Buzzard Bay (55 page)

THIRTY-FIVE

L
ENA THOUGHT LONG
and hard about the consequences of what she had done last night. She came to the conclusion that this might work in her favor. She couldn’t see any way Jon could get his money out of the United States without her help. She also thought of a way to get Bob out of here, but it was risky. Bob already had breakfast ready when she came out of her bedroom. It had been a long time since she’d had an appetite; this morning she was ravenous.

“There may be a way out of here, Bob,” she told him between mouthfuls, “but it’s going to require you to do things, as you said yourself, that you don’t normally do.”

“Anything is better than sitting here doing nothing,” Bob was obviously interested.

“The Venezuelan girl Jon sent over here to keep Julio satisfied is living in the pool house,” she pointed down toward the pool. “He has another girlfriend so he put her over here out of the way. Once in a while, he has one of his bodyguards come over and get her, probably for his guys to play with, I don’t know. But anyway, with the new wall separating the property, they have to escort her around by the front gate. If you could disable his man, dress up like him, and escort her out the front gate, you are home free. They usually come after dark, and the soldiers at the front gate don’t seem to pay much attention to this sort of going on.”

“So all I have to do is wait for Julio’s man to show up, whack him over the head, and take the girl out,” Bob summarized what she had told him.

“Sort of,” Lena answered. “A little more effort may be required on your part such as seducing the girl into wanting to go with you, which may not be too hard, considering your vast experience at seducing woman and the fact that she probably doesn’t like getting gangbanged by the paid help?” Lena shrugged, “It’s just a thought. Maybe it’s better to sit here and see what happens.”

Bob took a deep breath, “Down by the pool, hey?”

“Yes, and don’t play hard to get, you don’t have much time. I’ve got a tight little thong for you to wear, and I can help you get a hard-on if you want. Then go lay by the pool. I guarantee you won’t be alone long. Honestly, Mr. Green, most men couldn’t wait for a chance like this, but then if their lives were on the line, most of them couldn’t get it up anyway.”

“Go get me that thong, Lena, and I’ll see what I can do.”

Lena watched out her window seeing Bob lay himself out by the pool. Soon the Venezuelan girl came out of the pool house and lay across from him. By late afternoon, they were laying beside each other, the girl rubbing her hand on his body then they disappeared.

After dark, Lena usually went for a swim. Tonight she was curious, if anything, to find out how Bob was doing. As she entered the pool, she saw something flash among the shrubbery at the far end. She entered the pool and quietly swam toward the strange glow that appeared and then disappeared. She was quite close when she heard the moaning and realized what the light was. The girl had put one of Julio’s fluorescent rubbers on Bob, and as he moved in and out of her the condom flashed in the dark. Damn, she was horny; she remembered that cock, and for an instant thought of joining them then she thought better of it. She couldn’t spoil Bob’s chance to get away. She quietly swam back to the end of the pool and went inside where she had a drink and went to bed. Her dreams were quite pleasant and made her sweat.

Bob and the Venezuelan girl lay naked on the bed. “I’m sure they’re coming for me tonight, you’ve got to help me,” the girl was definitely scared. Bob had already laid out his plan to her, but she seemed uncertain that she could trust him and continued to play with his cock as if it was her only way to keep a hold on him. “They’re going to kill me. They don’t care. They’re animals,” she laid her head on his chest. This seemed to be the only way he could console her, otherwise she was into the coke and became a violent, raving maniac. The knock on the door caught them off guard.

“Let me in,” a voice said.

“It’s them,” the girl jumped up off the bed and slipped on a sundress.

“Open the fuckin’ door, or I’ll break it down,” the voice said.

Bob scampered over behind the door and picked up the frying pan he’d left there. He nodded, and the girl opened the door. A man burst through the door pushing the girl back toward the bed. “We’re going to have a little one-on-one before I have to share,” was all the man got out before Bob nailed him over the head. The man stopped dead in his tracks but didn’t go down, so Bob whacked him again, and the man collapsed on the floor. Quickly, Bob removed his pants and shirt and put them on. They were pretty big; he had to hold up the pants.

“Here.” The girl, seeing his dilemma, took a pillow and shoved it down his pants.

“Okay, let’s go,” Bob told her. She showed him how to take her arm, and they headed out to the front of the house. As far as they could see, there was no one around.

“I hope we can fool the guards at the gate,” he whispered to her.

he sounded confident now, “Don’t worry about the soldiers, I can take care of them.” It was the last words he ever heard her say.

A figure came out of the shadows, and Bob recognized the feel of cold steel against his ear. The girl screamed and broke away running toward the gate, but the guards caught her up and carted her away.

“I thought I told you to be a good boy, Mr. Green.” Bob recognized the voice of the man who had put the gun to his head before. Bob felt like the wind had been kicked out of him.

“Don’t hurt the girl,” he pleaded, “I forced her into doing this.”

“Don’t bullshit me. She was as consensual about your plan as she was about the sex you had. You don’t think we’d leave you and Lena alone together without some audio and video, did you? The only guy in the place that didn’t watch you screw all day was the guy who came to get the girl. He just came back to work, and the guys didn’t like him much I guess.”

The man guided Bob out through the gate and back through on the other side of the fence. Once they were into the yard, two other men grabbed him and dragged him into the house. They sat him in a chair and held him there.

“Mrs. Smyskin put in a request for a young black man with a big cock, but on short notice you’re going to have to do. I don’t personally go for this perverted stuff, so I’ll introduce you to the doctor here and let the two of you get to know each other better.”

“Hello, Mr. Green,” the doctor smiled. “Kind of a prudish chap, wouldn’t you say? Oh well, just one of those efficient people they bring in to keep a lid on things, I suppose.”

The doctor walked toward Bob with a needle in his hand. “This is a little something to make you relax. You’ll wake up thinking you’ve gone to heaven.” Bob was convinced that what the doctor was giving him was lethal. He felt the needle in his arm, and immediately felt sleepy. Not a bad way to go, he thought.

The first thing Julio’s mother said when she saw him was, “My poor baby, you look so sad.” Julio looked over, but there was no compassion in the doctor’s eyes. In fact, what he saw made his blood run cold.

Julio needed some sympathy; the account number Karla had given him did not show any deposits, let alone one for a billion dollars. Then Jon had sent in this new guy who told Julio he was not to go anywhere until Jon himself arrived. He was supposed to be Jon’s man here, now he was taking orders from some yahoo and to take the cake, the doctor showed up with his mother; even her embrace did not lessen his insecurity.

“At least they didn’t poison her against me,” he thought as he walked over and shook hands with the doctor. Julio knew this was Jon’s right-hand man besides his mother’s lover. If Jon had a problem, the doctor took care of it. No one knew if this man was a real doctor, but his surgery skills were renowned. It was said he could walk up to a man and cut out his vital organs before he hit the ground. If there was trouble or if someone threatening came around, one of the first things he would do was to bring out a stiletto-style knife and begin cleaning his nails. Julio was thankful he wasn’t doing that right now, or his legs probably would have gone out from under him.

“I see my mother brought her usual amount of luggage,” Julio could see cartload after cartload of luggage around them.

“Yes, be a good boy and get a van to bring this luggage up to the embassy grounds, would you?”

“Embassy?” Julio sounded confused.

“Yes, for God’s sake, the property Jon donated to the government for the new embassy.”

“Yes, I know,” Julio answered, “but there’s no room for all this in there.”

“Oh, maybe they forgot to tell you. Your mother and I are staying in your place. I think they found you a hotel. We’ll get your driver to take us to the embassy. You can help load the van and show him where to go.”

“But I wanted to spend some time with my mother,” Julio tried to sound like he wasn’t whining.

“Your mother’s tired right now, and we have plans for tonight. You can see her tomorrow,” the doctor told him as he helped Mrs. Smyskin into the car, and they sped away.

Julio had been excited at going to the airport to pick up his mother. He was sure she’d listen to him and put him back in charge. Now here he was telling some van driver how to put luggage into a van. The only solace he got from all this was that he knew what the plan for tonight was; Mr. Green would be the entertainment; and it served the prick right, he thought as he moved farther back into the shade, leaving the driver alone to contend with the luggage. He looked around and then took a hit of coke. “It won’t be long now,” he thought, “and they’ll know I’m the one they should be listening to.”

Bob opened his eyes and gradually things came into focus, but they didn’t mean anything. He looked around, “I’ll be damned. I’m naked and hanging in the air.” He could hear himself laughing, “and I’m surrounded by white. Now I understand, I’m an angel flying through the clouds, no wonder I feel so good.” He saw in front of him two people sitting at a table covered by a long white tablecloth. The man was dressed in a tuxedo while the woman was dressed in red. They were drinking champagne and seemed to be talking about him. He tried to comprehend what they were saying, but it’s hard to do when you’re flying.

“Ah, it looks like our man is coming around, Mrs. Smyskin.”

“I am a little disappointed dear, I thought we were going to get a young black man. I’ve heard they have adorable big long dongs.”

“Well, it was short notice, and I’ve been told they saw this guy in action, and he’s pretty good. He’s a little old, but he does look in pretty good shape.”

The woman went over to Bob and lifted his cock, “My goodness, look at the size of these balls.” She held them in her hand and fondled them. “I think we may have some potential here.”

omewhere in the back of his mind, Bob thought this wasn’t exactly right, but he didn’t know why he would think that; it felt so good. I wonder if this lady is the devil, he thought. Well, it didn’t matter; he liked what she was doing.

“Look at that big rib cage. I bet he’s got a huge heart,” the man said admiringly.

“Now, Doctor, you know Jon said we could use him but not kill him,” the woman said.

Bob laughed at them. “You can’t kill me, I’m an angel.”

The woman walked to the table and brought a wand-looking thing back with her. She hooked it to Bob’s penis and turned it on. “I’m anxious to see what we have here.” The electrical impulses went through Bob’s body, conducting on through the steel chains holding his body to the wall. His body bucked uncontrollably. The woman found this fascinating, but the doctor reached down and turned the prod off.

“You have no patience, dear. I don’t want you to ruin that big heart.”

“Yes, but look what I did to that thing. Isn’t it marvelous? Look at the size of that knob. How would you like that shoved up your ass, darling?” She gave the doctor a hug.

“I prefer mine long and skinny, that one might make me squeal a little bit,” the doctor answered.

Mrs. Smyskin reached up and kissed him. “We shall find out, won’t we dear?”

The doctor smiled at her, “First, we’d better make this thing permanent.”

He showed Bob a needle and was pleased to see that Bob only had a faraway look in his eyes. “Lucky for you, you’re not here right now, or this would really hurt.” The doctor knew Bob didn’t understand him, but he talked to him anyway. “This can be taken other ways, but seeing as you’re not feeling much pain right now, I want to see how you react when I inject it direct.”

The doctor stuck the needle into Bob’s one testicle and then the other. His body seized up and then began to spasm. Even with all the drugs in his veins, the pain was excruciating. The doctor stayed with him. “Don’t worry, it will only last a second, and then you’ll feel like a bull. I just hope your heart is as good as I think it is,” he added. The man was right; after a minute, the pain left the rest of Bob’s body to concentrate in his balls. He needed to blow his nuts in the worst way, but for some reason he couldn’t.

The doctor let him down from the wall and led him into another room. He saw a woman laying on a couch beckoning him to come to her.

“It’s July. Good, she’ll look after me.” He rushed over to her, and she put his enflamed cock to work.

lowly Bob came out of his drug-induced sleep. He had no idea where he was nor could he remember anything about why he was here. He realized he was on a couch cuddled in behind a chubby woman who was snoring contently. He not too gently pushed her aside and stood up. The woman moaned and rolled over, still dead to the world. Damn, his cock hurt; he looked down to see it standing at half-mast, and its head looked like someone had been chewing on it.

In the next room, he could hear what sounded like water running and people talking. He went to the doorway of what looked like it might be a garage and peeked around. There standing with their backs to him were three men in white uniforms. They were standing at the edge of what looked like a big shower. It was what was in the shower that took a minute for Bob to get his mind around. The Venezuelan girl was laying on a table, her eyes looking at him, but most of her body was gone. One of the men dressed in white was helping another put something in a plastic bag. “Okay,” said the tallest man, “that’s it. You can get rid of the rest.”