Episode 55: ROX OFF

“Here we go! Baroqueback Mountain!” Cabot Ross chuckled, “Sad nickname for it but I kind of like Rosie calling me Baroque. Strangely it fits. I am always broke.” Yet now he owned a millionHeir, if not financially. “If I weren’t such a dumbass, I’d keep Rosie just to live life to its fullest. With only doing this to help Margo and digging Grace Goode, I just have to stay on track. Who knows Rosie once I groom her more, might just be the best thing to ever happen to me.” Perhaps!

The trek up the mountain took a good eight minutes, thankfully the road was paved with good intentions. Coming up or going down any less would be one bumpy ride. No guard rails on the steep side were pretty scary. He couldn’t imagine driving up or down in the dead of winter the way the snow accumulates in the Poconos. “Icy road and it’s all downhill from there. The hard way! I wonder if Rosie and Wardell have the road commissioner salt it. He has too, right? Unless they never leave home in the winter. Hell, if I had food stockpiled, I could live here for the worst four months of the year without ever leaving. Long as I had good pussy to keep me company.”

Arriving at the gate Cabot called Roselyn to let him in. “I’m back Nouveau. Get your tennis shoes on, nothing else. We’re going running.” A buzz to the gate she opened it for entry.

“Welcome back Baroque. I’ve missed you.” She spoke, Cabot circling the drive but parking closer to the main garage than he had last night.

“I didn’t pay much attention to the garages Rose. Eight car garage? Wardell must have a fleet. I’m going to come in through the side door.”

“I’ll go unlock it. I obeyed you Baroque. I have been naked all day. Sunbathing even, so my tan is looking rather delicious. If only I had someone to lotion me in the hard-to-reach spots, I might not look so missed opportunity. Forgive the lines until I can remedy this.”

“If you hire my buddy Heath as your pool boy you’ll have your helping hands. Just don’t pursue more than his hands unless I permit it.”

“I will never disobey you as long as you are good to me.”

“Good! Step outside and help me carry a few things in. I’ve got a few surprises.”

“I adore surprises. You simply must let me spoil you too.”

“I’ll think about it Rose. Here’s the thing...” He parked and shut off his car. “ ... I never want you to feel as if I’m sponging off of you. Your money is yours. Sure, I’d be grateful in small increments I guess, but the big money stuff should be taboo. Learn to trust me.”

“I already do. You make me extremely giddy, Baroque.” She unlocked the side door and stepped out onto a brick landing. Six steps leading down she hurried in her tennis shoes and met him at his car. He didn’t even get a chance to see her monster breasts whipping about in her excitement. “Do I kneel before you Baroque?”

“I’ll let that slide this time because we’re on a schedule.” Opening the trunk, he allowed her to look inside. “I brought you some new artwork.”

“Are these your paintings?” She examined them at a distance without touching, her brilliant eyes sensing their magical presence.

“Yep! Guess what?”

“What?”

“I found out that you know my grandmother Edith Ross. I mentioned you and she said you two took the same art classes.”

“That’s the woman I told you about. Oh, my goodness! Such a small world. How is Edie?”

“Crazy! She’s in a nursing home. Her diabetes has affected her legs, and she can’t get around as easily as she could. My parents didn’t care enough to keep her in her house, so they ditched her there. She refused to let me care for her because I’m so young and need my independence. I just go check on her a couple times a week. Bring her treats that I know I shouldn’t. Makes her happy, then I’m happy.”

“You are an extraordinary man Baroque.”

“Thanks! Let’s take the paintings inside and we can figure out where to hang them later. These are my contribution to your gallery. Even if I was 10 or 11 when I painted these.”

“I will cherish them. You as well. May I buy some really nice frames to put them in?”

“Sure! I think we’re off to a good start Nouveau.”

“As do I.” Leaving the car they headed inside with the artwork, temporarily resting them out of the way in the main level billiard room.

“Next thing...” Cabot gripped her by Studly’s dog collar, “My buddies dog needs his tag back. You don’t look like any Studly Crowe.” He laughed jingling the heart shaped dog tag. “I found you a much more fitting collar, so we won’t have to go online looking for one.”

“Oh, really? If I may be honest ... I really don’t like smelling like a canine. My perfume doesn’t even help.”

“It was a spur of the moment necessity, Rose. I needed to establish control my way. I adapt as I go along too. Work in progress for both of us.”

“You are doing wonderfully.” Chain collar detached he pocketed it for the moment, digging into his other pants pocket for the white leather and the red rose cameo. Revealing it to her she dropped her chin. “It’s beautiful. A rose befitting my namesake. Where did you find it?”

“I could lie to you Nouveau but I’m not going to. This came from Darryl Needy’s dungeon. Margo allowed me to choose one for you. She did tell me to tell you congratulations on finding me. She said this collar was a virgin she’s never worn it before.”

“Awww! That was very sweet of her. I need to call her sometime and catch up since both of our husbands passed away. It took me a good long while to come down off of this mountain after Wardell died. I even had my attorneys drive up here rather than meet them in their offices. I was a mess.”

“All better now. Calling Margo would be great. Even she said I made a smart choice in taking control of you. Guidance thing! I’m pretty certain she feels that you needed me. She has a busy week, I guess she meets with Jacob Overmeyer at Wildwood Federal on Wednesday to meet with his board. From what I understand,” He attached her collar before straightening it. Using his cell camera as a mirror he shared her new look, “the board is arguing over whether to take the risk on her Bed & Breakfast idea. It’s a lot of money and with her having no current income outside of me and the guys paying her rent it’s not looking great Her inheritance is nearly wiped out since Darryl died which puts her property in jeopardy. They understand the significance of Darryl Needy’s name in the community, but unless she comes up with a good chunk of collateral in Paris when she goes, it might be game over.”

“Poor thing! How much does she...?”

“What did I say? Your money is not mine to give.”

“You would not be the one giving it, Baroque, it would be me. You own me only sexually, correct?”

“Yeah?”

“Then perhaps ... let me show Margo that her friendship is important to me.”

“I don’t think she wants to abuse your friendship, Rose. In a way I hinted at that possibility, but she would feel horrible if the dream didn’t survive. Not only that but she knows how I feel about you ever getting the impression I was bluffing you. As long as you want to be mine, I fully intend to push your ass into some pretty insane situations.”

“I look forward to that. May I say one thing?” With a nodded permission she continued. “Please do not let me get arrested for indecency. I have a reputation...” As if she couldn’t buy her way out of jail time.

“As a whore!” He grew dark! “Life is full of risks Rose. Don’t ever fucking question my rule.”

“Mmm! I might have just had a mini orgasm.”

“Time is ticking. We need to run. I arranged a massage for you around 6:00 to relax you after the exertion.”

“Oh, my! That sounds promising. I so love a good massage. I used to have a masseuse, but he moved away, so I just let it go.”

“You deserve to live again, Nouveau ... new name, new life.”

“So very true ... my new Master.” She batted her lashes at him.

“Anyone ever tell you that you resemble that actress, Dakota Johnson? Only older!” Chubby version but not far off.

“No! Who is that?” A fast Google enquiry he showed her Don Johnson’s baby girl. “Oooo! She was in 30 Shades of Grey? I loved the books. I’ve yet to see the movie adaptions.”

“We’ll fire up the home theater sometime soon and have a marathon. Maybe I’ll tie you up like Dakota endured. AFTER we get the last 25 to 30 pounds off these hips and ass.” He slapped her left cheek, “You could just be her twin, if not a bit older than her.”

“Your fantasy girl?”

“Dakota or you?”

“Dakota! But I would be honored to be her replacement.”

“Lead me to the trail. Our time is running out and I don’t want Melanie to think I wasted her time and my money.”

“How much did you pay her?”

“I haven’t yet. I had to stop by the bank and draw out the cash. $200 and hour! So, enjoy it while it lasts.”

“You are so very sweet.”

“FUCK YOU, CUNT! MOVE!” He kicked her in the ass to get her racing through her home for the back door leading to a scenic trail. No harm done in his kick, she loved his persona bouncing back and forth. At the back door Cabot stripped out of his clothing and put his own tennis shoes back on. “Run ahead of me so I can drool over your ass. SHAKE IT!” Laughing hysterically, Roselyn Albright darted down the mountain staying eight feet ahead of him. No looking back, she merely listened for his orders and praise. Her heart was soaring! Thoughts on his conversation inspiring, Cabot Ross grinned like the Devil himself.

“Money in Margo’s bank!”

“Man, I feel bad for Jenna’s mom.” Greg Shepard stopped at a corner, halting his bummed-out buddy Ben. “Dude! She looked terrified. I don’t think that other lady is her sister. We have to go back. Do some spying or something in case she needs the cops.”

“Oh, so we can be the ones arrested for harassment and stalking?”

“We’ll just tell the cops we came to check on her seeing as her husband beat Jenna, her too, right?”

“My cell is in our mailbox. We need to get it before my mom gets home and finds it.”

“Your mom won’t throw it away we can just say I stashed it there instead of carrying it.”

“That’s believable ... not! Fine! But if I go to jail over this, I’m making you pay bail.”

“We got this Buddy! It’s not like we’ve never been peeping toms before. Remember when we spied on Nina Carpenter when she got laid by Dirk Wilder? That was fucking awesome! Bitch never shuts her blinds.”

“This is different Greg. At least they didn’t have a dog to warn them.” They turned around and headed back for 201 Pine Mulder. Two houses down they got sneaky and cut through the back yards, the owners most likely at work, there was no activity. Oak trees used to hide behind in getting closer the boys noted curtains opened up on every window. Even the glass gave way to the screens for a cool breeze to save the taxpayers money, the Nichols being in Witness Protection.

Hearing a scream, the guys looked at one another in horror. What lured them in was a guttural feminine verse of, “SHUT THE FUCK UP ERICA. I’VE WANTED THIS DAY TO COME EVER SINCE I GOT ASSIGNED TO YOU FUCKNUTS. Between your skanky kid being home or Wayne stuck here with you this could never happen. Now I got your sweet ass and there’s nothing you can do about it. Nobody would ever take your word over an FBI Agent.”

“FBI?” Ben whispered to Greg as they hovered just beneath a bedroom window. Recording it all on his cell Ben thought he was doing the right thing. FBI or not, now this Roxie was raping Jenna’s mom, using a strap on dildo up the middle-aged woman’s asshole. Erica was bawling her eyes out.

“YOUR OLE’ MAN GOT HIMSELF INTO A MESS TODAY. NOW THAT HE’S OUT OF THE WAY FOR A FEW HOURS YOUR CUNT IS MINE! I DARE YOU TO TRY AND GET ME IN TROUBLE, YOU COWERING BITCH. ALL THESE BRUISES AND THAT BUSTED LIP I GAVE YOU; I’LL REPORT IT AS WAYNE DOING HIS USUAL SHIT. HE AT LEAST GOT THE BAWL A ROLLING, RIGHT?” The dildo in Erica’s ass was ripping her anus wide and actually bleeding under the assault. Hands tied to the headboard Erica was helpless being a frail woman and always afraid of her own shadow. “ONCE WAYNE GETS TO TESTIFY, I’M OUT OF THIS PLACE. WHERE YOU AND YOUR LITTLE BITCH ASS GOTH GIRL GO IS ON YOU. HELL, FOR ALL I CARE.” Man was she bellowing loudly! Bull bitch!

“Daaamn!” Greg felt horrible for Erica, but with Roxie being FBI they couldn’t help her in this moment or risk getting accused of doing this to her. Their hands were tied tighter than Erica’s wrists. With Ben capturing Erica’s torture at least they had some proof if they could get it to the right people.

Roxie the bull dike was loving every second of Erica’s misery. Gag or not scream after scream Roxie choked Erica quieting her in order to save oxygen. Jenna’s mom endured it, nothing new. Her husband Wayne often did similar except without the strap on. Drunk, crooked as shit, and not caring about anyone but himself, Wayne lived for his own freedom, his family forced to go along for the ride to get him to agree in turning on his fellow crooks. That day taking four long years was getting near, as more info was being collected to perform an airtight case. Almost over! Just not for Erica.

“We have to tell Heath.”

“How? He doesn’t have my phone anymore.” They ducked down crushing flowers below the window.

“Eric? I have Eric’s number. Or I could call Lily and...”

“Heath might get pissed. Let’s just...”

Hearing a cell ringing in the bedroom seemed to halt Roxie’s aggression. Confirming the fit of the gag in Erica’s mouth she growled, “I have to take this. You let on anything; I’ll fuck you up more than you already are.” Ben caught every word on his cell, every action. He had Roxie dead to rights, if he himself lived to tell the tale. Seeing Roxie pull out of Erica and leave her in her downfall doggy position, a pillow stuffed under her thighs to keep her ass elevated, the FBI Agent took her call into the outer rooms as far from Erica as possible. The Bureau calling her over Wayne, and the missing Jenna gave Roxie a headache, but it did keep her preoccupied.

“This is our chance.” Greg stood up and let out a “PSSST!” Erica tilting her gaze through swollen eyes and blurred vision looked worse than she had twenty minutes prior. “Aw, fuck! We’re here to save you.” Erica bawled, terrified the boys might be harmed too. Uncaring Greg took out his pocketknife and slit the screen. Ben on the other hand shut his cell camera off and moved around to the side of the house to keep tabs on Roxie. Spotting the agent in the kitchen, her strap on dangling, she looked stressed over being bitched out by her boss. Hearing the name Buford, Ben saved the name to text under Greg’s number. Future reference! Recording more of Roxie in her talk he figured he could maybe notify this Buford and warn him of a rogue agent. It sure didn’t sound as if this Buford was crooked so that might have saved them all.

Greg crawling through the screen carefully shut the bedroom door and locked it. He hoped that might give him enough time to cut Erica loose and get her out of there. Thin ropes severed Erica sat up and removed her gag. “You have to leave. Roxie can shoot you for invasion.”

“Not without you. Come on!” He assisted her out of bed and to the window. She being naked he grabbed her dress from the floor to find it shredded. “Daaamn! Bitch wanted her bad.” Erica was far from ugly, just thin, her eyes stressed over all of her years of torment. Helping her climb out the window Erica fell to her knees, her limbs weak. Seeking out another dress he tossed it out the window and made his exit. Fingerprints left behind was not going to be in Greg’s favor. Dropping down in the grass he hurried to get her dressed, even as she pleaded for him to run. “Shut up already! I’m not leaving you in that cunts hands.” Ben after seeing Roxie hang up cursing then hurl dishes onto the floor in her anger started to head back to the bedroom. Not knowing for sure what Greg was up to Ben took the initiative to knock hard once on the kitchen window. That stopped Roxie in her tracks.