find someone to play?" Connie had sat up with a question. "I mean you are pretty good. And are you going to play for money?" 'Tell her the stake might include her as well as the money.' "Of course. But would you mind if part of the stake included you?" "Hang on you've never been to this place have you?" I shook my head. "Then how do you know such a game is possible?" "Just trust me." "Guess I'll have to. Anyway sounds like it could be fun having two men fighting over me, even if it is only on a billiard table, even if there will be another girl in the equation." She kissed me on the cheek and placed my hand on her bare thigh. "I hope it's you that'll be doing that but I guess--" she pushed my hand higher up her thigh "--that if the best man wins I'll just have to make the most of whatever is on offer, you know take what — er — comes!" 'What's this place like, are the tables any good?' 'Won't matter, you'll beat whoever you play. Oh turn left at the end of the town and pull into the first parking spot you find.' I turned the corner, parked the car and looked up at what could only have been a fifty year old shop front, it's white paint was peeling and a blacked out window with the letters 'PO L HAL' imprinted on the picture of a billiard table that had a similarly tatty look. "Doesn't look like much of a place." Connie looked at me as we got out of the van. I took her hand as we walked into the place and up to a shabby looking counter covered with the remains of a very old looking Formica top. Occupying two stools at the counter were a middle-aged man dressed in jeans and a check shirt and a young fellow similarly attired who must have been his son. 'Ask for the table by the window Fred, the one with the coffee table and two chairs on that little platform that are visible from just about any point in the room. And get Connie to buy the coffee while you're putting in a little practice, I want her to be noticed.' I got the table as ordered and walked over with the box of balls. 'How could she not be noticed, I mean if her tits pushed any harder against that T-shirt they'd be poking through it, and I don't know how she'll be able to sit down in that white mini without flashing her panties.' 'That's precisely the idea Fred, I want her to show them off because our friend, whoever he is, is supposed to notice her and drift in your direction suggesting a challenge. Right now though I'll see if I can't locate our target, though I must admit I have my doubts as to whether he's even here.' By the time Connie came back I had the reds set up, the colours on their spots and was about to cue up. I wondered if there would be any change to my game because despite Connie's opinion I was a very average player. 'How can you even ask a question like that little brother, I mean haven't you been bowling long enough to know the answer to that. Now start practicing so I can concentrate on looking around.' I set the cue ball in bulk between the brown and the yellow and decided to try and come off the pack of reds at enough of an angle to cross the table behind the blue and settle next to the green. Then if things went according to plan a red should have separated from the pack far enough to make a difficult shot into the top left pocket. I picked up a cue from the rack, rolled it on the surface to see if it was straight, — it was — chalked the tip and lined up my shot. I hit the white instinctively, as if I knew the correct strength and the right amount of side, then I watched with delight as the white clipped the reds nicely, came off the top cushion, off the right and finally off the left cushion with just enough pace to stop within an inch of the green. I looked up the table and saw a red split from the pack just far enough to allow me a difficult cut into the top pocket. I reached again for the chalk hanging from the rope at the corner of the table, rubbed it over the tip of my cue a couple of times and lined up the shot knowing instinctively that the ball would go in. This was incredible, I looked at the red and knew exactly the spot I would have to hit it, looked at the white and somehow knew I would hit it with the right amount of pace and side to connect with another red at the back which would allow me to stay on the black at such an angle that I could break up the pack of reds. And so it proved, I watched the red slide in without touching the sides and saw the white touch the red at the back of the pack leaving me with the perfect angle on the black I'd visualised. I walked down the table then and after barely giving myself time to line up hammered the black into the top right pocket as I sent the white cannoning into the group of reds. "Wow oh wow!" Connie was standing now, she was close to me and reaching up to put her arms around my neck. "That was fantastic, I mean I've never in the short time I've known you seen you play two shots as good as that." "I guess it must be your company because I feel so good." I couldn't help but wonder if Connie's reaction was pleasing to my brother, after all the way she was reaching up to hug and kiss me had to be having the desired effect. The other question of course was, if the right person was around for us to benefit from the display of her panties. 'Yes she is and yes he's here little brother. He'll be coming over shortly because he saw Connie and her skimpy panties when she hugged you, and he also saw you play those two shots which impressed him enough to want to play you. In the meantime keep playing, and by all means pot a few shots, but miss some as well otherwise he'll never be interested.' I did just that, managing to clear the table with a highest break of thirty four (three blacks, a blue and a green) before he came over. 'Here he comes, now he's going to suggest a wager straight away including the girl but he'll leave the size of the cash bet up to you. Make it two hundred a game and best three out of five, you'll win naturally. Then you'll take advantage with a little party in the manager's private room while I make use of the opportunity to locate where he lives. You just have to remember one thing, when you leave here you won't have me for company for a while.' "Hey I like your taste in women." This had to be the man my brother was talking about. "And you look to be a pretty good snooker player as well, don't suppose you'd be prepared to put the two together, add some cash and take a challenge?" He held out his hand and confirmed what I'd previously thought. "Name's Keith Mitchell and I'll leave the amount of the stake to you." I found myself looking at a short thick-set man with a slightly receding hairline and thick forearms that made him look exceptionally strong. Mason turned to a short, pretty well-stacked girl standing beside him. "This is my girl, her name is Donna Matheson and I promise you she's worth winning!" I took the proffered hand and introduced myself. "How about two hundred a game?" He nodded his agreement. "We play five frames, first to three wins a shot at both girls." He nodded again as I grabbed Connie's hand and pulled her alongside me. "This walking sexpot who's almost wearing her clothes is Connie Smith, she's game for anything--" I watched his eyes turn in her direction "--and likes nothing better than adding a little spice to her menu, and if this game gives her a chance at a strange, if you'll forgive the description, dish then she'll be all for it." "In that case then so are we, Keith Mitchell placed his left hand on the right buttock of Donna Matheson. "See, I told you this morning that I had a feeling something good was going to happen today." She didn't answer, instead she just smiled lasciviously and purred her agreement as she arched her arse into Mitchell's stroking hand while he continued. "And I think I know just the place for the game and the party." Connie moved close to Mitchell, looked him up and down and shook her hips in his direction, a move that gave him another glimpse of her white panties. "Uuhhmm looks like your little bundle of hormones are bubbling over, I think I may just get a little confused over who I want to win." Donna didn't give her boyfriend a chance to answer Connie's suggestive comment. "Oooh me too!" She walked over to me and put her left arm around my neck as she ran the index finger of her right hand down my chest, over my stomach towards the belt buckle where she stopped. "Uuhhhmmm, if I kept going what would I find?" I looked at the girl, at the hungry look in her eyes that suggested exactly what she was capable of, exactly how much fun she would get to know. "Would you mind if I did?" She turned to Connie after a long breathless hush and asked again. "Would you?" Connie's answer was typical even making Colin laugh. "Like Winston said, different menu, different cut of meat!" "Well the quicker we get started the better," said Keith. "Just thinking about it's making me horny," said Donna. "You'd better fucking believe it," put in Connie. "It's just a shame we have to wait for them to finish a couple of silly games of snooker before we can get down to some serious fucking." I watched as Keith Mitchell suddenly walked over to the counter and had a few words to the man behind the counter before returning with a smile on his face and a key in his hand. "We have the use of the manager's private room upstairs, which gives me another idea." He turned to Donna. "You remember the game we played against my mate Alex and his girlfriend?" "You mean the one where you and I had to... ?" "Exactly." 'I'll give you one guess what they're going to suggest little brother.' I didn't need to be Einstein to figure it out, one look at the lecherous grin on Donna's face told me all I needed to know, strip-snooker and fucking was going on the menu. 'Got it in one Winston, now tell them you agree. Ask for a sixteen break or better.' I took Connie's hand and smiled at Keith Mitchell and Donna Matheson in turn. "It's strip-snooker you're talking about isn't it?" When they confirmed that it was I turned to Connie. "How about it, are you game?" She turned, pressed herself full-length against, reached up and wrapped her arms around her neck, waited until my hands were on her arse through here panties, her skirt had hiked up nearly to her waist, and grinned. "Just try and stop me!" Ten minutes later we were upstairs in the private room. It was exclusive and cosy with highly polished pinewood panelling, red carpet and two white velvet lounge chairs either side of a round pine table. On the walls either side of the table were pictures of the greats of the snooker game, people like Australia's own Eddie Charlton. Legends like Joe Davis and Ray Reardon. Heroes of a more modern era, players like Steve Davis, 'Rocking Ronnie' Sullivan and legendary Scottish snooker machine Steven Hendry. At the rear of the room were two more, life-size pictures of Australia's billiard legends, the brothers Lindrum, Walter and Horace. They were to the right of a second door that presumably led to the manager's office, to the left of the same door was a two by four mirror set at eye level. On the table were four cans of Coke sitting on place mats in the design and colour of billiard tables. Next to the cans was the first four hundred dollars and sitting in the chairs were Connie and Donna. 'Let's raise his expectations a little Fred by allowing him a victory in the first game. Connie will lose her shoes and socks while you'll have no luck and Donna won't get the opportunity to do what she does best, taking her clothes off! Don't worry though, you'll win the second game and do the same to Donna while Keith will do enough to strip Connie down to her bra and panties. After that he'll win the third and you the last two, by which time both girls will have no clothes left to take off and you will have received a visit from the manager.' I tossed the coin and waited for Keith to call. He chose heads successfully and offered the break to me. Everything went exactly as planned in the first game, right down to the finishing black which jawed out of the top right pocket and finished no more than a couple of inches away. With the white no more than three feet away the next shot was going to be an easy one. "Do it Keith do it, this is the easiest shot of the whole game." Donna Matheson stood up and pressed her well-stacked body against his. Smiling in response Mitchell placed his hand in the small of her back and pulled her to him. "Well we'll just see about that won't we Connie." I pulled her out of her chair and looked in their direction as Keith Mitchell began to line up his shot. "Come on Connie let's see just how good his concentration really is." I pulled Connie's skirt up until her panties were in full view, sat down and pulled her onto my lap. "All Keith has to do is pot the black to win by a point fifty four to fifty three." "Uuuhhhhmmmm! So good Winston." Connie placed one of my hands on her right breast outside the tight cropped T-shirt she was wearing and ran her tongue over her upper lip as she looked in Mitchell's direction. "I guess this--" her laugh was gentle and fun loving not nasty "--could be considered unsportsmanlike conduct but I can't help it I get so horny in situations like this. I bet you like it too don't you Keith?" He took a deep breath, checked his watch, looked away from the scene Connie and I were acting out in front of him and lined up the simple shot, which of course he made easily. "One down two to go lover. See these?" Donna pulled her skirt up. "They're just about as black as that ball you just potted." She smile saucily at Keith, thumbed her nose cheekily in our direction and turned back to her boyfriend before rubbing her right hand over the front of her panties. "Just imagine what you can do with these little black things after you win the next game." She held her skirt at waist level, pressed herself against Mitchell, placed his hand on her bottom and French-kissed him for the longest time. "There, that's just in case you need a little inspiration." Then she pulled away and looked at me. "Course it could inspire you too." The second game proved to be an almost instant replay of the first, except that I won on the pink and matched Keith's two sixteens from the first game leaving both girls full dressed except for their shoes and socks. 'I thought you said that... ' 'Oh really little brother are you honestly in such a hurry for Connie to lose all her clothes and get naked? I mean it will happen, but you'll just have to give it time.' Both girls were clearly a little disappointed about the way the games had gone so far and it was Donna who voiced her disapproval. "Hey, we thought that by the end of the last game we might at least be down to our undies, now isn't it about time one, or preferably both, of you pulled your respective fingers out of your arses and began playing some decent snooker?" She walked over to Keith and I — we were standing side by side — and rubbed an open palm over each of our groins. "After all snooker is only my second favourite indoor sport." "I'm afraid that under the circumstances I would have to agree with them. I would have thought that with two games gone one of these lovely young ladies would be in a slightly more... shall we say... provocative state of dress." The owner of the voice appeared from the doorway at the back of the room. "In fact I'd even go so far as to say that your standard of play is making my galaxy of stars blush. Maybe a couple of beers would help a little, what do you say?" He turned questioningly to me, waited until I nodded my head agreeably and then turned to Keith who was equally amenable before turning to walk away. The manager didn't get very far before Mitchell called him back. "What about the girls Richard? Now I know you've a reasonably good cask of Moselle in your fridge." "And quite right too." He turned to each girl in turn, took a hand and kissed it elegantly as he made no attempt to hide his ogling of their panties which, having stayed on display all during that second game, were still very much on show, then he turned to Connie. "Please forgive me for failing to introduce myself to someone as lovely as yourself. Keith, Donna and I are old friends but in case they neglected to tell you, my name is Richard Shulton." He turned around and held out his hand which I gripped in a firm handshake. "Pleased to meet you." Then he walked back the way he came. "Please don't let me interrupt your game anymore, I'll be back in a minute with your drinks." He winked in the girl's direction. "You never know there might be some action by then." His attention however was more focused on Connie. "I shall look forward to seeing a lot more of you." I watched him walk back into the other room before I turned to Mitchell. "You mean he's going to watch?" I wasn't really bothered and I knew Connie would enjoy showing herself off but I figured he would expect some sort of a question. "Of course! What do you think is on the other side of that mirror?" "You mean it's glass and that he can see into this room? Now I suppose you're going to tell me that he might even join us afterwards?" "How else do you think we get the use of his private room?" 'I'm very much afraid the manager's wish is my command little brother. You're going to lose, not only that but you're going to arrange the game in such a way that Mitchell can't help but get three breaks of sixteen or better leaving Connie in just her panties. Donna I'm afraid will retain the rest of her clothes.' And that's what happened. With Colin's help I found it easy to set up a colour while just missing a red, easy to make it look a trifle unlucky as I set up another simple shot. I took notice of Connie's reaction when she had to slip off her T-shirt. Ever the show-off Connie was proud of her figure and more than happy at the thought of exposing it. Even more enlightening was the reaction of Keith Mitchell, first to the loss of her top and then to the sight of her breasts as the skirt and bra followed at later stages of the game. I looked from Connie, who had her arms wrapped around Mitchell from side on and her naked breasts pressed into his side, to Donna who looked disappointed to be still dressed except for her shoes and socks. I watched Keith Mitchell walk over and retrieve the four hundred dollars putting him in front by two hundred dollars, watched him turn to the manager who had given up the pretence of walking in and out of the room. "Guess one of us decided to play some snooker." Keith Mitchell's hand slipped down to Connie's right buttock while I took a sip of my beer and sat down. "But then I had plenty to play for." He led Connie over to me as he readied himself to break for the next game. "I don't think it would take much for your luck to change young man," said the manager who with a familiarity built out of a close association sat down in Donna's chair and pulled her onto his lap, "and when it does I reckon you'll be agreeably surprised by what Donna has to offer." The gleam in his eye suggested to me that he'd definitely seen it before. I checked Donna's reaction. Not one to leave anything unsaid she was straight to the point. "If you're asking has Richard seen it before Winston, the answer is most definitely yes." She took his hand and placed it on her pussy over her panties and under her skirt. "Seen it and fucked it! as have most of Keith's friends at one time or another. Now the least you can do is pull your finger out and help me get rid of some of these fucking clothes. I mean I'm almost jealous of your horny girlfriend." She turned to Connie and smiled. "In the nicest possible way of course. So how about you Winston," Donna got off the manager's lap, walked over, placed a finger under my chin, tilted it up and kissed me, "how about doing the right thing." 'So! Am I going to do the right thing?' 'Honestly Freddie my boy, such a question. If she wants to take all of her clothes off who are we to deprive her of the opportunity. And anyway like the manager said it wouldn't take much for your luck to change for the better.' 'You mean I really am going to win these last two games?' 'Of course! I told you that it was part of the plan and I meant it. When Mitchell eventually does lose the manager will offer you the use of his private office at a small fee while Mitchell plays the part of a bad-tempered loser, which apparently is usual for him, and finds something else to do, which of course will be going home. Keith Mitchell had broken by this stage and the white was in position just to the right of the brown with only one red clear and in a potable position. The question I had to consider was should I try the red or play safe. Under normal circumstances I would have played safe but then there was my brother to consider. 'You're going to pot the thing of course Winston. Position the cue for a little bottom left hand side and wait for me to tell you when to play the shot and how much power to use.' And that's what I did, following my brother's instructions to the letter I potted the red and left a perfect angle to pot the black and split the remaining reds. A straight red into the top pocket gave me the chance to leave the white where the red had been standing for another black and the opportunity for Donna to finally get down to some serious stripping. "And about fuckin' time too Winston." Donna walked over and stood in front of me. "Maybe you'd like to take this off." She placed my hands on her blouse. "Uuhhmm, happy to." I took it slowly savouring the experience as Donna's huge breasts, clad in a flimsy lace bra gradually revealed themselves. "And very nice too." I undid the last button, slid the garment off her shoulders and threw it towards a vacant chair where Connie's clothes had been placed. "Nothing I like better than seeing handfuls of tit bouncing around on such a cute and cuddly body." I took a look at the table and pointed to two more reds. "You know Donna, I might just be able to add a couple of blacks to those two reds so I can get a close-up look at those frilly little panties you were flashing." "Oh I wish you would Winston, I wish you would. Here," she placed my hands on her breasts over her lacy black bra, "maybe a feel of my tits will bring you luck." Of course with my brother's help I didn't need that sort of luck. Four reds matched with four blacks meant I was leading thirty two to nil and had successfully relieved Donna of her blouse and skirt. 'Now let's not embarrass Mitchell too much little brother, how about if you play that red next to the pink, have it lip the pocket and head towards bulk. The white should stay close giving him an easy red but only one of the smaller colours. With nothing on after that he'll try a safety shot and fail giving you another chance to build a break.' 'Will I succeed?' 'You keep asking the same stupid question. Now what do YOU think little brother, what do YOU think? Now come on I want to see her breasts as much as you do.' By the end of the game I had won easily, both girls were dressed only in their panties and things had got decidedly raunchy with the attention the manager was getting from both Connie and Donna. "Well, well," said the manager who had a girl on each knee, an arm around each shoulder and a hand trailing dangerously close to a naked breast of each girl, "it looks as though things have come down to this last game." He looked to each girl in turn as he finally began to stroke the breasts he had been edging close to, then he turned his attention to both Mitchell and me. "You can have the use of my office, the fridge and all of it's contents on one condition." He focused his attention on me. "Keith and Donna know what I'm talking about, the question is how will you feel about me joining your little party?" I had to smile. "Well there is only one of me and seeing as Donna is probably used to your attentions I guess really you only need an answer from Connie. If it's fine with her how can I refuse? That is of course if I win." Connie took that as her cue, turned to face the manager and with legs astride his knee pressed her breasts hard into his chest as she kissed him hungrily. "Oh I can fuck Winston any time, you I'll only get one shot at. And if Keith wins it'll just make the sex even more interesting." "Well Richard I guess you just got your answer, now I reckon it's about time I got this game started." I turned to Mitchell. "How about I see just how safe I can play this shot." 'Very I reckon little brother. Now remember to follow what I said and you should be able to slot it neatly behind the brown.' I did exactly that and watched as the white clipped the pack of reds near the back, came off the cushion not far from the yellow, bounced off the back cushion lightly and came to rest touching the brown. "Oh Jesus Hillman, now what the fuck am I supposed to do with that?" "How about giving me four points and leaving me set up on a red. From there I reckon I'll be able to notch that sixteen I need to relieve Donna of those sexy little panties of hers." I watched with calm assurance and a degree of certainty as Mason set himself using a high bridge to avoid touching the brown. I saw the white bounce off the back and side cushions, miss the pack of reds, bounce off the top cushion and clip the black leaving me set up on a red close to the pocket top left. It was all the start I needed, the red was quickly followed by a solid black, two more reds, a pink and a blue and another two red-black combinations before I left the table after a break of thirty seven. With the seven penalty from Mitchell hitting the black instead of a red and with a forty-four to nil lead I had the privilege of removing Donna's panties. It was an act she was always going to make a production of, sitting me in the vacant chair and standing between my spread legs as I slid them over her hips, down her thighs and off while her shiny wet pussy thrust dangerously close to my drooling tongue. The game degenerated after that, the more controlled my play the more Keith Mitchell lost his temper. In fact such was my domination I finished up winning the game ninety-two to nineteen. "Fucking slut would probably have been a lousy lay anyway." Mitchell had been looking directly at Connie before he turned his attention to me. "And don't think you're getting too much from this used up fucking tramp." Both girls were anxious to jump a Keith and take it out on him but the manager was able to hold them down firmly and gently. "No don't do it he's not worth it." He allowed his left hand to squeeze the left breast of the still panty-clad Connie who was perched anxiously on his knee while his right moved between Donna's legs to gently toy with her pussy lips. She was perched on a hastily retrieved hand towel so that she didn't leak any pussy juice onto his suit trousers. I turned to face Mitchell. "You better learn to control that mouth of yours Mitchell, taking it out on me is one thing, but the girls deserve better. I mean losing is one thing and being upset is understandable, especially when you lose like this." I was ready to have it out there and then when my brother interrupted. 'No! This is going exactly as I planned. I want him to lose his temper and I want you to make him mad. Tell him the best thing he can do is go for a walk, tell him you'll let him know in a couple of hours how the party was and whether his girlfriend is 'all used up' as he puts it.' I followed my brother's instructions to the letter, let Mitchell walk out before speaking to Colin. 'I suppose I'll have to get along without you for now won't I.' 'Oh I wouldn't worry if I was you, I'll be back before you run out of steam, all I need to know is where Mitchell lives and who he associates with. I need to know just how many there will be around when Anne and Bristoll keep there part of the bargain when we finally get to the last act of this little drama.' With that my brother disappeared and I was being pulled by the manager, Connie, who had immediately had her panties removed by Donna, and Donna herself into the other room. Five minutes later I was lying on the bed-settee after it had been pulled out into a double bed. I was naked with a bottle of Traminer Riesling and stamina that was struggling to match my sexual appetite. The manager had disappeared thanks to a call from the desk downstairs, not that I was worried about that as I lay on my back with a hard-on that Connie was holding straight up while Donna was busy lowering herself onto it. The girl smiled at me as she rubbed the shiny, puffy wetness of her labia against my knob, held my gaze so I felt rather than saw the sensation of my cock entering her. Then suddenly it was a tongue I felt, Connie's tongue. Indeed Donna must have felt it too judging by the lecherous expression that replaced the simple smile she'd worn before. When finally I chose to look down at where our sexes were joined I could see nothing but the back of Connie's head. But I could feel, oh how I could feel as her tongue licked the base of my cock. She used all of her sexual expertise as she allowed her tongue to create a hundred tingly feelings in me. Oh she was good as she followed Donna's pussy up and down the length of my penis, good as she balance herself, freeing her hands to cover mine which were clasped to her breasts. I put my feet flat on the bed, arched my back, pushed up until Donna was quite literally in the saddle, then I looked at Connie as she accommodated the change of position. "If I said I thought you were enjoying this that would be a fair assessment of the situation, wouldn't you say so Connie?" I pushed my index fingers across the hard fleshy nubs of her nipples as I regained my grip on her breasts. She didn't answer, instead she gripped my buttocks in her hands and inserted first one then two fingers into my rectum to the third joint, then she moved her tongue back to where Donna and were still joined and smiled. There was only one thing missing now, one person who was missing out on some of the sexual thrills, one piece of sexual equipment that needed satisfying. I decided there and then that whatever happened in the next few minutes I intended to put an end to that state of affairs even if it meant forgoing the thrill of Connie's fingers exploring the inner reaches of my anus as both girls pushed me closer and closer to my inevitable orgasm. So having made up my mind I put a hand either side of Connie's hips, pressed each thumb into the fleshy cheeks of her naked bottom and moved her bodily until she was astride my face. Even then I had some work to do as I reached for and placed two cushions that had decorated the couch under my head. Now I was happy. I didn't even have to lift my head up to press my mouth against Connie's pussy. It's not that I was lazy or anything it's just that it helped me devote all of my energy to making good use of my tongue without worrying about whether I could reach. To me that made sense. 'Of course it does little brother and you should be happy, but you'd better make the most of this little threesome, the manager's about to return and take Connie off your hands.' I smiled inwardly. 'As long as you're here to help me out with my stamina who cares. By the way what happened with Mitchell?' 'All in good time Fred, all in good time. Meanwhile there's work, or should I say Donna to be done!' ------- Chapter 21: Saturday March 12: The confrontation 'Tell me what 'are' we going to do?' It was Saturday morning, the orgy had finished at the usual time and a bleary-eyed Anne had left to meet Nathaniel Bristoll and continue her role as Susan Dixon. 'Watch another episode in this long running soapie you're enjoying so much.' 'Do I need to? I mean I do have Meredith for company, and she is naked and she does feel nice with her arse pressed back against my erection and with my left arm around her waist.' 'Oh yes Fred you certainly do. Now just pretend you're asleep for now. But don't let that stop you from toying with her left breast while you're 'asleep'.' I took a loose grip of Meredith's tit, kept my eyes closed and waited for the picture to appear in the now familiar fashion. Nathaniel Bristoll was out for an early morning jog. 'He's happy this morning little brother, since that little discussion between his uncle and Morrie last Sunday his uncle has lived up to his word, agreeing that provided he continues to manage his chores around the house he will be able to have a fairly free reign with his social life. Of course as would be expected with his aunt and uncle there is one proviso, if there is the slightest hint of trouble in the time leading up to his being free of their guardianship they would wash their hands of him completely and turn him into the police.' He turned in a westerly direction off Chestnut Avenue and two schoolgirls also out for an early morning jog immediately attracted his attention to such a degree that he failed to see a man near the front gate of a rather palatial looking double-story house. 'Is that... ?' 'You'll find out, now listen!' "Nice aren't they?" Bristoll stopped as he realised that the man standing at the front of the double driveway. "I... er... I... that is..." His gaze was still flitting between the two pretty young girls and the man who asked such a seemingly innocent question. He smiled as Bristoll turned to face him once the girls had disappeared from his view. "Girls never looked like that when I went to school." He moved closer to Bristoll and gave him a nudge and a wink. "Bet you'd like to stick it up them wouldn't you?" Bristoll simply stood there staring with his mouth open, he was clearly surprised that the man would speak to him in such a familiar fashion. 'Oh he is Fred, he is.' The man laughed. "Now don't deny it I saw the expression on you face. Oh your words may say no but your facial expression says that you'd fuck both girls given the chance, wouldn't you?" He held up his hand when Bristoll tried to respond. "No don't answer that. You can however accept my offer of a drink, I mean you certainly look as though you could use one." The tall well-muscled man dressed casually in black denim jeans and a sleeveless white jumper that revealed deeply tanned arms held out a massive right hand that all but swallowed Bristoll's when they shook hands. "My name is Sherman Armstrong." It was just as I suspected, just as my brother had anticipated, the man he had spoken about was indeed going to confront Bristoll. And then suddenly a woman turned up and stood beside the man. "Yes you certainly must be thirsty young man," said the stunningly attractive woman with a pair of the biggest tits I'd ever seen. They were obviously fake, but even so they looked good. 'They certainly do little brother. And don't worry they do to Bristoll too though he's trying not to notice. It's always the same problem little brother, even with Anne's help he's still hopeless around the opposite sex, still unable to string two words together. And it doesn't seem to matter whether they're your plain Jane types, shy like him, spunky like Anne or worldly and big-breasted like this woman. She IS Erin Macintosh by the way. 'And do you see the way he's leaning against the picket fence?' I nodded. 'He's too scared to even look at her in the eye let alone look at her body with a man like Armstrong standing next to her. And nothing in the world would make him do it even though it's the thing he wants to do more than anything else. You know all it would take is one word. It's not as if there could be anything wrong, after all as far as he's concerned it is only for a drink, but he still can't say it, say the word yes.' I watched the man disappear into the house and like Bristoll who relaxed slightly once the man had disappeared I turned my attention to the woman. Her smile was slightly mysterious as she continued to look at him before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the open front door of her house. "My name is Erin Macintosh. Now we've got Coke, freshly squeezed orange juice or coffee, and the way you run and with your physique I'm guessing the O-J am I right?" He nodded his head again, lifted his gaze and with a great deal of effort managed to look her in the eye while I gave her the once-over. She was a very attractive woman who was, I would've guessed, in her early thirties. Her curly ash-blonde hair and fresh complexion gave her a youthful look, and the dressing gown with the sash pulled tight highlighted a shapely figure and those massive tits that that she was so obviously proud of. '40DDs if you must know.' 'Thank you. I don't suppose there'd be any chance of getting our hands on them?' 'What Anne and Meredith and Connie and all the orgy girls not enough for you? Do you really have to have every girl you see?' 'Of course not. It was just a thought.' 'Well leave it at that, what we do and who we do it with is decided by me and not by you. Now carry on watching our young... er... friend.' Bristoll was sweating but I'd bet the hot flushes didn't come just from the running. "Nathaniel Bristoll. People generally call me Nathan," he said when he finally found his voice. "I'll wait on the porch, no sense me wearing these dirty runners on your nice clean carpet." She just stared as she motioned for him to take them off, the beginnings of a smile showed on her face. "Oh I think it'll be okay if you come in." She moved to one side, waited for Bristoll and then gestured for him to walk in before disappearing momentarily and coming back with a yellow towel. She watched with curiosity as he wiped himself down. "The kitchen's through here," she added taking his hand and pulled him in that direction. "Sherman will be waiting, he's my boyfriend by the way." Once there Erin Macintosh sat Bristoll at an expensive looking eight-seater table directly opposite Armstrong while she poured fresh orange juice into a cold glass from the fridge and place it in front of him. She then went to a bench and poured herself a coffee from what looked to be a freshly made pot before sitting at the end of the table out of Bristoll's line of sight. It was at this point that Sherman Armstrong took over. "You're a handsome young man Nathan." He was looking at him, his expression was calm and serene, totally at odds with what I knew — hoped — he was about to challenge him with. "And such a fine physique too. I'll just bet the girls go for you in a big way, don't they?" Bristoll's reaction was to drop his gaze, to avoid eye contact with the man as he picked up his orange juice and took a nervous sip. "And such muscles too," said Erin Macintosh as she came around the table from Bristoll's left and squeezed his upper left arm between the thumb and index finger of her right hand. If she was trying to embarrass him she was certainly succeeding. "Running would help keep you fit wouldn't it?" she asked. I watched Sherman Armstrong sit back as his busty girlfriend asked another seemingly innocent questioning of Bristoll. "And I guess working in that garage in Station Street and doing all that heavy work would help keep you in shape too." Erin Macintosh saw his surprise. "You know it's a wonder you haven't seen me and Sherman, we call in there now and again to get petrol, so do some of our friends." The woman wasn't wasting any time changing the tenor of the conversation and I was beginning to see that my brother was right, beginning to understand why he wanted me to see and hear this. 'And believe me when I tell you that there's plenty more to come, listen.' "I know you work long hours, I guess that's a bit of a drawback when it comes to exercising, am I right?" asked Sherman Armstrong takin his turn. Bristoll took a long slow sip of his juice. "I've got... er... I've got this... er... treadmill at home, and I w-work out as well." "What with weights and stuff?" Bristoll was evidently finding it hard to talk as, this time, he nodded his head. "Must be an enormous help being as physically fit and strong as you are. And being as shy as you are it must make you attractive to some girls." This time Bristoll tried to respond but the man cut him off. "You don't have to answer that one Nathan, I've seen you with that nice young girl, the one with the lovely long brown hair. Tell me, what is her name?" "Susan Dixon. And yes we're... er... sort of friends." He looked at his watch. "Actually we've been going together exactly one month today." He smiled sheepishly. "She's been away a week, but I'm expecting her back tonight." "I'll just bet you're happy about that," he said with a smile. "You know a week can be a long time when somebody you love is away." A smile crossed Armstrong's face, but it was his eyes that caught Bristoll's attention and mine. There was a strange look in them, as if something was on his mind. Of course thanks to my brother I had a fair idea what that was, and that Anne/Susan was going to pay a price for Bristoll's indiscretion, but Bristoll didn't know, I mean how could he. He clearly knew something was up though, that much was obvious from the worried look that was beginning to appear. "I guess it can be a little frustrating as well don't you think?" continued Sherman Armstrong with a condescending smile. 'You're right Winston he suspects that the man's leading up to something and he's determined to have it out in the open.' I watched Erin Macintosh pour Bristoll another orange juice before he took a deep breath and asked the question that was so obviously on his mind. "Would I be right in assuming that I'm here for more than just a drink Mr. Armstrong?" He sat forward, placed both elbows on the table, clasped his hands together, tucked his thumbs under his prominent jaw and looked at him. "I was in a local solicitor's office yesterday morning conducting some business when I heard of two remarkable and to all intents and purposes unrelated incidents that took place this week from two secretaries who work there." He stopped for a full three seconds and looked intently into Bristoll's eyes. "Would you like to hear about these stories Nathaniel?" He wasn't smiling now I noted. The change from Nathan to Nathaniel was blatant, and so was the change in the tone of his voice from casual and friendly to slow, deliberate and very, very businesslike. Bristoll shrugged his shoulders and struggled to effect a positive response. "Humour me Nathaniel--" continued Armstrong "--and allow me to run a few coincidences past you. "One," he held up the thumb of his right hand, "a girl, the daughter of an acquaintance of mine, is assaulted in her home some time after eight-thirty on Wednesday night. "Two," he added the index finger to the thumb, "a young man is seen running up High Street carrying a dark-coloured canvas bag." He looked at Bristoll. "What nothing to say yet, Bristoll?" Armstrong had gone from addressing him as Nathan to addressing him as Nathaniel and had now begun to use his surname. It was clear now that Armstrong had something on his mind. "N-N-No, not really." Bristoll took a drink of his juice with a shaking hand which clearly wasn't lost on Sherman Armstrong. "W-W-Why sh-sh-should I?" "That's for you to decide young man, in the meantime I'll carry on. "Three," Armstrong added the middle finger to the thumb and index finger he was already holding up in front of Bristoll's face, "I'm in my car in Calderwood Road when I happen to see, under the illumination of a streetlight, a jogger carrying a dark-coloured bag that looked like it was made of canvas. "Four," the third finger joined his thumb and the other two fingers, "it was around half-past-eight. He was wearing what looked to be a navy blue tracksuit with white piping, he was about six foot two and looked very much like you." He leant forward even further then and spoke in a firm commanding voice. "Would you like me to tell you what the second secretary said, about a man with a similar build dressed in a similar tracksuit who she saw undressing and joining two naked women and a naked man in the fountain in the town square?" He then turned to his girlfriend. "Erin, I think you have something you'd like to say now don't you?" The busty, grinning girlfriend of Sherman Armstrong moved around the table and sat next to him. "Of course there's a little episode that even those two secretaries don't know about. "It's about a girl who was sexually assaulted in her bedroom some seven weeks ago!" Her voice softened. "Oh I know I couldn't prove anything and she's not making a big fuss about it, in fact if the truth be known part of her enjoyed what you did. But that's not really the point is it? I mean you didn't know that did you? And what about that sweet young Barbara Donovan? "You know," continued Erin Macintosh, "I reckon if we mentioned your name and your past to her, not to mention all of this circumstantial evidence, between the two of us Sherman and I could make your life a living hell. What do you think?" He began blustering then, about accusations without proof but his face had already given him away, I knew it, but more importantly he knew it as he turned to face Sherman Armstrong. "Okay Mr. Armstrong, I guess you win. I'll tell you what happened this one time, just don't expect me to repeat it outside of this room, because if you do I'll deny everything." The man shook his head. "I don't think telling me now would be such a good idea, I'd like you to save all of the explanations until you can get your girlfriend to come here." He smiled wickedly. "You see my friends like to party and your girlfriend has all of the equipment necessary for a good party, if you get my drift. "And of course she does have a right to know everything about her boyfriend doesn't she?" He looked at Bristoll for several seconds. "Now I do expect you to talk your girlfriend into coming, unless of course you would prefer me to persuade her on your behalf?" "Okay," said Bristoll. "But could you tell me one thing?" When Armstrong nodded his head Bristoll continued. "How on earth did you know that I would run around this way, I mean I had no idea myself until this morning?" "It was pure luck Bristoll that's all," said an unsmiling Sherman Armstrong, "it just made things a whole lot easier for me. Oh I would have spoken to you eventually but it would have been a little more difficult that's all. Oh and don't worry it's not all bad, I do know about the nice little note you left on the Donovan girl's computer." 'In his mind he doesn't really have any choice little brother, Anne is more important to him than anything else in the world. That their short relationship is in jeopardy is obvious, that a way to fix it will be difficult to find is equally obvious. 'After all to him it's one thing knowing that he's peeped on a few women but another thing entirely to know that he's actually broken in and sexually assaulted two girls. And then there's the business with the fountain and your three friends. Put those three episodes together and how on earth could he reasonably expect Anne to want to go out with him when she finds out?' 'And it's going to be Anne's reaction that's the key?' 'Naturally!' Then I heard Sherman Armstrong's voice again. "Erin and I are getting together with friends for a party, so you really do need to make sure that you bring your girlfriend around, and it really does need to be today. Come around anytime you like, we're not going anywhere." ------- Bristoll left Sherman Armstrong's place and ran north up Chestnut Ave. 'You should hear all these questions he's asking himself little brother. How, when he'd been so careful had somebody like Sherman Armstrong been able to see him and put two and two together? Why on earth hadn't he chosen to run around his usual area instead of looking for some new scenery? Why did it have to be him in the car making that turn as he ran under the streetlight prior to turning into the woods?' I followed his progress until he reached the same point on the football oval he'd bumped into Anne all those weeks ago, then a familiar voice attracted his attention. "What are you trying to do knock me over a second time?" Bristoll looked up and grinned when he saw Anne standing in front of him hands on hips waiting for his reaction. "I thought you were coming back later today?" "I convinced my parents that I couldn't survive another minute without your company, they thought my case sounded deserving and... well... here I am." All Bristoll could do was stare. 'I know it doesn't look like it little brother but he's more thrilled to see her than anyone could know, the trouble is his minds on the problem of Sherman Armstrong and what to do about it.' Suddenly Anne turned her head to the side and began an imaginary conversation with an imaginary person standing next to her. "I don't know what to make of this young man do you? Now you'd think wouldn't you, that seeing as how I've made a special effort to come back early and see him that he might be pleased to see me, might even give me a big hug and an even bigger kiss." Bristoll didn't need any more encouragement than that as he pulled Anne too him and kissed her. "After the longest week of my life you've no idea how pleased. I knew last Saturday night that I loved you, but it wasn't until you were gone that I realised how much." "Do you want to do something this afternoon?" I watched Bristoll nod his head but suddenly hesitate when she grabbed his hand and began to jog off the oval. Playing her part as well as ever Anne pretended concern when she asked, "What's wrong Nathan, I thought you'd be happy." "Oh I am and I can't tell you how much. But I have to go and see a man called Sherman Armstrong today, he said that it doesn't matter what time as long as I bring you with me." Anne was so good now that playing the part of Susan Dixon was almost second nature to her now. She allowed a look of concern to appear. "I can tell by your expression that this isn't going to be a friendly meeting, but why does he need me to come along? Does he have something on you?" If it's about your past then I'll stand by you, you must know that." "I do Susan, believe me I do and I wish it were that simple. All I ask is that you come with me this afternoon and trust me until then. After that you may or may not want to still go out with me." He sat on the nearest seat his thoroughly dejected expression mirrored by a large cloud that temporarily covered the sun. After a couple of seconds Anne sat down on Bristoll's left, put her right arm around his shoulder, gripped his left hand in her own left and kissed him on the cheek. "How many times do I have to remind you that ours is a special relationship, that I can feel the good in you when we're together and as far as I'm concerned nothing's going to change that. Now how about we run to town and get a drink." They jogged to a milk bar in town, bought two Powerades and continued their run towards the market car park before Bristoll found it in him to continue their conversation. "You don't know how happy that makes me that you'll stand by me, but it still doesn't alter the fact that circumstances have created this problem, and unfortunately it's one that can't be solved until a few home truths have been told." As soon as a look of worry appeared on his face Anne stopped him. "Don't worry Nathan I meant what I said, you can't love someone and then just stop. I'll go to this man's place with you, listen to these harmful confessions, and I know they're harmful because I see it in your eyes, and I'll understand because I love you. Now kiss me!" They stood there the pair of them on the corner of Chesterfield Highway and Hallmark Street kissing. Dozens of people crossed the road towards them, away from them or walked around them and all the time they hugged each other as though they were glued together. The picture suddenly disappeared and I opened my eyes. 'So the puzzle is starting to take shape. What happens now?' 'That's something we're going to have to think about little brother. You see the Mitchells, for reasons you'll find out about in due course, want Bristoll dead as much as we, or should I say I, do. As for Armstrong and his girlfriend, well they have to be taken care of not only because he saw you and Anne come out of that house but because of their friendship with the Mitchells.' 'Just how many are we going to be dealing with here?' 'Well there's the mother and the daughter both of whom have enjoyed, if enjoyed is the right word, being in the company of Armstrong and his friends at one of their parties. Then there's the son Keith, who of course you've already met. And Sherman Armstrong and Erin Macintosh.' 'That makes five.' 'Don't forget the daughter's boyfriend, a guy called Trevor, he'll probably be there as well.' I counted them though I didn't have too. 'That makes... ' 'Six Winston, but you don't have to worry, if you do the business you won't even know you're doing it, it'll be just like that night almost seven weeks ago when you killed Tracey Carpenter. And you won't get caught that I can promise you.' 'But I've never killed unless they've done something to deserve it, why should I start now, suppose you tell me that?' 'You won't be killing them just like you didn't kill the Carpenter bitch, I did the killing. You were, and are, the helpless tool I used and will continue to use to commit these acts. 'And understand, if I could have used you to kill Bristoll he would have been dead by now! Anyway it might not even be necessary little brother, but until we get to this country property of Keith Mitchell and his sister we'll never know. I mean you could simply be saving Anne and Bristoll from the Mitchells couldn't you? Wouldn't that give you the excuse you need, I mean surely attempted murder is something they should answer for, don't you think?' 'Okay I could live with that, but what do we do about Bristoll?' 'That's where Anne comes in, where his love for her and all those thoughts in his subconscious work in our favour. I can see it all now, a letter telling the world what he did to the Mitchells, how guilty he felt about all the other things he's done and how he couldn't take it any more. Then he'll simply commit suicide by shooting himself.' 'And what happens then? I mean isn't your part in this whole thing finished then? Won't you go back down below, or wherever it is you came from?' 'Didn't I tell you that I wanted to hang around. Well Bristoll killing himself can make it happen. It will, in effect, take me off the probation that I'm sort of serving at the moment and make even more things possible, things that I guarantee you will enjoy. I mean you'll miss having me around won't you? Come on you know I can read it in your mind. You enjoyed Connie and Anne's reaction to your sudden sexual talents and still do don't you? Come on admit it.' What could I say. 'Okay, I suppose I can't really argue with that, the question is where will I stand when this is finally all over?' 'Well that rather depends on you little brother, if you don't mind me continuously invading your body, if you don't mind me dictating some of the things we do then there's no reason for me to go back, no reason I would want to. Oh don't get me wrong, when this is all over all you have to do is tell me you don't want me around any longer, I'll ask if you're sure and if you say yes the powers that be will act accordingly and I'll be gone.' 'You mean that it's as simple as that? But that it can't happen until Bristoll is dead?' 'Absolutely! But be careful, once I'm gone I won't be allowed to return. And you just never know when you might need me. And besides you wouldn't want to be too hasty because there is one thing I haven't told you, one thing I can't tell you until this is all over.' The voice stopped for a second, it was as though my brother was listening for someone. 'Connie's coming to tell you and Meredith that breakfast is ready so I'd better go. But I'll be back this afternoon for another matinee performance by our resident star, then we'll go out tonight you and Anne and Meredith and me, the four of us, and have a little fun at the expense of some thugs and their girlfriends in a certain rough hotel in a certain western suburb. It'll be kind of a last test before the real thing, a way of proving that everything we've done and I've shown you really does work in any situation because at this place they'll be a lot meaner and a lot tougher than anybody you've encountered so far.' My brother disappeared just as Connie, dressed only in panties, rushed into the room and jumped on my bed. "Breakfast lover boy and sexy girl," she said as she pulled the sheet back straddled mine and Meredith's naked bodies, "unless of course you'd both like a little entrée?" and she pointed straight at her panty-clad pussy. I patted her bottom through the white lace of her brief underwear and pushed her off. "I doubt that I'll be able to manage anything until I build up my strength with some food. But then just you watch out." "Hey I could though," said a grinning Meredith as she pulled Connie on top of her and all but ripped her panties as she hurriedly took them off. I hopped out of bed, threw a dressing gown over my naked body and, after taking a last look at Meredith who had reversed herself over Connie's now naked body in preparation for a sixty-nine, headed for the door. "Oh and one more thing Meredith, you and Anne and I will be going out tonight." Meredith's face, already shiny with Connie's pussy juice, appeared from between her legs. "What are we going to be doing Winston?" I grinned. "Something that's almost as dear to your heart as sex." She smiled. "You mean we're going to hurt some people?" I nodded and she laughed. "Fucking awesome!" I got Connie's attention before they returned to their sixty-nine. "You might want to be waiting up for us with some supper waiting." "But what about your father?" "I didn't say you couldn't spend all evening entertaining him if you want to, just make sure you have a meal ready and be available when we come home." ------- Chapter 22: Saturday March 12: Blackmail! "Come in." I was listening to Sherman Armstrong's voice as I lay on a banana lounge next to the pool with a large lemonade on a low table next to me while Connie and Meredith continued what they'd started in my bedroom on another lounger. My father, having received a thinly veiled invitation from Maria, was enjoying her company in the privacy of his bedroom. Naturally my eyes were closed as I watched the man, Erin Macintosh was nowhere to be seen, welcome both Anne and Bristoll into the kitchen, sit them down and pour three cups from a freshly percolated pot of coffee. "We need to talk first, get a few things straight before we carry on," said Armstrong as he looked first at Bristoll before staring at Anne a little longer than was probably necessary. I couldn't help but notice the change in him, he looked as businesslike this afternoon as he did casual this morning. He wore charcoal grey pants and a plain white shirt. It was plain to see he had some serious things to discuss. Sherman Armstrong continued to look at Anne as he drank his coffee. "I can only guess what Bristoll must have told you to get you here this afternoon, but whatever he said it isn't that simple, you need to know certain things about him." He looked at Bristoll quickly before turning back to Anne. "You and I, we both need to know things about him, about his upbringing, but for different reasons. Are you willing to listen to what Nathaniel has to say with no interruptions until he's finished?" Anne looked at Bristoll, her smile said don't worry as she gave her answer. "It may surprise you to know that I've already heard most of Nathan's life story. As for the unexplained incidents he hinted at this morning, well I'm here to listen and hopefully understand." Bristoll looked to each one in turn before he began his story. "A normal upbringing is something most people expect and probably something the pair of you took for granted. Would that be a reasonable assumption?" Sherman Armstrong nodded his head and Anne simply smiled thinking, I had no doubt, about her real upbringing compared to Susan Dixon's fake one. "You know what I mean, a friendly ear to listen when you come home from school, someone to give you the occasional kiss and cuddle and to dress wounds when you inevitably fell over and hurt yourself. Clothes and toys, your favourite films and TV shows, parties and outings, holidays and Christmas. All these things most children in a normal home took for granted never happened in mine." Armstrong filled his cup up again before he continued and Anne moved her chair next to his so she could hold his hand. By this time he was just looking at the man as he continued his story uninterrupted right up to and including the incident when his parents were killed. Sherman Armstrong's smile looked almost genuine as he looked first at Anne and then at Bristoll where his gaze remained fixed while he spoke. "It really is good that Susan can still love you after hearing that, now it just makes me more certain than ever that she deserves to hear about these other three incidents." He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest in the classic body language of a man who means business. "Do you want to tell her or should I?" Anne squeezed his hand. "Don't worry Nathan, I said I'll love you regardless and I meant it." Bristoll pulled his hand away and stood up despite the best efforts of Anne to hold him down. "I think it's best if I tell it don't you Mr. Armstrong? I also think it'll be better if I do the telling walking around." He stood up, stepped behind his chair and placed his hands on the backrest. "Everywhere I went I couldn't help myself, if a girl bent over I was watching for a glimpse of her underwear, if I saw a girl with mini-skirt and-or a lot of cleavage it was hopeless, all I could think about was legs or breasts and maybe the occasional sexy bottom." Bristoll, having finished moved over to the coffee pot, poured out three cups and added cream and sugar to taste before continuing. "When I was a little older I began to want to see more, that's when I began peeping in girl's bedroom windows." He stopped then, put Anne's cup on the table and looked at her. A tear hung momentarily in his eye before it dropped onto his cheek and began to roll steadily downward. It was followed gradually by several others. Suddenly Anne was standing up and putting her arms around him. With her left hand she pulled his face to hers and kissed him tenderly. "It's okay darling, honestly." Bristoll then picked up Sherman Armstrong's cup and placed it in front of him before putting his hands on Anne's shoulders and pushing her gently back into her seat. "No it isn't, at least not yet. Please, I have to finish because there's more. Recently I've done more... done more than just look. "Do you know of a blonde haired girl called Alison... ?" He stopped, his embarrassment preventing him from carrying on, but he didn't need to, apparently Anne knew exactly who he was talking about. "You mean sweet little Alison Braithwaite? Well sweet except for sex, of which she just can't get enough. Her hearts always in the right place though, you see she'd give you her last dollar if she thought you needed it. She works in the deli department of our local supermarket." Anne stopped suddenly, realised she'd been thinking out loud and turned back to Bristoll. "Why, what did you do?" He explained in long stuttering sentences exactly how he'd broken into the house and raped her because of the morning he'd seen her out jogging. He even tried to make light of it by joking that he understood why Anne considered her to be somewhat of a sex maniac. 'Boy was that ever a mistake Winston. Anne seriously doesn't like that and she's guessing, quite correctly I might add, that her character Susan doesn't either. But she'll pretend to be trying to forgive him, though in the long run it'll just make it easier for Anne to do what has to be done when the time comes.' "How... How could you do such a thing? And how could you say something like that? FUCK! Just because she likes sex, it doesn't give you the right to rape her like that. Oh Nathan why, WHY! Peeping into girl's windows, that I can understand and forgive. But when it comes to something like this Nathan, I just don't know if I can." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly making it seem as though she was trying to control her anger. "Haven't you any sense of what you've done?" I smiled and silently congratulated Anne, Colin was right she was legitimately upset. Bristoll began to walk around coffee in hand, looking at both of them in turn. "I wish I could give you an answer Susan. During the sessions with some of the shrinks after that business with my parents they said that my upbringing was probably the major cause of my problems. I guess there must be some truth to it." He leaned on the table and peered into Anne's eyes. "And then on a Saturday morning exactly a month ago today I met this wonderful girl who has had such a positive effect on me." Anne sat back and folded her arms across her ample breasts and let her body language tell Bristoll exactly how she felt. "That is until she went away this week," continued Bristoll. He walked back to the opposite side of the table again unable to keep still for long. Anne followed him with her gaze, looked up at him and gave him just the briefest hint of a smile, an indication that she really was trying to forgive him. 'She's really doing great little brother. You know I didn't tell you but Anne really did know Alison Braithwaite from where she used to work, and she wasn't lying about what she said either.' "I did great Susan, I really did," said Bristoll. "I mean it had been almost seven weeks since that incident with the Braithwaite girl and I hadn't done anything or given it a moment's thought until last Wednesday when I saw a girl in the garage. She was in her parent's car and I just happened to overhear them telling her about how they wouldn't be home until late. "You see I'd already peeped in this girl's window one time without much success." He lifted his face which had dropped at the start of this last revelation. "It was that as much as anything else that turned her into another potential victim, plus it was an opportunity to good to miss. Even then you were with me in spirit, but something forced you back into the furthest corner of my mind and made me concentrate on her. When the time was right I broke in, waited in her bedroom and put her out." There were still a few tears but not as many, and he didn't even bother to wipe them away as he got to the essence of the story. "I was just about to take advantage of her when out of nowhere you came to me and I remembered something I said to you." He walked back around to where Anne was seated, knelt on the floor in front of her, rested his arms in her lap, placed his chin there and looked up into her eyes. "Do you remember me saying, 'if somebody had told me a month ago that I would be incredibly, crazily, happily in love with a wonderful girl I would have said you were crazy', do you remember me saying that?" Anne nodded her head as she ran her fingers through his mop of black curly hair, but she was wearing a confused look now. "I still don't understand. What does that have to do with this poor girl and what you did to her?" "It made me stop Susan, it made me stop! I was too ashamed to continue, that's the point I'm trying to make. And I just know it won't happen any more because I think I'm cured and I just know that you're responsible." Sherman Armstrong moved around behind Anne and put both hands on her shoulders and began to gently massage them. It was a sign, I suspected, of things to come. "It seems that young Nathan here has a selective memory Susan. There is one other incident he hasn't yet told you about. Something that happened last Monday night in a certain fountain in the town square where two half-naked women and a naked man encouraged him to undress and join them. Now I don't think you need me to tell you what he spent the rest of the night doing do you? So tell me Susan, does that sound like someone who was desperately missing you?" If eyes were daggers Bristoll would have been dead a thousand times over she was so angry. "And you were jealous of me that night at Madisons, and of all those things I did with those guys at that party and with those footballers and yet here you were slipping it to a pair of sluts you didn't even know the day after I went away. God if you can't even survive twenty-four hours what hope is there for us Nathan? How can I forgive you?" "So you like to party with guys do you Susan?" asked Sherman Armstrong. I watched Anne nod her head. "Yes, why?" "Oh, it's just that me and some of my friends like to get together and party. Sometimes we just play cards, other times we just have a barbecue and pool party. But whatever we do it always seems to go better when there are a few pretty girls around to help with the fun." I could see Anne's mind working. Of course I'd already told her that she might have to take on a few guys at a party and she had accepted that it was a necessary part of the plan. "So--" asked Anne "--are you hinting at what I'm thinking hinting at?" Armstrong turned to Anne and looked hard into her eyes. "I never hint young lady, I ask." He smiled then, but it was hard and unforgiving. "But when I ask people very rarely turn me down." He smiled disingenuously. "You remember that old mafia cliché about 'making you an offer you can't refuse?" He then turned to Bristoll. "Maybe if you tell Susan about the message you left, Nathaniel. I mean it might help, not that I really care one way or the other." "Oh I really don't think that's important Mr. Armstrong, I think Susan has heard enough don't you?" "Can I be the judge of that?" asked Anne. Bristoll didn't say anything at first, his expression made it quite plain just how upset he was by Anne's reaction to that last incident. It was as if he knew he'd blown any chance he ever had with Anne. Finally he spoke. "The message said, 'please accept my deepest apologies this has been a moment of complete and utter madness signed a crazy man who's not crazy any more'." Bristoll looked at Anne who, even though she wasn't smiling, didn't look quite as upset now. 'Does that mean she's going to forgive him temporarily?' 'Gradually Winston yes. She has to otherwise well never make it to the final act.' 'And of course that means she'll have to go to this party of Armstrong's, have to put up with a lot of guys fucking her.' 'I think it's called pulling a train Fred. Oh, and just in case you're wondering she will also be double and triple teamed. You know Fred, I think she might enjoy herself. Oh, and Anne won't be alone.' 'You mean that... ' 'He'll ask for her to bring another girl. And of course that girl will be Meredith.' 'FUCK!' 'Precisely.' 'They won't be hurt will they Colin?' 'Do you really have to ask? You know I almost love Anne as much as you do. And Meredith is certainly growing on me. But to answer your question, no. Through Anne's contact with Armstrong and Erin Macintosh I'll have enough control over the situation to prevent anything of the sort. Now listen up, Anne is going to speak again.' Anne pushed his head off her lap and stood him up. "Is a message like that supposed to make things better, supposed to excuse the things you did to those poor girls? And am I supposed to forgive the fact that you spent all of last Monday night fucking those two sluts?" Bristoll slumped back into his seat, rested on his elbows and buried his face in his hands until Anne slipped a finger under his chin, raised his head and gave him the barest hint of a smile. "Well, I don't promise it'll be easy but considering the life you've had I suppose I owe it to you to try. "Then as they both turned to Sherman Armstrong it was Anne who spoke to him. "What I don't understand is how you could... ?" "You're wondering how I could get him to make you come here?" When Anne nodded Sherman Armstrong related the events of Thursday night that led to her conclusion. "Then when I saw Bristoll early this morning, purely by chance I might say, I simply put two and two together, challenged him and his expression did the rest." 'Bristoll's got one more story to tell, the hardest of all Fred, but he wants to be sure of Susan's feelings before he begins.' "I have to know Susan--" said Bristoll as he looked at her "--if you mean it when you say you'll try and forgive me? Because while I have that hope I still have life, my sanity, and something that's more important than life itself, the possibility that you will still love me." "Let's just say that I want to believe you, that I want to love you and see what happens, okay?" Armstrong held his hand up. "Well that's all terrific but business is business, and there is a little matter of the reason I wanted you both here in the first place." He stood up and motioned for them both to sit next to each other. Bristoll held up his hand in return. "I do have one more thing to get off my chest, and it's something neither of you know about. It's something about my parents that I've almost told several times but finished up by not telling anyone. Not even my aunt and uncle know about this, but I don't think it would do any harm if I told both of you." He stood up, sat Anne back in her chair and indicated for Armstrong to sit next to her and then sat down himself. Both of them waited expectantly for what he had to say. "I came home from school early one afternoon when I was about 13 because of one of those teacher strikes. I guess I knew things weren't quite right when I saw this strange car in the driveway. "Now I knew dad was interstate on one of his business trips so I guessed that it had to be one of mums friends. "Loud music was playing, which in itself was unusual, I mean if you knew mum you'd know she always hated loud music and yet here she was playing one of my Nickelback CDs. I think it was that more than anything else that gave me a feeling that something was going on that I wasn't supposed to know about. "Why I don't know, but my first thought was to peep into my parents bedroom. Hell, for all I know that may have been the starting point of all my problems. I walked around the back to where my parents window was and the first thing I noticed was that the curtains were closed, but not fully. Anne sat forward and gripped Bristoll's hand. "What did you see Nathan?" "My mother doing it with a complete stranger, a man I hadn't seen before. And what's more she was enjoying it, laying back holding her ankles, legs spread wide apart letting him pound away at her like the... like..." Bristoll needed a few moments to gather himself, when he was ready he stood up and walked around again. "With the loudness of the music they wouldn't have heard me if I'd screamed at the top of my voice." Bristoll looked from Anne to Armstrong and back again as he paced backwards and forwards before continuing in a louder voice. "Then I went for a walk down the street. I needed time to think about things. Away from the sight of the two of them I began to think about all the lectures mum had given me about the evils of sex. I began to think about the beating I got for that time she saw me masturbating over that magazine." "I understand and I do sympathise with you Bristoll but there is the matter of the business I want to discuss." Sherman Armstrong stood up and motioned Bristoll back into the seat next to Anne that he'd been occupying as he sat back in his own seat. "You were quite right before Susan about what was on my mind." He got up and began walking around the table much like Bristoll had been doing before. Then he came back, stood in front of Anne's chair and leant forward so that he was looking directly into her eyes. "Sometimes that means that I have to take my opportunities when they come. Am I beginning to make myself clear?" "That sounds an awful lot like blackmail to me. Come on Nathan--" Anne stood up as she took hold of his hand "--we're getting out of here." "I really don't think that would be such a good idea Miss... er... Dixon, and if you know what's good for you, for the pair of you, I suggest that you listen to what I've got to say." Bristoll was unable to move, clearly he was too scared to say anything because of his past history and what Armstrong knew. His eyes though were glued to Anne as she stopped in her tracks, moved towards the man, placed her hands on her hips and stared up into his eyes. "You don't scare me Mr fucking Armstrong!" "Well I should Susan Dixon I should, because apart from the business with Nathan and his need for the police not to be involved, apart from the business with his parents there is also a certain street and a certain house where three bodies, two of which were laid out in crucifixion style, were found next to a rather vicious looking crossbow. Now that could lead to an investigation that wouldn't do anybody any good." I watched Bristoll as Anne... for once not acting... stopped dead in her tracks. I saw her expression change as she began to walk slowly backward until she reached her seat and sat down. Worrying I should think about whether she would mention exactly when this incident took place, especially considering she was supposed to be away on a weeks holiday. "Okay Mr. Armstrong you win." Anne sat forward hands on knees looking a little nervous as she looked straight at the man in a very businesslike and determined manor. "Just what did you have in mind?" "It's like I said, my friends and I like to party. Now while my girlfriend and another woman will be taking care of the drinks we will need some girls to, shall we say, help the party go with a bang." He laughed. "A gangbang! "Now what's going to happen is that you are going to offer your services, and you're also going to find another girl to help you." 'Sounds to me like you always had a use for Meredith Colin, that this party or whatever it is might have saved her life.' 'Actually no. Believe it or not little brother I never expected this. I guess I didn't delve deep enough into his psyche to read this plan. I really was always planning on keeping her alive, after all she really does make a nice change from Anne and Connie and all of your orgy regulars. Sherman Armstrong walked to the door leading to the hallway and motioned them out with his arm. "Come back tomorrow night at seven-o-clock with another girl, Miss. Dixon, and keep the whole evening and most of the night free. Now get out of here." ------- They were walking up Chestnut Avenue towards Calderwood when Anne finally broke the long silence. "It's difficult for me to tell you what that business at that house, that business about the bodies was all about." She grabbed his hand as they reached the corner. "I hope you understand." Nathaniel Bristoll leant against the lamppost and pulled Anne to him. "Understand! How could I not understand? I don't expect you to tell me anything you don't want to, I mean with my background I don't have any rights at all. As for tomorrow night, that doesn't worry me as long as you are able to deal with it." "I wouldn't worry," said Anne, "I can handle a few cocks." She smiled for his benefit as she pressed herself against his hard body. "I mean it's not as if I haven't done this sort of thing before." "True, but it wasn't in a situation like this." Bristoll then began to look a little puzzled. "And anyway what about the other girl, I mean how will you... ?" "You leave that to me Nathan," she smiled, "finding a girl won't be as hard as you think." Anne then eased herself away from Bristoll and held both his hands in hers. "This isn't going to be easy Nathan but we both want it to work out and that's a start." She kissed him gently on the cheek. "And I promise that I'll tell you everything when the time is right, okay?" Bristoll simply nodded his head and watched Anne walk away. ------- Chapter 23: Saturday March 12: The Secrets Out! "But what has this got to do with Nathaniel Bristoll? I mean why do we have to be in this part of town? Why are Meredith and I dressed like this when it can only cause trouble, and what about if you can't handle it? And you still haven't told us about this whole business with Nathan, I mean Meredith is involved now. And don't forget we have to go to Armstrong's place tomorrow night and get fucked til we've got cum coming out of our ears." "Oh Anne," said Meredith with a lecherous grin, "that'll be the fun part." "Well, yes maybe," said Anne trying not to smile as she turned to look at Meredith. Then she turned to me. "Oh and thanks a bunch for not telling me that he knew about you and I coming out of that house." Anne snuggled up a little closer to me while Meredith snuggled a little closer to her as I parked the car. "And you still haven't told us why you needed me to get to know him. I mean apart from those few problems he's had he seems so nice. "Oh I know I hated him this afternoon when I found out about poor Alison Braithwaite and that other girl but I mean considering his upbringing you can hardly blame him can you. Particularly as it seems all he needed was a little feminine company to see the error of his ways. And there's those extraordinary things that always seem to happen around you that I find difficult to understand and you don't seem eager to explain to any of us, your father, Connie, Meredith--" she put her left arm over Meredith's shoulder "--or me." 'Better tell them little brother, I guess I was kind of hoping we could do this without the need to tell them, but they do deserve to know the truth, especially with tomorrow hanging over their heads. And also, unfortunately, there was always the possibility that love could get in the way. So I want you to tell them the reason for all this, tell both of them that one of the people killed at Bristoll's parents place was me.' 'You really want me to do that?' 'No Winston of course I don't! But Anne is crucial to my plans and so is Meredith now thanks to tomorrow nights gangbang at the Armstrong place. And Anne is the one that has to get Bristoll to Keith Mitchell's place once I convince Armstrong through Anne that he and Erin Macintosh need to also be at the Mitchell's for a very special party that Anne has in mind. I have a feeling it'll be next weekend but I need to be absolutely sure.' 'Okay if you're sure that's what you want.' So I did exactly that as the three of us stepped out of the car. "Oh that's horrible, I didn't realise that one of them was your brother." Anne's expression had changed now, she was clearly upset. "And to think I've let him fuck me and everything, let him run his grubby paws all over my naked body like that. But how do I know you're not just telling me that? How do I know that you're not just saying that to make me," she turned to Meredith, "us, do what you want?" I started to get agitated until the reasoning voice of my brother returned. 'It's okay little brother, really under the circumstances I couldn't really expect any other reaction. It seems that the girl was more in love with Bristoll than I gave her credit for. 'Tell her you'll make a special trip to the offices of one of the daily papers on Monday so she and Meredith can have the opportunity to see the story for herself. Oh and while you're at it you may as well tell them you will give them a detailed explanation of those strange happenings including the ones that are going to take place tonight when her and Meredith's appearance starts a fight. Tell her that she won't believe you and then challenge her to think of another explanation.' When I did Anne's response was typical. "You mean we're dressed like cheap sluts for the benefit of some animals in some gangs bar just to start a fight? You mean all we are is some kind of bait?" "Oh come on Anne," said Meredith as she lifted her skirt and began rubbing the front of her panties as we walked towards the hotel, "it should be fun." "She's right Anne," I said, "trust me nothing is going to happen to you, I mean have I let you down yet?" "You mean apart from that time I got tied up in that shed and had Meredith here, a host of insects and one huge black spider for company?" 'Tell her that this time nothing will happen, that none of them will even lay a hand on them. Tell her those other episodes were just chicken-feed compared to this.' Again I repeated what my brother said. That made her smile. She took one of my hands while Meredith took the other. "Well what are we waiting for, if that fight in the hotel the other day is anything to go by then this just might be fun after all." "Oh and just one more thing girls. "I let go of their hands and gently eased both of them to the front as we headed for the targeted hotel. "You're going in first!" When we reached the front of the hotel Anne stopped dead in her tracks, looked at the dozen or more Harley Davidsons, Hondas and other assorted bikes before reading the graffiti on the wall. It said: 'This is the home of the sharks. If you're not one of us then you don't belong. This means... YOU... ARSEHOLE! Ignore this and you're DEAD The reaction was instantaneous as soon as we walked through the door. "Hey maggot we don't gotta go fishing for pussy tonight, they's coming to us, and just look at the way they's fucking dressed. Oh man they's fucking begging for it and I've got just the cut of meat these sluts is looking for." Then the voice turned in my direction. "You in the wrong place at the wrong time cunt, and when I've dealt with you we'll give your sluts all the cock they need." I saw a tall solidly built man in jeans and a leather jacket studded with the name sharks, his hair was skinned back, in his hand was a switchblade knife and tucked into his jeans was something resembling a police special revolver. Behind him were another dozen wearing carbon copy leather jackets and sporting similar haircuts, all were armed with a deadly selection of knives and chains and guns and rifles. Anne and Meredith both reached for one of my hands. Anne it was who spoke. "You sure this is such a good idea Winston, I mean there's a lot of them and they all look so mean. Maybe we can still..." 'Catch it!' The voice of my brother came a split second before the self-appointed leader threw the knife, and with trust that was now instinctive I stepped to the side, stuck out a hand and smiled happily as the handle of the knife fell into it. "FUCK! All right smart-arse maybe you can catch that, let's see if you can catch a fucking bullet." I didn't need the direction of my brother to tell me what to do next as some of the group started to move in my direction, as others began to close in on Anne and Meredith, as the leader levelled his gun at my chest. "I believe this is yours." I threw the knife at the very instant the leader of the sharks fired his gun. It embedded itself into his chest and he collapsed to his knees as he watched the bullet pass through me and lodge into the wall at my back. He managed four more shots, only one of which hit the target before finishing in the same wall, and then he collapsed dead on the floor. I saw that four of the group led by two with chains were getting close to the girls now, saw that they were starting to panic. That was something I had to put a stop to. I started by stepping between Anne and Meredith and wagging my finger in the general direction of the four of them. "I guess you haven't learned by now, I mean how many of you want to finish up like your friend here before you get the message?" Well there was no backing out now, I was surrounded by the rest of the gang and had no choice but to step into the battle which came immediately as the two with chains swung from both sides. I caught both chains, one in each hand, swung them around with all the extra strength my brother had given me and tightened the chains around their necks until I had squeezed any life out of them, then I watched both men slide slowly to the floor and managed a smile before looking at two knives that had been stuck in my chest by two more of the gang. I turned to the remaining ten members of the gang, this time I didn't smile. Instead I just stared as they looked on in shock. Not one to miss an opportunity I pulled the knives out and looked in the general direction of the two that had stabbed me. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I thought you might've learned by what happened to the lead ponytail down here and your two friends with the chains." I pointed to the leader for a split second then stabbed in an upward direction until both knives were embedded in each man's chest. Five down, eight to go. "And what about you three?" I pointed to a trio who were just standing there guns in hand unable to move. "Tell you what," I pulled Anne and Meredith close to each side of me, "I'll even give you a free shot, all three of you, providing of course that I get the same in return. I mean that's fair isn't it? On the other hand you could just let us go to the bar for a drink." The remaining five standing slightly to one side of the three with the guns pointed in my direction, took a look at the five dead bodies and seemed to make up their minds immediately. They separated and allowed us a path to the bar as if they'd given in, but I didn't buy it, which was why I took the gun out of the dead leader's hand. "Walk straight to the bar and don't look back," I said to the girls as I pushed Anne and Meredith gently forward and waited until they were close to a group of the gang's girls. Then I spoke to the gang without turning around, choosing instead to keep my eyes on Anne and the other girls. "You've all got a decision to make now, I mean you get a free shot at both my girlfriends and you may just decide to shoot them seeing as you're having a little trouble killing me." I took out the clip and checked how many bullets were left, there was seven, and saw one of the five about to attack. "But seven bullets means seven dead, the question is who should those seven be?" I pointed in the direction of the one closest to me, the one who had clearly thought the better of attacking. "What about you?" I said to him as I walked over to the girls. "Or you?" I said to each girl in turn as I aimed the gun at them. I turned to my girls. "Climb over the bar just in case." I watched them clamber onto and over the bar, watched the display of white lace that caught the attention of the barman, the gang girls and even the gang themselves. "Gee," I said, "it's easy to see why you guys fancied my girls as soon as they walked in, I mean..." I was turning around as I was talking but I didn't get to finish before three of them came at me with knives. I allowed them to stab me while I quickly placed the gun on the bar then I took one of the knives out quickly stabbed the third and grabbed him in my favourite grip, throat and groin, before launching him at the shelves and glass cabinets behind the bar. Then I heard the sound of a gun, but it wasn't coming from the direction of the rest of the gang, it was coming from behind the bar. Anne had picked up the gun and shot the remaining two who had stabbed me with their knives. I pulled the two knives out of my chest and looked at them before turning to the remaining five still standing and fixing them with a wicked smile. "You could have stopped them couldn't you?" I threw the knives knowing instinctively that they would hit their mark, that both would be dead as soon as the blades penetrated. "Guess it's a little late now." Finally I turned to the three with their guns still in their hands who were backing towards the door, but I spoke to Anne. "If they try to leave shoot them." Then I hopped over the bar, picked up they guy I'd just tossed there and broke his neck as though I were breaking a twig, just to make sure he was dead. 'Good, good! This really is very good little brother. What's that now ten down three to go?" I nodded my head without even thinking, it was the barest of movements but Anne caught sight of it and queried me. I told her not to worry about it that I would explain when I left the hotel. 'Tell them what happened to a couple of friends of mine near here some time ago. I mean I'm sure you remember the incident Winston?' I hadn't, but I did now. "You know--" I walked up to the remaining three who dropped to their knees and began begging me to let them live "--not so long ago two friends of my brother came around here to visit a sort of a family friend, trouble is they never got back alive." I held out my hand. "Throw me the gun Anne." When she did I caught it easily in my right hand and pointed it at each of the three in turn. "My brother could never prove anything but he knew it was members of the sharks who killed them, so I guess you could say I'm taking a belated revenge on my brother's behalf seeing as he's dead now." I pointed the gun at the forehead of the first one and pulled the trigger. "One!" Then I watched as the other two bolted for the door. Two quick precise shots felled them in an instant. "Two, three!" I turned to the barman and the half-dozen gang girls who, though they were clearly anxious to leave, were unable too because the shock and the horror of what had just taken place kept them frozen to the spot in which they were either standing or sitting. Once I had their attention I waggled the gun at them as I walked close to the bar, as Anne and Meredith climbed back over the bar and quickly moved next to me. "You have to decide what to do as well, decide whether you can believe you're eyes." I pointed the gun at my own chest and pulled the trigger before smiling as the bullet passed straight through. "Course you have to make up your mind about what I can or can't do, about whether it would be wise to say anything else but that it turned into a bloody fight between gang members." I walked over to the gang leader, wiped the gun with my handkerchief and placed it in his hand then I walked back and glared at the barman and girls in turn. WELL! You have three seconds to make up your collective minds! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!" The barman smiled as best he could. "Never seen you or your girlfriends in my life, matter-of-fact when you walk out of here I'll forget you even existed." I moved to each gang girl in turn and received exactly the same answer. Just as soon as the last girl finished the barman showed us a back way out through a gate onto an untidy laneway filled with broken wooden crates, old rusted bicycles, smashed beer bottles and a heap of other rubbish. The laneway led past the back of several empty shops that had one collective misfortune, they had been owned by Asians, Greeks, Italians, Indians and a variety of other migrants, a state of affairs that went totally against everything the sharks believed in. 'You'd better believe them little brother because they won't remember either of you I'll see to that. So if you don't mind I'll leave you to it while I take care of exactly that detail.' And once again my brother was gone. "Hey Winston remember us?" Anne was shaking my arm as we reached the end of the laneway that opened out onto the street where the van was parked. "You promised you'd explain, are you going to honour that promise?" "Of course." I took their hands and headed to the van. "One of three things will happen, you'll both think I'm an idiot, that I'm lying or you'll believe me. All I ask is that you remember, Meredith, all of the things that have happened in the short time you've known me, and Anne, all of the other things that have happened in the slightly longer time since you've known me and try to think of another explanation." I let the girls in first, got into the drivers side and headed towards Footscray Road before deciding to continue, even then I had to take a deep breath before deciding to jumping in at the deep end. "If I told you that my brother had returned from the dead in some kind of spirit form and that he frequently occupied my body to accomplish certain... er... shall we say tasks, would you believe me? And if I also told you that while he did so I was able to do some of the most incredible things would you also believe me?" They were dumbfounded, clearly numb with the shock of what I was saying, that much was plain to me. I could also see that they wanted to believe what I was saying, that they were thinking about every single incident that had taken place. I reached the roundabout that led to Footscray Road and glanced around me. The offices that had been home for business large and small had long since closed thanks to the gang warfare that had become such an integral part of Melbourne's culture over the years. I looked at the factories too as I waited for Anne or Meredith to say something, they too were closed for a variety of reasons, most of which were financial. And even if they did succeed in making a profit the cost of being left alone, the cost of protection from other gangs was almost too high for all but the biggest to survive for long. "I know that you believe what you're saying," said Anne, "and because of what I've seen I have to believe it don't I, otherwise I'd be considered insane wouldn't I? I mean how else could I explain those knives sticking out of your chest?" "She's right Winston," added Meredith, "I mean we saw you take them out without leaving a mark didn't we?" They both turned side-on, unhooked their seatbelts and Meredith watched Anne as she began to undo the buttons on my shirt until she was able to open it up and expose my chest where the wounds should have been. "This shirt was new," said Anne, "I know it was new because I saw you take it out of its wrapper and put it on." She looked at Meredith as she poked her finger through the slits where the knives had penetrated and through one of two bullet holes and her expression changed from one of confusion to one of resignation. "This--" she waggled her finger at me through a tear made by one of the knives "--is why I have to believe what you say because one could only have been made by a knife, the other only by a bullet. Though I guess if I really tried hard I could convince myself that the bullets just missed couldn't I?" She turned to Meredith. "That would be logical wouldn't it?" "Would certainly make things a little easier to digest," agreed Meredith. "Except for the little demonstration I gave the barman and those girls." "Oh yeah--" Meredith smiled sheepishly "--I forgot about that one." "And talking about them--" continued Anne for both of them "--how can we guarantee they won't have a sudden attack of conscious and go to the police?" "For the same reason those knives and bullets didn't kill me." "Your brother?" "Of course! But he hasn't just been responsible for keeping me alive." I allowed a lecherous smile to drift slowly across my face. "He did want a few perks, he was a horny bastard when he was alive and nothing much has changed now that he's dead." I watched them fight with that one, think about all of the times I'd made love to them, all the times recently that they'd made love to each other. I knew they were finding it difficult to come to terms with the thought of two men at the same time, especially under such extraordinary circumstances. "You mean those times we fucked, those times we made love he was inside of you, he was doing it with you." Anne was starting to get a little angry. "I suppose the next thing you'll tell me is that he was responsible for me falling for you, for me loving you. Was this all a set-up was it?" She was so upset now that a couple of tears began to trickle down her cheeks. "Will you let me know when I've served my purpose with this guy Nathaniel, I mean at least I know where I stand with him." She started hitting me until Meredith pulled her away as I pulled into the service road near the fruit and vegetable market and stopped the car. "Anne, Anne please," cried Meredith, "I think you've got it all wrong. You haven't seen how sad Winston looks when you're out with Bristoll." "But how can I be sure?" she cried. "I mean fuck I can put on a good act with Bristoll why can't you..." She stopped and then started again almost immediately. "God if I didn't love you so... if I didn't... Oh you bastard, you fucking bastard, I want to hate you but I can't because I love you too much. And now I can't help but believe that it's all as a result of your brother's interference." I waited until she exhausted herself on my chest and fell back into Meredith's loving arms. "But don't you see," I took her hands and wrapped them around my shoulders as I took her gently into my arms, "my brother can't make you fall for anyone unless the feeling is there in the first place, unless the feeling is mutual. "Oh he can make you feel lust I think. And I think there might have been some initial influence but I'm assured by my brother that he's not responsible for anything that has taken place between us since, with the exception of one thing. And let's face it what harm does it really do if my brother can help me maintain an erection for as long as you remain hot and horny? What harm does it do if he can help our lovemaking reach the sort of plateau other couples can only dream of? What harm does it do if I can satisfy a number of women and you enjoy sex with dad and some good friends of the family?" I ran my hand up her thigh and gently stroked the tender flesh up near her panties. "Now really, you answer that." Meredith reached around Anne and began to play with her nipples through her thin T-shirt. She smiled. "She can't Winston she can't, she's all nipply and horny." She felt her own then and laughed. "Come to think of it so am I, all that killing has made both of us pretty fucking horny. I think you'd better fix the pair of us up when you get us home. Don't you?" "Sounds good to me," I said smiling. Then one thing occurred to me as I began to comfort Anne, the fact that she was so upset surely meant that she believed in the whole business with my brother, and surely that was a step in the right direction. "Meredith's right," said Anne, "I can't." Anne smiled and kissed me as she pulled me closer. "I guess all things considered--" she grabbed my free hand and placed it on her naked breast beneath the thin top she was wearing "--I," she looked at Meredith and grinned lecherously, "we, should just enjoy the benefits!" "Oh yes!" I squeezed her nipple gently as my other hand moved closer to the waistband of her briefs. "I think that would be a splendid idea." "In that case then I don't think there's much point in checking back issues of the daily papers on Monday, after all I believe you about what happened to your brother and now that I know I really believe we should do something about Bristoll. Besides after this business with him and that man--" she squeezed my hardening cock gently "--there's nothing I'd rather do than spend what little time we have having you fuck us to the point of exhaustion," she winked broadly at Meredith, "What say you?" "Oh yes," said Meredith enthusiastically. "Oh, and there is one more thing," said Anne. "And what's that?" "I'll need the use of the place one night next week after I find out what's happening at the weekend. And I think it may be better if we're alone this time." "It'll be Tuesday night." "What? How the hell do you... ? Of course your brother, how silly of me." "The man will let Bristoll know at the garage, he'll contact you and you'll invite him around. Oh and there is one more thing, while you're alone with him do you mind if I watch you while Meredith and I fuck?" "What do you mean by watch?" asked Anne. "How can you, or shouldn't I ask? No don't tell me, you're brother has something to do with that too doesn't he?" "Not much point in denying it is there? But how do you feel knowing I've been keeping an eye on you all this time, knowing that I was watching while you and Bristoll were fucking?" "Don't suppose it's much different from one of our Saturday night orgies. Oh one final thing." I glanced across as I pulled away. "Will you be... er... watching Meredith and I tomorrow night?" I smiled and nodded my head. "I have to, I mean how else are my brother and I going to keep you safe?" "Good, then we'll be sure to put on a show for you." Anne turned to Meredith. "Won't we girl?" "You'd better believe it." She giggled like a schoolgirl. "I mean how many girls can say they're being watched by their boyfriend and his dead brother while having sex?" ------- Chapter 24: Sunday March 13: Paying The Price By the time my brother turned my vision on the 'party' was well under way. Anne and Meredith were naked and being gang-fucked by six guys while Armstrong was sitting in a lounge with the beautiful, and naked, Erin Macintosh sitting on his lap." 'Actually she IS hot little brother, and I have to admit that whoever the surgeon was who did that job on her breasts he is right out of the top drawer.' I heard him laugh. 'It makes me almost want to renege on what I said before.' I was about to say something in response when my brother spoke again. 'I wouldn't be getting your hopes up though Fred, it was only a passing thought, now turn your attention to what's happening.' I did, and saw that Anne and Meredith were both being tripled by three guys. Two big guys were laying flat out on the plush carpet with their hard cocks pushed into the girl's arses as they lay back on their guy's stomachs. Their legs were spread as wide as they could go and a couple of very impressive cocks, they looked to be about 10-inches or more, were pounding their cunts. 'If your into statistics Fred both of those cocks that are stretching our girl's vaginas are 11-inches, which means they aren't that much bigger than the two cocks Anne and Meredith are attempting to swallow. 'They are surely not going to be able to deep throat them?' My brother laughed. 'Ordinarily no, but with a little help you'll be amazed at what these girls can accomplish. After all they have to be talented enough, have to enjoy themselves enough that Armstrong will invite them and, in a roundabout fashion, Bristoll to the Mitchell's country property.' He laughed. 'But that's for after the gangbang, for now just watch and listen.' 'Do I have to?' 'It's a small price to pay Fred.' Just then I heard Anne. She had taken her mouth off the cock that had been trying to find its way down her throat. "Oh fuck I'm coming! OH YES! FUCK ME, FUCCCKKK MEE!! Fuck my cunt fuck my arse." She looked up at the guy whose cock she'd been sucking and grinned lecherously. "Fuck my mouth. Come on buddy ram that cock down my throat. COME ON, FUCK YOU!!!" she screamed. "I can take it." And take it she did. While the other men fucked her arse and her cunt he pushed his cock into her open mouth and as soon as she wrapped her lips around the shaft rammed it down her throat in one vicious thrust and then begin to fuck his long thick erection in and out of her throat. The man looked across at Armstrong who was now fucking Erin Macintosh. "God Sherm' you sure know how to pick 'em." He continued to fuck Anne's mouth while his friends fucked her cunt and arse and while his three pals did the same to an equally enthusiastic Meredith Brooke-Adams. "Just where did you find these gorgeous sluts?" He laughed as he fucked up into the Erin Macintosh cunt. "Let's just say that they fell into my lap and I... er... made them an offer they couldn't refuse," and he laughed again even louder. "Well it sure was worth it," said the guy who was on his back and pushing his cock up into Meredith's arse, "this Meredith slut has the best, the tightest and the prettiest arse I've ever fucked." "Hey!" yelled Anne as she momentarily pulled off the cock that was fucking her face. "You haven't fucked my arse yet and it's just as tight as my slutty friend over there." He grinned as he continued to thrust up into Meredith's arse. "Don't you worry your pretty and well fucked faced about that my little Susie-Slut I'll get around to your arse before the night is out." She laughed. "Well I should fucking hope so," she smiled, pressed against the cocks that were fucking her front and backand licked the one she was about to take down her throat again, "Mer' and I have six holes between us and there's six of you." She grinned. "Now according to my calculations that's thirty-six loads of cum, eighteen apiece." This time she giggled. "I'd say you boys have got a busy night in front of you," and she went back to deep-throating the cock in front of her face. "Is this chick for real?" This time it was the turn of the guy fucking Anne's arse to speak. "Do these bimbos really expect... ?" "HEY!" It was Anne yelling. She had taken her mouth off the cock which had just that second been deep in her throat. "Sluts we may be, BIMBOS we are definitely not." She looked directly at Armstrong as she continued to enjoy the arse and cunt fucking she was getting. "You may have got us here for one reason Mr. Armstrong, but we're staying because we like to get fucked, because we like to take on cocks two and three at a time and because we're awful fucking good at it." Sherman Armstrong looked back as he stopped with his cock deep within his girlfriend's pussy. "She's right Joe. Now these are girls who obviously know how to treat a cock." He smiled. "Now if you're saying that you don't know how to treat them then I may have to bring in..." "Oh no, we can manage." He looked around at the other five men as he continued to saw his 11-inch cock in and out of Anne's soaking wet, and well fucked, pussy. "Can't we guys?" There was a general murmur of agreement and suddenly all six guys returned to the serious business of satisfying our seemingly insatiable girls. 'Only for tonight though Fred. And their abilities to take everything these guys can throw at them, their talent for continuously being able to get these guys up for it is an ability that they will only have need of tonight. After all Fred their normal hormones will be quite enough for you and father and THE FAMILY. Now settle back and watch the show.' And I watched, and watched, and watched. If they weren't taking them on three at a time they were taking them on one and two at a time while they worked on doing the 'impossible and bringing the cocks back to life time and time again, something which they were quite successful at. And all this time Sherman Armstrong and Erin Macintosh watched their men at play as they quietly enjoyed themselves in the chair they started in, and never moved from. Finally though, at about three in the morning, and even though it was six against two, the six called it quits as they staggered rather than walked to the front door and the limousine that Armstrong had arranged to transport them to wherever they called home. I looked at Anne and Meredith as they lay on the plush carpet. They were still naked their faces and tits were covered in cum while large amounts of it was dribbling out of their pussies and arses even though they had been 'forced', though force was hardly necessary, to clean each other up. Suddenly Sherman Armstrong and Erin Macintosh were standing over them, both had showered and both were wearing dressing gowns, Armstrong's was tied with a sash over silk pyjamas and Erin's was open showing that she was wearing a sheer knee-length nightie that showed off her voluptuous figure. "I think it's about time you two showered don't you?" said Armstrong with a smile. Anne looked up and smiled as she reached between her legs, wiped up a dribble of cum on her finger and licked it off. "Did we pass your test?" He laughed. "My guys have gone and they could barely walk. I can tell you that's never happened, so yes I'd say you passed." He assisted both Anne and Meredith to stand up and pointed them in the general direction of the wide-open area that served as a casual meeting area and connected the more formal lounge with its double doors to the open kitchen. "There's a door on the right by the stairs, that's a bathroom. You'll find your clothes in there. When you're showered and dressed we'll be in the kitchen." He took Erin Macintosh's hand and walked away immediately. My vision followed Anne and Meredith to the bathroom where their clothes were indeed waiting. I watched as they showered each other, watched as they orgasmed on each others probing fingers and hard working tongues. "Jesus," said Anne as she winked at Meredith before she looked around and then up into the air, "Do you reckon Winston enjoyed the show?" She'd obviously been trying to look at me but had failed and was instead looking somewhere to my left, her right. "God I fucking hope so," said Meredith who looked to the left of where Anne had been looking and seemed to almost look me straight in the eye. "Hey if you're looking on lover, I hope it was worth it, me and Anne taking all that cock." 'Hey, if I didn't know better I'd say you did that deliberately Colin.' 'No I didn't Fred, I think it's just that Meredith's instincts are better. Meredith turned to Anne. "And you know what's the strangest thing girlfriend?" "What's that?" asked Anne as she began to dress after drying herself. "I've never been able to deep-throat a cock before. And do you know what the other strange thing is?" I watched Anne shake her head and then look up as though she was still looking for me before she turned back to Meredith. "My pussy isn't sore. I mean go figure. It's been fucked, sucked, fingered and generally manhandled all fucking night and it feels as if it hasn't been fucked at all. And the same goes for my arse and my throat. Do you suppose... ?" She looked up as she finished dressing and once again made it look as if she was staring at me. Only this time she addressed my brother. "If it was you that prevented the after-effects of a gangbang like that Colin, then thank you." Then she addressed me. "And Winston, Anne and I aren't going to lie are we girl?" Anne shook her head and smiled a little sheepishly as if she knew what Meredith was going to say. "Because with, I suspect, your brother's help we really did enjoy tonight's debauchery." She laughed. "Nice word that, covers all manner of evil doings." "Seriously though Winston," said Anne as she grabbed Meredith's hand as they walked out of the bathroom, "you know that this was just a job don't you that this was just a means of getting Armstrong and his girlfriend to where your brother wants them to be, don't you?" They walked out and headed to the kitchen and suddenly I could tell that she had switched back into 'Susan Dixon' mode. 'So was all that entirely your doing Colin?' 'Protecting them and their various... er... orifices from physical harm was certainly my doing, as was protecting them from any possible disease, though thankfully that wasn't necessary. However as to their willingness to enter into the party mood, they only needed the gentlest of nudges from me such was their willingness to enter into the spirit of the gangbang. I would, of course, have given them more than a gentle nudge in right direction if necessary. By this stage they had reached the kitchen where Sherman Armstrong and Erin Macintosh were waiting. 'Well this should be plain sailing now Fred, as far as I'm concerned the girls did brilliantly. Though from here it's Anne's knowing Bristoll combined with her performance tonight that is going to take us through the next two important steps.' "Coffee?" asked Erin Macintosh as she stood up at the arrival of Anne and Meredith into the kitchen. "When they both nodded Armstrong took over. "I must say--" said Sherman Armstrong with a grin "--the voyeur in me," he looked up and smiled at his girlfriend as she placed a coffee in front of him, "in us, thoroughly enjoyed the show." Both Anne and Meredith had said that they would play their parts to the hilt. They had also said that would have no objection to a little help from my brother should it be necessary. So it was no surprise to me that Anne smiled her best sensuous smile. "Well I should hope so Mr. Armstrong." She smiled and licked her top lip. "I mean you may have got Meredith and I here under devious circumstances but once we caught sight of those delicious cocks we were never going to leave here until either we," she smiled, "or they were well and truly... er... fucked!" She turned to Meredith. "Were we Mer'?" Meredith laughed almost instinctively. "Are you fucking kidding." She took a sip of her coffee and looked at Armstrong. "Your guys made me do things I never thought I'd be capable of. I mean 11 and 10-inch cocks pounding me up my cunt and arse who'd a thought it." She laughed and then opened her mouth wide and pointed into it before saying. "And then I went and took all of 'em deep in here." She took another sip of her coffee. "Fucking imagine me, who's never taken anything in my throat, deep-throating 10 and 11-inch cocks like it was a hundred degrees and I was eating a fucking ice cream." "Well I'm glad you both enjoyed yourselves, and seeing that you did give my men such an enjoyable evening I think that maybe Erin and I should invite you to a more intimate gathering." "And just what sort of intimate gathering are we talking about?" Anne's question was just for show because she knew that this was what Colin wanted. "Is it another excuse for Meredith and I to... ?" Sherman Armstrong smiled as he interrupted. "That's on the agenda certainly. However you will have to make sure of one thing for me if you wish to avoid circumstances getting a little uncomfortable for you." 'Here it comes little brother, the invitation I've been waiting for, the moment that's going to set up the final act in this long running soap opera.' "Oh, and what's that Mr. Armstrong?" For a long time Sherman Armstrong was quiet until just as I thought my brother was mistaken he spoke. "Susan, yourself and Meredith here and young Master Bristoll are going to join Erin and I and some friends at a little place in the country for the party. I presume you have no objection?" Anne looked at Meredith and then she answered for both of them. "Of course, under the circumstances we really don't have any choice do we?" "Certainly not!" Armstrong took a final sip of his coffee and put his cup down. "And with that in mind I want you to inform Bristoll that I'll be at the garage at knock-off time on Tuesday to let him know the details. Naturally I'll leave it to you Susan and Meredith here to find out from Bristoll the when, where and how." He looked at each of them in turn. "Now get out of here, the pair of you!" ------- Chapter 25: Monday March 14 'You have to admit it's not a bad place little brother, and it's perfect for what we want. It sits high in the hills on a large property surrounded, or should I say well protected by, a mixture of gums, oaks and acacias. You can see the people I'm referring to on the veranda of the timber home that occupies a very central position. Two women and two men are busy applying large doses of fifteen plus sunscreen and topping it off with personal insect repellent. 'Just take in the whole scene will you. From the veranda you can look out to the left, past the concrete patio and a wood fired barbecue to a vegetable patch and a five foot wooden fence that separates the main house from the rest of the property. On the right you can see a pair of flower beds followed by a pile of wood, a large block and a metal table under which you should be able to notice an axe and a chain saw. Between there and the fence is a very large shed with a reinforced roof. As you can see the shed sits at right angles to the house and opens onto the driveway that runs through the double-ended two car garage.' "What's happening honey?" I couldn't see Anne or Meredith because I had my eyes shut looking at the picture in my mind, but I knew they were lying on either side of me stroking my chest. "Tell me what you can see." "There's a young woman who my brother tells me is Samantha Mitchell." "What's she like? Is she pretty?" "I would say so." I grinned. "I mean you couldn't see Sherman Armstrong fucking ugly women could you? She's tall, has big tits. Oh they're not as big as Erin's fake ones but they are big enough. Her hair is long, dark brown and looks well groomed. She has a button nose, slightly rounded cheeks and pouty, made-for-blowjob lips." "I guess that's sort of a back-handed compliment," said Meredith as she took one of my hands and placed it on her tit. "It is Merry," I said, "it is. Especially as her or that Erin woman can't hold a candle to either of you two, or Connie. "Anyway, sitting next to her is her brother Keith. You know, the one Connie and I met at the snooker hall. They're both listening to what Armstrong has to say." "And you can hear what they're saying?" "Of course, and don't worry I will keep you up to date with the gist of the conversation." And that's what I did, not word-for-word as I'm about to quote them here, but sufficient for her to know what they were up to. I settled back and began to concentrate even as I held a tit of each girl in hand and even as both girls took turns at gently rubbing my cock, not to make me come but simply to keep me hard enough that there would be room for both their hands. Sherman Armstrong was speaking. "I know you Samantha..." "You fucking should you bastard, I mean you've fucked me enough!" Erin Macintosh who was sitting next to Armstrong giggled and even Armstrong laughed until he cut it short just like snapping his fingers. "As I was going to say Samantha, you're calmer than your mother, your reaction will be thoughtful and controlled. Neither you nor your brother here will be panicked into doing something impulsive." Samantha Mitchell shot forward. "Thoughtful and controlled about what? And what would mum be impulsive about? What, do you and your loyal servants want to fuck us again? I mean is that what this is about, another fucking orgy? "I mean God almighty Sherman! You only got to know mum when we began screwing you and those big-dicked friends of your because of that money we owed you not long after we arrived from Queensland. And because of that you found out the whole miserable story about what happened with our family." "Yes, whatever!" continued Sherman Armstrong. "But that's the sex and the money isn't the issue now. Finishing that whole sordid business with your family once and for all is. I'm just helping you out is all, because I know that the past will never be buried until that whole affair is closed one way or the other." Both Samantha Mitchell and her brother nodded their heads in reluctant agreement. "Neither of you know what the son looks like do you?" They shook their heads. "In fact you wouldn't even know where he is would you?" Samantha stood up looking slightly agitated as she paced around. "Well he could be any-fucking-where couldn't he. I mean there are six states and two territories and he could be in any fucking one of them. You know we only came to Victoria because it was here it took place. I mean until it happened we didn't even know that Aunt Ginny was living in Geelong with that bastard husband of hers and their useless dead-shit son. All we really knew was that he changed his name so he could start a new life somewhere, and that he was quoted as saying he didn't want anything to do with the rest of the family." "Would you like to know?" Samantha walked over to the man and grabbed him by the shoulders, her fingers digging in hard. "How long have you known this? After what happened to Aunt Ginny because of that prick we've wanted nothing more than to see him dead. Then there's all that stuff about him and that horrible aunt and uncle of his getting everything and mum getting nothing. Yes she'd like to get some sort of revenge, some kind of fucking satisfaction." Armstrong looked into the face of the woman as he reached up and calmly removed her hands from his shoulders and said loudly but evenly, "SIT DOWN!" When she did he continued. "I think that if you'll throw one final party for me, we'll call it a thank-you party, I will be able to offer your mother that and more." Sherman Armstrong stopped to allow the effect of what he'd just said to hit home. It gave me the chance to update the conversation so far, and my brother a chance to offer an observation of his own. 'Look at Samantha, Winston, look at the hate there. That's how I feel. She's waiting, wondering how this man they've known for such a comparatively short time could tell them what they've been unable to find out. I think she's putting it down to his criminal connections.' "You see he didn't change his name," continued Sherman Armstrong. "Because he didn't move to another state or territory, in fact he's staying at his aunt and uncles place under a court order which finishes shortly. You didn't know he was here, didn't see he was here because you weren't expecting him to be therefore you weren't looking." Samantha Mitchell watched and waited as Sherman Armstrong paused for the effect it would create. "He's going with a pretty brown haired girl who calls herself Susan Dixon. He's a handsome boy too with a physique a lot different to the one you described, mostly as a result of two solid years work in and out of the gym. Nobody could get to know him because he was such a loner, then this girl hooked him, and he's changed, oh how he's changed. You know he's not even doing the things he used to do, the things that got your aunt killed." "You mean all this time we've been living here he's been living practically next door to us?" Samantha Mitchell was surprisingly calm but it was plain to see that inside she was close to boiling point. Armstrong nodded his head. "I found out purely by chance, I was driving home after dropping a friend off at the airport when I noticed a young fellow in a tracksuit carrying a bag and looking just a little suspicious. Even then I never gave it a thought until the following day when I found out a young girl had been tied to her bed ready to be sexually assaulted until her assailant apparently had second thoughts. That tied in with an event that happened near the market where the girl actually did get raped. The girl in that incident apparently enjoyed what happened more than she was prepared to admit and didn't want to make too much of a fuss. "I recognised him from the garage where he works. You see I take my car there to get serviced. I made a decision then to challenge him, especially when his face started to look so familiar. Then he made it easy by jogging past my house in the same tracksuit carrying the same bag. I've always been good with faces," he smiled, "it helps in my business, so once I got a real close look it didn't take me long to put the name Nathaniel Bristoll to it. "Naturally Erin here and I invited him in for a drink and I challenged him straight away, even to the point of forcing him to bring the young girl of his around. You see I had something on her too, something she wouldn't want him to know." "Another man?" "That's part of it. I'd also stake my life on the fact that Susan Dixon isn't her real name. But that wasn't what I wanted to talk to her about, no it was the house I saw her and this other man coming out of. So when I reminded him that I knew about his past and that it wouldn't look good if I went to the police about those two recent incidents what else could he do but accept. "What did surprise me though when they turned up was how the girl stuck by him. You know he really is trying to change, and with her help I think he'll succeed. Not that that will mean much to you, which is why I'm telling you they'll both be coming up here to party and that they will be accompanied by a girl called Meredith." He smiled. "And let me tell you that this girl Susan, or whatever her name is, and the other one Meredith are real firecrackers!" He laughed. "You see as you might have guessed me and the boys, or really it was just the boys, partied with the girls." His laugh got louder. "Best sluts the boys have ever had, all we had to do was get them there, get them naked and on their backs and they just... WENT OFF!!! "Now Samantha, all you have to do is give me a date that would suit you best, after that--" an evil grin appeared on Samantha Mitchell's face "--I have a feeling you'll know what to do." 'Check it out Winston, check out Samantha's expression.' Her eyes narrowed when her mouth tightened into a sinister smile as she looked from the curious face of her brother back to the self-satisfied smirk of Sherman Armstrong. 'She's wondering what to do with this sudden news and how she can make Bristoll suffer like her mother has had too.' "Subject of course to any partying?" "Well these girls are spectacular and I don't think it would be fair to deprive Keith of the chance to have some fun with Susan and Meredith, do you?" "Oh I think I'd like that," said Keith Mitchell. "But what about if they... ?" "Don't want to? Oh they won't have any choice in the matter." He grinned. "Besides, like I said before, they're like wind-up toys, crank them up and by the time they've finished you'll have trouble walking." Samantha Mitchell couldn't help but laugh. "That I'd like to see. Now, how long after this party of yours will it before we do anything?" "Not long, once we've--" he looked at Keith Mitchell "--banged the girls a few times," he smiled, "and maybe even allowed Bristoll a last fuck, we won't need Bristoll or the girls any more." Keith Mitchell looked from Sherman Armstrong to his sister. "That means you'll need me to move out, where am I supposed to go?" Sherman Armstrong smiled. "To my place of course, it's closer to work for you." Keith stood up and walked over to his sister who was pacing around in her excitement. "I don't know what's in that devious little mind of yours Sammie, but our mother has just begun to adjust to the whole business. Surely to bring it all up again will..." "Will what?" Samantha stopped pacing, stood toe to toe with her brother and being slightly taller looked down and into his eyes with a fierce expression. "Make her unhappy. Have you forgotten all those nights she cried when she found out that their son didn't want anything to do with the rest of his family. How many times did mum talk about the heartbreak when Aunt Ginny broke it off with Hilton Collins and got married to a man we'd never met simply because she spent the night with him." "But all that's in the past surely?" "All in the past!" Samantha Mitchell turned to Armstrong. "The man kept Aunt Ginny a virtual prisoner for God knows how many years until mum lost contact. We didn't even know they had a son until it happened. And for him to do what he did is..." She stalked around barely able to contain her rage as Erin Macintosh and her brother tried to calm her down. "It's okay Sammie." Keith managed to sit her down. "You know I don't like seeing you or mum upset. So if you want me to support anything you decide to do to this bastard, well," he hesitated for a second, "you know I will." Both of them walked with the man to the car parked in the driveway of the house and watched as he got into the car. The last thing they did was wave a cheerio as Sherman Armstrong turned his car around and drove off. ------- That evening my brother insisted on Anne, Meredith, my father and Connie taking a trip to the city and the casino so that I could concentrate on the activity taking place in the house of Margaret Mitchell — Samantha's mother. 'Sorry to get rid of your father and the girls Fred but that experiment with Anne and Meredith being in the same room while you're 'watching' just didn't work very well, hope you don't mind?" 'How could I?' After closing my eyes the familiar figure of Samantha Mitchell came into view. She dominated the room as soon as she walked into it. Her brother Keith walked beside but slightly behind her as though ready to accede authority. She looked at the two people in the lounge. 'The man in the armchair directly in front of the television is Trevor Baker the mother's boyfriend. The woman on the couch is of course the mother Margaret Mitchell.' The older, but still attractive, woman on the couch looked up from the magazine in her lap. "There's some stew in the pot on the stove and some beer in the fridge, help yourself." Then satisfied that she'd made the two of them sufficiently welcome she returned to her magazine. Samantha looked to each of them in turn before turning to her brother. "Isn't that great, we come her with some news that'll change mum's life forever and this is the thanks we get." Samantha's mother sat forward making the scoop-necked blouse open out and her unencumbered tits almost fall out. She stared directly at her daughter with an exaggerated look of interest and said with obvious sarcasm, "Well I suppose you'd better tell us what's so all-fired friggin' important. Why you'd sacrifice an evening at that whorehouse you laughingly call a nightclub to come and see us with some news that can't wait." "You remember Sherman Armstrong?" "How could I forget after the way he treated us. My cunt was sore for days afterwards, and all because of that stupid fucking money. Why, what does he want now? If it's more sex tell him to forget it, tell him there's only one person I'm fucking from now on." She looked at her boyfriend Trevor. "It's nothing like that mum, this time it's what he can do for us." "Oh really! Any particular reason why that prick should suddenly decide to take an interest in the affairs of other people?" "A very good one I'd say. I think it's fair to say that you'll be more than a little interested in the young man and his girlfriend who visited him recently." Margaret Mitchell got up off the couch and headed out of the room, presumably to get another beer. When she came back she had a six-pack in her hand. "Do you want a beer?" Samantha nodded her head, pulled two from the pack, handed one to her brother, pulled the tab on her own, took a sip and settled back to continue her outline of recent events. "It's like this mum, Armstrong happened to see a young man acting suspiciously around the woods near that estate on the corner of High and Calderwood. Seemed his curiosity about the incident was aroused when he heard about an attractive girl being assaulted on that very estate a short while before he saw him. Armstrong thought then that there was something about him he should have recognised but he wasn't sure and didn't think about it any more until he happened to see a young man running towards his house with the same build, dressed in an identical tracksuit and carrying the same bag he'd seen that night. All he needed was a closer look at his face to put two and two together with an incident several weeks earlier. Once he was satisfied it was the same person him and that Erin Macintosh he lives with challenged him about the incident." Her mother was naturally confused. "So! Oh I'm sorry for whoever was assaulted but that's hardly earth-shattering news in these violent times is it?" 'She's loving it little brother, absolutely loving it. This is precisely the reaction Samantha hoped for because she desperately wants to build up the drama, heighten the importance of what she's about to say.' Samantha Mitchell leant forward, placed her elbows on her knees and, after putting her beer down, clasped her hands together under her chin. "It might be if I told you this young man is about a month short of his next birthday and that he's staying with a certain aunt and uncle. "And what about if I mentioned that he's coming into some money, that both his parents were killed and that some people would consider him to be indirectly responsible, would that make a difference?" Samantha picked up her can and took a sip of her beer as she waited for the longish time it took for what she'd said to sink in. Then suddenly her mother was on her feet. "You mean that miserable son-of-a-bitch who caused the death of your Aunt Virginia?" She turned to Samantha who nodded. "Oooh if only I could get my hands on that bastard I'd slice him into... I'd fucking slice him into... oooh I just wish I could..." Samantha didn't let her mother finish. "I already told you it's what Armstrong can do for us. Now what about if I could deliver both him and the girl on a platter, would that be okay? I mean I presume you'd like to get a hold of her as well?" Her mother nodded her head eagerly and sat there considering what to do or say next. "This relationship between the two of them, it's serious is it?" "That's the second thing I was about to tell you." Samantha Mitchell went over to the bar, brought a stool back and positioned it where all three of them could see her before she sat down. "You see the reason he was acting suspiciously is that he's still up to his old tricks. That's why Sherman was able to get the girl and a friend of hers called Meredith, hell she may even be a friend of his too, to party with his men. "It's not just because of him though, it seems that the girl must have done something because Sherman has some kind of a hold over her as well. Not that that seems to bother the girl, apparently she's forgiven the bastard all his past mistakes including these recent episodes. All of which has effectively stopped him getting up to his old tricks." She finished her can and grabbed another before walking over to the bar and continuing. "Armstrong said it looks like they're really in love." "All right. Now let me get this straight Samantha." Margaret Mitchell leaned forward and grabbed another can. "You're saying that the young man is the son Nathaniel, that he's living here with that bastard brother-in-law of mine Trent, that he's about to come into his share of the estate, part of which is rightly ours. You're also saying that he's found some kind of happiness in the arms of pretty young girl. Now I suppose you think I'd want some kind of revenge?" Samantha walked over and put her hands on her brother's shoulders. "Of course, didn't our happiness suffer at the hands of Nathaniel's father? Didn't Aunt Virginia get killed because of that little bastard?" Margaret Mitchell jumped off the couch, grabbed her can, walked over to the bar and joined her daughter. "Well you're right, I do want revenge." She clinked cans with her daughter. "This is like winning tatts lotto. Now the question is when and where?" Samantha looked at her mother. "Would a party this weekend at Keith's place courtesy of Armstrong persuasive talents be too soon? I mean before we kill him we should be able to convince him to donate some of his inheritance to us shouldn't we? I mean all we'll need to do is make him convince the solicitors of his desperate need." Margaret Mitchell smiled and nodded her head. "Sounds fair to me, and with the girl being there we can use her as motivation to make sure he does the right thing, plus it'll give us a chance to set her up with his murder." 'Well isn't the mother just a devious little so-and-so Freddie. Tell you what it certainly helps being able to read people like a book? Now we have even more reason to kill the Mitchells.' 'Why?' 'Well you heard the mother talk about setting up Anne with Bristoll's murder, but you didn't hear that they plan to kill her too and make it look like suicide!' ------- Chapter 26: Tuesday March 15: The Date Is Set! 'Tell me again what's happening?' 'Well you know how the condemned man usually eats a hearty meal before his execution?' I indicated that I did. 'Well instead of a meal he's going to get a rare privilege.' 'Oh and just what is that going to be?' 'Two women in one day!' "Anything happening yet Winston?" I looked up at Anne who was busy dressing for her meeting with Bristoll. "Can you see him?" I closed my eyes and saw nothing but blackness. "Can't see a thing." Then just as I said that a picture of Bristoll leaving the garage appeared. "hang on I see him now, he's turned left out of the garage and a car has pulled up. It's Erin Macintosh and she's told him to get in, that she'll drive him home. She's not going to though, they're going to finish up at her's and Armstrong's place." "Don't tell me they're going to — that your brother has arranged for them to fuck there. I mean that would appeal to his sense of humour wouldn't it?" "Of course it would." I opened my eyes briefly and watched Anne make a final adjustment to the matching denim waistcoat and jeans she was wearing. I smiled as she turned to face me at the door. "And don't forget to give the condemned man a hearty second course!" When Anne had gone I closed my eyes again and saw Bristoll staring at the woman. He was evidently responding to Sally Armstrong's offer to drive him home. "I don't think that would be a good idea Miss..." He looked around suddenly. "By the way I thought that Mr. Armstrong was supposed to meet me?" "He was called away on business Nathan and sent me to meet you instead. "Okay I won't take you home, fair enough?" Bristoll nodded. "Instead you can come home with me for a coffee, that is if your aunt and uncle won't mind?" "Oh no," there was just a hint of pride and good humour in his voice, "since that time they met with Susan's father things have changed, they don't seem to ask too many questions, in fact they let me do pretty much as I like as long as I continue to do my chores at home." "Uuhhmm! That may or may not be such a good idea. But that's of no importance now, what Sherman has asked me to discuss is the arrangements for Saturday morning and it might actually be for the better if we do that at my place." They arrived there five minutes later and I watched suitably impressed as she used a remote control to open the garage door. Once in the garage Bristoll watched the woman carefully as she stepped out of the car. 'He really is a dirty little fellow Winston. All it takes a glimpse of thigh below a short skirt, much like the one Erin is wearing and he can just about visualise what she would look like naked in bed. Now I know such depraved thoughts wouldn't enter your head would they Winston?' There wasn't much point in answering that one so I watched Bristoll get out of the car and follow Erin Macintosh's shapely behind out of the garage. I have the whole evening free Nathan. In fact I'd very much like you to stay for dinner, that is if you'd like to." 'He's thinking about it little brother, thinking that, like her boyfriend, Erin Macintosh never does anything without an ulterior motive. Again though he's balancing another couple of hours with this extraordinary and very attractive woman before he has to meet Anne at the gym. He's thinking how much worse can it get. I guess I don't need to tell you his answer do I?' Again I didn't need to answer, instead I just listened to Bristoll. "I think I'd like that, but if I do can you... ?" "Drop you off to meet Susan?" She opened the front door and motioned him inside. "Of course I will." She pointed towards the lounge. "Now make yourself at home while I make some coffee and put dinner on." "Would you like a hand?" "Oh no, I'm very well organised Nathan. In fact I had everything prepared this morning before I left home. Now if you'll pick some music that suits your taste, and I think you'll find a little of everything in my collection, I'll head to the kitchen before I take a quick shower." ------- Half an hour later they were both sitting at the dining table listening to a collection of songs by The Hollies, the one currently playing being 'He Ain't Heavy He's My Brother', the hauntingly beautiful song that was among the bands best. The meal was a kind of sweet and sour chicken casserole served with mini baked potatoes and cauliflower in its own creamy cheese sauce. And with it they were sharing a nice white burgundy. 'Pretty apt sort of song under the circumstances don't you think?' 'Yes I'll admit the significance isn't lost on me. Now what about this woman, do you think she's trying to impress or not?' 'I think I'll let you be the judge of that Freddie my boy.' For several seconds I concentrated on Erin Macintosh's appearance. She was dressed in a shortie nightie with a neckline that she'd left deliberately open to display her wonderful tits and a pair of frilly white panties that complimented the whole ensemble perfectly. "I hope you don't mind Nathan--" Erin Macintosh spoke for the first time since returning from her shower "--but I like to feel comfortable." She smiled in the vindictive, pernicious manner of a woman who was taking the greatest pleasure in making Bristoll feel uncomfortable. "And you do like to look don't you?" "I think it would be better if I left." Bristoll stood up and made as if to go. 'He means it too little brother. Nice as the meal is, much as he enjoys what's on display he doesn't want the dinner soured with remarks like that.' "I don't think that would be such a good idea Nathan. Besides I didn't really dress like this for my benefit. Now sit down you silly little boy, I don't want to have to threaten you with what Sherman and I know. You see I have needs as well, needs that Sherman isn't always able to satisfy, as good as he is in bed. And much as I enjoy the company of Sherman's... er... men, I wouldn't want to have sex with them, that I will leave to the likes of lecherous young things like your girlfriend and her friend Meredith. "So you see Nathan curiosity has got the better of me." Erin Macintosh's smile was less vindictive more lecherous. "I'd like to find out exactly what it is about you that could possibly make Susan so forgiving of your past, especially those two recent episodes. And I'd also like to find out if your performance matches your... er... physique." She licked her lips lasciviously. "You mean you want me to... you want me to perform like some kind of stud?" "Of course! And you don't have to worry I'm on the pill, besides which I bought a packet of condoms this afternoon as an extra precaution. But you have to help me with the dishes first Nathan, then we can discuss arrangements for our little session before you meet with Susan." 'No need to watch any more.' I opened my eyes. 'I already know the arrangements and I'm not really interested in watching that bastard fuck Erin Macintosh.' 'Sounds fair to me. If you go and have a shower you should be back in time to see Erin Macintosh dropping him off at the gym.' ------- "You're late." It wasn't a criticism it was a comment made with a smile as Anne stood at the entrance arms folded. "And yes I did recognise the car. So did you have dinner at their place?" Bristoll didn't answer so she persisted. "Well did you? Was he there? Probably not. And what else was on the menu, her? What couldn't you help yourself?" If I didn't know she was acting I'd have been convinced she was angry as she stood there hands on hips trembling with rage. "Even with all she's done to us you couldn't resist her could you, couldn't resist soiling your dick with that clapped out cunt of hers, COULD YOU!" "She blackmailed me into it, told me that if I didn't she'd, well you know. Honest Susan I'm not... I mean I wouldn't have if I didn't think she was serious." "Sounds like bullshit to me Nathan, after all don't they say a cock has no conscious. I don't suppose men do either when it comes to an attractive woman offering up her pussy." Anne took his hand and began walking. "It doesn't matter Nathan I have to believe you don't I, even though it's the first time I've heard of a man being blackmailed into fucking a woman. I mean Christ I'm the closest thing to a bitch on heat and I wouldn't do that." She was keeping just the right edge to her voice, making it sound as if she was trying to hard to accept what had happened. "Just pardon me for being a little surprised that's all." She took his hand as they walked into the gym. "Now tell me one thing, was she worth it? Was she a good fuck? I mean did she wear you out or will you have enough left for somebody of lesser importance, someone like me?" 'I'd say he's a very confused young man Winston, part of him thinks her reaction is natural, another part thinks maybe she should be even angrier. He's also confused about what took place on Sunday, after all it was her and Meredith that were gangbanged as a result of blackmail. And didn't they apparently enjoy it? To Bristoll it seemed to suggest that she was broadminded enough to accept what had happened and ultimately that's what he really wants. You see he really did enjoy himself with Erin Macintosh, especially the sex and the way she pampered him with fruit and cream, and even more, the inventive uses she found for them." "But where can we go? I mean naturally my place is out of the question." Bristoll it seemed didn't want to assume that they would automatically go back to her place. "I suppose there's the back of the van but you deserve a better more comfortable..." "We're going back to my place of course, then you can tell me what the arrangements are for you and Meredith and me and this party we're supposed to be going to." 'So what's he thinking about now?' 'Two women within an hour of each other of course, it's a big deal to someone like Bristoll making love to two women in the same evening. Oh I know it's become routine for you but to him it really is special. He's also thinking about the last song that was playing while he was making love to Erin Macintosh on the rug in her lounge. It was Bob Dylan's 'The Times They Are A Changing', and to Bristoll at this moment nothing seems more apt.' ------- 'Are they back yet?' 'You know it really is a pleasure watching Anne in action. She's pretending that she's forgiven him Erin Macintosh, pretending that now she's got him home she can't control herself. I mean if I didn't know better I'd say she was loving it. They're like a pair of randy rabbits, after all you'd think they'd take time out for a cup of coffee, but oh no straight at it these two." 'What are they doing?' 'Well Anne's ripping his clothes off as though there's no tomorrow... ' 'Is she getting undressed, is she... ?' 'Are you kidding! She's too busy kneeling down, too busy performing fellatio to be bothered about getting undressed. And do you know the amazing thing?' 'No what? Come on tell me!' 'While she's gobbling his penis all he can think about is the sex with that Macintosh woman, can you believe that! He's thinking how lucky he is that Anne still wants to have sex with him despite her knowing all about what he did with those two girls, even despite the business at the fountain.' 'Yes well he's right isn't he. If it wasn't for you and this little scheme he wouldn't have gotten his cock into any girl's cunt voluntarily would he? And just when are they going to discuss this party? I mean that is what this meetings about isn't it?' 'Afterwards little brother, afterwards. At the moment Anne is just concentrating on playing her part. But in case you're anxious to know they have to meet Sherman Armstrong at his place at seven-o-clock on Saturday morning, then they'll follow her to Keith Mitchell's country property.' 'Doesn't he think that such an early start is a little unusual for the sort of party he's expecting to be taking place?' 'Why would he, after all he's just doing as he's told.' 'And what do I do, follow straight away?' 'Are you kidding, the Mitchell family aren't planning anything until the party is well under way and Sherman Armstrong and Erin Macintosh have had their fun. No we'll leave at nine, by that time I'll know exactly where to park the car, how to approach the property and more importantly exactly what the Mitchell's plans are. 'Oh and just in case you're wondering Anne is starting to take her clothes off now, looks like they are really planning to get down to business. Oh I'll tell you what, every day she's just got better and better at making him believe she really loves him. You know if I didn't know better I'd say she really enjoyed doing it with him. But you don't have to worry little brother, he hasn't got your 'special' talents, and in the long term with somebody as sexually insatiable as Anne that's what'll count.' 'Well I suppose I should be grateful for that.' 'Of course you should.' And just remember one thing, after the weekend he'll be dead, you'll be several thousand dollars richer and ready to start a new life in another part of Australia. Now isn't that something to look forward to?' I nodded my head. 'Certainly makes putting up with nights like tonight a lot easier. Any ideas on how we're going to kill the Mitchells?' 'I guess knives and guns are as good as any, the property helps being so far out of the way. But there's not much point in worrying about that until Saturday comes, in the meantime you have something more important to worry about than that.' 'Oh and what's that?' 'Well if you don't know by now Winston I'm afraid you never will!' ------- Chapter 27: Wednesday March 16: A Shock For Dad And Connie! "Just what do you mean Friday night's orgy is cancelled? You know very well that Connie looks forward to it, in fact it's almost the highlight of her week." "Just what I said pop, Saturday is the culmination of almost two months preparation and we need an early start because Anne and Meredith have to meet this Bristoll at six-o-clock. Then when they go we follow two hours later." "What do you mean we? Connie and I aren't going to follow, I mean we've had nothing to do with this since the whole thing started have we honey?" I watched dad move the naked body of Connie Smith from her seat at the kitchen table onto his lap, watched her as she shook her head in agreement. "I mean all we've ever done is be here for you," continued my father as he began to toy with her tits, "all we've ever done is amuse ourselves while we waited for you to return, while Anne here took over our home with that horrible fellow, while Morrie and his wife played at happy families." My father continued looking at me as he gently toyed with Connie's stomach. "I know things have changed over that same period you're talking about, I mean I'm not that silly Winston. You think I can't put two and two together and make four? Well I can. "You think I don't notice that you've suddenly developed into the world's greatest lover every time you have sex, something that Connie's struggling to come to terms with, even though she's obviously enjoying every second of it. Then other things begin to happen outside of the families business interests. Two blokes get killed in St. Kilda on the night I needed you to do a job, and that was followed on the Monday night by the killing of that girl, who by some extraordinary coincidence just happened to be the sister of one of those two blokes. "You killed her in the woods and needed us to supply you with an alibi which as it turns out doesn't seem necessary. "And what about those other blokes that got beaten up? I mean that happened about the same time as you brought Meredith here. And last but not least of course is this business with Anne and that kid, I mean just what is all that about?" "That's not important, all that is important pop is that you be prepared to drive me out to this property, and be here for both Anne and Meredith and myself so that you can be ready to rush out to pick us up when I give you a call. Apart from that you have to continue to do as I say because after Saturday we're going to need all the help you can give us, and all the help of the rest of the rest of our little family." "But why should we help? After all we're like the mushrooms in that old joke, you just keep us in the dark and feed us bullshit." 'Then maybe you should tell him Winston.' It was the voice of my brother returned. 'Maybe you should give a little demonstration, I don't think it'll hurt at this late stage do you?' Just then Anne and Meredith walked into the kitchen wearing what the wore to bed, Anne a black lace diamond cut teddy that displayed all her attractive features to great advantage and Meredith a short-short nightie that show clearly that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Anne managed to size up the situation quickly as she looked questioningly in my direction. "Is he... ?" "Yes he is Anne, would you go and get a knife for me, it seems that I have to give one final demonstration for the benefit of my father and Connie." I watched along with my father and Connie and Meredith as the jiggling flesh of Anne's buttocks moved in concert with her swaying hips as she headed out of the room. Her departure signalled the obvious question from my father. "Just what do you mean by another demonstration? Just what is it you're going to show us?" 'You heard my father Colin, just how are we going to handle this?' 'You're going to tell Anne to give the knife to Meredith and she's going to stab you with the knife for two reasons, first because you need to reinforce what you've already told them, confirm what they believe. And secondly it'll help convince your father and Connie of their need to help without me needing to interfere.' "Come on son--" continued my father "--what's all this about, and why the knife?" Just then we saw Anne walk back into the room from outside, in her hand was one of my double-edged long blade knives. She was smiling a little nervously, a little sheepishly as if she wanted to know what I was going to ask of her. "Give the knife to Meredith, Anne." I turned to Meredith. "I think you know what to do. It'll help settle things once and for all." Anne gave the knife to Meredith before stepping back to stand next to my father and Connie who looked nervously from my father, to Connie, and finally to me. "Is this... is this what... er... he wants?" asked Meredith. I nodded my head as I turned to my father. "This is a waste of a perfectly good shirt but it's worth it to prove a point. Now I want you to watch very carefully what happens here, then I want you to listen as I tell you why and how." Finally I turned back to Meredith, held my arms above my head and thrust my chest out. "Do it Meredith, come on you know it'll be okay." I gripped her hand and pressed the point of the blade at my chest. "After all you saw what happened at that hotel." After a couple of seconds I turned back to my father. "That's something else you can put down to us. You remember the incident at that hotel in Footscray where thirteen members of the sharks were killed?" "BULLSHIT! You're not going to tell me you and Anne and Meredith here could handle a gang like that? Not in your wildest dreams. I mean stuff like that doesn't even happen in the..." "Movies pop? This isn't movies this is real life." I turned back to Meredith and barked out a two word order. "DO IT!" "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" Screamed Connie as she tried to pull Meredith's hand away. "Why the knife? What do you want Meredith to... ?" 'For heaven's sake tell her to shut up Winston, tell her you know what you're doing." So I did, then I waited as Meredith hesitated before shoving the knife into my chest to the hilt. When nothing happened I looked at my father and Connie before pointing at the knife. "Quite a party trick huh. Tell you what dad why don't you take it out just to prove that what you saw really did happen." He didn't hesitate, after all he was only taking it out not putting it in. When he removed the knife he looked at the knife and the little cut in my shirt. I expected my father to continue by undoing the buttons on my shirt, but instead it was Connie who couldn't contain her curiosity. She undid the buttons quickly, pulled the shirt apart and checked where the knife wound should have been. "B-But... but there should be..." she felt around the area where the knife had gone in. "There should be a wound, a scratch, a mark, anything to show what happened. How can this be?" She went to take the knife out of my father's hand but I beat her to it. "It certainly doesn't look like a trick knife Winston but I don't know how else to..." "No Connie it isn't a trick knife." I slammed the point of the blade against the surface of the table and watched the expressions of my father and Connie change as the knife penetrated a full inch and a half into its surface. "But then," I pulled out the knife and handed it to my father, "maybe you'd like to try, purely to satisfy your own curiosity of course." "I don't think so, I think I'll..." Then I saw a sudden change in his expression. "Hell maybe I will, after all it's what you want." I watched with mild surprise as my father took the knife in his right hand and looked at it before stabbing me in the chest. I had thought he would refuse point blank because it was hardly a thing you'd expect your father to do. 'Just goes to show you doesn't it Winston, you see father wanted to but he couldn't convince himself that it would be okay, so I kind of like persuaded him. Now take a look at the expression on his face, I really think he believes you now.' "This can't be happening." My father looked at me and the knife in my chest, looked from Connie to Anne to Meredith who had performed the initial stabbing and then turned his attention back to me. "Tell me I didn't do that. Will somebody tell me I didn't just stab my own son." He was shaky, nervous and stammering as he watched me pull the knife out of my own chest. "I mean I started to say no, you heard me Connie didn't you?" He grabbed her by the naked flesh of her shoulders and forced her to look at him. "Tell me you heard me." I watched Anne quickly respond, watched her take my father's hand in hers. "It's okay Cyril you didn't do anything wrong, and if everyone sits back and relaxes while I pour some more coffee I'm sure Winston will explain, I mean--" Anne turned to me "--he wants you to doesn't he?" "Just who the hell is he?" Asked my father as he watched Anne pouring the coffee. 'Better tell him little brother, father won't believe you any more than Anne did at first but like her the idea will grow on both him and Connie simply because they won't be able to think of another explanation.' "There really is no other way to put this. What you saw just then, what you just did was all as a result of my brother, your son! Now don't ask me to explain why he's here or how he can manage to do what he does because I don't know. All I know is that he can." Boy if I wanted a reaction I got it. "How dare you blame all these weird things, your strange behaviour on Colin. As far as I'm concerned he's dead and forgotten. Next you'll be telling me he's back to extract some sort of revenge for getting killed, that that's the reason for Anne going with..." He stopped suddenly an expression of amusement and disbelief on his face. "You are aren't you?" "Nathaniel Bristoll was the boy who came home and found Colin and his mates in his home, got hold of a gun and killed them in cold blood. With Colin's help we're going to kill him, a few of his relations who have the same designs on his inheritance we do, and a rather unpleasant man and his girlfriend. You see the man is proving to be more than a little bit of a nuisance." "All right, if he does exist, and I'm only saying that because I don't have any other explanation, why do we need his help? Why can't we kill him ourselves? I mean it's not as if we don't have any experience. And as for the money how the hell are you going to persuade him to part with his money?" "We take Colin's help because we have no choice, because he'll help us get away with it. And we can get the money the same way you suddenly changed your mind about using the knife on me. I mean Connie heard you say no. You didn't even realise you'd stabbed me. That happened because of Colin, because you really wanted to prove to yourself that what you'd seen when Anne stabbed me really did happen. After that nothing was simpler. "It'll be the same with Bristoll, he feels so guilty about a couple of things he's done recently and how they've affected his relationship with Anne, who of course he knows as Susan Dixon, that he'll be willing to part with some of the money rather than risk another episode with the police. After that it'll be a simple case of Colin convincing him to commit suicide when Anne tells him what a jerk he really is and finally rejects him." I had been looking at them in turn but I stopped at Connie when I saw that something was clearly on her mind. It became apparent immediately what it was. 'Dead right little brother, she really is pretty sharp you know. Guess you'd better let her ask the question, after all I think she's starting to believe.' "Winston?" Connie leant forward, elbows and naked breasts resting on the table, mug in hand and looked curiously in my direction. "Now I may not be the sharpest knife in the cutlery drawer but something does occur to me. That first Wednesday night when we went from a quick wham-bam-thank you-ma'am to the worlds most fantastic sex, would I be right in assuming that your brother was responsible, that he was the reason you were able to stay hard for so long? Does that mean that he was in the driver's seat every time you fucked me and Anne and later Meredith, that he was the reason you were the star turn at our Friday night fuck-fests?" 'Ask her if she's complaining little brother. Ask her if she has any real objection to such great sex, and while you're at it ask your father if he has any objection to winning large sums of money on a regular basis from the casino and at the track.' Naturally I did as I was told which prompted another question from my father. "And just how do you plan to keep getting away with all this killing? I mean the police aren't stupid, even if they don't seem to have any sort of a clue about those other killings, at least so far." "Don't you think, dad, that if you believed in what we've managed so far with Colin's help then you'd have to believe that what I said before is true, that he's responsible for making sure no one sees us, for making sure we don't do anything stupid. Besides, whether you believe me or not, it was Colin told me there was no need for me to change tyres on the night I killed that girl because it was going to rain, Colin that was responsible for me winning the money that Saturday at the races and at the casino." I held up my hand stopping my father who looked as though he was about to ask another question. "If you bear with me a minute dad I'll ask Colin if he minds paying a visit to Flemington this afternoon just to prove a point." 'Thanks very much Winston, you really don't give a man much choice do you? All right we'll go, but you're going to have to settle for twenty thousand.' I relayed Colin's answer to my father. "Colin agrees, he says we can win twenty thousand." "Well I'll tell you something Winston, if you're able to pull off something of that size this afternoon, if we come home with that much money I'll be more than convinced and my son or whoever the hell you are when he's around won't have to do what he did with that knife." 'Well that settles it Winston, it looks like we're going to Flemington this afternoon.' ------- We hired a limo for the trip to the races and he was only a phone-call away when we were ready to go home. We were just preparing for a nice long lunch when Colin informed everyone through me that a quick study of the horses in the parade ring told him that the finish of the first would be too close to call between two of the horses. "I know it's probably a stupid question--" whispered Anne some three quarters of an hour later as we all finished off a tasty steak salad and polished off the remains of what had been very nice bottle of red "--but how can your... er... brother be so certain how a horse is going to behave? I mean surely it's one thing to be able to understand and influence human behaviour once you get to know them, but a horse, how does that work?" Then suddenly she was laughing at herself as she looked from my father to Connie and finally to Meredith. "Will you listen to me carrying on like an idiot, I mean am I crazy or what?" 'You know the answer to that one little brother, but I think it's time to prove it, ask our father for five hundred dollars and we'll see if we can't find a winner in the second race.' So I did, and when he gave me the money the four of them tagged along behind me to the parade ring at which point my father voiced his opinion having studied the form and taken a quick look at the horses in the ring. "Seems to me Winston, that the top weight 'Raging Bull' is as good a bet as there's likely to be today. I mean he's drawn an inside barrier over the fourteen hundred trip, always runs close to the lead, likes a fast track and is meeting most of these only a half-kilo worse for beating them by three lengths or more." My father looked at me and smiled broadly. "Seems to me that makes him a near certainty, how about you ask Colin what he thinks about that." 'Yes well he's priced like a certainty too Winston. I mean odds-on at 4-5 is hardly good value, especially when he's not even going to win.' 'Oh and just what is?' 'Hang on a minute while I check out the horses and the jockeys. Let's see if I can tune into what the jockeys are thinking, listen to some last minute instructions.' There was silence for about thirty seconds but it seemed like forever until my brother finally spoke up again. 'Number eight!' There wasn't a single questioning tone in his voice, it was a pure statement of fact. 'That's the broad chestnut with the white blaze, he's fitter now than he's ever been in his whole career, and what's more he wants to win more than any of the others in the race.' 'And just how do you know that? I mean obviously you can read jockeys minds but you must need more information than that.' 'What you don't think I can read horses thoughts too? Well Anne might have thought the question sounded stupid but at least she asked it in a fashion. They — horses that is — have feelings too you know, and anyway they rode him from the rear last start knowing he couldn't win just to get a price about him from this race. Now today the jockey is under instructions to take him to the front from the seven barrier, that's something that'll please the horse considerably, and will be more than enough for him to win easily under hands and heels. Oh, and there is one more thing to take into consideration, the only other times he ran from the front was in his 2-year-old days and he won then too. So you just tell that know-it-all father of ours that I reckon 'Cramp Your Style' will win and win easily.' I did tell him. I even told him how the race would be run, that 'Cramp Your Style' would jump to the front with 'Raging Bull' second, that they would stay that way until the finish with my horse winning eased down by three lengths. "Oh really! The next thing you know we'll be seeing pink elephants racing down the 'straight six'." The doubt was written all over his face. "And just to prove it I'm going to put my money where my mouth is and back 'Raging Bull' for ten thousand." "Dad you can't do that, didn't I tell you that..." 'Let him go Winston, when he loses and we win it'll go a long way towards finally eroding any of his lingering doubts about what I really am capable of. And besides it'll help get us a better price.' "What do the two of you think?" I turned to Anne and Meredith in turn as we headed for the betting ring. "After all that's happened," said Meredith, "after all we've seen, both this morning and all those other times for Anne here," continued Meredith as she put her arm around Anne's shoulder, "I don't have any doubt about what will happen. But if Cyril wants to throw away five thousand dollars like that, if this is what it takes to convince him I think we should let him." "Me too," said Connie as she put her arm around my shoulder. "After all it's not as if we can't afford it, and if it helps clear things up then so much the better." "Well thanks very bloody much the pair of you but I was going to do it anyway." With that said my father promptly walked over to the first bookmaker showing 9-10 and put ten thousand on to win nine thousand at odds-on. As with all sizeable bets it had an immediate effect on the market, the bookie shortened his odds to 4-6 and was quickly followed by most of his fellow bookmakers. At the time my father went to place his bet 'Cramp Your Style' was 12-1 and happy with that I went to walk over ready to take those odds. 'No Winston! Wait! If you give it a couple more minutes the odds should lengthen a few more points to around 20-1.' "Well what are you waiting for Winston?" Asked my father smiling now as he saw other punters following his lead and sensed my hesitation. "I mean it's almost post time. Unless of course you've had second thoughts and realise that I'm right." "Colin told me that the price will go out to twenties when yours tightens right in." "Oh did he. Well we'll see what happens, 20-1 indeed. Can't you see that it's only twelves now." I watched and waited patiently as 'Cramp Your Style' went to fourteens and then sixteens. Then finally it happened, just as the price of 'Raging Bull' came into 4-7 the odds of 'Cramp Your Style' lengthened to 20-1 with two bookmakers. I took the odds and bet a thousand to win twenty thousand and came back smiling at my father who didn't return the smile even though Connie and Anne and Meredith, all of whom seemed quite amused by the whole incident, did. "All right smart-arse," said my father. "So you got your twenties, that still doesn't mean you're going to win the race. Come on lets head for the stand and watch the race." Both my father and I watched anxiously as the race started. Naturally I concentrated on barrier seven hoping to see my horse break clear and lead on settling as they rounded the first turn. 'Oh ye of little faith, I thought YOU at least would've trusted me. There now, can you see that horse breaking clear of the pack?' I could almost picture Colin pointing to the other side of the course and I thought the required positive response just as the course commentator mentioned my horses name. 'Good, because he should settle two in front of 'Raging Bull', lead by three on the home turn, by five nearing the two hundred and win eased down by a comfortable three lengths.' Satisfied my brother was right I settled back happy to listen to the commentary, happy to watch my father's expression change when he realised 'Raging Bull' wasn't going to win. However when they reached the turn I couldn't help myself I just had to take another look as I listened to the course commentator: 'Straightening up for the run home it's 'Cramp Your Style' by three to 'Raging Bull', nothing else looks a chance. In fact the hot favourite 'Raging Bull' is making no impression on the leader who looks all over a winner. At the two hundred and 'Cramp Your Style' has dashed FIVE LENGTHS CLEAR.' Screamed the commentator a sound of disbelief in his voice. 'The 'Bulls' under the whip and making no impression as Corey Williams takes a firm grip and eases 'Cramp Your Style' down close to home for a very, very impressive win from a disappointing 'Raging Bull'. Three lengths further back was..." "FUCK!" A word my father hardly ever used was the best he could manage as he looked at me and shrugged his shoulders rather sheepishly. "And he won by three lengths just like you said." "Convinced now pop?" "What can I say." He put his arms around both Connie and Anne and then released Connie so that he could hug Meredith. "Looks my son here's the luckiest man on earth, and so in a different way is Colin. Now I don't profess to understand what or how and I'm not even going to try, all I'm going to do is sit back and accept what happens." He looked at his betting ticket and then at me. "I think from here on in I'd better keep my big mouth shut, don't you?" "Well look on the bright side pop we did make ten thousand profit on the race and the other ten thousand shouldn't prove too hard to get." Five minutes after correct weight I was back with the money and a grin a mile wide. 'Better tell them one more thing little brother, considering the notice some people took of your little collect there will be no bets over two thousand dollars otherwise we might just get some attention we could well do without.' We had to wait a while. Races three and four failed to provide any inspiration for Colin and race five — a straight six for 3-year-old colts and geldings — provided a winner at the short odds — for a field of twenty four — of 5-2. That gave us a profit of fifteen thousand leaving another five to get. Five hundred on a 7-1 winner in the sixth and two-fifty on a 6-1 shot in the seventh completed our days work even though there were two races to go. With forty thousand dollars spread between the four of us, twenty in winnings and the twenty in stake money we'd begun the day with, neither my father or I were able to relax, even with Colin for protection, until we were settled in our limo for the long ride home. Dad, who was sitting next to Connie while I was in-between Anne and Meredith's, turned to face me. "Just what would have happened if somebody had tried to rob us of our winnings?" "That's funny pop you know I asked Colin the same question." "Well what did he say?" "Tell you later pop," I saw the bemused expression on the drivers face, "when we get home." ------- When we reached the house I pulled five hundreds from one of the bundles in my pockets for the cost of the limo hire and told him to keep it. Once the happy driver had gone my father couldn't contain his curiosity. "So come on Winston what did my late son say?" "He said that he would be more than happy to supply you with winnings on a weekly basis as long as he continues to have, through me of course, access to Connie anytime he wants. As long as I don't wish him back where he came from, which I can do just as soon as this is all over." My father turned to Connie. "What do you think could you live with that?" "Live with it! I think I've been living with it." She winked at my father as she got to her knees, slid down the zipper of my pants and fished out my rapidly hardening cock which she began to slowly masturbate. "And it hasn't exactly been unpleasant." She licked its head and took it into her mouth briefly. "You tell me, how could I not want more of this?" She continued to wank me slowly as she looked up and grinned from her subservient position. "And what about you Anne, and you Meredith? I mean you're both my son's girls. It seems like you both would've been more affected, more involved than anyone else. Especially you Anne. So how about it girls, how do you feel right now?" "Oh there's more than enough," said Anne as she and Meredith both lifted their crop top over their heads and threw them to the floor before undoing their skirts and depositing them on top. "Especially with Colin's help," said Meredith as the girls completed the job by stripping off their bra and G-strings before walking over to my father. "And don't forget," continued Anne, "you're not just here to pick up the slack." She indicated for him to lay down on the floor, unzipped him, pulled out his erect cock, squatted over him, and slotted herself onto his hard-on while Meredith eased her pussy onto his welcoming mouth. "And judging by what's just found its way into my cunt," she added, "there won't be much of that." ------- Chapter 28: Saturday March 19: The Final Act! Five-o-clock in the morning. I can remember many times going to bed at that time but I can't remember the last time I'd been awake so early. I looked up from beneath the covers and watched as Anne and Meredith came back from the en-suite naked and ready to meet Nathaniel Bristoll for the last time. Both had satisfied smiles on their faces indicating that they'd done more than just shower. I was erect and ready for sex if either of my girls felt so inclined, if Colin, who was also there, felt the need. But he didn't, we couldn't afford any distractions, as he pointedly reminded me. 'Time is of the essence little brother, Anne and Meredith have to meet Bristoll at Armstrong's place. They have to have time to get out to the property, time to party before the Masons confront them. There has to be time for your father to drive you out there, time to position yourself so we can see all without being seen. And that position has to be such that you are able to get to them quickly once things start to happen.' All the while my brother was talking I never once took my eyes off Anne and Meredith. Anne as she dressed, first in G-string style white panties that hid nothing of her sumptuous arse and barely covered her hairless vagina, then in skin-tight light blue shorts and a matching sports bra, and Meredith in similar clothing except that her panties, shorts and sports bra were black. Boy they were certainly planning on making a lasting impression during this final act of what had been an incredible drama. To my brother I thought, 'yes I know how pressed we are for time but when you look at them dressed the way they are it makes you want to just fuck them — I mean how long would it... ?' "Thinking again?" Anne walked towards the bed. "You could say that." She tilted her head to the side, squinted her eyes and gave me a half smile as she placed her right hand between her legs and ran its middle finger up the front of her shorts right where her pussy would be. "Exchanging thoughts with Colin I'll bet." "Yes lecherous ones. We're thinking about how we're going to fuck yours and Meredith's hot cunts for two days non-stop when this is over." 'God you can be gross Winston, but I do get the general idea and of course I heartily concur." 'Well that's good to hear.' "Well that's certainly something to look forward to," said Anne grinning. "I'm going to need some of your good cock, I mean every day I'm with him is worse than the one before, every time I feel his grubby paws on my naked flesh my skin starts to crawl." She sat down on the bed on one side while Meredith moved to the other. They each placed a hand on my chest and started to work their way beneath the blankets as they rested their heads on my pillow and kissed me on the each cheek. 'Tell them they'd better go little brother, tell them, otherwise we'll never get anything done.' So I did grudgingly. "And don't worry girls we'll be there watching over you." 'Tell them to take your van and leave it in the multi-story car park behind the hotel and cinema. Tell them they can jog to the man's place, that both of them and Bristoll can travel up there in Armstrong's car while your father uses the Falcon to drive you out to the property and to pick you up afterwards. On the way back he'll drop you at the car park and drive home while you pick up the van with Anne and Meredith.' "Anne!" I stopped her just as she reached the doorway. "Better take my van, but don't drive to the Armstrong man's place with it because there has been a slight change of plan." "Oh! So nice of you to give me such advance warning. And just what is this change of plan?" "The two of you are going to leave the van in that multi-story car park behind the hotel and cinema. You see with dad picking us up the only tracks that will be seen apart from the regular ones of Keith Mason's car will be of the Armstrong man's car. Now doesn't that make sense?" They both had to smile at that, they remained in the doorway as they took one last look at me before Meredith finally took her turn to speak. "I suppose it does, so as long as you... er... both of you don't you know... er... stuff up." Less than an hour later I was showered, dressed, had had breakfast and was heading to my father's room to issue the orders for the day. Not unexpectedly as I walked into the room I saw Connie lying next to my father who was snoring softly and didn't budge as I moved closer to the bed. Connie though woke up immediately, smiled lecherously and sat up which set her lovely breasts gently quivering as I stood on her side of the bed. "Uuhhmm, come to claim your rights have you Winston?" She reached for my groin with her hand but I was too quick for her and stepped to the side as I pushed her naked body back down on the bed. "Oh, and there was little old horny me thinking that you — that is both of you — liked fucking me!" "We do Connie, we do." All the while I was talking Colin was relaying messages through me for Connie. "But we have things to do and so do you. You have to contact the whole gang, you know, the Foster brothers, Valerie, Joe, Morrie and his wife, Betty Hart, Mark Paulous, Bill Pappus, Benny and those two escort girls Cindy and Cheri." Does that mean that I get to — that there's going to be a party?" "It means that when today is over things will never be the same again. And yes, just for your peace of mind we will partying and fucking and... ! Well you get my drift." "Oh goody! ------- 'You know what you're going to see when you get there don't you little brother?' Colin asked me that question after he'd already given me directions to relate to my father. 'Well I suppose I'm going to see Anne and Meredith doing what comes naturally with that Bristoll cunt, not to mention Armstrong, Erin Macintosh and that Mitchell character..." 'Tsk, tsk, tsk, you will have to control that foul mouth of yours. Yes it is true that Armstrong and Bristoll will be enjoying the delights of Anne and Meredith and probably Erin Macintosh's sexy bodies. But you'll also see the two Mitchell women, mother and daughter, tying the Anne and Meredith up before they begin torturing them. And it'll be Anne they'll start on first because of how much he cares for her.' 'When do we step in?' My father by this time was heading for the hills. 'I mean how far will they be allowed to — how far will we allow them to go before we move in?" 'Far enough, but don't worry neither Anne or Meredith will get hurt and neither will Bristoll until I get the chance to work my magic on him. Now let's start concentrating on getting out near this property, like I said time really is of the essence. Now when your father gets five kilometres out of town he'll take a left at a little lane. And don't worry I'll give you both fair warning when we get nearer. 'The lane will take us past an adjoining property to a road that runs along the outer fence line of Keith Mitchell's property. He'll make a right turn at that road and drive for exactly seven hundred metres until we reach a gap in a line of trees, at which point your father will stop and let you out with that bag. 'After your father drops you off we climb the fence, walk a further fifty metres along the line of the fence until we reach another fence running at right angles. That's the border of the property, that's where Anne and Meredith and Bristoll will be. Now suppose you relate that to your father, and remember to tell him to hang around near the phone. And last but not least remind him that when he does get the call to take the second mobile with him.' Once I told my father all that Colin had said he couldn't help but ask a question. "Are you sure there won't be any problems Winston? I mean there will be four of them plus Armstrong and that woman of his." "Dad, please! Remember there were thirteen of them in that hotel in Footscray, how on earth do you think I was able to handle those so easily?" Colin didn't say anything more to me for a couple of minutes until we reached the lane, and then it was only to remind me that it was coming up. Ten minutes later the car was stopped exactly where Colin wanted, I had already stepped out and was leaning into the driver's side window talking to my father when Colin interrupted our conversation. 'Tell him to go Winston. NOW! There's a car about a kilometre away and heading in this direction, now the last thing we need is for the driver or his passenger to see either you or the car.' "Better go dad there's a car coming, and don't ask how or why, " I said as I sensed a question, "just take Colin's word for it." As soon as my father roared off in the car I crouched behind a number of bushes and waited. Sure enough about forty-five seconds later another car went past doing about eighty kilometres per hour. 'See that Winston. Now you know why you need me.' Thirty seconds later I was at the fence bordering the Mitchell property. 'Walk two hundred metres in Fred and you'll see that this place has all the cover you'll ever need, the trees are on of the great things about these properties. I doubt you'll even be able to see the timber house through them.' After making it to the point along the fence indicated by my brother I looked hard but had to admit that he was right, I could see nothing through the huge bank of trees about five hundred metres away. 'Take my word for it it's still there just as you saw it the other day, also still there are the huge wooden block for cutting wood and the metal table with the chainsaw underneath. Now I don't know whether they're planning any kind of torture with those implements because I got very confused messages between the garage and the chainsaw, but I do know where the party is taking place because I can see the girls and Erin Macintosh on the metal table. 'The way they're positioned Meredith is on her back with her head at one end of the table while Anne is squatting over her in the sixty-nine position. Armstrong is standing behind them and fucking a seemingly eager Anne, although we both know about her acting abilities by now don't we little brother. And also Meredith looks as if she's having a good time licking the both of them as they continue to have sex, though I'm not so sure that SHE'S acting. 'At the other end of the huge metal table Erin Macintosh is on her back with her pussy at the edge and her legs in the air as Bristoll thrusts in and out of her pussy. And just for a change he doesn't seem happy about the idea of having sex although I can tell you that the woman is happy enough for the both of them. You see cock OR pussy it's all the same to her as long as it's pleasuring her. 'It's the idea of this being forced on him, the idea of actually having sex with this woman while at the same time watching her seemingly enjoy another man having sex with her.' 'What about the... ?' I barely had the chance to get my question out before Colin was answering me. 'They're in the house watching and waiting, all four of them. Keith and his mother want to get at them straight away. Keith's not quite so keen, but then he's always been a bit of a voyeur. 'But you don't have to worry Fred, Samantha is keeping them under firm control. As for the boyfriend Trevor Baker he's more than happy to go along with the majority. So unless things change rather dramatically nothing will happen for at least half an hour which should give you plenty of time to work up the anger you need.' 'Work it up! WORK IT FUCKING UP!! Surely you can read that I'm more than angry enough already?' 'That's true little brother, but the anger is misdirected. You can't be angry at Bristoll yet, you have to be angry at the Mitchells. That's why we have to wait until they make their move, until they've literally got both Anne and Meredith tied up and ready.' And wait we did, just as soon as we reached a bank of trees directly between us and the house. I could see them from the safety of our hiding place, could see that the scene exactly as Colin had described. Anne was being forcefully fucked by Sherman Armstrong who even took his cock out of her cunt occasionally so that Meredith could take the head in her mouth and also give it the odd lick with what seemed to be an eager tongue. At the other end of the table Bristoll was, as my brother had suggested might happen, fucking Erin Macintosh, but clearly, as my brother had equally suggested, he wasn't happy about it. It took more than half an hour before the move came, but when it did it came swiftly. The four people came out of the house led by the tall brown haired and pretty well stacked young woman I recognised as Samantha Mitchell, and the middle-aged woman I knew to be her mother Margaret. She had the same dark hair, the same basic features, was shorter, slightly plumper and had lost a little of her looks but she was still an attractive woman. Behind the two women was the familiar face of Keith Mitchell, and standing next to him was Baker. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could see that both women were holding guns and the men a knife each. 'Yes I know you can't hear Winston, but that's just one of the reasons I'm here. Samantha is asking Bristoll if he knows the woman standing next to her. When he shook his head she asked him if it would help if she told him the woman was her mother Margaret Mitchell.' I could see Bristoll shaking his head again. 'He doesn't seem to know much does he.' 'You know Winston I really am beginning to think that apart from being a prick and a pervert this bloke really is an idiot. I mean I can see the resemblance to his mother and I've been dead for over three years. 'Hang on a minute the daughter is continuing, ' Colin waited for a second. 'Here's what she said. "All right think back to the maiden name of your mother you ignorant no good twisted pervert. You know, the woman who would be alive today if it wasn't for you". 'God Fred I really think he must practice at being dumb because he's shaking his head again. I mean surely he knew his mother had a sister, that is unless his father really did do a good job keeping them from her side of the family. Hang on a minute there was a slight nod of the head in recognition. I think the penny finally dropped.' 'But shouldn't we be moving closer, you know getting ready for when they start doing more than just talking?' 'You don't have to worry you'll know in plenty of time, Samantha plans to tie Anne and Meredith to the table while Keith and Trevor use a gun and a knife to convince Bristoll to stay where he is.' You mean they're planning to use the... ?" '... Chainsaw on Anne? I'm afraid it looks that way, but don't worry it won't get that far. Hang on a minute, now Anne's starting to play her part. She's asking why can't they leave him alone. Telling them that he's reformed and that surely he's paid his price for what happened. 'Trouble is all that did was amuse the mother and Samantha who said, "What about the fact that she's dead, I mean whatever he does can't bring her back, and what about all that money? No, I'm afraid he has to pay the ultimate price. I mean him getting all that money today really is paying the price isn't it? And of course that would have nothing to do with why a grubby money hungry slut like you would be sticking up for him would it?" You know this is a turn of events little brother, something I must have missed when I read their minds a little earlier. I think our task might just be a little easier now.' 'Oh in what way?' 'Well we knew that they knew about the money, but we didn't know their plans.' Suddenly my brother laughed. 'Well now we do and the situation is this, Anne and Meredith are going to be the hostages, they'll be tied up under threat of the chainsaw. Then while Samantha, her mother and Sherman Armstrong and Erin Macintosh stay with them, Keith and Trevor will take a gun and a knife respectively and accompany Bristoll down to the solicitors office, make sure he gets the letter which he'll take to the bank and exchange for cash.' 'And he'll be able to do it?' 'Of course, the solicitor's office is open on Saturday morning and so, conveniently, is the bank! And you also have to remember that apart from the fact that they're threatening Anne and Meredith he's also in love with Anne, and the poor misguided idiot thinks that Anne is in love with him. Naturally he'll do anything if he thinks it'll save her life. 'You know it's strange Winston, he really does care for her more than he does the money.' 'And what do we do in the meantime?' 'We wait again, and we make sure that none of the women do anything to Anne and Meredith. Then just before the men come back with Bristoll we make our move in time to have the Mitchell women and Armstrong and Macintosh tied up. When that's done we stay out of sight until the other two and Bristoll arrive back with the money.' While we were waiting I watched Meredith being place face-up on the metal table where Armstrong had fucked Anne just before, watched her arms being spread as two long pieces of rope were attached to her left wrist and ankle, passed under the table and tied tightly to her other wrist and ankle. Then I watched as they did the same to Anne, except that she was face down and reversed around so that my two girls were laying head to pussy. And I thought I saw some real panic in the eyes of Anne and Meredith. It didn't look as though it was very necessary for them to act this time. When they were secured to everyone's satisfaction the two men drove away with Bristoll in Sherman Armstrong's car. For five minutes the women appeared to do nothing until suddenly Samantha Mitchell picked up the chainsaw, pulled the cord to start it up and moved close to Anne until she appeared to be holding it in a threatening manner over her helpless naked body. "WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING?" I screamed out in a panic-stricken voice. 'Shush. Will you keep it down, she's only planning to threaten her. She wants to let her know exactly what they're going to do to her.' 'And what's that? Colin you have to tell me what she's saying, I want to know so that I can threaten them in the same way. And how come you can't let me look and listen like I have before?' 'Because I have to concentrate on several things at once and it would compromise not only the girl's safety but yours as well, not to mention the success of this whole operation. I will tell you though provided you promise to stay calm.' I nodded my head. 'Samantha said she's planning to cut off her toes and her fingers one at a time. Then she's planning to take twenty little sparkler with cut off ends and points that are specially sharpened so she can use them like acupuncture needles shoving them into her face, breasts, stomach and vagina.' 'She can't do that, she can't, she can't. We won't let her, we won't, WILL WE?' I mentally screamed at my brother. 'Just tell me that's all she's going to do.' 'Unfortunately no, I'm afraid this Samantha Mitchell is a sadistic, vicious bitch who will stop at nothing. And there isn't a thing the others can do about it because she scares them, because they think she's quite capable of doing something similar to them.' 'What's she going to do?' I was panicking more and more with each question, worrying about whether we would actually make it in time to save her. 'Now really little brother I thought you would know better than that. Anyway it seems there's this butternut pumpkin in the house and she's got this idea to use it on Anne and Meredith, and if it doesn't fit she plans to use a knife or even the chainsaw to make it fit.' I was about to yell once more but I'd barely taken a breath when Colin stopped me. 'Don't you dare, the last thing we need is to attract attention now. You have to remember that this is only what she's planning to do, that you're going to use it against her. All right we're nearly ready, they're all planning to slip into the house for a few moments. Hang on a minute.' He stopped for just a second as though he was listening. 'She's going to pick up the sparklers, going to show them to Anne as she pricks her breasts to demonstrate just how sharp they are.' 'In that case then as they head into the house we'd... ' 'Better get moving? Now you're thinking with your brains and not your heart. Now you know you have a good reason to kill them don't you?' 'You bet! And I'm going to make them suffer.' 'Not all of them, just Samantha Mitchell. Now lets get moving because they're going into the house. First though put on the gloves, then take the gun and the knife out of the bag, bring it with you and drop it by the fence as you climb over.' I moved quickly, reached the fence that separated the rest of the property from the immediate area surrounding the house in very quick time, jumped the fence, picked up the knife and gun and made my way to the metal table. Anne couldn't see me because she was facing away from me with her head between Meredith's legs but Meredith could and she smiled from her upside position as she gave Anne's pussy an extra little lick. I walked to the other end and made sure that Anne knew I was around by stroking her cheek gently and kissing her on the forehead before I ran a hand over the naked cheeks of her arse. She went to speak but I put my finger to her lips just before I moved towards the house. As I began to move I could feel their eyes following me, could sense the hope flowing from their hearts just as I had felt how scared they both were. I knew how desperately they was praying that nothing would go wrong. But most of all I sensed the love both girls had for me and me alone. 'All right they love you! We know that by now Winston, but a fat lot of good it'll do you if you don't move that fat backside of yours near to that back door.' I was standing to my left of the doorway so that I would be on their right as they came out. I was guessing, rightly I hoped, that Samantha being the one in charge would be first out with the sparklers in her hand. 'Now you know you don't have to guess with me her Freddie boy. In any case you're right, and she's coming soon so step back a couple of paces. And keep that gun and knife by your side, the Mitchell girl and Armstrong will both have guns and seeing you should be enough to encourage them to shoot. Then after they've taken the first shot move forward and they'll both empty their guns into you. When she's done it'll be a simple case of sticking the knife into a leg of each of them before leaving it in the Mitchell girl's thigh, and don't worry you'll be fast enough I'll see to that. Then you'll take the guns while you point your own at the mother and Erin Macintosh and force the mother into giving up the knife she's holding. That alone and the leg injuries to Samantha Mitchell and Armstrong should be enough to force them to release Anne and Meredith. Of course while they're getting dressed you can be convincing the mother and Erin Macintosh to tie Samantha Mitchell to that same metal table.' 'What about if they refuse?' 'Well I guess you could shoot one of them, maybe Armstrong would be best considering what he knows about you and Anne. Anyway there's no time to worry about that here they come.' I stepped back and waited. When I heard the screen door open and saw Samantha Mitchell and Sherman Armstrong step into the yard I did nothing but smile as a stunned expression fluttered briefly across both of their faces before her natural control, determination and iron will took over. "Sorry," she pointed the gun at me, "no time to ask questions." Then she pulled the trigger. "Yeah," agreed Armstrong, "wrong place and wrong time," and he pulled the trigger on his own gun. I laughed long and loud as I took one step forward. I felt the evil, the devil that was so obviously inside of my brother. I was in total control and it made me feel good as I watched and felt them empty their guns into me. I lifted up my right hand the one that held the knife, and before they could even move rammed it into a thigh each to the hilt before leaving it in Samantha Mitchell's leg. I watched as they dropped the guns just before sliding to the ground, Samantha Mitchell with a scream and Armstrong with undisguised bewilderment. "Now you two wouldn't be thinking of doing anything stupid would you?" I pointed my own gun at Margaret Mitchell and Erin Macintosh as I stepped back a couple of paces to keep a better eye on the four of them, then I saw them shake their heads in unison. "Good, good. Because the two of you have a job to do after mum here hands over the knife." When the older woman handed it over and after I kicked the two empty guns to a more central area I continued, "I want the two of you to release my girlfriend Anne and her friend from that metal table. Oh I'm sorry, should I have called her Susan? I should shouldn't I. But she's not you know, no her name is Anne Bingham." I stepped back again and looked at Erin Macintosh and Margaret Mitchell as I kept half an eye on her daughter and Armstrong both of whom were still in obvious pain and hadn't moved from their position on the ground while waving my gun at the three of them in turn. "But of course you already suspected that Susan wasn't her real name didn't you?" "B-B-But surely we can come to some arrangement," stammered a, for once, very nervous Sherman Armstrong. "Oh I think it's a little late for that don't you Armstrong, besides what you know about Bristoll gives him a strong motive for killing you doesn't it? Oh and there are a few other things you should know, but time is pressing and I really do need to have Samantha here tied up the same way Anne and Meredith are at the moment. Now the sooner that's done the sooner I can threaten to do the same things to her with these sparklers," I knelt and took them out of Samantha Mitchell's hand, "and the chainsaw when little brother and boyfriend come back with Bristoll and the money." Sherman Armstrong was looking at me determination written on his face as he did his best to ignore the pain he was obviously feeling. "I know you don't I?" I waited with interest to hear what he had to say. "You were the one with Susan... er... I mean Anne when she came out of that house. Now that was... er... let me see... that was..." "A week ago last Wednesday for what it's worth." "Then that means that... that you..." "... Should be taken seriously when I ask somebody to do something." "But how... how..." Samantha Mitchell was doing her best to pull my knife out of her leg even though she was obviously in considerable pain, pain that was reflected in the trouble she had saying what was on her mind. "How come you didn't... ? How come I failed to... ? And how could you know about my, our plans? I mean the only thing we knew about until this morning when we got here and saw the sparklers was that we were going to use the chainsaw, the guns and the knives." Finally she had the knife out and was on one knee as blood flowed freely from her leg. Now I knew what she was going to do. Even if it wasn't obvious by her stance and the way she held the knife, my brother had already informed me of her plans. "We didn't even know we were going to send the guys down with the dickhead for the money until this morning." Then suddenly she launched the knife in my direction and laughed gleefully. "Go on laugh now you... you... ! OH JESUS AITCH FUCKING CHRIST!" I pointed the gun at Samantha Mitchell's chin and forced her to look at me. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, such blasphemy, now I don't think the man upstairs would like that, in fact I think he'd say that you deserve to be punished." I left my knife in my chest and used the mother's knife to nick each of the daughter's nostrils just enough to make them bleed. Then I looked at the other three. You three got any brave ideas about how to stop me, or would you rather help? To tell you the truth it don't really matter. If you don't help I'll kill you, release Anne and Meredith, they'll help me and we'll still do what we want with Samantha here and the other three when they come back." Erin Macintosh looked at Margaret Mitchell. "Now I don't profess to know what's going on here, I mean I saw your daughter and my boyfriend empty their guns into him, and I can see that knife still sticking out of his chest. To me that means we can't kill him and if we can't kill him we can't stop him. So all things considered I know exactly what I'm going to do, I mean you might think differently because she's your daughter but I don't want to die. So with or without your help I'm going to release the girls and help in any way I can." Margaret Mitchell focused briefly on Erin Macintosh before looking down at her daughter who was half sitting and half lying on the ground. "I really am sorry sweetheart I don't know what else to do, maybe Keith and Trevor will be able to do something but somehow I don't think we'll be much use with a bullet in us." Ten minutes later Samantha Mitchell was tied down on the metal table, Anne and Meredith were dressed again and the other three were lying in two bundles on the floor with wrists and ankles tied together. Armstrong was with his girlfriend and Margaret Mitchell by herself while the knife I'd taken from the two women was in the bag near the fence. "Well," I continued when Anne and Meredith had joined me, "I guess you deserve to know why I have an interest in this Nathaniel Bristoll." I turned to Margaret Mitchell first. "I mean I know you sort of hold him responsible for your sister's death because of the pervert he was, because of what he did, and because he was the reason that the gang of thugs paid a visit to her home. Now while all that is most certainly true he wasn't physically responsible for killing them was he?" It took a while until both mother and daughter shook their heads respectively. "Well he WAS responsible for killing my brother!" That certainly got the response I was waiting for as Samantha voiced the question that was clearly on the minds of Armstrong and the three women. "Your brother! Just what the fucking hell has any brother of yours have to do with this?" "You don't get it do you, he was one of the gang that was as good as shot in cold blood. I mean once that prick had a gun my brother and his friends had no chance, they were sitting ducks." "So why interfere? Why not just let us kill him, surely that would've solved everyone's problems. We could force him to write a letter to his Uncle Trent and Aunt Linda telling them that he was starting a new life somewhere up in Northern Queensland and we could post it from somewhere up there. They wouldn't even have given him another thought, particularly if we shove a bank cheque for a couple of thousand dollars in it as a way of saying thank you for putting up with him." "That has a lot going for it I must admit, except for one thing, we think we deserve the money as well. And besides there are two other very important facts." "And what are they? Samantha tried her best to smile through the pain she was obviously feeling. "The first is that Armstrong here, and by default his girlfriend here, Erin Macintosh, knows rather too much about that incident last Wednesday week for his or their own good, or yours for that matter. Then of course there's that little something you were going to do to Anne and Meredith before you kill Bristoll. I mean how can I possibly forget that, how can I possibly forgive any of you for what you were going to do. I mean those are two very good reasons for why you all have to die, and why you Samantha will suffer in exactly the way you were planning to make Anne and Meredith here, and Bristoll, suffer." 'They're coming Winston!' I picked up the chainsaw. "It looks like the time has come ladies." I pulled the cord, set the chainsaw going and held it close to each woman in turn scaring them half to death. "Your guys are on their way back with Bristoll and the money." "Bullshit!" Margaret Mitchell twisted herself around so that she had a better view of the road leading up to the front of the house. "I can see the road now and I can't see or hear anything, I mean how would you... ?" "I suggest you wait about thirty seconds before you decide I'm crazy." ------- Chapter 29: Saturday March 19: Part two WARNING! WARNING!! This chapter contains descriptions of extreme violence. If such descriptions are likely to offend then please be warned, but if you've followed the story this far then you'll know that we're nearly at the end. And besides which it's no more graphic than other chapters, especially chapter 5 — BERWICK BOB! ------- Thirty seconds later the three on the ground were looking on in disbelief as Armstrong's car began to approach the house at a rapid rate. 'Can they see what's happening from the way they're approaching the house?" 'Not until they come around the back Winston, which they're going to do instead of walking through the house.' I grabbed Anne and Meredith's hand and raced for the corner of the house they would be approaching from. Then I waited gun in hand for the slamming of the doors which came seconds later followed by footsteps and the light-hearted conversation between two people. One I recognised as Keith Mitchell, the other I didn't know but assumed to be Trevor Baker. All they were talking about was what they were going to do with their share of the one hundred thousand dollars. I watched as they walked into the backyard within touching distance. But they didn't see me, Anne or Meredith, all they saw was Samantha Mitchell on the table strung out as if she was an offering at some kind of religious ceremony, which I suppose she was except that it would probably be more sacrilegious. And of course they also saw the mother and Armstrong and Erin Macintosh on the ground. "What the hell!" Keith Mitchell just stood there in total disbelief knife in hand. "What the fuck!" added Trevor Baker who had the gun and a firm grip on Bristoll as he started towards the women. "Gee and I thought you were more intelligent than that." I had my gun pointed in their direction as all three of them turned around. "An opportunity to kill Bristoll and share fifty thousand each instead of the sixteen thousand six hundred odd you won't get now thanks to me." "Who're you?" Trevor Baker held up his gun. "Better tell me otherwise I'll shoot, come on--" insisted the heavily built man "--one shot each." He placed his forefinger on the trigger. "Come on are you game?" "I'll do better than that." I dropped my gun hand by my side. "I'll even give you first shot." "Now that's fucking stupid." And before any of the women could warn him he pulled the trigger. "What the — I couldn't miss from that range — I couldn't!" "You didn't Trevor you..." Margaret Mason tried to warn him but not before I interrupted. "SHUT UP!" I said. "He can find out for himself. Tell you what Trevor how about if I move closer." I moved forward with my gun still down by my side until I was just three feet from him. "Now try again." He did too, he extended his arm and pointed the gun at me so he couldn't miss and kept pulling the trigger until the gun was empty. Again nothing happened. "Oops! Looks like you missed again. Now just look at my shirt will you, sixteen bullet holes and a rip where a knife went in, don't think it's much good do you? Oh and it looks like it's my turn." And with Colin helping my aim, and before Baker and Keith Mitchell had a chance to do anything I fired one shot into each forehead killing them instantly. "Now as for you," I turned to Bristoll, "you'd better sit down and be quiet, I'll deal with you later." He looked at Meredith first before settling his gaze on Anne and shrugged his shoulders as though asking what was going on. "Don't worry about her you'll find out soon enough, for now though I suggest you do as you're told." I grabbed the knife out of Keith Mitchell's hand and gave it to Anne who didn't need to be told to put it in the bag alongside the other one. As for the gun which had dropped to the ground I simply kicked it near to where the other ones were lying. After watching Bristoll move to a spot near the back door where he used an old milk crate as a seat I turned my attention to Margaret Mitchell. "I don't have anything against you really, but you," I turned to Sherman Armstrong, "you did see me come out of that house with Anne. And the three of you, I indicated to Erin Macintosh that she was included in this, did see me kill those two." I pointed behind me. "So really the best thing I can do for you is not let you suffer." And before they even had time to protest I shot them in the back of the head from point blank range. "Now," I moved closer to Samantha Mitchell and leant forward until her face was inches from my own. "I already told you I'm going to do exactly what you were going to do to my girl here, the question is will anybody hear you scream?" I turned my mind to Colin. 'Will they, I mean is there any possibility that anybody knows what's going on, that anybody knows we're here?' 'Oh didn't I tell you that the people that live on the two properties either side of this one are away at the moment, why do you think they chose today? No, you have absolutely nothing to worry about, she can scream as loudly as she wants and no one will hear. And once we're finished we'll be free to leave the way we came just as soon as we've contacted your father.' As I continued looking at Samantha Mitchell I gave her the answer to the question. "It looks as though you'll be able to scream to your hearts content, now isn't that nice. It might not make you feel better but I'll certainly get a kick out of hearing you suffer. You see a little birdie tells me that both families that live on the adjoining properties are away." I dropped the gun on the ground, reached down, picked up the chainsaw and held it under her nose. "I've got to undress you first though don't I? Not the worst chore in the world I have to admit. Oh you may not be Miss Australia be I reckon you'll look good enough naked." I turned to Anne for a second. "Honey will you get me that double-edged knife out of the bag." Then I turned back to Samantha Mitchell. "The question is how should I do it? I mean I could just undress you the ordinary way but that would be too easy wouldn't it? No I think that the best way is for me to use the knife or the chainsaw." She didn't answer but I took that as a yes. "Yeah. You know I thought you'd agree. Then after we've got your clothes out of the way we can concentrate on doing what you were going to do to my girlfriend here, and probably to Meredith as well." Anne showed the knife to me. "In that case then can I be the one to cut the clothes off this bitch?" She grinned. "And I promise not to be too careful. And then when I've done that can I insert those sparklers and light them, can I, can I please?" She sounded like an excited young child asking for a bowl of ice-cream and I just couldn't resist. "Of course you can, after all she was going to do that to you. Just remember to put on a pair of gloves, and while you're doing that I'll clean out Armstrong's car. Where were you sitting and Anne sitting?" "Front seat, passenger side of course. Armstrong insisted, said he wanted me sitting next to him," said Anne. "I was in the back behind Anne next to Bristoll while the woman was on his other side and all I touched, apart from the seat when I sat in it, was the seatbelt the door handle and the window winder," added Meredith. I turned back to Anne. "Do you remember touching anything inside or outside the car? You have to remember, this is important." "Er... er... the usual things I suppose. You know the door handle and window winder and... er... oh Jesus I can't think." There was a sudden pained laugh from Samantha Mitchell. "Ha, ha, ha... ouch... ha, ha, ha... how else would you have got into this position?" "Because it was planned you crazy fucking bitch!" Anne suddenly made a dive with the knife. "Why do you think these five people are dead and you're tied down ready to be torn apart by a chainsaw." Her laugh was frenzied, almost out of control as she lunged at the girl's throat with the knife. "No! NO!" I got to her just in time and pulled her back. 'Just as well you were quick enough little brother, anything you can do without my help would be greatly appreciated. Now I do think it's time you continued with this business about the car because at this moment it's probably the only thing that could tie you to this little incident. The only thing that is apart from the possibility that maybe Sherman Armstrong's next door neighbours will remember a couple of visits to his place by a young, extremely pretty girl with brown hair, another pretty girl with red hair and a young man that matches the description of Bristoll.' 'And what about that aunt and uncle of Bristoll's surely we shouldn't forget about them?" 'They won't be a problem, all of that will be taken care of by the letter I'll — shall we say — convince Bristoll to write. Now what about you getting back to Anne and this car business.' "About Sherman Armstrong's car Anne, did you touch anything else? Seatbelts, you would have had to touch the belt and the clip wouldn't you? What about the stereo or the glove box, did you touch either of them, maybe some CD's even?" I looked at Anne and waited. "Come on I have to know." "All of the above I should think. I know I changed a CD for her at her request. It was some god awful classical shit. Fucking torture it was. Anyway I touched that and the stereo and glove box because that's where I pulled the CD from. And of course I would've touched the seat belt and probably a fair bit of the seat as well. Then of course there would've been the door handles and the window winder. Stupid fucking bitch had this thing about not using the air-conditioning when you can open a window." "Good, then I'll clean those things while you begin cutting her clothes off." I grinned at her. "And now I know what to play when you've been a bad girl." As I walked to the car I watched Anne point the knife at the bottom of the right leg of her tight fitting stretch pants, listened as she began speaking to her. "You know I'll bet you wouldn't have worn these if you'd known they were going to be cut off you like this, would you? I remember doing this to some big fat girl four or five weeks ago, made a real mess of her legs I did. Now I'll try not to this time, but you know I can't make any promises because this is a double-edged knife and these pants are an especially tight fit." It took me five minutes to clean the car to Colin's satisfaction. 'Well we had to be careful little brother, at least now you can be absolutely certain that the only prints on Armstrong's car are Keith Mitchell's, Trevor Baker's, Bristoll's and of course her own.' The voice stopped for a second before returning. 'Better get over to the metal table, it seems as though Anne is enjoying her work.' 'And from the sound of it too.' Samantha Mitchell wasn't screaming loudly, yet. But she was screaming consistently as I walked away from the car. I needed only one glance to see that Samantha Mason was now totally nude and distinctly nervous about the way Anne was planning to attack her with the sparklers. But of course she wasn't just nude, she was covered with little streaks of blood, all the way up both legs, on her stomach and across both breasts. Anne's concentration with the first sparkler was total, she had the nipple of the girl's left breast in a tight grip between the thumb and index finger of her left hand as she picked up the first of the sparklers with her right. With some degree of pressure she managed to force it through the end of the nipple and into the breast until the sparkling part of the sparkler was touching flesh as yet another scream, the loudest yet, broke the silence. "That's it scream you bitch, the louder the better." I stood behind Samantha Mitchell and moved my face close to hers as Anne began to squeeze the nipple of the other breast in preparation to force the second of the twenty sparklers into the other nipple in similar fashion. "Just be grateful we're not going to do everything you had planned for Anne." "AAARRRGGGHHH! OOUUCCHH! Oh Jesus aitch Christ that fucking hurt. What do you mean everything? How do you know what I had planned?" Then she looked up at Anne. "Oh of course she would've..." I interrupted grinning. "No she didn't tell me." Then I looked at Anne. "One more in each of her tits would be good." Then I turned to Samantha Mitchell again. "I knew about your plans with the sparklers, the chainsaw and the butternut pumpkin before I even got to the house, as for the how and the why, I'm afraid I can't tell you that." The decibels of Samantha Mitchell's screams increased dramatically when Anne fixed the third and forth sparklers into both breasts and continued to get louder as she inserted four more in a line down to her navel, put five in each leg until finally reaching a crescendo as she pushed the final two through both outer lips of her vagina. "Won't be long now." I picked up the chainsaw and showed it to her. "As soon as Anne light's all of the sparklers I'll just about be ready." I rubbed it under her nose. "You see I'm going to cut off your fingers and toes, but I don't want to even start until I can smell the burning of your flesh." I watched happily as Anne one by one lit them with a box of matches she'd found in the house. I listened to the spark, watched the shimmer of light from each of the twenty sparklers burn their way down to her flesh. One cry followed another as each flash of fire reached her body. I waited for the first whiff of burning flesh, then I cranked up the chainsaw. "Ooohh I don't think you're going to like this Samantha." I pressed it against each of her little toes in turn and sliced both off in a split second, then I took each toe in turn until they were all gone and her feet were just a bloody mess. "Oh don't pass out on me Samantha," I said as the girl's skin began to blister in some spots, as those blisters began to blacken before the sparklers finally died. I slapped her face hard several times to make sure she was awake before moving to her fingers. "Why don't you just kill me? ARRGGGHHHH — OW! AARRRGGGGHHHHH, OOHHH FUUCCCKKKK! Come on... !" She took a long deep breath and let it out slowly as though that would help her control the pain. "Can't you just fucking kill me! Can't you just get it over with, PLEASE!" Screamed Samantha Mitchell. "Oh just like you would've done with Anne and Meredith right?" I did it slightly differently this time and cut all the fingers off her left hand. My heart was pumping at the sight of the blood as it gushed out from where her thumb and four fingers had once been. It was beating at the thrill of what we'd done to this girl, with the knowledge that my conscience was clear because this was what she had planned for Anne and Meredith. Then suddenly I realised that the girl had passed out on me. "Hey wake up bitch! You have to witness what we're doing because I am going to make you suffer like you were going to do to Anne." I knew that from her blood loss she couldn't stay conscious for much longer so I went to the tap by the back door and turned it full on before grabbing the water gun that was attached to the hose, pressed the trigger and aimed it at her face until she was as awake as she was going to get. I looked at Anne who had the knife in her hand and was clearly questioning what to do next. "Stick the tip in each nostril, slice up, then grab the flaps and pull them apart. I'll cut off the fingers of her other hand and then maybe we'll find a use for the rest of the matches." I watched as Anne forced the blade first into Samantha Mitchell's right nostril until it was split totally apart and then into the other one for the same result. "Now pull!" And she did, both flaps of each nostril in turn until the girl's whole nasal area was a bloody mess. "That's great, now let's get this whole thing finished up. We've got somebody over there to deal with." I looked in the direction of Nathaniel Bristoll before I pointed the blade of the chainsaw at the Mitchell girls other hand and cut swiftly and cleanly thrilling once more to the sight of her blood before she passed out for the third and final time. "Oh Samantha you might think it's over but I've got new for you." I threw the matches in the direction Bristoll who caught the box almost instinctively. "Your turn. It's quite simple really. You've heard of the practice from years ago of cauterising wounds to prevent infection and gangrene?" He rather hesitantly nodded his head. "Good boy, well it seems only fair that we do the right thing by this girl. Now all you have to do is light a few matches." 'This has been a perfect up to now little brother, and Bristoll's hesitating as I knew he would. You see I'd already figured that it would be much better if Bristoll did a little bit himself, if he actually burned with the matches and finished cutting her up with the chainsaw. I mean it's not going to make any difference because she's as good as dead already. Anyway it's good that I didn't have to tell you, though I do have a couple of suggestions you can put to him.' I listened to everything Colin had to say then turned back to Bristoll. "Do you want me to kill you here and now Bristoll, I mean it'll be even longer and slower than the death of the Mitchell girl here." I put the chainsaw down on the table between the girl's legs and picked up my gun from where I'd dropped it before. "I'll start with your knee-caps of course. Then I'll shoot your fingers off one by one, how would that be for a nice start? Then of course there's the garage, a little birdie tells me that there's some equipment in there I can use to string you up, feet first of course. Once you're strung up to our satisfaction I'll slice your skin off piece by piece, take a little bit of flesh her and a little bit of flesh there just to keep you bleeding, just to see how long it takes you to die. Does it surprise you that Susan here--" I laughed contemptibly "--wants to help?" He didn't move, it was almost as if he was frozen to the spot. "What's the matter Bristoll don't you want to help harm the girl who was going to do all those things to your girlfriend?" I grabbed Anne's hand. "This girl you care so much about and thought cared about you, don't you want to do that? Because she did care for you, that is until those last two little incidents, the one with those girls and that little escapade with the girls from the fountain." "H-How — er — how did you know?" He turned to Anne. "I thought you said that you'd... ?" "Forgive you? Trust you? I said I'd try. And I did try Nathan but it was simply no good, Winston here made me see that. What would happen when I'm not around? How long would it take you to go back to your old habits? I'm sorry Nathan, it just wouldn't work." "BUT I LOVE YOU SUSAN!" As much as he was horrified at what he had just witnessed he was in tears as he stammered a pitiable response. "Don't you understand that I love you more than life..." "You're not only a pervert, you're pathetic as well," responded Anne calmly as she stood hands on hips glaring at him. "Heaven knows how I could have fallen for you in the first place." Before Bristoll could even think of a response my brother was quick to intervene. 'All right, all right! Now you leave him to me. I can fix this now because in his heart he really does want to hurt this girl, he just doesn't know it yet. Now drop your gun where he can see it, grab the cloth you were cleaning the car with and clean the wooden block and the metal table, then you can sit down with Anne and Meredith.' Once I'd done as I was told I took hold of Anne and Meredith's hands and pulled them back to the house where the three of us sat down on three milk crates. "What's happening now Winston?" Whispered Meredith. "Is he — well you know — is he going to do his — you know — going to do his business? I mean can he help out with..." "Just watch and you'll see," I said as I put an arm round her bare shoulders. For a moment nothing happened as Bristoll stared first at the matches and then into space. Suddenly though his expression changed from someone close to panic, to someone totally devoid of expression and finally to someone who had all the anger in the world and was intent on taking it out on just one person. Anne and I watched as Nathaniel Bristoll walked over, struck a match and held it to both of the open wounds that had once been Samantha Mitchell's nostrils. 'That should wake her up just enough little brother, enough to get her attention for when he uses the matches to burn the rest of her wounds. You see he's angry enough to do anything to her now, and anything is precisely what he's going to do. But to accomplish that I'm going to need Anne's help because I've made him believe that part of her still loves him despite the way she's just abused him. You see when he's finished with the matches he'll pick up the chainsaw, turn to Anne and tell her that he's doing it for her because of what Samantha Mitchell was going to do to both of them. Now what Anne's got to do is remind him that she couldn't possibly love him in the same way after what he did to those two girls. Then she has to suggest that the best thing he could do is commit suicide before heading off to the trees with Meredith and waiting for us there. Now would you tell her that?' I related to Anne exactly what my brother had said, which brought a sweet smile to her face when she realised it meant finishing this thing once and for all. So we — Anne Meredith and I — settled back and watched with a high degree of amazement as Nathaniel Bristoll began to attack Samantha Mason's body with match after match, and with a fanaticism that was hard to equate with the same person of not five minutes ago. Even after all this time and all of the remarkable episodes I still found it hard to believe that it was happening, that it was possible. 'Watch him pick up the chainsaw Fred and rest it against the girl's neck.' I did watch with Meredith, so did Anne, and the screams which had started from the first match held to her nose and had risen with intensity with every match increased even more when Bristoll picked it up and did exactly as my brother had said he would. 'Now he's going to start it up Winston, going to continue to press the blade down as he does so until her head is totally severed. Oh and tell Anne she can look away if she wants to.' I relayed the message to Anne who could only smile. "Not look? You must be fucking joking I wouldn't miss this for the world." "Me neither," said Meredith with a huge grin. We both watched as Nathaniel Bristoll pulled the cord that set the chainsaw in motion, watched as the blade began to cut into the woman's neck. Then we listened to the piercing scream that started from the depths of her soul and stopped suddenly as her vocal cords were severed before watching as blood sprayed from the woman's stretched neck and covered him as her head was severed by one continuous cut of the blade. 'It's time Winston. Time for Anne to play her little part of blaming everything on Bristoll. And tell her she has to be convincing.' I sat back and cuddled Meredith to me as I did exactly that and she responded as positively as I would have expected. "Oh you don't have to worry about me Winston, I think I'm going to enjoy this. And you still want me and Meredith to climb that fence and head for the trees don't you?" "Just remember to climb over that broken part of the fence and don't forget to walk in a straight line to those trees because I'm going to follow that exact path and cover our tracks when we're done." Meredith and I watched Anne get off the block and take three paces forward before I turned my attention to Bristoll who had lifted the blade after watching the head drop to the ground. He was turning slowly around staring at the chainsaw, at his own bloodstained clothing, at Anne and finally at the headless body of Samantha Mason as he vomited up whatever it was he'd had for breakfast. It took him several minutes to recover and when he did it was all he could do to string any words together. "I — I couldn't have done... Did I... ? Please tell me I didn't..." was all Nathaniel Bristoll could manage to get out before Anne got stuck into him. "Because you loved me! You said that's why you did it. Oh that's horrible, how could you do that? How could you do all these things to this woman?" She had become quite the expert on crying, and she proved it now as the tears began to flow. "How could you kill all these people? And to think I actually thought I was in love with you. I hope you burn in hell you — YOU BASTARD! You're evil do you know that? You're depraved, everything that any decent minded person despises." She stopped then and just watched him, so did I. He turned around and looked at the bodies of Keith Mitchell, Trevor Baker, Margaret Mitchell, Sherman Armstrong and Erin Macintosh before turning to the gun on the ground. "Not them too? Surely I didn't? No not me! That's impossible, I just couldn't, couldn't..." His voice faded as he collapsed to the ground next to the gun. I watched Anne walk to the fence with Meredith before she turned to face him with tears streaming down her cheeks. "I forgave you those times you said you peeped in on different girls, I tried to understand because of your upbringing and because of what happened to your parents. I guess I could have forgiven you fucking those two girls from the fountain. But I kept recalling the business with those two girls, I couldn't forgive what you did to them so how can I forgive you this?" She walked back to Bristoll and spat in his face. "To think that I actually let you fuck me, actually let you get your grubby paws all over me. I'm just glad I made you use a condom." Anne walked back to the fence, climbed over and looked back one last time. "As far as I'm concerned there's only one thing left for you to do." She pointed to the gun. "Maybe if you really do have some guts you'll do it." Then she turned and walked away without turning back. I was so busy watching Anne and Meredith walk to the trees that I hadn't even realised Bristoll was missing. 'Hey Colin where did he go?' 'It's all right little brother he's gone inside to a desk where there's some pen and paper. He's going to write a suicide note explaining everything then shoot himself with the gun you used and then dropped to the ground. That way his prints will be on the gun, on the chainsaw and on the body of Samantha Mitchell.' It was a good fifteen minutes before Nathaniel Bristoll walked out of the house, headed to the gun, picked it up, swallowed the barrel and splattered his brains all over the backyard. 'Good, now all that's left is for you to read the letter before we sweep the yard, go home and party.' I followed my brother's directions to the desk, saw the letter and read it. To my dearest Aunt Linda, I write this letter to you because you seemed to understand me more than Uncle Trent ever did, because you seemed to care more than he possibly could. Not that I blame him you understand, after all he was right wasn't he? Only this time it was a lot worse, this time I actually broke in and attacked two girls. It was shameful I know but how do you break the habits of a lifetime? I guess things may have been all right if this man called Sherman Armstrong hadn't found out and told a girl by the name of Samantha Mitchell whose mother's name was Margaret Mitchell. Do you know that name? Well you should do, she's my mother's sister. Funny how I didn't know about her, but then I guess my father's side of the family didn't get on with my mother's side did they? I suppose it would be understandable the Mitchells would blame me for my mother's death, that like you they'd feel a little cheated because of the money I got in trust, particularly when there was practically nothing in the rest of the estate. But to plan to kill me, that was going a little far wasn't it? Even then they would have succeeded if one of them hadn't got a little careless with the gun on our return from the solicitors office where I picked up the letter and from the bank where they forced me to withdraw the entire amount. Once I had the gun the rest was pretty simple. Does that sound familiar? I suppose after what happened with that gang that shot my parents it should. Anyway I shot the two men, Keith Mitchell who I suppose must have been my cousin and Trevor Baker who was Aunt Margaret's boyfriend. Then I shot my aunt and this Sherman Armstrong and his girlfriend Erin Macintosh after I'd forced them to tie up this Samantha Mitchell, another cousin I think. Unfortunately for Samantha I found out what she had planned for me which I guess was the last straw. Please don't think badly of me because of what I did to her, if things had been just a little different, if life had been a little more kind things may possibly have turned out for the better. As it is I think my solution is the best for everyone. So take the hundred thousand dollars and put it to good use. Please find it in your heart to forgive me, Nathaniel 'What about those two guns Colin?' 'Oh don't worry about them, they're just there to confuse the issue. All you've got worry about is cleaning the sparklers one by one and picking up a long thin piece of wood by the chopping block that'll come in handy to cover our tracks back to where your father's going to meet us. Which reminds me, it's time to give him a call. And don't forget to remind him to give you a call back about a kilometre from that left turn lane.' I waited until I'd completed the task with the sparklers, grabbed the piece of wood and jumped the fence before I relayed the instructions to my father. Then I concentrated on brushing the ground after me as I headed for the trees where Anne and Meredith were waiting. "What do we do now?" Anne asked as they both grabbed me and gave me an enthusiastic hug each. "We wait for a phone call from my father, then we head home and party." ------- Chapter 30: Saturday March 19: Part Three The phone call came right on time. 'Good tell him to come straight round. Tell him it's all clear little brother.' I did and we waited for the car to come into view. When it did Anne and Meredith jumped into the back while I sat in the front. "Just what sort of headlines am I going to read in tomorrows papers Winston, just what sort of bloodbath will they be describing? How many bodies Winston, how many?" "Seven," I said as casually as possibly. "SEVEN!" His voice began to rise along with his blood pressure. "What are you after some sort of a bloody record? I mean it's more than twenty isn't it?" "Thirty five if you're really counting, but we're only responsible for thirty two of them. I mean the brother of that girl Tracey Carpenter really did kill his friend and himself. So did Bristoll — kill himself I mean." "Oh well that makes it okay then." He turned and looked at me for a second. "Promise me one thing." I didn't answer choosing to wait until my father finished. "Promise me that it's all over and we can resume something remotely approaching a normal life, that is aside from the benefits we'll be getting from Colin." "Yes pop it's finally over." I was waiting for some kind of input from Colin on what our father said but there was no response, which to me was a little surprising. "Good because I don't know how much more I could have taken." Dad dropped Anne and I off at the multi-storey car park and after telling us he'd see us at the party, raced off. Anne and Meredith pulled me into a dark corner and pulled me tightly into their soft and welcoming bodies. "You know what we've been itching for don't you. I mean shit Meredith and I have been wanting a proper fuck ever since we left that place." "She's not wrong," said Meredith with a giggle. "God if I didn't think we'd be disturbed I'd drop my shorts and panties and let you fuck me right here." 'Not the best idea little brother, and besides from what I can see you may have to call into a bottle shop and stock up on beer and spirits. It seems too much has been drunk and not enough replaced.' 'Where have you been? I thought I wouldn't have been able to shut you up after such a successful morning, especially with the way dad was carrying on.' 'Let's just say that I was busy and leave it at that.' "I gather the answer is no then?" "Huh? Oh sorry Meredith I was miles away. What did you say?" "Could only be Colin couldn't it." I started to respond but she held up her hand as we reached the van. Don't worry," she kissed me briefly as did Anne, "I guess I can wait until we get home." I waited until we were in the van and on our way out of the car park before I responded. "Don't feel too bad girls we've got plenty of time, the rest of our lives in fact." A quick visit to the closest bottle shop for two slabs of Vic Bitter, two bottles of whisky, brandy, vodka and bourbon plus the necessary mixers took fifteen minutes. It took another five to clear the town before I finally relaxed and held up my hand to take 'High Fives' from Anne and Meredith. "You know what we're gonna do?" I asked. Meredith and Anne merely smiled. "WE'RE GONNA PARTY!" I was in a hurry to get to the house but I was taking it slow. I should've been savouring the moment of final triumph, anticipating the celebration to come but I was puzzling over the sudden disappearance of my brother at a time he should have been bubbling over with happiness. Then out of nowhere three police cars flashed past us with lights blazing and sirens blaring. "Where do you suppose they're going in such a hurry?" asked Anne as she snuggled close. "Who cares," I said as I put my left arm around her shoulder and she in turn put her arm around Meredith's. "We know where we're going." A short while later I pulled off the side of the road and slowed down. I was going to stop and open the gate but I didn't have too, it was already open and one of the three police cars that had passed us was parked outside blocking the entrance! Instinctively I looked up the length of the driveway. Anne followed my gaze and matched my gasp as we saw the other two police cars. I stopped the car and just continued staring, wondering what the hell three police cars could be doing here. Naturally my first thoughts were the events at the Mitchell place. Maybe the carefully laid plans had come unstuck. Maybe, just maybe the police had been able to link the three of us with the murders. But if they had then why hadn't they stopped us on the road instead of just driving past and taking a chance we'd run for it. 'Because they don't even know about the murders at the Mitchell property yet Winston. Now I suggest that you drive up to the police car, and when you do, remember one thing.' 'And just what would that be?' 'You've been at flat seven, sixty three Redwood Ave all day. And if the police ask who you were with tell them that the young lady's name is Marilyn Murphy and the three of you were there all day.' 'And just who the hell is she?' 'The girl at the bowling alley who signed you up all those weeks ago, you could say that I've convinced her to be your alibi in case the police think you could in any way be responsible for what happened here. Now I suggest you move up to that first car, the police are starting to wonder just who you are.' By the time I started off again Meredith sat up straight and looked across Anne to me. "Were you talking to your brother, to Colin?" I nodded. "Does he know about the police cars and what they are doing here?" I nodded again. "He's not telling us though, all he's doing is offering some kind of an alibi." I told them about Marilyn Murphy and how we were supposed to have spent the day with her, then I pulled up behind the police car. "Remember this Marilyn Murphy alibi, I have a feeling it's going to be important." I wound down the window and stared up at the uniformed figure as he approached. "Winston Hillman," I offered as I indicated Anne and Meredith next to me. "This is Ann Bingham and Meredith Brooke-Adams we've been at a friends place all day." Then I indicated the booze in the back of the van. "All this is for a party we were returning to. Nothing special you understand, just one of our regular Saturday night get-togethers. Why is there something wrong officer?" "I'm afraid there's been some kind of... er... some kind of a fight. Maybe the two of you should walk up to the house. I think that detectives Marsh and Parker might like to talk to you." I saw the recognition in Anne's face immediately, felt the firmness of her grip as she held my hand. Anne had been interviewed by a detective Parker after the bodies of her parents were discovered. Anne walked straight to the constable when she got out of the car. "They're homicide aren't they? I know because one of them talked to me about the death of my parents." She was raising her voice obviously dreading the thought of what could be waiting for us. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" She was shouting now and worried as I was, concerned about what we would find at the house. I was starting to feel that it was time to try and calm Anne down. 'Leave her be Winston, it's better this way. And at least she won't be acting, not like she was when she was told about her parents.' My heart was pounding, I was starting to shake and it took all of my self-control to remain calm. I knew now what we were going to find up at the house. And so apparently did Anne. "IT'S CYRIL ISN'T IT? AND CONNIE." Anne was literally screaming as real tears began to flow. She was banging on the chest of the policeman while the other officer, a policewoman was trying her level best to calm Anne down. "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" She pushed the policewoman away with both hands and turned back to the constable. The yelling and screaming had taken its toll and her voice was now a little above a whisper as the tears began to have their effect. "How many more is... ? Are they all... ? Tell me they aren't... ?" Her voice trailed off as she turned and pressed her body into mine and buried her teared-stained face one of my shoulders while an equally tearful Meredith did the same to my other shoulder. 'Don't worry Winston they'll rally. And you'd better as well.' 'Then it's true. Are they all dead?' By this time we were heading down the driveway towards the house. Anne was a lot calmer now as Meredith hugged her close as they walked in front of me, and I was too scared to be anything else. 'I guess you'll find out soon enough, just remember the name Marilyn Murphy and that address. Oh and don't even think about sending me back yet, you could find yourself answering a lot of unnecessary questions. You might even find a couple of your alibis disappearing, in fact I'd go so far as to say that some people might even get their memory back about the night Anne's parents were killed.' We reached the front of the house where detective Anthony Parker was waiting. "Miss Bingham and the missing son Winston and... ?" He looked at Meredith questioningly. I introduced her. "Well it seems that we're making a habit of meeting under tragic circumstances." I retained a strong grip on Anne's hand in case she should try and do something silly and Meredith walked around and took my other hand. "Are they all... ?" I knew everyone was dead but I had to ask, it just took me a while to work up the courage. I didn't need to act, all I needed was the knowledge that I'd been double-crossed by my brother. "Dad, Connie, the others, are they all... all dead?" "Believe me when I say that I really am sorry, for both of you. I'm afraid there really is no easy way to say this so I'll tell it like it is. There are bodies by the pool, on the patio, in the games room, kitchen and one of the two back bedrooms. A total of seventeen in all." "Seventeen! Not counting Anne and I--" she was a lot calmer now, due in no small part — I was prepared to guess — to my brother "--my father and Connie were expecting twelve guests, that would leave three unaccounted for. If they weren't guests then they must have been... ?" "Responsible? Considering they were armed with fully automatic shotguns and fourteen of the bodies were killed by such means I'd say so. I'd also say that your father died bravely. I know it won't make you feel better but it may give you something to hang on to later on. You see your father was the only one armed with a rifle and he took out all three of the intruders, the last one just before they — just before he died." Meredith suddenly jumped forward and faced detective Parker. Her tears were flowing now and they were as real as Anne's. "How long ago did this — when did it happen? Come on," she pushed him in the chest with the palms of both hands, "you have to tell me, us, how long ago this happened." "Less than an hour ago miss," replied the detective holding her hands in his. "The three intruders probably arrived about forty five minutes ago." "While we were in the bottle shop getting drinks they were breaking in..." Anne slumped to the ground as she broke down hopelessly. "While we were driving home, Cyril, Connie and the gang were all being... Oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" Her face was buried in the concrete of the driveway until finally she looked at me and the two detectives in turn. "Why, why, WHY!" The other detective put his hand on my shoulder and suggested rather circumspectly that maybe I could help identify my father, Connie and all of our friends. I followed him around to the back of the house, past the patio and three covered bodies in an area taped off, past the remains of the outdoor furniture to the pool where there lay four covered bodies. One by one he lifted off the covers and one by one I gave him the names Mark Paulous, Bill Pappus, Cindy Davidson and Cheri Collins. Next stop was the three bodies in the patio area. The first two weren't known to me, dressed in faded jeans, tattered singlets with skinhead haircuts they were clearly two of the intruders. However it was the third body that shook me. It was almost too much when the inspector removed the sheet at my request and I saw the bloodied — bullet ridden body of my father. "If you wish to take a couple of minutes Mr. Hillman I'll be over..." "No I don't think so, I think it's best if we get this over with as quickly as possible." I followed the inspector into the games room where I identified the bodies of Valerie Chesterton, Joe Paulson and Benny Andrews. The forth one was unknown to me and came as a bit of a shock, the body was female and of extremely generous proportions. It seemed that I was finally face to face with Big Bertha, the one that Connie had referred to as being like Dolly Parton with attitude. From there we went to the kitchen where I identified Morrie and Julie Dixon and Betty Hart. By my calculations that left three unaccounted for and I didn't need the inspector to tell me where they were. I led the inspector into my father's bedroom, went to the bodies laying on the floor beside the bed and identified them as Connie and the Foster brothers. I already had a fair idea what they were doing and their lack of clothing seemed to confirm it. I went to the entrance to the bedroom, leant back against the door-frame and slumped to the ground. I'd been hardened by the violence of the last couple of months and by the events of today but nothing could have prepared me for the slaughter that had taken place here, this was personal. My father was dead, so was Connie and every single member of our little family and I knew — just knew — that somehow or other my brother had arranged the whole thing. 'No point in denying it is there Winston? But it really is for the best, after all the fewer loose ends the better. And it really does make for a better new start.' 'You fucking bastard, you had this all planned from the start. How the hell could you — I trusted you, so did my father and Connie. And what about Anne and Meredith what am I supposed to say to them?' 'You'll work it out little brother otherwise I'll do it for you, and after what you've seen here you don't want that do you? And remember Marilyn Murphy, that address and those threats which I promise you are very real. I mean I could kill the pair of you now if I wished before I went back below but that wouldn't be any fun. No, I think I would enjoy it better down there knowing the three of you were spending the rest of your life in jail.' I followed detective Marsh back to the front of the house where Anne and the other detective was waiting. We successfully answered all of their questions for more than an hour before they led us back to the van and allowed us to go. "You should be able to move back into the house in a couple of days Winston, I reckon the clean up team will be done by then." "Oh I don't think we'll be able to do that detective Marsh. I think I'll just sell up and move." I tried to smile. "There have been some good times in this house but all I'll... all I'll ever see..." I was trying hard to block back the tears and was failing miserably. I turned away to compose myself, pulled a handkerchief out to wipe my eyes and turned back. "You see all I'll ever see is my father and Connie and all of my friends. "No I think Anne and I will go back to Marilyn's place if she'll put us up--" 'She will.' "--for the next couple of nights. And then we'll put the sale in motion on Monday. If that doesn't interfere with your job in any way?" "You might want to give us about a week. It all looks pretty clear but we have to be sure." After the detectives had gone back to the house to join the rest of their people Anne and Meredith both remained silent for a full five minutes while sitting in the van before Anne finally found the nerve to ask a simple one word question. "Why?" "They were loose ends that's all potential risks that my brother couldn't afford." "Just like us huh?" 'Would you like some really good news Winston, I'm thinking that you could use some? And I'm talking about all three of you.' 'Just what sort of news could you have that would make us feel better right at this moment?' 'How about if I told you that all the while I'm in your body you'll never get any older and that if you make love to Anne and Meredith at least twice a day while I'm occupying your body, neither will they.' 'You're kidding, I guess that would make me feel a little better. You're not just saying that to make me feel better?' 'Now what do you think Winston? And incidentally your father was part of the deal with Bristoll because the big fellow down below knew how I felt about him. I just wasn't allowed to tell you. As for everybody else, they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.' 'I guess all things considered then I just have to take the good with the bad, ' I responded rationally. 'I guess so. Now shouldn't you tell Anne and Meredith? Oh, and Marilyn will be quite happy to make up a foursome seeing as she's quite the happy bisexual. Just remember that you and Anne and you and Meredith have to make love twice each, that means that you have to pump two lots of sperm into each of them. Now come on Winston tell them, I guarantee they'll feel better.' So I did tell them. They both smiled for the first time since we had arrived home. "Well what are we waiting for," said Anne for both of them, "let's get to Marilyn's place and fuck. Come on let's go otherwise we'll rape you right here." Then she looked at me. "But what about this Marilyn won't she expect her share, won't that drain your precious cum?" 'She likes girls more than guys. And she's between girlfriends at the moment!' "Colin says that she's likes pussy more than cock, so I guess she'll be happy to tickle both your fancies while you're reviving me. That is if both of you still have a fancy for a girl's tongue in your pussy, and still have a taste for pussy yourselves." This time they were both grinning, their usual horny nature taking over. "Well what the fuck are we waiting for?" they both said at the same time. Epilogue It's been six months since Nathaniel Bristoll... er... committed suicide, six months since that little episode at the Hillman place. In that time everything has settled down rather happily for Anne and Meredith and my little brother and they are happily having sex at least twice a day with him. Now ordinarily that would be too much for any man, but with my help coping with a load like that is easy for him... for us. And of course not getting any older as they lived in a leased luxury apartment near the city made the tragic events of six months ago easier to take. Now what of all the events that happened you ask. Naturally no other explanation about the death of Wayne Charles was possible and people simply had to accept that Ian Carpenter did indeed shoot him before feeling guilty and shooting himself. And let's face it they did deserve to die for what they were planning to do to Winston. But what about the sister Tracey? You may say she didn't deserve what happened to her. Well I guess I did get a little carried away where she was concerned. Which really is the point, it was me that got carried away not Winston. He couldn't have stopped killing her if he'd wanted to. Why did I kill her? Well it was because of what she did to Marvin Wallace, that much was true. But it was also because when she was walking out of the hotel she was wishing Winston dead rather than have him touch her again. I simply decided to make it Tracey Carpenter and not my brother. The police seem to think that there's a connection between her murder and the suicide-murder of her brother and Wayne Charles, and why wouldn't they? As for those men that owed Winston and his father money, the men my brother and Anne went to see on their first night together, well given the opportunity they would have killed Winston and Anne, all I did was to make sure it happened the other way round. And besides, if you think of all the young lives they've ruined then they really weren't much of a loss. As far as the police are concerned this remains a gang killing and isn't worth their time and money when so many other crimes remain unsolved. One of those of course is a certain car disappearing off the Great Ocean Road and hitting the rocks below. Now no one would argue that they didn't deserve to die, after all it was them that broke into the house and tried to take Connie back at any cost. That was another one that the police have put on the 'we'll get to that when we have no other crimes to solve' list. As for that girl Karen Marshall, well saving her was just another of Winston and Anne's Good-Samaritan acts and a way of giving Winston and Anne a good alibi should they need one. As for those Sharks in that Footscray hotel. Well I guess that was just personal, but I can say that they were guilty of any number of rapes, aggravated assault and the occasional killing. So I hardly think that society is mourning their loss either. Last but not least of course is the incident at the Mitchell property, and the police are generally accepting that Nathaniel Bristoll did all the killing and killed himself. For a while they did have problem understanding why there were other guns there and a host of empty shells lying all over the place, not that they could ever tie anything to Winston or Anne, or even Meredith. I mean with my help that would be impossible. So eventually they gave up, took the easy way out and put it all down to Bristoll. All things considered it's as I explained to Winston, and through him to Anne and Meredith. The only person who died who probably didn't deserve to was Tracey Carpenter which I already explained had nothing to do with Winston or Anne or Meredith. Indeed it was a very happy result for all concerned, well certainly for me. Anne and Meredith of course are happy as long as Winston is and as long as he makes love to them at least twice a day. And do you know the funny thing is they're both in love with him now because they want to be. In fact they are quite the happy little threesome, and all I did was give their three way relationship its initial kick-start. The death of Dad, Connie and the family? I guess you're saying that they didn't deserve to die either. Well that's probably true. But it's like I told Winston, that really was necessary. Now there's no way there can be any slip-ups. They're getting used to it too. At first it was a struggle but things are going really well now, I guess knowing you're not going to get any older makes it a little easier to take. Of course I help as well. Naturally it helps to keep a regular flow of money coming in, legally of course. And then there's the sex, you'd be amazed how popular Winston is with his never-ending sex drive and that's before, during and after the minimum of four times he makes love to Anne and Meredith. And of course neither girl needs any help with their sex drive just a regular supply of the right kind of men. Or should that be the right kind of penises? Where are we now? We're on a beach on the Gold Coast in Queensland. I can now say we because my brother and Anne and Meredith consider me to be an integral part of their lives. Anne and Meredith of course are sunbathing nude without any chance of any official stopping them. Of course they do get the occasional offer from praying groups of young, and in some cases not so young, men who seem to make it their business to offer their services in the suntan cream application department. Most of them of course they refuse, funnily enough though they do seem to know who the genuine guys seem to be. What have we been doing in the months since my mission with Bristoll was accomplished? Anything we wanted to really. You know, like visits to the races, Sydney Harbour and Jupiter's Casino to add to the vast sum we already possessed from dad's estate and the sale of the property. Visits to the football to see the Brisbane Lions and the eventual 2005 premiers the Sydney Swans. Meals at expensive restaurants, entertainment at some of the most exclusive nightclubs where we also manage to find a smorgasbord of talent of both sexes to feed the vast sexual appetite of Winston and Anne and Meredith. Me? Oh yes all right me too, I mean how could I not when there's just so many attractive girls that are deserving of, as Winston would say, 'A good fucking!' And it won't be long before 'Schoolies' starts about the third week in November. (For Schoolies Think Spring Break in the U.S.A!) So as you can see life is good and the future pretty rosy unless my... er... BOSS decides to go back on his word and call me back. He's the only way I could go back, I mean I really don't think Winston will send me back do you? At least not after the threats I made which by the way are very, very real. And of course there is that 'staying young' thing. But my BOSS could you know, I mean he is the devil and he does have the power to call me back at any time. Though I doubt if he will as long as I... er... misbehave from time to time, ha-ha-ha! I think that means at least one murder a year. Oh and the good thing is that they can be a deserving case which should at least keep Winston and the girls happy. Oh and before I go there is one strange incident I should relate, you see when we were on our way to Sydney in Winston's panel van, which by the way he eventually traded in, the police were in the process of checking the contents of every car leaving the state. Now the funny thing was that just as he was about to check the content of ours when he suddenly changed his mind thus depriving himself of the opportunity of seeing my little brother's bag of tricks. I'll leave you to work out why. And you never know, with the fun to be had up here most days, and especially nights, and with Schoolies not far off you might here from us again. Warmest regards — THE LATE COLIN HILLMAN! ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-10-25 Last Modified: 2005-12-20 / 08:09:58 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------