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Closing her eyes shut as tight as she could, Lalita dug her nails into her arms. "No, I can do this." A big hand cupped her mound through her jeans. Her hips swung forward and her thighs clenched around Blondie's hand. "No, you can't." Blondie moved her fingers gently against her and Lalita sagged against the wall. "We can't." Lalita couldn't move her hand away, couldn't resist the relief it offered. Her mind tried to surface past the pleasure. "You're married and I love my men."

"Take all of it, you little whore!" Blondie bellowed out and removed her hand. "My wife and I have an open marriage, but I doubt your men would want to share." She sighed and patted Lalita's cheek. "Being the good guy is so lame sometimes."

Not answering, Lalita continued to try to focus on Asher and Kent. Unfortunately, her mind would only conjure images of the pleasures they gave here and that didn't help at all.

"Lucky for you," Blondie continued, "I'll be able to make you come without fucking you."

That made her eyes flash open. "How?"

Blondie's face closed down into a cold beauty and her eyes captured and held her. "Lalita, when I tell you to come, you are going to come. Do you understand?"

"What?" Blondie slapped her across the face, not hard enough to really hurt, but hard enough to sting.

"I didn't say you could question me." Her words sank into Lalita's body and had her gasping. "Look at me."

Struggling to reason beyond the sting of her cheek, she found herself relaxing against the wall, going pliant. There was something overwhelming about Blondie as she totally focused on her.

"Good girl." Blondie's long fingers closed over her nipple and twisted hard enough to bring a real cry from her mouth. It hurt but felt amazing at the same time. "Now, let me say this again. When I tell you to come, you are going to come. Do you understand?” She nodded, swaying into Blondie's touch. The desire to please filled her, to do whatever this beautiful woman wanted. "Touch yourself."

Shuddering, she slipped her hand down the front of her jeans and moved her fingers against her soaking wet pussy. Blondie switched from one breast to the other, pulling and twisting her nipples until they were throbbing points of pleasure and pain.

"Do you feel it, your little cunt getting tight and hot? The pain from your tits traveling directly to your clit?"

The act of nodding seemed to take all of her effort as she floated in the darkness behind her lids, warmth and pleasure broken with white-hot bursts of pain. She wanted this, wanted to submit and please Blondie.

"Now, I want you to pinch your clit. Hard. And come."

The harsh pinch of her fingers felt like they belonged to someone else, felt like they were a separate part of her body. Slumping onto Blondie's shoulder, she shivered and moaned out her orgasm, her hand pinching and stroking herself to draw it out while Blondie smoothed a gentle hand down her back.

Panting, she didn't resist as Blondie removed her hand. Lalita slouched against the wall, slowly sliding down it. She did resist when Blondie tried to make her stand up. "No sleepy time for you. I need you to stay awake."

"I don't want to," she mumbled. Dimly, she heard a sigh, then she yelled as she found herself being suspended by her panties in the king of all wedgies. "Ow!" she yelled and arched as Blondie set her back down.

"You back with us?" Ignoring her scowl, Blondie checked the elegant gold watch on her wrist. "Time is getting short. We need to rough you up."

Still trying to rearrange her panties, Lalita jerked back as Blondie flipped open a small pocketknife. "What are you doing?" she whispered.

"Just a little cut to the head. Lots of blood to spread around."

Blondie approached her with the knife and she flinched away. "Can't you kick me in the face or something?"

"Stop being such a baby." Blondie got her into a headlock and cut above her eyebrow, right next to her temple.

Her scream wasn't fake this time. "No wait! I--" It was too late to tell Blondie she got sick at the sight of her own blood. Warm liquid dripped down into her eye and she wiped it away, nausea bubbling in her stomach. "I don't feel good." Looking at the blood covering her hand, she slumped against the wall. Hot and oily sweat coated her body and her mouth filled with saliva. "I think I'm going to be--" With that, the contents of her stomach came up and all over the shoulder of her shirt.

Dry heaving, she rolled onto her side. A knock came at the door and Blondie quickly pulled Lalita’s jeans off so she was lying there in a patch of her blood and puke. Unlocking the door, Blondie said in a raspy voice, "Time’s up already?"

"Oh god, what's that smell?"

Weakly, Lalita rolled out of her puke and crawled over to Blondie's foot. She leaned against her leg and tried to ignore the blood trickling down the side of her face. Puke stuck to the front of her shirt and down her arm. Above her, Blondie coughed.

"I'm afraid I punched her in the stomach a teensy bit too hard." Stepping away, she tried to edge out the door, but Lalita crawled after her and laid her head on Blondie's high heel and dry heaved. It was easier than looking at David, and it was payback to Blondie for making her throw up.

Lalita rolled her eyes at him as he gagged and plugged his nose. "For fuck’s sake, Blondie."

"What? You said to make sure she can walk and use her hands. It's only puke." They stepped out into the hallway and Lalita crawled after them. "Besides, there's a big market for humiliation and vomit play on the Internet. I want to get my money's worth."

After coughing, the man said, "Playtime’s over. Lock, go wipe that puke off with the bedspread."

Without a word she stood and did as he asked, cleaning off as much puke and blood as she could on the blanket. When she was done, she stood at the edge of the bed and kept her gaze on the edge of the doorframe. She had to remember this was like a game of Simon says. If he didn't tell her to do something, she couldn't do it.

"Go ahead and enjoy the champagne and cocktails being served on the deck." David's grin was the stuff of nightmares. "I guarantee you won't want to miss the fireworks."

Blondie sighed and pouted. "Is the champagne good?"

His smile was glittering and false. "The best. Go on up. We'll be there in a moment. Your slave is waiting for you. She's been such a good girl, not letting Rashid and my puppy play with her while you were gone."

Blondie gave her a worried look behind David's back and disappeared behind the doorway.

David studied her. "I was going to fuck you, but you stink." Standing still, she tried to return his gaze with total passivity. What she wanted to do was drop kick him in the balls and stomp on his face. At least she knew Asher was going to be all right, and that Kent was out there … somewhere. Now, if only she could figure out what the anarchists were planning to do and stop it before it happened.

"Lock, follow me."

Chapter Thirteen

The warm evening air, mixed with the scent of river water, blew down the stairs as David led her to the upper deck. Squinting against the setting sun, Lalita held onto the dark polished wood railing and waited behind David.

They stood on the back portion of a large yacht anchored toward the shore of a river packed with other vessels of various sizes. The skyscrapers of downtown Detroit glittered golden, and everywhere she looked people lined the riverfront. Lights moved back and forth on the Ambassador Bridge, spanning the way between Canada and the US.

Onboard, Nurse Nancy fell onto a white bench running the back portion of the yacht. David shifted, and she tried to remain still as Blondie spotted them. A short, black woman with smooth bronze curls giggled and sat next to Nurse Nancy, exchanging a throat-swabbing kiss.

A familiar voice caught her attention and she gritted her teeth. Rashid relaxed in a nearby chair, speaking with Blondie. At their feet, Diana knelt in a cute little leather sailor's dress that was modest by the standards of Nurse Nancy's outfit.

Rashid's narrow face lit up when he saw them. He looked positively giddy and raised a half full champagne glass. "David! So glad you brought our little guest to play." His face fell as they got closer and he smelled her. "She stinks. Is that puke on her shirt? What happened?"

Blondie sighed and popped out her hip in a dramatic gesture of annoyance. "I had no idea she had such a delicate stomach. You said she was a pain-slut. I thought she would have learned how to take a punch by now."

Rashid twitched. "Dried blood too. I'd love to see the video of what you did to make her look like this."

Blondie simpered and curtsied. "Thank you. It will be available on my wife's website."

David pushed her away. "Lock, go stand at the end of the boat."

Obeying his instructions, she tried to find her sea legs as she followed the rocking of the boat. Nancy and the black woman stopped eating each other's faces long enough watch her walk by. The smell of puke and the dried blood on her face kept them away, and she was never more grateful than now to stink. The thought of having to endure being touched by them, used by them, made her want to throw up all over again.

Boats listed and bobbed on the river, filled with people drinking and having a great time. Sparklers gleamed in the twilight and bottle rockets and other small fireworks burst into the sky over the river. She tried to scan the nearby boats for Kent without turning her head, but she didn't notice anyone that stood out.

The only thing that seemed out of place was a massive barge in the distance filled with strange-looking tubes and two men quickly moving back and forth. Staring at the barge, a memory tickled at her mind. Something about fireworks … that barge held the fireworks … and … and something else.

Breath in, breath out, she tried to relax and let her mind wander. She was afraid if she thought too hard she would lose it. Fireworks, shooting off over the crowd. Sparkles of light raining down over all these people. But not light … something else was going to rain down too.

"Where are you going?" Blondie's voice rang out behind her.

"It's time for us to play." David slapped the black woman hard on the ass as she sauntered past him down the stairs.

Light and cheerful, Blondie's voice echoed over the water. "Don't you want to see the fireworks? They should be going off any minute and are worth seeing."

Rashid smiled and ran a hand through his thin hair. "Oh, we're going to make some fireworks of our own downstairs. Don't worry. We'll be back in a jiffy."

Nurse Nancy's titter broke through the chatter with a sound like breaking glass. "Can we bring Diana with us, please, master?"

Stroking a finger down Diana's cheek, Blondie shook her head at David's inquiring look. "We want to watch the fireworks. Then we'll be down." Her full red lips curved in a seductive smile. "Then I think it will be time for my little slave to be examined by the nurse."

Nancy started forward and David jerked her back by her hair. "Her master said no, puppy."

Dropping to her knees, Nancy whimpered and gave a mournful howl.

David planted his foot in her bottom and pushed her down the stairs. "Go get ready, you stupid bitch."

Lalita watched all of this out of the corner of her eye. Blondie made a tisking sound. "So willful, I do hope you'll let me teach her some manners."

"Of course. If you excuse me, I have some obedience training to do." David turned and gave Lalita one more look before hustling down the stairs.

David's high-pitched laughter mixed with the others as he went below deck. She didn't think she imagined the menace in that sound.

Rashid appeared at her side with a video camera. "Lock, I want you to record the fireworks." He leaned closer with a disgusted look on his face. "After they are over, I want you to turn the camera around and videotape yourself. You will say how much you hate all organized governments, and you will take full responsibility and say that your father knew all about it. That he provided you with the materials. You will ignore all sensations of pain. You will then put the camera down and drown yourself in the river."

"Yes, Key." She took the camera from him and waited for another order. He examined her closely, then smirked and left. Turning around, she started the camera and pointed it at the barge. Using the zoom, she could see the barge held hundreds of metal tubes and a podium that held an array of electronics.

The memory crept closer, almost understandable. It was like having a word on the tip of her tongue. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and tried to let her mind roam. Fireworks flashing in the sky, raining deadly sparkles on the crowd. Deadly because they contained … something. Something that would burn the skin, causing mass panic and chaos.

Her mind flashed clear. Those tubes didn't only hold fireworks. They also held a liquid form of mustard gas. Shaking, she tried to think of what to do. Pretending to film, she turned the camera and watched Rashid close the hatch behind him after waving to Blondie and Diana.

Dropping the camera, she sprinted to them and tried not to fall as the boat rocked. "Mustard gas in the fireworks." Her voice came out in a shrill squeak.

"Holy shit," Blondie said in a low voice and kicked off her heels. She ran up the stairs to the captain's seat of the yacht, with Diana and Lalita not far behind. They all burst into the wheelhouse where two men in white uniforms waited for them with grim expressions.

"Mustard gas in the fireworks." One of the men immediately began talking into the microphone while the other man started to talk into his cell phone.

Blondie's wife held Lalita's hand and they watched the men try to fight off panic. "What will mustard gas do?" Lalita whispered.

"I don't know," Blondie's wife whispered back. "But if it's enough to scare my husband, I'm terrified."

The captain turned around on the bridge and held a pair of binoculars to his eyes. Lalita listened to the conversation, only picking up bits and pieces.

"Snipers are in position." In the distance, the small coastguard boats guarding the barge bobbed in the water.

Blondie nodded. "Why aren't they taking the shot?"

The man holding the cell phone put his hand over the receiver. "We're unsure if the men working on the rig are complicit or unaware. They're trying to decide if they should be taken out."

Horns of different ships began to blare in the harbor as the last traces of sunset turned the distant horizon a soft tangerine color.

Leaning forward on the dashboard, Blondie stared at the barge in the weak light. "Take them out! If even a dozen of those fireworks have mustard gas in them, it will be enough to hurt and possibly kill thousands of people. There are thousands of people out there!"

"Tens of thousands," the man on the CB muttered. "Including us."

"Oh fuck," Lalita said in a breathless whisper. They were all staring out the windshield now.

"Captain, there's a small boat approaching us on the starboard bow."

Blondie leaned over the side, peering down before turning back to stare at the barge. "That's our guys." She turned and kissed her wife. "Shut the door after me. I'm going to help them get those bastards below deck. If the fireworks go off…" She cleared her throat. "I love you."

"Please be careful." Diana hugged her husband close.

Together, the women laced their arms around each other's waist and waited. Lalita prayed under her breath, trying to see and hear everything at once. She watched the sky for the first deadly spark of a firework, the surface of the barge through the encroaching darkness, and tried to listen over the chatter in the cabin for the sound of fighting below.

What if Kent got hurt? What if Blondie got hurt? She wasn't even going to think about what would happen if the mustard gas got them.

A trickle of sweat dripped down her cheek, and she wiped it away from her face. Both women screamed as bright bursts of light erupted from all around the barge. The loud pops carried across the water and through the closed door and windshield.

"Gunfire," the man on the CB said and sprinted for the door.

It took Lalita a second to realize the sound of gunfire wasn't coming from the barge, but from below deck. The captain dropped his binoculars and jerked a handgun out from a low cabinet. She followed the captain down the steep stairs leading to the main level of the boat, fear making her clumsy. She tripped over her own feet at the bottom, scraping her knees on the rough carpet of the boat.