Chapter 20: Party Time!

We were kept naked in our prison overnight before Joe moved his family into the church. Of course, we had returned to our cell by the time that a naked Paul opened our door. After being confined all night, we girls needed our bathroom break! Billie noticed first.

“You have no balls,” she observed.

“Yeah,” Paul grinned. “Isn’t it great? Zara took them off and it didn’t hurt one bit. I’m rock hard in an instant and can go for hours. My job is keeping the women in Master Joe’s harem happy. Jackie, both Zara and Master Joe want you to play with my cock and the space where my balls used to be.”

“Are you going to wig out?” Billie asked. “You almost fainted the last time you saw a castrated man.”

“I don’t know.” I admitted. “I guess I’ll find out.”

“If you’re finished, come with me,” Paul said. “You both need a bath.”

“Bath?” Billie was on the ball today. I still was recovering from going two days without sleep. “I had to bathe Jackie in a sink and there was a bathtub. Where is it?”

“In the preacher’s house,” Paul said. “Follow me.”

The church was basically a large multi-purpose room and an attached kitchen with two small offices and two classrooms. One of the offices had a door leading to an enclosed walkway to a cottage. The cottage had a bedroom and a living room with a kitchenette. There was a bathroom with a large, claw-foot iron bathtub. Naked Connie had drawn a hot bath. Billie and I fit comfortably into the tub. Too comfortable. Connie and Billie woke me by lifting me out of the tub.

“Breakfast time,” Debbie announced. Get dried off and go to the kitchen.”

Today wasn’t my day. Saturday?

“Wednesday, February 20th,” Billie informed me. “You’re still out of it, aren’t you?”

We were in the cottage area standing next to a sink, an electric toaster oven, a two-burner hot plate, a wheezing refrigerator, and counter space. I stood there looking for breakfast. Connie and Billie were stifling laughter.

“Breakfast is in the other kitchen,” Connie chuckled. “Let me help you.”

Waffles with fruit topped with yogurt was breakfast. During the meal, Joe arrived with a man he called George. I had seen George in Europe. He was a spook like me, only higher level. Or I could have been wrong.

“I can see why Ruth is crazy about you two,” George commented. “I have something to show them. Can I use the table to spread things out?”

“Go ahead,” Joe said. “Debbie, coffee for our guest. I want scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast.”

I had time to finish breakfast before George finished laying out his presentation. I stood and walked over to the display, feeling much better because I had eaten. Mostly photos—with some printed documents. None were Dallas PD. All were stamped TOP SECRET with FOXLY stamped at the top. Were we going to be shredded and then burned after reading? I recognized four of the six faces shown—they were the team of expat Russians that we had tracked from Tampa. I thought that I had seen one of the unidentified faces in Club Cairo, the place where Billie and I had danced naked on stage. Their bodies showed no signs of violence other than having their hands secured behind their backs with something white.

“No Dallas or Texas police reports?” Billie asked.

“The bodies have been removed,” George said. “When the feds entered the house, there was no resistance. The front and back doors were open though the screen doors were closed. All the windows were open, too. All six bodies were lined up side-by-side. No puncture wounds, no bullet wounds, no signs of violence. Their hands seems to have been secured with plastic cable ties.”

I read the reports. Autopsies pending. Cause of death unknown.

“Zip ties are used in aviation,” Billie said. “What do you need to know?”

“Where can I buy zip ties?” I asked. “They look useful.”

I read over the documents, noting what wasn’t listed.

“Any documents? Weapons? The bodies are unidentified.” I remarked,

“No documents, their fingerprints are being checked by the FBI, no weapons at all.”

“Sir, yesterday I saw a gun bulge on the man who answered the door,” I said. “Prussic acid might be overlooked during an autopsy. I’m out of touch with the latest drugs. When inhaled, prussic acid prevents absorbing oxygen from the blood and the result are bright red lips. The blood is also bright red. Inhaled, injected, ingested, or absorbed through the skin – and there are several chemicals that make skin absorption more effective.”