Summer School & After School: The Ponygirl Omnibus Edition (28 page)

      
Bored
with watching his partner try to get it up enough to stick his prick into
Bibi’s
mouth, the other man went to the kitchen seeking
another beer. He settled there while his partner lectured
Bibi
on her lack of BJ talent. Giving up on this endeavor, he pushed
Bibi
over onto her back and set about raping her once
again, handicapped by his own recent sexual attempts, the man again had trouble
getting it up and sat back on his haunches for a minute to light a cigarette.
With the man kneeling between her legs,
Bibi
brought
up her right foot and kicked him viciously in the jaw with such force that he
toppled over, unconscious. Still making the appropriate sounds so that the man
in the next room would suspect nothing,
Bibi
freed
herself and the other three girls. She helped them arm themselves with empty
wine bottles and a hammer, then charged through the door and beat the other man
nearly to death. They mercilessly bound both of their captors, tying them in a
painful hogtie with their feet connected by rope to their necks and their balls
and pricks tightly roped and pulled back through their legs and attached to
their roped hands. They stuffed the men’s under shorts into their mouths and
held them there with their own belts. Their undershirts were torn into strips
and fashioned into effective blindfolds. To complete the bondage, the two kidnappers
were tied together head to foot.

      
The
girls recovered their own clothes and threw the men into the back of the SUV.
Following the less than informative road signs for miles, they eventually got
back into the city. They discussed somewhat heatedly what to do next; the
arguments centering on a general presumption that going to the police and
charging these two men with their crimes would be a slow and embarrassing
process that might not have an outcome the women found satisfactory. There was
also the possibility that the police might not be on the women’s side and might
either not believe their story or decide that they had asked for it. The
unanimous decision was to dump these animals somewhere where they would
eventually be found, leaving a note around their necks saying that they were
criminals, rapists and kidnappers. The women also decided that if, by no fault
of theirs, the men should end up more or less as mindless vegetables, no one
would mourn the loss. So, before kicking them unceremoniously out the tailgate
of the SUV, each woman delivered a series of crippling kicks and punches, most
aimed at the already battered genitals of the two. By this time they were
driving through a really seedy part of the city and both men were unconscious
and bleeding from all body apertures.
  

      
That
four young women who never met until a few days before were in such strong
agreement over what to do with their tormentors was perhaps the most valid
evidence of how badly they had been treated by the kidnappers. The group
decision to beat the two men within an inch of their lives and dump them in the
alley behind a gay nightclub was something none of them regretted.

      
Still
bound in the steel box,
Bibi
considered that since
this was the second time she had been taken and abused by men, (and a woman in
this case), she was in no mood to treat them well or fairly when and if she was
able to escape. She heard people coming down the rickety stairs. A few seconds
later, two men entered the cold stone cellar where she knelt in the steel box.

      
“Get
her out of there,”
Mickeal
said, staring at the box
with
Bibi’s
fettered head and impaled ass sticking
out. The Third Man began the task of getting
Bibi
out
of the crate. In a few minutes, she was free. She stood shivering and showing
her many scars without shame or modesty in the middle of the cold stone room
with nothing on but a crooked smile and the eagle tattoo on her left breast.

      
Mickeal
pointed his
Glock
at the
box and then to the Third Man. “In,” he said.

      
The
bewildered man shook his head and mumbled, staring at the metal box with the
two holes in it, incredulous that
Mickeal
would even
suggest that he get inside.

      
“Okay,”
said
Mickeal
and he fired a shot so close to the
man’s left foot that the guy jumped and danced for a moment, reminding
Bibi
of what they had done to her recently. The bullet
whined and ricocheted around the room, No one ducked.

      
“Make
him dance,”
Bibi
said quietly. “I gather that you are
on our side?” she questioned, looking at
Mickeal
and
then scanning the room, searching for any of her clothes.

      
“Yeah,
Bibi
. I’m
wid
youse
,”
Mickeal
said, with a
sudden Bronx New York accent. “Can you get dressed?”

      
“Ah,
yeah, sure. I just need to get my clothes back,” she said. “What’s with the New
York accent?”

      
“I
just finished reading an old Mickey Spillane mystery novel and the accent sort
of slipped out. Sorry.”

      
“No
worries,”
Bibi
said. “As my rescuer, you can talk any
way you want. You work for Jean?”

      
“Yeah.
For Jean. And you, cutie,
youse
must be
Bebe
. Right?”

      
“
Bibi
,” she said, laughing at his weird Americanized speech.

      
“Where
are her clothes?”
Mickeal
asked the still stunned man
who had been busy trying unsuccessfully to get his much larger frame into the
box.

      
“Air,”
the man said through his wired jaw. “
Alll
derr
,” he repeated, pointing towards the cluttered space
under the stairs.
Bibi
went to search for her
clothes. The Third Man stayed against the wall, shaking his head and mumbling.

      
“You
iz
goin
’ to help us,
buddy,”
Mickeal
said without a smile. “Put the cuffs
on your wrists for now.” The man locked one cuff on his left wrist and then
started to put the other on his right hand.

      
“Behind
you, you dumb fuck, behind you.”

      
The
man complied, snapping the cuffs that he had just removed from
Bibi’s
wrists onto his own. Then he stood, waiting,
nervously shuffling his feet, watching
Mickeal’s
gun,
while
Bibi
went out into the hall and retrieved her
sweater, boots and mini skirt, which she quickly put on. The bra and panties
that she had removed in the strip video session were not there, but she didn’t
seem concerned.

      
“Take
your time,
Bibi
,”
Mickeal
said, as he poked the Third Man in the ribs with his gun, placed him ahead of
him and started back up the stairs. They were half way up the long staircase
and he stopped and spoke to
Bibi
over his shoulder:
“Come up when you’re ready. This bunch and I are going to have some more
conversation.”

      
“But
wait just a minute, okay?”
Bibi
said.

      
“Sure,”
said
Mickeal
. He stopped again. “What?”

      
“This,”
Bibi
said as she reached up to the stair level the
man was standing on, seized his ankle and yanked him off balance. He pitched
backwards, falling past a dodging
Mickeal
, down the
seven or eight steps to the stone floor.

      
“You
and I have a few things to settle,” she said as she delivered a full force drop
kick with her heel into the man’s groin. He screamed and doubled up, gasping
for breath and pulling his knees up to his chest.
Bibi
kicked him again, this time with a well-aimed heel to the head, stomping him
between her foot and the floor. “You son of a bitch,”
Bibi
yelled, kicking him again and again as he rolled on the floor trying to protect
his already ruined jaw, his balls, his head, and his kidneys from the crushing,
ballistic, heel of the infuriated woman.

      
“Get
your ass in there,”
Bibi
said, pointing and giving
him another encouraging kick towards the steel box. “If you don’t fit, I’ll cut
off a few parts until you do.” The man stumbled to the box, bent over and
squeezed himself into the same crouched position
Bibi
had endured. He put his battered head into the front hole and his ass naturally
stuck out the back.
Bibi
slammed and locked the side
door, literally tore his pants off his exposed butt and jammed one of the
previously used butt plugs into his helpless ass. “See how you like it,” she
shouted. “Okay, we can leave now. I assume the others up stairs are under
control,” she said to
Mickeal
, who had watched her
vengeful performance with no effort to intervene.

      
“Yes.
One has a bullet in his leg and one is cuffed to the pipes. Suit yourself. Do
whatever you want. I sure as shit don’t care about this trash, but I would like
to get some information from them.”

      
“Okay,
but I already beat the hell out of them,” said
Bibi
,
starting up the stairs behind him.
Mickeal
laughed,
realizing that the wounds under the bandages and broken jaw were, of course,
Bibi’s
work.

      
“By
the way,”
Bibi
added. “You probably already figured
this out, but they kidnapped Lucy. There’s a woman and another guy as well.
They’ll most likely be back later tonight, I expect,” she offered, pulling on
her sweater and adjusting the swelling breasts under it.

      
They
went up the stairs and found the two men where
Mickeal
had left them. The one with the bullet wound had made a bandage and temporary
tourniquet and was sitting on the floor, looking like he might go into shock.
The other, The Blond, was also sitting on the floor, his right hand still
cuffed to the pipe.

      
“You
gotta
get him to the hospital,” The Blond said. “You
hurt him bad.”

      
“Not
as bad as I’m going to hurt you unless you tell me where Lucy is,” said
Mickeal
. Behind him,
Bibi
stood
and surveyed the room. She went to the desk and started pulling out papers and
everything else, looking for any clues that might help them locate the missing
heiress.

      
“I
don’t know. Fabian has her. The last I heard was that she was taken to a silver
mine in the mountains. That’s all I know.”

      
“Where
in the mountains?”
Mickeal
pressed, kneeling and
looking at the Dark Man’s wound. He pressed his hand lightly on the bloody
bandage and the Dark Man howled. “Where in the mountains? What country?”
Mickeal
pressed.

      
“I
don’t know. I don’t know. I need a doctor,” the Dark Man yelled.

      
“Okay,”
said
Mickeal
, standing up. “Since you don’t know, you
are no use to us and we certainly aren’t going to haul you around while we head
for the mountains, so I guess this is the end of the road for you two. Too bad
your buddies decided to execute you, but that’s what the police will decide
when they find you. Any last words?’ He aimed the
Glock
at the man’s head.

      
“No,
please. Wait,” screamed the Dark Man. “Fabian has a place where he might have
taken her. He has lots of places, but this one is where he keeps his special
stock. The Greenhouse.”

      
“Where?”

      
“The
Greenhouse. It’s in Prague. Near the Charles Bridge. I’ve only been there
twice, but you can find it.”

      
“An
address,”
Mickeal
insisted.

      
“I
don’t know. It’s in the log book in the desk.”

      
Bibi
sifted through the pile of paper and books and came up
with a red covered book. She waved it at the Dark Man and he nodded. “That’s
it,” he said. “In the front. For shipping purposes, there’s a list of places
Fabian owns. The mine may also be there. I don’t know. Please, I need a
doctor.”

      
“Lots
of addresses here,”
Bibi
said. “Why don’t we just
take it with us?”

      
“I
agree,” said
Mickeal
. “Anything you want to do with
these three,
Bibi
?”

      
“Leave
‘
em
here. Sooner or later the rest of the crew is
coming back.”